[Footnote 11: Stukeley's Palæographia Britannica, No. I. _passim_. Leland's Collectanea, I. 54. See Ritson's _Robin Hood_.] [Footnote 12: Grafton's Chron. 85. Fordun, 774.] [Footnote 13: Leland's Itinerary, v. 101.] [Footnote 14: Sloane MS.] [Footnote 15: He is supposed to have died about 1520, at the age of sixty.] [Footnote 16: Little woods.] [Footnote 17: Shrubs. "When the fields are in their beauty."] [Footnote 18: Dream.] [Footnote 19: Prepare.] [Footnote 20: Get ready.] [Footnote 21: Strong.] [Footnote 22: Horse.] [Footnote 23: Mischief.] [Footnote 24: i. e. ways, paths. Gate is a common word in the north for "way."] [Footnote 25: A slip of greensward between plough-lands, woods, &c.] [Footnote 26: Woe, sorrow.] [Footnote 27: _Unsett steven_--unlooked for time. Steven, see Glossary.] [Footnote 28: Thorns, briars.] [Footnote 29: Together.] [Footnote 30: The title of "Sir" was not formerly peculiar to knights, it was given to priests, and sometimes to very inferior personages. Dr. Johnson thinks this title was applied to such as had taken the degree of A. B. in the universities.] [Footnote 31: A little hill.] [Footnote 32: Immediately, quickly.] [Footnote 33: Confession.] THE JOLLY PINDER OF WAKEFIELD; WITH ROBIN HOOD, SCARLET, AND JOHN. Several lines of this ballad are quoted in the two old plays of the "Downfall," and "Death of Robert, earl of Huntington," 1601, 4to., black letter, but acted many years before. It is also alluded to in Shakespeare's "Merry Wives of Windsor," Act I. Scene 1; and again, in his second part of "King Henry IV." Act V. Scene 3. Sung "_To an excellent tune_." In Wakefield there lives a jolly pinder, In Wakefield all on a green, In Wakefield all on a green: "There is neither knight nor squire," said the pinder, "Nor baron that is so bold, Nor baron that is so bold, Dare make a trespass to the town of Wakefield, But his pledge goes to the pinfold, But his pledge goes to the pinfold." All this be heard three witty young men, 'Twas Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John; With that they espy'd the jolly pinder, As he sat under a thorn. "Now turn again, turn again," said the pinder, "For a wrong way you have gone; For you have forsaken the king's highway, And made a path over the corn." "O that were a shame," said jolly Robin, "We being three, and thou but one." The pinder lept back then thirty good foot, 'Twas thirty good foot and one. He leaned his back fast unto a thorn, And his foot against a stone, And there he fought a long summer's day, A summer's day so long; Till that their swords on their broad bucklers Were broke fast into their hands. "Hold thy hand, hold thy hand," said bold Robin Hood, "And my merry men every one; For this is one of the best pinders That ever I tryed with sword.