Anonymous. Robin Hood Rescuing the Widow's Three Sons. William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. 1910. The Book of Restoration Verse

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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.

Robin Hood Rescuing the Widow’s Three Sons

Anonymous


THERE are twelve months in all the year,
As I hear many men say,
But the merriest month in all the year
Is the merry month of May.

Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,	5
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?’	10
Said she, ‘There’s three squires in Nottingham town
To-day condemned to die.’

‘O, have they parishes burnt?’ he said,
‘Or have they ministers slain?
Or have they robbed any virgin?	15
Or other men’s wives have lain?’

‘They have no parishes burnt, good sir,
Nor yet have ministers slain,
Nor have they robbed any virgin,
Nor other men’s wives have lain.’	20

‘O, what have they done?’ said Robin Hood,
‘I pray thee tell to me.’
‘It’s for slaying of the king’s fallow-deer,
Bearing their long bows with thee.’

‘Dost thou not mind, old woman,’ he said,	25
‘How thou madest me sup and dine?
By the truth of my body,’ quoth bold Robin Hood,
‘You could not tell it in better time.’

Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a day,	30
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	35
Are condemned 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.’	40

‘O, thine apparel is good,’ he said,
‘And mine is ragged and torn;
Wherever you go, wherever you ride,
Laugh neer an old man to scorn.’

‘Come change thy apparel with me, old churl,	45
Come change thy apparel with mine:
Here are twenty pieces of good broad gold,
Go feast thy brethren with wine.’

Then he put on the old man’s hat,
It stood full high on the crown:	50
‘The first bold bargain that I come at,
It shall make thee come down.’

Then he put on the old man’s cloak,
Was patched black, blew, and red;
He thought it no shame all the day long,	55
To wear the bags of bread.

Then he put on the old man’s breeks,
Was patched from ballup to side:
‘By the truth of my body,’ bold Robin can say,
‘This man loved little pride.’	60

Then he put on the old man’s hose,
Were patched from knee to wrist:
‘By the truth of my body,’ said bold Robin Hood,
‘I’d laugh if I had any list.’

Then he put on the old man’s shoes,	65
Were patched both beneath and aboon;
Then Robin Hood swore a solemn oath,
‘It’s good habit that makes a man.’

Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a down,	70
And there he met with the proud sheriff,
Was walking along the town.

‘O save, O save, sheriff!’ he said;
‘O save, and you may see!
And what will you give to a silly old man	75
To-day will your hangman be?’

‘Some suits, some suits,’ the sheriff he said,
‘Some suits, I’ll give to thee;
Some suits, some suits, and pence thirteen,
To-day’s a hangman’s fee.’	80

Then Robin he turns him round about,
And jumps from stock to stone:
‘By the truth of my body,’ the sheriff he said,
‘That’s well jumpt, thou nimble old man.’

‘I was ne’er a hangman in all my life,	85
Nor yet intends to trade;
But curst be he,’ said bold Robin Hood,
‘That first a hangman was made!

‘I’ve a bag for meal, and a bag for malt,
And a bag for barley and corn;	90
A bag for bread, and a bag for beef,
And a bag for my little horn.

‘I have a horn in my pocket,
I got it from Robin Hood,
And still when I set it to my mouth,	95
For thee it blows little good.’

‘O, wind thy horn, thou proud fellow,
Of thee I have no doubt.
I wish that thou gave such a blast
Till both thy eyes fall out.’	100

The first loud blast that he did blow,
He blew both loud and shrill;
A hundred and fifty of Robin Hood’s men
Came riding over the hill.

The next loud blast that he did give,	105
He blew both loud and amain,
And quickly sixty of Robin Hood’s men
Came shining over the plain.

‘O, who are these,’ the sheriff he said,
‘Come tripping over the lee?’	110
‘They’re my attendants,’ brave Robin did say;
‘They’ll pay a visit to thee.’

They took the gallows from the slack,
They set it in the glen,
They hanged the proud sheriff on that,	115
Released their own three men.

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