8 The fryer bethought him of a good deed; He had done none of long before; He hent up Robin Hood on his backe, And over he did him beare. 9 But when he came over _tha_t wild water, A longe sword there he drew: ‘Beare me backe againe, bold outlawe, Or of this thou shalt have enoughe.’ 10 Then Robin Hood hent the fryar on his back, And neither sayd good nor ill; Till he came ore that wild water, The yeoman he walked still. 11 Then Robin Hood wett his fayre greene hoze, A span aboue his knee; S[ay]s, Beare me ore againe, thou cutted f[ryer] * * * * * 12 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . good bowmen [C]ame raking all on a rowe. 13 ‘I beshrew thy head,’ said the cutted ffriar, ‘Thou thinkes I shall be shente; I thought thou had but a man or two, And thou hast [a] whole conuent. 14 ‘I lett thee haue a blast on thy horne, Now giue me leaue to whistle another; I cold not bidd thee noe better play And thou wert my owne borne brother.’ 15 ‘Now fute on, fute on, thou cutted fryar, I pray God thou neere be still; It is not the futing in a fryers fist _Tha_t can doe me any ill.’ 16 The fryar sett his neave to his mouth, A loud blast he did blow; Then halfe a hundred good bandoggs Came raking all on a rowe. 17 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ‘Euery dogg to a man,’ said the cutted fryar, ‘And I my selfe to Robin Hood.’ 18 ‘Over God’s forbott,’ said Robin Hood, ‘_Tha_t euer _tha_t soe shold bee; I had rather be mached w_i_th three of the tikes Ere I wold be matched on thee. 19 ‘But stay thy tikes, thou fryar,’ he said, ‘And freindshipp I’le haue w_i_th thee; But stay thy tikes, thou fryar,’ he said, ‘And saue good yeomanry.’ 20 The fryar he sett his neave to his mouth, A lowd blast he did blow; The doggs the coucht downe euery one, They couched downe on a rowe. 21 ‘What is thy will, thou yeoman?’ he said, ‘Haue done and tell it me;’ ‘If that thou will goe to merry greenwood, * * * * * B #a.# Garland of 1663, No 11. #b.# Pepys, I, 78, No 37. #c.# Garland of 1670, No 10. #d.# Wood, 401, leaf 15 b. #e.# Pepys, II, 99, No 86. #f.# Douce, II, 184. 1 In summer time, when leaves grow green, And flowers are fresh and gay, Robin Hood and his merry men Were disposed to play. 2 Then some would leap, and some would run, And some would use artillery: ‘Which of you can a good bow draw, A good archer to be? 3 ‘Which of you can kill a buck? Or who can kill a do? Or who can kill a hart of greece, Five hundred foot him fro?’