Then did the princess view all three, With a comely lovely grace, And took Will Scadlock by the hand, 215 Saying "Here I make my choice." With that a noble lord stept forth, Of Maxfield earl was he, Who look'd Will Scadlock in the face, And wept most bitterly. 220 Quoth he, "I had a son like thee, Whom I lov'd wondrous well; But he is gone, or rather dead, His name it is young Gamwell." Then did Will Scadlock fall on his knees, 225 Cries, "Father! father! here, Here kneels your son, your young Gamwell, You said you lov'd so dear." But, lord! what imbracing and kissing was there, When all these friends were met! 230 They are gone to the wedding, and so to bedding: And so I bid you good night. 35, Of a. 128, Acaron. 209, promise. Ritson. [30] "This (from an old black-letter copy in Major Pearson's collection) is evidently the genuine second part of the present ballad: although constantly printed as an independent article, under the title of _Robin Hood, Will Scadlock, and Little John; Or, a narrative of their victories obtained against the prince of Aragon and the two giants; and how Will Scadlock married the princess_. _Tune of Robin Hood; or, Hey down, down, a down._" Instead of which, in all former editions, are given the following incoherent stanzas, which have all the appearance of being the fragment of a quite different ballad: Then bold Robin Hood to the north he would go, With valour and mickle might, With sword by his side, which oft had been tri'd, To fight and recover his right. The first that he met was a bonny bold Scot, His servant he said he would be: "No," quoth Robin Hood, "it cannot be good, For thou wilt prove false unto me. "Thou hast not been true to sire nor cuz." "Nay, marry," the Scot, he said, "As true as your heart, Ile never part, Gude master, be not afraid." Then Robin turned his face to the east, "Fight on, my merry men stout; Our cause is good," quod brave Robin Hood, "And we shall not be beaten out." The battel grows hot on every side, The Scotchman made great moan: Quoth Jockey, "Gude faith, they fight on each side, Would I were with my wife Joan!" The enemy compast brave Robin about, 'Tis long ere the battel ends; Ther's neither will yield, nor give up the field, For both are supplied with friends. This song it was made in Robin Hoods dayes: Let's pray unto Jove above, To give us true peace, that mischief may cease, And war may give place unto love. RITSON. ROBIN HOOD AND THE SCOTCHMAN. Given in Gutch's _Robin Hood_, ii. 392, from an Irish Garland, printed at Monaghan, 1796.