Robin Hoods Progress to Nottingham.
Where he met with fifteen Forresters all on a row,
And he desired of them some News to know:
And with cross-graind words they did him thwart,
For which at last he made them for to Smart.
To the Tune of, Bold Robin Hood.
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RObin Hood he was a tall young man,
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And fifteen winters old.
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And R. Hood he was a proper young man
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Of courage stout and bold,
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R. Hood he would unto fair Nottingham,
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With the General for to dine,
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There was he aware of Fifteen Forresters,
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And a drinking Beer, Ale, and wine:
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What News, what news, said bold R. Hood
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What news fain wouldst thou know,
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Our King hath provided a shooting match
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And I'me ready with my Bow;
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We hold it in scorn, said bold R. Hood,
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derry, derry dow,
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That ever a Boy so young,
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Should bear a Bow before our King,
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That's not able to draw one string,
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I'le hold you 20 marks said bold R. Hood,
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By the leave of our Lady,
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That I'le hit the mark an hundred Rod
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And I'le cause one hart to die,
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We'l hold you 20 Marks then said the forresters,
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By the leave of our Lady,
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That thou hitst not the mark an hundred Rod,
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Nor causest a Hart to die:
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Robin Hood he bent up a noble Bow,
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And a broad arrow he let flye,
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He hit the mark an hundred Rod,
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And he caused one hart to dye.
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Some said he brake Ribs one or two,
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And some said he brake three,
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The arrow in the Hart would not abide,
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But it glanced in two or three;
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THe Hart did skip and the hart did leap
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And the Hart lay on the ground,
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The Wager is mine, said bold R. Hood,
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If it were for a thousand pound,
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The wager's none of thine, then siad the Forresters
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Although thou beest in hast,
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Take up thy Bow and get thee hence,
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Least we thy sides do bast,
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Robin Hood he took up his noble Bow
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And his broad arrows amain,
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And Robin he laught and began to smile,
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As he went over the plain;
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Then Robin Hood he bent his noble Bow,
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And his broad arrows he let flye,
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Till fourteen of these fifteen forresters,
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Upon the ground did lye,
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He that did this quarrel first begin,
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Went tripping over the plain,
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But Robin Hood he bent his noble Bow,
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And he fetcht him back again,
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You said I was no archer, said R. Hood,
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But say so now again,
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With that he sent another arrow,
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Which split his head in twain;
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You have found me an archer said R. Hood
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Which will make your wives to wring
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And wish you ne'r had spoke the word
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That I could not draw one string
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The people that lived in fair Nottingham
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Come running out amain,
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Supposing to have taken bold R. Hood
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With the Forresters that were slain:
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Some lost Legs, and some lost arms,
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And some did loose their blood,
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But R. Hood he bent up his noble Bow
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And is gone to the merry green wood,
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They carried these Forresters to fair Not-tingham,
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As many as there did know,
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They dig'd them Graves in their Church-yards,
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And they buried them all on a row:
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