The Robin Hood Garlands and Ballads: With the Tale of The Lytell Geste: a Collection of All the Poems, Songs and Ballads Relating to this Celebrated Yeoman; to which is Prefixed His History and Character, Deduced from Documents Hitherto Unrevised, Volume 2
J. R. Smith, 1850 - Robin Hood (Legendary character)
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Page 262 - I have no money," the young man said, "But five shillings and a ring; And that I have kept this seven long years, To have it at my wedding. "Yesterday I should have married a maid, But she is now from me ta'en, And chosen to be an old knight's delight, Whereby my poor heart is slain.
Page 318 - Lay me a green sod under my head, And another at my feet ; And lay my bent bow by my side, Which was my music sweet ; And make my grave of gravel and green, Which is most right and meet. ' Let me have length and breadth enough, With a green sod under my head ; That they may say, when I am dead, Here lies bold Robin Hood.
Page 251 - There are twelve months in all the year, As I hear many say, But the merriest month in all the year Is the merry month of May. Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, With a link a down, and a day, And there he met a silly old woman, Was weeping on the way. ' What news ? what news ? thou silly old woman, What news hast thou for me?
Page 313 - Weep, weep, ye woodmen wail, Your hands with sorrow wring; Your master Robin Hood lies dead, Therefore sigh as you sing. Here lie his primer and his beads, His bent bow and his arrows keen, His good sword and his holy cross: Now cast on flowers fresh and green; And as they fall shed tears and say, Wella, wella-day, wella, wella-day: Thus cast ye flowers and sing, And on to Wakefield take your way.
Page 253 - Then he put on the old man's hat, It stood full high on the crown : " The first bold bargain that I come at, It shall make thee come down.
Page 319 - CLOUDESLY, — were three noted outlaws, whose skill in archery rendered them formerly as famous in the North of England, as Robin Hood and his fellows were in the midland counties.
Page 12 - For sothe he is in this towne. ' ' I haue spyed the false felone, As he stondes at his masse ; Hit is longe of the," seide the munke,
Page 253 - Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, With a link, a down, and a ' day,' And there he met with a silly old palmer, Was walking along the highway. " What news ? what news ? thou silly old man, What news, I do thee pray ? " Said he, Three squires in Nottingham town, Are condemn'd to die this day. " Come change thy apparel with me, old man, Come change thy apparel for mine ; Here is forty shillings in good silver, Go drink it in beer or wine.
Page xv - Poetica, being a catalogue of English poets of the 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, and 16th centuries ; 4 a Collection (in three volumes) of Ancient English Metrical Romances ; and " An Essay on Abstinence from Animal Food, as a Moral Duty," which was his last production.
Page 9 - In somer, when the shawes be sheyne, And leves be large and long, Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here the foulys song: To se the dere draw to the dale And leve the hilles hee, And shadow hem in the leves grene Under the grene-wode tre. Hit befel on Whitsontide, Erly in a May mornyng, The Son up feyre can shyne, And the briddis mery can syng. 'This is a mery mornyng...