Robin Hood newly reviv'd:
To a Delightful New Tune.
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COme listen a while you Gentlemen all,
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with a hey down, down, a down, down,
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That are in this Bower within,
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for a story of gallant-bold Robin Hood,
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I purpose now to begin.
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What time of the day, quod Robin Hood then,
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with a hey, etc.
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Quoth little John 'tis in the prime,
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why then we will to the green-wood gang
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For we have no Victuals to dine.
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As Robin Hood walkt the Forrest along,
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with a hey, etc.
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It was in the midst of the day,
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there was he met with a deft Young-man
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As ever walkt on the way.
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His Doublet was of Silk he said,
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with a hey, etc.
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His Stockings like Scarlot shone:
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and he walkt on along the way,
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To Robin Hood then unknown.
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A herd of Deer was in the Bend,
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with a hey, etc.
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All feeding before his face:
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now the best of ye i'le have to my dinner,
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And that in a little space.
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[N]ow the Stranger he made no mickle ado,
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with a hey, etc.
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[?] he bends a right good Bow,
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[?]d the best Buck in the Herd he slew,
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[?] good Yards himfro.
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Well shot, well shot, quod Robin Hood then,
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with a hey, etc.
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That shot it was shot in time,
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and if thou wilt except of the place,
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Thou shalt be a bold Yeoman of mine.
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Go play the Chiven the stranger said,
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with a hey, etc.
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Make hast and quickly go:
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or with my Fist be sure of this,
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I'le give the Buffets store.
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Thou had'st not best buffet me, quod Rob. Hood
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with a hey, etc.
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For though I seem forlorn,
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yet I can have those that will take my part
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If I blow but my Horn.
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Thou wast not best wind thy horn, the stranger said,
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with a hey, etc.
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Beest thou never so much in haste,
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for I can draw out a good broad Sword,
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And quickly cut the blast.
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Then Robin Hood bent a very good Bow,
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with a hey, etc.
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To that shot and he would fain:
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the stranger he bent up a noble Bow,
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To shoot at bold Robin again.
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O hold thy hand, hold thy hand, quod R. Hood,
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with a hey, etc.
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To shoot it would be in vain,
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for if we should shoot the one at the other,
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The one of us must be slain.
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BUt let's take our swords & our broad bucklers
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with a hey down, etc.
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And gang under yonder tree,
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as I hope to be sav'd, the stranger said,
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One foot I will not flee.
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Then Robin Hood lent the stranger a blow
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with a hey down, etc.
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Most scared him out of his wit,
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thou never felt blow the stranger said,
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That shall be better quit.
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The stranger he drew out a good broad sword
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with a hey, etc.
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And hit Robin on the Crown,
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that from every hair of bold Robins head,
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The blood ran trickeling down.
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God-a-mercy good fellow quod Robin Hood then
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with a hey, etc.
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And for this that thou hast done,
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tell me good fellow, what thou art,
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Tell me where thou dost woon.
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The Stranger then answered bold R. Hood
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with a hey down, etc.
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I'le tell thee where I did dwell,
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in Maxfield was I born and bred,
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My name is young Gamwell.
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For killing of my Fathers Steward,
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with a hey, etc.
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I am forc'd to this English wood,
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and for to seek an Uncle of mine,
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Some call him Robin Hood.
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But art thou a Couzen of R. Hoods then?
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with a hey, etc.
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The sooner we should have done;
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as I hope to be sav'd the stranger then said
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I am his own Sisters Son.
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But Lord what kissing and courting was there,
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with a hey down, etc.
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When these two Couzens did greet,
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and they went all that Summers day
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And little John did meet.
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But when they met with Little John,
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with a hey down, etc.
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He thereunto did say,
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O Master where have you been,
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You have tarried so long away?
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I met with a stranger quod R. Hood then,
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with a hey down, etc.
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Full sore he hath beaten me,
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then i'le have about with him quod little John
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And try if he can beat me.
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Oh no, oh no, quoth Robin Hood
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with a hey down, etc.
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Little John it may not be so,
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for he is my own dear Sisters Son,
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And Couzens I have no mo.
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But he shall be a bold Yeoman of mine,
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with a hey down, etc.
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My chief man next to thee,
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and I Robin Hood, and thou Little John
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And Scarlet he shall be.
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And we'l be three of the bravest out-laws,
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with a hey down, etc.
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That is in the north Country,
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if you'l have any more of bold R. Hood
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In this second part it will be.
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Then bold R. Hood to the north he would,
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with a hey down, etc.
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With Valour and mickle might,
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with sword by his side, which oft had been try'd
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To fight and recover his right.
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The first that he met with was a bold Scot,
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with a hey down, etc.
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His servant he said he would be,
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no, quod R. Hood, it cannot be good,
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For thou wilt prove false unto me.
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thou hast not been true to Sire nor Cuz,
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with a hey down, etc.
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Nay, marry, the Scot he said,
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as true as your heart, i'le never part,
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Gude Master be not afraid.
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Then Robin Hood turn'd his face to the Ea[st]
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with a hey down, etc.
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Fight on my merry men stout,
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our case is good; quod brave Robin Hood,
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And we shall not be beaten out.
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The battel grows hot on every side,
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with a hey down, etc.
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The Scotchman made great moan,
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quoth Jockey gude faith, they fight on eac[h] sid[e]
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Would I were with my wife Jone.
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The enemy compast brave Robin about,
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with a hey down, etc.
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'Tis long e're the battel ends,
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there's neither will yield nor give up [the] Fie[ld]
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For both are supply'd with friends.
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Th[?] it w[?] in Robin Hoods d[?]
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Lets [?]ve,
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to giv[?] that mischief ma[y] cea[se]
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And Wa[?] to Love.
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