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When Robin Hood and Little John
Down a down a down a down
Went oer yon bank of broom,
Said Robin Hood bold to Little John,
"We have shot for many a pound.
Hey, etc.

"But I am not able to shoot one shot more,
My broad arrows will not fly;
But I have a cousin lives down below,
Please God, she will bleed me.

"I will never eate nor drinke," Robin Hood said,
"Nor meate will doo me noe good,
Till I have beene att merry Churchlees,
My vaines for to let blood."

"That I reade not," said Will Scarllett,
"Master, by the assente of me,
Without halfe a hundred of your best bowmen
You take to goe with yee.

"For there a good yeoman doth abide
Will be sure to quarrell with thee,
And if thou have need of us, master,
In faith we will not flee."

"And thou be feard, thou William Scarlett,
Att home I read thee bee."
"And you be wrothe, my deare master,
You shall never heare more of mee."

"For there shall noe man with me goe,
Nor man with mee ryde,
And Litle John shall be my man,
And beare my benbow by my side."

"You'st beare your bowe, master, your selfe,
And shoote for a peny with mee."
"To that I doe assent," Robin Hood sayd,
"And soe, John, lett it bee."

They two bolde children shotten together,
All day theire selfe in ranke,
Until they came to blacke water,
And over it laid a planke.

Upon it there kneeled an old woman,
Was banning Robin Hoode;
"Why dost thou bann Robin Hoode?" said Robin,
"Knowst thou of him no good?"

"We women have no benison
To give to Robin Hoode;
Wee weepen for his deare body,
That this day must be lett bloode."

"The dame prior is my aunts daughter,
And nie unto my kinne;
I know shee wold me noe harme this day,
For all the world to winne."

Forth then shotten these children two,
And they did never lin,
Until they came to merry Churchlees,
To merry Churchlees with-in.

And when they came to merry Churchlees,
They knoced upon a pin;
Upp then rose dame prioresse,
And lett good Robin in.

Then Robin gave to dame prioresse
Twenty pound in gold,
And bad her spend while that wold last,
And shee shold have more when shee wold.

And downe then came dame prioresse,
Downe she came in that ilke,
With a pair of blood-irons in her hands,
Were wrapped all in silke.

"Sett a chaffing-dish to the fyer," said dame prioresse,
"And stripp thou up thy sleeve."
I hold him but an unwise man
That will noe warning leeve.

She laid the blood-irons to Robin Hoods vaine,
Alacke, the more pitye!
And pearct the vaine, and let out the bloode,
That full red was to see.

And first it bled, the thicke, thicke bloode,
And afterwards the thinne,
And well then wist good Robin Hoode,
Treason there was within.

He then bethought him of a casement there,
Thinking for to get down,
But was so weak he could not leap,
He could not get him down.

He then bethought him of his bugle-horn,
Which hung low down to his knee;
He set his horn unto his mouth,
And blew out weak blasts three.

Then Little John, when hearing him,
As he sat under a tree:
"I fear my master is now near dead,
He blows so wearily."

Then Little John to fair Kirkly is gone,
As fast as he can dree;
But when he came to Kirkly-hall,
He broke locks two or three.

"What cheere my master?" said Little John;
"In faith, John, little goode.
My cousin and Red Roger,
Between them let my blood."

"I have upon a gowne of greene,
Is cut short by my knee,
And in my hand a bright browne brand
That will well bite for thee."

But before then of a shot-windowe
Good Robin Hood he could glide,
Red Roger, with a grounden glave,
Thrust him through the milke-white side.

But Robin was light and nimble of foote,
And thought to abate his pride,
For betwixt his head and his shoulders
He made a wound full wide.

Says, "Ly there, ly there, Red Roger,
The doggs they must thee eate;
For I may have my houzle," he said,
"For I may both goe and speake."

"Now give me mood," Robin said to Little John,
"Give me mood with thy hand;
I trust to God in heaven soe hye
My houzle will me bestand."

"Now give me leave, give me leave, master," he said,
"For Christs love give leave to me,
To set a fier within this hall,
And to burne up all Churchlee."

"That I reade not," said Robin Hoode then,
"Litle John, for it may not be;
If I shold doe any widow hurt, at my latter end,
God," he said, "wold blame me.

"I never hurt fair maid in all my time,
Nor at mine end shall it be,
But give me my bent bow in my hand,
And a broad arrow I'll let flee;
And where this arrow is taken up,
There shall my grave digged be.

"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."

These words they readily granted him,
Which did bold Robin please:
And there they buried bold Robin Hood,
Within the fair Kirkleys.

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