Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts
"If Michaelmas day was come and gone,
And my master had paid me my fee, 50
Then would I set as little by him,
As my master doth by me."
9, witty young men. RITSON
29, 30. This is the reading in one black-letter copy that has come
under the Editor's notice, instead of
"For this is one of the best pinders
That ever I tried with sword."--GUTCH.
33, 34. From the same.
ROBIN HOOD AND THE RANGER;
OR, TRUE FRIENDSHIP AFTER A FIERCE FIGHT.
"No ancient copy of this ballad having been met with, it is given from
an edition of _Robin Hood's Garland_, printed some years since at
York. The tune is _Arthur a Bland_." RITSON'S _Robin Hood_, ii. 137.
When Ph[oe]bus had melted the 'sickles' of ice,
_With a hey down, &c._
And likewise the mountains of snow,
Bold Robin Hood he would ramble away,
To frolick abroad with his bow.
He left all his merry men waiting behind, 5
Whilst through the green vallies he pass'd,
Where he did behold a forester bold,
Who cry'd out, "Friend, whither so fast?"
"I am going," quoth Robin, "to kill a fat buck,
For me and my merry men all; 10
Besides, ere I go, I'll have a fat doe,
Or else it shall cost me a fall."
"You'd best have a care," said the forester then,
"For these are his majesty's deer;
Before you shall shoot, the thing I'll dispute, 15
For I am head forester here."
"These thirteen long summers," quoth Robin, "I'm sure,
My arrows I here have let fly,
Where freely I range; methinks it is strange,
You should have more power than I. 20
"This forest," quoth Robin, "I think is my own,
And so are the nimble deer too;
Therefore I declare, and solemnly swear,
I'll not be affronted by you."
The forester he had a long quarter staff, 25
Likewise a broad sword by his side;
Without more ado, he presently drew,
Declaring the truth should be try'd.
Bold Robin Hood had a sword of the best,
Thus, ere he would take any wrong, 30
His courage was flush, he'd venture a brush,
And thus they fell to it ding dong.
The very first blow that the forester gave,
He made his broad weapon cry twang;
'Twas over the head, he fell down for dead, 35
O that was a damnable bang!
But Robin he soon recovered himself,
And bravely fell to it again;
The very next stroke their weapons they broke.
Yet never a man there was slain. 40
At quarter staff then they resolvèd to play,
Because they would have the other bout;
And brave Robin Hood right valiantly stood,
Unwilling he was to give out.
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