Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts
No sooner, in haste, did Robin Hood taste
The balsame he had tane, 110
Then he gan to spewe, and up he threwe
The balsame all againe.
And Scarlett, and John, who were looking on
Their master as he did lie,
Had their faces besmeared, both eies and beard, 115
Therewith most piteouslie.
Thus ended that fray; soe beware alwaye
How ye doe challenge foes;
Looke well aboute they are not to stoute,
Or you may have worst of the blowes. 120
THE BOLD PEDLAR AND ROBIN HOOD.
From Dixon's "_Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of
England_," Percy Society, vol. xvii. p. 71.--"An aged female in
Bermondsey, Surrey, from whose oral recitation the editor took down
the present version, informed him, that she had often heard her
grandmother sing it, and that it was never in print; but he has of
late met with several common stall copies."
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, 5
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?" 10
"I've several suits of the gay green silks,
And silken bow-strings two or three."
"If you have several suits of the gay green silk,
And silken bow-strings two or three,
Then it's by my body," cries Little John, 15
"One half your pack shall belong to me."
"O nay, o nay," says the pedlar bold,
"O nay, o nay, that never can be;
For there's never a man from fair Nottingham
Can take one half my pack from me." 20
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; 25
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; 30
Saying, "I could find a man of a smaller scale,
Could thrash the pedlar and also thee."
"Go you try, master," says Little John,
"Go you try, master, most speedilie,
Or by my body," says Little John, 35
"I am sure this night you will not know me."
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