38^1. the king did. 40^3. him rell. 42^3. grumbled. 46^3. ramb’d _for_ dam’d. 47^1. with sheets. 56^4. it is. 58^3. and so the bedding. 130 ROBIN HOOD AND THE SCOTCHMAN #A. a.# Wood, 401, leaf 27 b. #b.# Roxburghe, III, 18, in the Ballad Society’s reprint, II, 426. #c.# Garland of 1663, No 3. #d.# Garland of 1670, No 2. #e.# Pepys, II, 101, No 88. #B.# Gutch’s Robin Hood, II, 392, from an Irish garland, printed at Monaghan, 1796. #A# is simply the conclusion given to Robin Hood Newly Revived in the broadsides, and has neither connection with that ballad nor coherence in itself, being on the face of it the beginning and the end of an independent ballad, with the break after the third stanza. 3 may possibly refer to the Scots giving up Charles I to the parliamentary commissioners, in 1647. In #B#, four stanzas appear to have been added to the first three of #A# in order to make out a story,—the too familiar one of Robin being beaten in a fight with a fellow whom he chances to meet, and consequently enlisting the man as a recruit. A #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 27 b. #b.# Roxburghe, III, 18, in the Ballad Society’s reprint, II, 426. #c.# Garland of 1663, No 3. #d.# Garland of 1670, No 2. #e.# Pepys, II, 101, No 88. 1 Then bold Robin Hood to the north he would go, With a hey down down a down down With valour and mickle might, With sword by his side, which oft had been tri’d, To fight and recover his right. 2 The first that he met was a bony bold Scot, His servant he said he would be; ‘No,’ quoth Robin Hood, ‘it cannot be good, For thou wilt prove false unto me. 3 ‘Thou hast not bin true to sire nor cuz:’ ‘Nay, marry,’ the Scot he said, ‘As true as your heart, I’le never part, Gude master, be not afraid.’ * * * * * 4 Then Robin Hood turnd his face to the east; ‘Fight on my merry men stout, Our cause is good,’ quoth brave Robin Hood, ‘And we shall not be beaten out.’ 5 The battel grows hot on every side, The Scotchman made great moan; Quoth Jockey, Gude faith, they fight on each side; Would I were with my wife Ione! 6 The enemy compast brave Robin about, ’Tis long ere the battel ends; Ther’s neither will yeeld nor give up the field, For both are supplied with friends. * * * * * 7 This song it was made in Robin Hoods dayes; Let’s pray unto Iove above To give us true peace, that mischief may cease, And war may give place unto love. B Gutch’s Robin Hood, II, 392, from an Irish garland, printed at Monaghan, 1796. 1 Now bold Robin Hood to the north would go, With valour and mickle might, With sword by his side, which oft had been try’d, To fight and recover his right.