"This strange and whimsical performance is taken from a very rare and curious publication, entitled _Deuteromelia_: _or the second part of musicks melodie, or melodius musicke_, 1609. "In the collection of old printed ballads made by Anthony à Wood, is an inaccurate copy of this ancient and singular production, in his own hand-writing. "'This song,' says he, 'was esteemed an old song before the rebellion broke out in 1641.'" RITSON's _Robin Hood_, ii. 204. By Lands-dale hey ho, By mery Lands-dale hey ho, There dwelt a jolly miller, And a very good old man was he, hey ho. He had, he had and a sonne a, 5 Men called him Renold, And mickle of his might Was he, was he, hey ho. And from his father a wode a, His fortune for to seeke, 10 From mery Lands-dale Wode he, wode he, hey ho. His father would him seeke a, And found him fast asleepe; Among the leaves greene 15 Was he, was he, hey ho. He tooke, he tooke him up a, All by the lilly-white hand, And set him on his feet, And bad him stand, hey ho. 20 He gave to him a benbow, Made all of a trusty tree, And arrowes in his hand, And bad him let them flee. And shoote was that, that a did a, 25 Some say he shot a mile, But halfe a mile and more Was it, was it, hey ho. And at the halfe miles end [a,] There stood an armed man; 30 The childe he shot him through, And through and through, hey ho. His beard was all on a white a, As white as whaleis bone, His eyes they were as cleare 35 As christall stone, hey ho. And there of him they made [a] Good yeoman Robin Hood, Scarlet, and Little John, And Little John, hey ho. 40 IN SHERWOOD LIVDE STOUT ROBIN HOOD. Gutch's _Robin Hood_, ii. 393. From _A Musicall Dreamt, or the fourth booke of Ayres_, &c., London, 1606. Ritson printed the same from the edition of 1609. In Sherwood livde stout Robin Hood, An archer great, none greater; His bow and shafts were sure and good, Yet Cupids were much better. Robin could shoot at many a hart and misse, 5 Cupid at first could hit a hart of his. _Hey, jolly Robin, hoe, jolly Robin, hey, jolly Robin Hood, Love finds out me, as well as thee, so follow me, so follow me to the green-wood_.[L8] A noble thiefe was Robin Hoode, Wise was he could deceive him; 10 Yet Marrian, in his bravest mood, Could of his heart bereave him! No greater thief lies hidden under skies Then beauty closely lodgde in womens eyes. _Hey, jolly Robin, &c._