And thus, ye nobles, my song I do end, Hoping by the same no man to offend; Full forty long winters thus I have been, A silly blind beggar of Bednall Green.’ Now when the company every one, Did hear the strange tale he told in his song, They were amazèd, as well they might be, Both at the blind beggar and pretty Bessee. With that the fair bride they all did embrace, Saying, ‘You are come of an honourable race, Thy father likewise is of high degree, And thou art right worthy a lady to be.’ Thus was the feast ended with joy and delight, A happy bridegroom was made the young knight, Who lived in great joy and felicity, With his fair lady dear pretty Bessee. THE BOLD PEDLAR AND ROBIN HOOD. [THIS ballad is of considerable antiquity, and no doubt much older than some of those inserted in the common Garlands. It appears to have escaped the notice of Ritson, Percy, and other collectors of Robin Hood ballads. The tune is given in _Popular Music_. An aged woman in Bermondsey, Surrey, from whose oral recitation the present version was taken down, said that she had often heard her grandmother sing it, and that it was never in print; but we have since met with several common stall copies. The subject is the same as that of the old ballad called _Robin Hood newly revived_; _or_, _the Meeting and Fighting with his Cousin Scarlett_.] THERE chanced to be a pedlar bold, A pedlar bold he chanced to be; He rolled his pack all on his back, And he came tripping o’er the lee. Down, a down, a down, a down, Down, a down, a down. By chance he met two troublesome blades, Two troublesome blades they chanced to be; The one of them was bold Robin Hood, And the other was Little John, so free. ‘Oh! pedlar, pedlar, what is in thy pack, Come speedilie and tell to me?’ ‘I’ve several suits of the gay green silks, And silken bowstrings two or three.’ ‘If you have several suits of the gay green silk, And silken bowstrings two or three, Then it’s by my body,’ cries _bittle_ John, ‘One half your pack shall belong to me.’ Oh! nay, oh! nay,’ says the pedlar bold, ‘Oh! nay, oh! nay, that never can be, For there’s never a man from fair Nottingham Can take one half my pack from me.’ Then the pedlar he pulled off his pack, And put it a little below his knee, Saying, ‘If you do move me one perch from this, My pack and all shall gang with thee.’ Then Little John he drew his sword; The pedlar by his pack did stand; They fought until they both did sweat, Till he cried, ‘Pedlar, pray hold your hand!’ Then Robin Hood he was standing by, And he did laugh most heartilie, Saying, ‘I could find a man of a smaller scale, Could thrash the pedlar, and also thee.’