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BALLADS OF ROBIN HOOD.
(FOR CHILDREN.)
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These ballads are founded on the popular assumption that the good outlaw Robin Hood, “the gentlest of thieves,” as the old historian called him, was of “gentle blood.” It is a very good and very probable assumption, considering how the Saxon gentry in his time were robbed of their estates by their Norman tyrants; and it ought never to be more popular than now, when to feel for the sufferings of all classes, and endeavour to advance the whole human race, is a mark of the highest education, that of the sovereign included. The author adopted the metrical license of the old ballads while writing on this subject, but it was not his object to confine himself to their manner.
ROBIN HOOD A CHILD.
It was the pleasant season yet,
When the stones at cottage doors
Dry quickly while the roads are wet,
After the silver showers.
When the stones at cottage doors
Dry quickly while the roads are wet,
After the silver showers.
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The green leaves they look'd greener still,
And the thrush, renewing his tune,
Shook a loud note from his gladsome bill
Into the bright blue noon.
And the thrush, renewing his tune,
Shook a loud note from his gladsome bill
Into the bright blue noon.
Robin Hood's mother look'd out, and said,
“It were a shame and a sin,
For fear of getting a wet head,
To keep such a day within,
Nor welcome up from his sick bed
Your uncle Gamelyn.”
“It were a shame and a sin,
For fear of getting a wet head,
To keep such a day within,
Nor welcome up from his sick bed
Your uncle Gamelyn.”
And Robin leap'd for mirth and glee,
And so they quit the door,
And “Mother, I'm your dog,” quoth he,
And scamper'd on before.
And so they quit the door,
And “Mother, I'm your dog,” quoth he,
And scamper'd on before.
Robin was a gentle boy,
And therewithal as bold;
To say he was his mother's joy,
It were a phrase too cold.
And therewithal as bold;
To say he was his mother's joy,
It were a phrase too cold.
His hair upon his thoughtful brow
Came smoothly clipp'd, and sleek,
But ran into a curl somehow
Beside his merrier cheek.
Came smoothly clipp'd, and sleek,
But ran into a curl somehow
Beside his merrier cheek.
Great love to him his uncle, too,
The noble Gamelyn bare,
And often said, as his mother knew,
That he should be his heir.
The noble Gamelyn bare,
And often said, as his mother knew,
That he should be his heir.
Gamelyn's eyes, now getting dim,
Would twinkle at his sight,
And his ruddy wrinkles laugh at him
Between his locks so white:
Would twinkle at his sight,
And his ruddy wrinkles laugh at him
Between his locks so white:
For Robin already let him see
He should beat his playmates all
At wrestling, and running, and archery,
For he cared not for a fall.
He should beat his playmates all
At wrestling, and running, and archery,
For he cared not for a fall.
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Now and then his gall arose,
And into a rage he flew;
But 'twas only at such as Tom Harden's blows,
Who, when he had given a bloody nose,
Used to mimic the cock when he crows;
Otherwise Rob laugh'd too.
And into a rage he flew;
But 'twas only at such as Tom Harden's blows,
Who, when he had given a bloody nose,
Used to mimic the cock when he crows;
Otherwise Rob laugh'd too.
Merriest he was of merry boys,
And would set the old helmets bobbing:
If his uncle ask'd about the noise,
'Twas “If you please, sir, Robin.”
And would set the old helmets bobbing:
If his uncle ask'd about the noise,
'Twas “If you please, sir, Robin.”
And yet if the old man wish'd no noise,
He'd come and sit at his knee,
And be the gravest of grave-eyed boys,
And not a word spoke he.
He'd come and sit at his knee,
And be the gravest of grave-eyed boys,
And not a word spoke he.
So whenever he and his mother came
To brave old Shere Wood Hall,
'Twas nothing there but sport and game,
And holiday folks all:
The servants never were to blame,
Though they let the pasty fall.
To brave old Shere Wood Hall,
'Twas nothing there but sport and game,
And holiday folks all:
The servants never were to blame,
Though they let the pasty fall.
And now the travellers turn the road,
And now they hear the rooks;
And there it is,—the old abode,
With all its hearty looks.
And now they hear the rooks;
And there it is,—the old abode,
With all its hearty looks.
Robin laugh'd, and the lady too,
And they look'd at one another;
Says Robin, “I'll knock as I'm used to do
At uncle's window, mother.”
And they look'd at one another;
Says Robin, “I'll knock as I'm used to do
At uncle's window, mother.”
And so he pick'd up some pebbles and ran,
And jumping higher and higher,
He reach'd the windows with tan a ran tan,
And instead of the kind old white-hair'd man,
There look'd out a fat friar.
And jumping higher and higher,
He reach'd the windows with tan a ran tan,
And instead of the kind old white-hair'd man,
There look'd out a fat friar.
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“How now,” said the fat friar angrily,
“What is this knocking so wild?”
But when he saw young Robin's eye,
He said, “Go round, my child.
“What is this knocking so wild?”
But when he saw young Robin's eye,
He said, “Go round, my child.
“Go round to the hall, and I'll tell you all.”
“He'll tell us all!” thought Robin;
And his mother and he went quietly,
Though her heart was set a throbbing.
“He'll tell us all!” thought Robin;
And his mother and he went quietly,
Though her heart was set a throbbing.
The friar stood in the inner door,
And tenderly said, “I fear
You know not the good squire's no more,
Even Gamelyn Shere.
And tenderly said, “I fear
You know not the good squire's no more,
Even Gamelyn Shere.
“Gamelyn of Shere Wood is dead,
He changed but yesternight:”
“Now make us way,” the lady said,
“To see that doleful sight.”
He changed but yesternight:”
“Now make us way,” the lady said,
“To see that doleful sight.”
“Good old Gamelyn Shere is dead,
And has made us his holy heirs:”
The lady stay'd not for all he said,
But went weeping up the stairs.
And has made us his holy heirs:”
The lady stay'd not for all he said,
But went weeping up the stairs.
Robin and she went hand in hand,
Weeping all the way,
Until they came where the lord of that land
Dumb in his cold bed lay.
Weeping all the way,
Until they came where the lord of that land
Dumb in his cold bed lay.
His hand she took, and saw his dead look,
With the lids over each eye-ball;
And Robin and she wept as plenteously,
As though he had left them all.
With the lids over each eye-ball;
And Robin and she wept as plenteously,
As though he had left them all.
“I will return, Sir Abbot of Vere,
I will return, as is meet,
And see my honour'd brother dear
Laid in his winding sheet.
I will return, as is meet,
And see my honour'd brother dear
Laid in his winding sheet.
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“And I will stay, for to go were a sin,
For all a woman's tears,
And see the noble Gamelyn
Laid equal with the Veres.”
For all a woman's tears,
And see the noble Gamelyn
Laid equal with the Veres.”
The lady went with a sick heart out
Into the fresh air,
And told her Robin all about
The abbot whom he saw there:
Into the fresh air,
And told her Robin all about
The abbot whom he saw there:
And how his uncle must have been
Disturb'd in his failing sense,
To leave his wealth to these artful men,
At her's and Robin's expense.
Disturb'd in his failing sense,
To leave his wealth to these artful men,
At her's and Robin's expense.
Sad was the stately day for all
But the Vere Abbey friars,
When the coffin was stript of its hiding pall,
Amidst the hushing choirs.
But the Vere Abbey friars,
When the coffin was stript of its hiding pall,
Amidst the hushing choirs.
Sad was its going down into the dust,
And the thought of the face departed;
The lady shook at them, as shake we must,
And Robin he felt strange-hearted.
And the thought of the face departed;
The lady shook at them, as shake we must,
And Robin he felt strange-hearted.
That self-same evening, nevertheless,
They return'd to Locksley town,
The lady in a sore distress,
And Robin looking down.
They return'd to Locksley town,
The lady in a sore distress,
And Robin looking down.
No word he spoke, no note he took
Of bird, or beast, or aught,
Till she ask'd him with a woful look
What made him so full of thought.
Of bird, or beast, or aught,
Till she ask'd him with a woful look
What made him so full of thought.
“I was thinking, mother,” said little Robin,
And with his own voice so true
He spoke right out, “That if I was a king,
Or if I was a man, which is the next thing,
I'd see what those friars do.
And with his own voice so true
He spoke right out, “That if I was a king,
Or if I was a man, which is the next thing,
I'd see what those friars do.
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“I wouldn't let 'em be counted friars,
If they did as these have done,
But make 'em fight, for rogues and liars;
I'd make 'em fight, to see which was right,
Them, or the mother's son.”
If they did as these have done,
But make 'em fight, for rogues and liars;
I'd make 'em fight, to see which was right,
Them, or the mother's son.”
His mother stoop'd with a tear of joy,
And she kiss'd him again and again,
And said, “My own little Robin boy,
Thou wilt be a King of Men.”
And she kiss'd him again and again,
And said, “My own little Robin boy,
Thou wilt be a King of Men.”
ROBIN HOOD'S FLIGHT.
Robin Hood's mother, these ten years now,
Has been gone from her earthly home;
And Robin has paid, he scarce knew how,
A sum for a noble tomb.
Has been gone from her earthly home;
And Robin has paid, he scarce knew how,
A sum for a noble tomb.
The churchyard lies on a woody hill,
But open to sun and air:
It seems as if the heaven still
Were blessing the good bones there.
But open to sun and air:
It seems as if the heaven still
Were blessing the good bones there.
Often when Robin turn'd that way,
He look'd through a sweet thin tear;
But he look'd in a different manner, they say,
Towards the Abbey of Vere.
He look'd through a sweet thin tear;
But he look'd in a different manner, they say,
Towards the Abbey of Vere.
Custom had made him not care for wealth,
Sincere was his mirth at pride;
He had youth, and strength, and health,
And enough for one beside.
Sincere was his mirth at pride;
He had youth, and strength, and health,
And enough for one beside.
But he thought of his gentle mother's cheek,
How it faded and sunk away,
And how she used to grow more weak
And weary every day:
How it faded and sunk away,
And how she used to grow more weak
And weary every day:
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And how, when trying a hymn, her voice
At evening would expire,
How unlike it was the arrogant noise
Of the hard throats in the choir:
At evening would expire,
How unlike it was the arrogant noise
Of the hard throats in the choir:
And Robin thought too of the poor,
How they toil'd without their share,
And how the alms at the abbey door
But kept them as they were:
How they toil'd without their share,
And how the alms at the abbey door
But kept them as they were:
And he thought him then of the friars again,
Who rode jingling up and down,
With their trappings and things as fine as the king's,
Though they wore but a shaven crown.
Who rode jingling up and down,
With their trappings and things as fine as the king's,
Though they wore but a shaven crown.
And then of the king bold Robin he thought,
And the homes for his sports undone;
How the poor were turn'd out where his deer were brought,
Yet on body and soul what agonies wrought,
If starving, they killed but one.
And the homes for his sports undone;
How the poor were turn'd out where his deer were brought,
Yet on body and soul what agonies wrought,
If starving, they killed but one.
And in angry mood, as Robin thus stood,
Digging his bow in the ground,
He was aware in old Shere Wood,
Of a huckster who look'd around.
Digging his bow in the ground,
He was aware in old Shere Wood,
Of a huckster who look'd around.
“And what is Will doing?” said Robin then,
“That he looks so fearful and wan?”
“Oh my dear master that should have been,
I am a weary man.”
“That he looks so fearful and wan?”
“Oh my dear master that should have been,
I am a weary man.”
“A weary man,” said Will Nokes, “am I
For unless I pilfer this wood
To sell to the fletchers, for want I shall die
Here in this forest so good.
For unless I pilfer this wood
To sell to the fletchers, for want I shall die
Here in this forest so good.
“Here in this forest where I have been
So happy and so stout,
And like a palfrey on the green,
Have carried yourself about.”
So happy and so stout,
And like a palfrey on the green,
Have carried yourself about.”
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“And why, Will Nokes, not come to me?
Why not to Robin, Will?
For I remember thy love and thy glee,
And the scar that marks thee still;
Why not to Robin, Will?
For I remember thy love and thy glee,
And the scar that marks thee still;
“And not a soul of my uncle's men
To such a pass should come,
While Robin can find in his pocket or bin
A penny or a crumb.
To such a pass should come,
While Robin can find in his pocket or bin
A penny or a crumb.
“Stay thee, Will Nokes, man, stay awhile;
And kindle a fire for me.”
And into the wood for half a mile,
He has vanish'd instantly.
And kindle a fire for me.”
And into the wood for half a mile,
He has vanish'd instantly.
Robin Hood, with his cheek on fire,
Has drawn his bow so stern,
And a leaping deer, with one leap higher,
Lies motionless in the fern.
Has drawn his bow so stern,
And a leaping deer, with one leap higher,
Lies motionless in the fern.
Robin, like a proper knight,
As he should have been,
Carv'd a part of the shoulder right,
And bore off a portion clean.
As he should have been,
Carv'd a part of the shoulder right,
And bore off a portion clean.
“Oh, what hast thou done, dear master mine,
What hast thou done for me?”
“Roast it, Will, for excepting wine,
Thou shalt feast thee royally.”
What hast thou done for me?”
“Roast it, Will, for excepting wine,
Thou shalt feast thee royally.”
And Nokes he took and half roasted it,
Blubbering with blinding tears,
And ere he had eaten a second bit,
A trampling came to their ears.
Blubbering with blinding tears,
And ere he had eaten a second bit,
A trampling came to their ears.
They heard the tramp of a horse's feet,
And they listen'd and kept still,
For Will was feeble, and knelt by the meat;
And Robin he stood by Will.
And they listen'd and kept still,
For Will was feeble, and knelt by the meat;
And Robin he stood by Will.
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“Seize him, seize him!” the Abbot cried
With his fat voice through the trees;
Robin a smooth arrow felt and eyed,
And Will jump'd stout with his knees.
With his fat voice through the trees;
Robin a smooth arrow felt and eyed,
And Will jump'd stout with his knees.
Time had made the fat Abbot, I trow,
A fatter and angrier man;
Yet the voice was the same that twelve years ago
Out of the window, to Robin below,
Answer'd the tan a ran tan.
A fatter and angrier man;
Yet the voice was the same that twelve years ago
Out of the window, to Robin below,
Answer'd the tan a ran tan.
“Seize him! seize him!” and now they appear,
The Abbot and foresters three:
“'Twas I,” cried Will, “that slew the deer:”
Says Robin, “Now let not a man come near,
Or he's dead as dead can be.”
The Abbot and foresters three:
“'Twas I,” cried Will, “that slew the deer:”
Says Robin, “Now let not a man come near,
Or he's dead as dead can be.”
But on they came, and with gullet cleft
The first one met the shaft;
And he fell with a face of all mirth bereft,
That just before had laugh'd.
The first one met the shaft;
And he fell with a face of all mirth bereft,
That just before had laugh'd.
The others turn'd to that Abbot vain,
But “Seize him!” still he cried,
And as the second man turn'd again,
The second man shriek'd and died.
But “Seize him!” still he cried,
And as the second man turn'd again,
The second man shriek'd and died.
“Seize him, seize him still, I say,”
Cried the Abbot, in furious chafe,
“Or these dogs will grow so bold some day,
E'en monks will not be safe.”
Cried the Abbot, in furious chafe,
“Or these dogs will grow so bold some day,
E'en monks will not be safe.”
A fatal word! for as he sat,
Urging the sword to cut,
An arrow stuck in his paunch so fat,
As in a leathern butt:
Urging the sword to cut,
An arrow stuck in his paunch so fat,
As in a leathern butt:
As in a leathern butt of wine,
Or piece of beef so round,
Stuck that arrow, strong and fine;
Sharp had it been ground.
Or piece of beef so round,
Stuck that arrow, strong and fine;
Sharp had it been ground.
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I know not what the Abbot, alack!
Thought when that was done;
But there tumbled from the horse's back
A matter of twenty stone.
Thought when that was done;
But there tumbled from the horse's back
A matter of twenty stone.
“Truly,” said Robin without fear,
Smiling there as he stood,
“Never was slain so fat a deer
In good old Gamelyn's wood.”
Smiling there as he stood,
“Never was slain so fat a deer
In good old Gamelyn's wood.”
“Pardon, pardon, Sir Robin stout,”
Said he that stood apart,
“As soon as I knew thee, I wish'd thee ou
Of the forest with all my heart.
Said he that stood apart,
“As soon as I knew thee, I wish'd thee ou
Of the forest with all my heart.
“And I pray thee let me follow thee
Anywhere under the sky,
For thou wilt never stay here with me,
Nor without thee can I.”
Anywhere under the sky,
For thou wilt never stay here with me,
Nor without thee can I.”
Robin smiled, and suddenly fell
Into a little thought;
And then into a leafy dell
The three slain men they brought.
Into a little thought;
And then into a leafy dell
The three slain men they brought.
Ankle deep in leaves so red,
Which autumn there had cast,
When going to her winter bed
She had undrest her last.
Which autumn there had cast,
When going to her winter bed
She had undrest her last.
And there in a hollow, side by side,
They buried them under the treen;
The Abbot's belly, for all its pride,
Made not the grave be seen.
They buried them under the treen;
The Abbot's belly, for all its pride,
Made not the grave be seen.
Robin Hood, and the forester,
And Nokes the happy Will,
Struck off among the green leaves there
Up a pathless hill;
And Nokes the happy Will,
Struck off among the green leaves there
Up a pathless hill;
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And Robin caught a sudden sight
Of merry sweet Locksley town,
Reddening in the sunset bright;
And the gentle tears came down.
Of merry sweet Locksley town,
Reddening in the sunset bright;
And the gentle tears came down.
Robin look'd at the town and land,
And the churchyard where it lay;
And loving Will he kiss'd his hand,
And turn'd his head away.
And the churchyard where it lay;
And loving Will he kiss'd his hand,
And turn'd his head away.
Then Robin turn'd with a grasp of Will's,
And clapp'd him on the shoulder,
And said, with one of his pleasant smiles,
“Now show us three men bolder.”
And clapp'd him on the shoulder,
And said, with one of his pleasant smiles,
“Now show us three men bolder.”
And so they took their march away,
As firm as if to fiddle,
To journey that night and all next day,
With Robin Hood in the middle.
As firm as if to fiddle,
To journey that night and all next day,
With Robin Hood in the middle.
ROBIN HOOD AN OUTLAW.
Robin Hood is an outlaw bold,
Under the greenwood tree;
Bird, nor stag, nor morning air,
Is more at large than he.
Under the greenwood tree;
Bird, nor stag, nor morning air,
Is more at large than he.
They sent against him twenty men,
Who join'd him laughing-eyed;
They sent against him thirty more,
And they remain'd beside.
Who join'd him laughing-eyed;
They sent against him thirty more,
And they remain'd beside.
All the stoutest of the train
That grew in Gamelyn wood,
Whether they came with these or not,
Are now with Robin Hood.
That grew in Gamelyn wood,
Whether they came with these or not,
Are now with Robin Hood.
And not a soul in Locksley town
Would speak him an ill word;
The friars raged; but no man's tongue,
Nor even feature stirred;
Would speak him an ill word;
The friars raged; but no man's tongue,
Nor even feature stirred;
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Except among a very few,
Who dined in the Abbey halls;
And then with a sigh bold Robin knew
His true friends from his false.
Who dined in the Abbey halls;
And then with a sigh bold Robin knew
His true friends from his false.
There was Roger the monk, that used to make
All monkery his glee;
And Midge, on whom Robin had never turn'd
His face but tenderly;
All monkery his glee;
And Midge, on whom Robin had never turn'd
His face but tenderly;
With one or two, they say, besides—
Lord! that in this life's dream
Men should abandon one true thing,
That would abide with them.
Lord! that in this life's dream
Men should abandon one true thing,
That would abide with them.
We cannot bid our strength remain,
Our cheeks continue round;
We cannot say to an aged back,
Stoop not towards the ground:
Our cheeks continue round;
We cannot say to an aged back,
Stoop not towards the ground:
We cannot bid our dim eyes see
Things as bright as ever,
Nor tell our friends, though friends from youth,
That they'll forsake us never:
Things as bright as ever,
Nor tell our friends, though friends from youth,
That they'll forsake us never:
But we can say, I never will,
False world, be false for thee;
And, oh Sound Truth and Old Regard,
Nothing shall part us three.
False world, be false for thee;
And, oh Sound Truth and Old Regard,
Nothing shall part us three.
HOW ROBIN AND HIS OUTLAWS LIVED IN THE WOODS.
Robin and his merry men
Liv'd just like the birds;
They had almost as many tracks as thoughts,
And whistles and songs as words.
Liv'd just like the birds;
They had almost as many tracks as thoughts,
And whistles and songs as words.
All the morning they were wont
To fly their gray-goose quills
At butts, or trees, or wands and twigs,
Till theirs was the skill of skills.
To fly their gray-goose quills
At butts, or trees, or wands and twigs,
Till theirs was the skill of skills.
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With swords, too, they played lustily,
And at quarter-staff;
Buffets oft their forfeits were,
Fit to twirl a calf.
And at quarter-staff;
Buffets oft their forfeits were,
Fit to twirl a calf.
Friends who join'd the sport were bound
Those hazards to endure;
But foes were lucky to carry away
What took a year to cure.
Those hazards to endure;
But foes were lucky to carry away
What took a year to cure.
The horn was then their dinner-bell;
When, like princes of the wood,
Under the state of summer trees,
Pure venison was their food.
When, like princes of the wood,
Under the state of summer trees,
Pure venison was their food.
Pure venison and good ale or wine,
Except when luck was chuff;
Or grant 'twas Adam's ale; what then?
Their blood was wine enough.
Except when luck was chuff;
Or grant 'twas Adam's ale; what then?
Their blood was wine enough.
And story then, and jest, and song,
And Harry's harp went round;
And sometimes they'd get up and dance,
For pleasure at the sound.
And Harry's harp went round;
And sometimes they'd get up and dance,
For pleasure at the sound.
Tingle, tangle! said the harp,
As they footed in and out:
Good Lord! was ever seen a dance
At once so light and stout?
As they footed in and out:
Good Lord! was ever seen a dance
At once so light and stout?
A pleasant sight, especially
If Margery was there,
Or little Cis, or laughing Bess,
That tired out six pair.
If Margery was there,
Or little Cis, or laughing Bess,
That tired out six pair.
Or any other merry lass
From the neighbouring villages,
Who came with milk and eggs, or fruit,
A singing through the trees.
From the neighbouring villages,
Who came with milk and eggs, or fruit,
A singing through the trees.
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Only they say the men were given
Too often to take wives,
And then, 'twixt forest and a shop,
Lead strange half-honest lives.
Too often to take wives,
And then, 'twixt forest and a shop,
Lead strange half-honest lives.
But all the country round about
Was fond of Robin Hood,
With whom they got a share of more
Than fagots from the wood.
Was fond of Robin Hood,
With whom they got a share of more
Than fagots from the wood.
Nor ever would he suffer harm,
To woman, above all;
No plunder, were she ne'er so great,
No fright to great or small;
To woman, above all;
No plunder, were she ne'er so great,
No fright to great or small;
No,—not a single kiss unliked,
Nor one look-saddening clip;
Accurst be he, said Robin Hood,
Makes pale a woman's lip.
Nor one look-saddening clip;
Accurst be he, said Robin Hood,
Makes pale a woman's lip.
And then, oh then, Maid Marian came
From her proud brother's hall,
With a world of love and tears,
And smiles behind them all.
From her proud brother's hall,
With a world of love and tears,
And smiles behind them all.
They built her bowers in forests three,
To flit from one to t'other,
And Robin and she reign'd as pleasant to all,
As faithful to one another.
To flit from one to t'other,
And Robin and she reign'd as pleasant to all,
As faithful to one another.
Only upon the Normans proud,
And on their unjust store,
He'd lay his fines of equity
For his merry men and the poor.
And on their unjust store,
He'd lay his fines of equity
For his merry men and the poor.
And special was his joy, no doubt,
(Which made the dish to curse,)
To light upon a good fat friar,
And carve him of his purse.
(Which made the dish to curse,)
To light upon a good fat friar,
And carve him of his purse.
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A monk to him was a toad in the hole,
And a priest was a pig in grain,
But a bishop was a baron of beef,
To cut and come again.
And a priest was a pig in grain,
But a bishop was a baron of beef,
To cut and come again.
Says Robin to the poor who came
To ask of him relief,
You do but get your goods again
That were altered by the thief.
To ask of him relief,
You do but get your goods again
That were altered by the thief.
See here now is a plump new coin,
And here's a lawyer's cloak,
And here's the horse the bishop rode,
When suddenly he woke.
And here's a lawyer's cloak,
And here's the horse the bishop rode,
When suddenly he woke.
Well, ploughman, there's a sheaf of yours
Turn'd to yellow gold:
And, miller, there's your last year's rent,
'Twill wrap thee from the cold.
Turn'd to yellow gold:
And, miller, there's your last year's rent,
'Twill wrap thee from the cold.
And you there, Wat of Herefordshire,
Who such a way have come,
Get upon your land-tax, man,
And ride it merrily home.
Who such a way have come,
Get upon your land-tax, man,
And ride it merrily home.
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