4. _They kneeled down without hindrance, And each held up his hand_ 60 5. SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE. _She brought him to a river side And also to a tree_ 76 6. THE FROLICKSOME DUKE. (_Frontispiece._) _Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state, Till at last knights and squires, they on him did wait_ 84 7. CHEVY CHASE. _Then leaving life, Earl Percy took The dead man by the hand_ 99 8. KING EDWARD AND THE TANNER. _The tanner he pull'd, the tanner he sweat, And held by the pummel fast_ 114 9. THE HEIR OF LINNE. _And he pull'd forth three bags of gold, And laid them down upon the board_ 130 10. SIR ANDREW BARTON. _They boarded then his noble ship, They boarded it with might and main_ 150 11. THE BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY. _They kneeled on the ground, And praised God devoutly_ 157 12. THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY. _Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold, And he met his shepherd a going to fold_ 165 13. ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR. _The friar took Robin Hood on his back, Deep water he did bestride_ 174 14. THE MARRIAGE OF ALLEN-A-DALE. _He ask'd them seven times in the church, Lest three times should not be enough_ 187 15. VALENTINE AND URSINE. _And kneeling down upon his knee, Presents him to the king_ 197 16. THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD. _Well, quo' the miller's wife, young man, ye're welcome here; And, though I say it, well lodged shall be_ 218 THE BOY'S BOOK OF BALLADS. ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE. When shaws[1] be sheen,[2] and swards full fair, And leaves both large and long, It is merry walking in the fair forest To hear the small birds' song. The woodweel[3] sang, and would not cease, Sitting upon the spray, So loud, he wakened Robin Hood, In the greenwood where he lay. Now by my faith, said jolly Robin, A sweaven[4] I had this night; I dreamt me of two wight[5] yeomen That fast with me can fight. Methought they did me beat and bind, And took my bow me fro'; If I be Robin alive in this land, I'll be wroken[6] on them two. Sweavens are swift, master, quoth John, As the wind that blows o'er a hill; For if it be never so loud this night, To-morrow it may be still. Busk ye, bowne[7] ye, my merry men all, And John shall go with me, For I'll go seek yon wight yeomen, In the greenwood where they be.