A Lytell Geste of Robin Hode: With Other Ancient & Modern Ballads and Songs Relating to this Celebrated Yeoman to which is Prefixed His History and Character, Volume 2
John Mathew Gutch
Longman, Brown, Green, & Longmans, 1847 - Ballads, English
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Page 250 - Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, With a link a down and a down, And there he met with the proud sheriff, Was walking along the town.
Page 314 - 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 248 - THE WIDOW'S THREE SONS. 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?' Said she, 'There's my three sons in Nottingham town To-day condemned to die.
Page 5 - 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.
Page 312 - Will you please to sit down, Cousin Robin," she said, " And drink some beer with me ? " " No, I will neither eat nor drink, Till I am blooded by thee.
Page 315 - 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 298 - Thou shalt be an archer as well as the best, And range in the green-wood with us ; Where we'll not want gold nor silver, behold, While bishops have ought in their purse. " We live here like 'squires, or lords of renown, Without e'er a foot of free land ; We feast on good cheer, with wine, ale, and beer, And ev'ry thing at our command.
Page 144 - I have both bread and beef, said the pinder, And good ale of the best. And that is meat good enough, said Robin Hood, For such unbidden
Page 51 - Deus hie, deus hie, god be here ! Is not this a holy worde for a frere ? God save all this company ! But am not I a jolly fryer ? For I can shote both farre and nere, And handle the sworde and buckler, And this quarter-staffe also. If I mete with a gentylman or yeman, I am not afrayde to loke hym upon...