Robin Hood newly Revivd:
OR, HIS
Meeting and Fighting with his Cousin SCARLET.
To a new Tune.
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COME listen awhile you Gentlemen all,
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With a hey down, down and a down.
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That are this Bower within;
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For a story of gallant Robin Hood,
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I mean now to begin.
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What time of Day? quoth Robin Hood,
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quoth Little John, tis in the prime;
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Why then we will to the Green wood go,
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for we have no Victuals to dine.
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As Robin walkd the forest along,
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it was in the midst of the day;
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There was he aware of a deft young man,
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as ever walkd on the way.
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His Doublet was of silk he said,
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his stockings like scarlet shone,
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And bravely he walkd along the way,
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to Robin Hood then unknown.
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A herd of Deer was then in the bend,
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all feeding before his face;
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Now the best of you Ill have to my Dinner,
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and that in a little space.
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Now the Stranger he made no mickle ado,
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but he bent a right good Bow,
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And the best of all the Herd he slew,
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full forty Yards him fro.
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Well shot, well shot, said Robin Hood then,
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that Shot it was in Time;
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And if thou wilt accept 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 then said,
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make haste and quickly go,
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Or with my fist, be sure of this,
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Ill give thee Buffets store.
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Thou hadst not best buffet me, quoth Robin Hood,
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for altho I am forlorn,
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Yet i have those will take my part,
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if I do blow my Horn.
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Thou hadst not best wind thy horn the Stranger said,
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best thou never so much in haste;
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for i can draw 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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to shoot and that he would fain,
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The Stranger he bent a very good Bow,
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to shoot at bold Robin again.
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O hold thy hand, hold thy hand, quoth Robin Hood
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to Shoot it would be in vain;
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For if we shoot the One at the other,
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the One of us be slain.
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But lets take our Swords and our broad Bucklers,
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and gang under yonder Tree.
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As i hope to be savd the Stranger he 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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most feard him out of his Wits;
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Thou never felt Blow the Stranger he said,
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that shall be better quit.
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The Stranger he then with a good broad sword,
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hit Robin Hood on the Crown,
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That from every hair of bold Robins Head,
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the Blood it run trickling down.
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God-a-mercy good Fellow, quoth Robin Hood then,
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and for this thou hast done;
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Tell me good Fellow, what thou art,
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tell me where thou dost won.
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The Stranger then answerd bold Robin Hood,
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Ill tell thee where I do dwell:
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In Maxfield Town I was 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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am forcd 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 Cousin of Robin Hood then? the sooner we should have done.
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As I hope to be savd, the Stranger then said,
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I am his own Sisters Son.
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But Laud, what kissing and courting was there,
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when these two Cousins did meet!
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And they went all that Summers Day,
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and Little John did not meet.
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But when they met with Little John,
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he then unto him did say;
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O Master, pray, where have you been,
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you have tarryd so long away;
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I met with a Stranger, quoth Robin Hood then,
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full sore he hath beaten me;
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Then Ill have a bout with him, quoth Little John,
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and try if he can beat me.
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O no, O no, quoth Robin Hood then,
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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 Cousins I have no mo.
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But he shall be a bold Yeoman of mine,
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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 well be three of the bravest Outlaws,
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that live in the North Country.
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If thou wilt hear more of bold Robin Hood,
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in the second part it will be.
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Then bold Robin Hood to the North he would go,
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with Valour and mickle might,
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With sword by his side which oft had been tryd,
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to fight and recover his right.
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The first that he met was a bonny bold scot,
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his servant he said he would be,
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No, quoth Robin 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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nay, marry the scot he said,
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As true as your heart, Ill never part,
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geud master, be not afraid.
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Then Robin Hood turnd his face to the east,
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fight on my merry men stout;
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Our case is good, quoth brave Robin Hood,
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and we shall not be beaten out.
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The battle grows hot on every side,
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the Scotchmen made great moan,
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Quoth Jockey, geud faith, they fight on each side,
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would I were with my Wife Joan.
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The Enemy compassd brave Robin about,
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tis long eer the battle ends;
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Theirs neither will yield, nor give up the field,
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for both are supplied with friends;
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This song it was made in Robin Hoods Days:
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lets pray unto Jove above.
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To give us true Peace, that mischief may cease,
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and War may give place unto Love.
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