[R]obin 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 Bowe 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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[W]hat time of the day, quod Robin Hood then,
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with a hey, etc.
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[Q]uoth little John 'tis in the prime,
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why then we will to the green wood gang,
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[F]or we hav no Victuals to dine.
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[As] Robin Hood walkt the Forrest,
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with a hey, etc.
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[I]t was [i]n the midst of the day,
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there was he met with a deft young-man,
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[A]s ever walkt on the way.
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His Doublet was of Silk, he said,
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wit[h] a hey, etc.
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His stockings like Scarlet shone,
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an[d he] walkt on along the way,
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To [Robin H]ood then unknown.
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A h[erd of deer w]as in the Bend,
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[with a hey, etc.
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All feeding beofre h]is face,
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[now the be]st of ye i'le have to my dinner,
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[And that in] a little space.
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[Now the st]ranger he made no mickle ado,
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[with a hey, e]tc.
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[But he bends a] right good Bow,
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[and the best B]uck[?]ack in the Heard he slew,
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[Forty good Yard]s him fro.
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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 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 said,
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with a hey, etc.
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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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I'le give thee Buffets store.
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Thou had'st not best buffet me, said Ro. 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 stran-ger 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 Ro. 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 and 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, 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 trickling 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 Ro. Hood
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with a hey, 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 Gamwel.
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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 Robin 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 & courting was there
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with a hey, etc.
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When these two Couzens did meet,
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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, 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 tarryed so long away?
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I met with a stranger, quod Robin Hood then,
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with a hey, 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, O no, quoth Robin Hood,
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with a hey, 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, 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 Outlaws,
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with a hey, etc.
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That is in the North Country,
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if you'l have any more of bold Robin Hood,
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In this second part it will be.
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Then bold Ro. Hood to the North he would go
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with a hey, etc.
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With Valour and mickle might,
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with sword by his side, which oft had bin try'd
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To fight and recover h[i]s right.
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The first that he met with was a bold Scot,
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with a hey, etc.
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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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with a hey, 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 East
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with a hey, etc.
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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 battel grows hot on every side,
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with a hey, etc.
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The Scotch-man made great moan,
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quoth Jockey, gude faith, they fight on each side
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Would I were with my Wife Joan.
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The Enemy compast brave Robin about,
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with a hey, 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 field
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For both are supply'd with friends.
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This Song it was made in Robin Hoods days
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with a hey down, etc.
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Let's 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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