6 He leaned his back fast unto a thorn, And his foot unto 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 broken fast unto their hands. * * * * * 7 ‘Hold thy hand, hold thy hand,’ said Robin Hood, ‘And my merry men euery one; For this is one of the best pinders That ever I try’d with sword. 8 ‘And wilt thou forsake thy pinder his craft, And live in [the] green wood with me? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 ‘At Michaelmas next my covnant comes out, When every man gathers his fee; I’le take my blew blade all in my hand, And plod to the green wood with thee.’ 10 ‘Hast thou either meat or drink,’ said Robin Hood, ‘For my merry men and me? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11 ‘I have both bread and beef,’ said the pinder, ‘And good ale of the best;’ ‘And that is meat good enough,’ said Robin Hood, ‘For such unbidden guest. 12 ‘O wilt thou forsake the pinder his craft, And go to the green wood with me? Thou shalt have a livery twice in the year, The one green, the other brown [shall be].’ 13 ‘If Michaelmas day were once come and gone And my master had paid me my fee, Then would I set as little by him As my master doth set by me.’ B Percy MS., p. 15; Hales and Furnivall, I, 32. * * * * * 1 ‘But hold y . . hold y . . .’ says Robin, ‘My merrymen, I bid yee, For this [is] one of the best pindars That euer I saw w_i_th mine eye. 2 ‘But hast thou any meat, thou iolly pindar, For my merrymen and me?’ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 ‘But I haue bread and cheese,’ sayes the pindar, ‘And ale all on the best:’ ‘That’s cheere good enoughe,’ said Robin, ‘For any such vnbidden guest. 4 ‘But wilt be my man?’ said good Robin, ‘And come and dwell w_i_th me? And twise in a yeere thy clothing [shall] be changed If my man thou wilt bee, The tone shall be of light Lincolne greene, The tother of Picklory.’ 5 ‘Att Michallmas comes a well good time, When men haue gotten in their ffee; I’le sett as litle by my m_aster_ As he now setts by me, I’le take my benbowe in my hande, And come into the grenwoode to thee.’ * * * * * #A.# _The second and fourth lines were repeated in singing._ #a.# The Iolly Pinder of Wakefield. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. G[i]lber[t]son. (F. Coles, 1646–1674; T. Vere, 1648–1680; W. Gilbertson, 1640–1663. Chappell.) 1^1. their. 3^1. witty, _which all have, is a corruption of_ wight. 10^1. laid. 13^4. by my. #b#, #c#.