"Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin," she said, "And drink some beer with me?" "No, I will neither eat nor drink, Till I am blooded by thee." "Well, I have a room, cousin Robin," she said, "Which you did never see, And if you please to walk therein, You blooded by me shall be." She took him by the lily-white hand, And led him to a private room, And there she blooded bold Robin Hood, Whilst one drop of blood would run. She blooded him in the vein of the arm, And locked him up in the room; There did he bleed all the livelong day, Untilt the next day at noon. He then bethought him of a casement door, Thinking for to be gone; He was so weak he could not leap, Nor he could not get down. He then bethought him of his bugle-horn, Which hung low down to his knee; He set his horn unto his mouth, And blew out weak blasts three. Then Little John, when hearing him, As he sat under the tree, "I fear my master is near dead, He blows so wearily." Then Little John to fair Kirkley is gone, As fast as he can dri'e; But when he came to Kirkley-hall, He broke locks two or three: Untilt he came bold Robin to, Then he fell on his knee: "A boon, a boon," cries Little John, "Master, I beg of thee." "What is that boon," quoth Robin Hood, "Little John, thou begs of me?" "It is to burn fair Kirkley-hall, And all their nunnery." "Now nay, now nay," quoth Robin Hood, "That boon I'll not grant thee; I never hurt woman in all my life, Nor man in woman's company. "I never hurt fair maid in all my time, Nor at my end shall it be; But give me my bent bow in my hand, And a broad arrow I'll let flee; And where this arrow is taken up, There shall my grave digg'd be. "Lay me a green sod under my head, And another at my feet; And lay my bent bow by my side, Which was my music sweet; And make my grave of gravel and green, Which is most right and meet. "Let me have length and breadth enough, With under my head a green sod; That they may say, when I am dead, Here lies bold Robin Hood." These words they readily promised him, Which did bold Robin please; And there they buried bold Robin Hood, Near to the fair Kirkleys. * * * * * ROMANTIC AND DOMESTIC BALLADS. ANNIE OF LOCHROYAN. "O wha will shoe my bonny feet? Or wha will glove my hand? Or wha will lace my middle jimp, Wi' a new-made London band? "And wha will kame my yellow hair, Wi' a new-made siller kame? And wha will be my bairn's father, Till love Gregory come haine?" "Your father'll shoe your bonny feet, Your mother glove your hand; Your sister lace your middle jimp, Wi' a new-made London band; "Mysel' will kame your yellow hair Wi' a new-made siller kame; And the Lord will be the bairn's father Till Gregory come hame." "O gin I had a bonny ship, And men to sail wi' me, It's I wad gang to my true lore, Sin' he winna come to me!"