22 ‘I was neer a hangman in all my life, Nor yet intends to trade; But curst be he,’ said bold Robin, ‘That first a hangman was made. 23 ‘I’ve a bag for meal, and a bag for malt, And a bag for barley and corn; A bag for bread, and a bag for beef, And a bag for my little small horn. 24 ‘I have a horn in my pocket, I got it from Robin Hood, And still when I set it to my mouth, For thee it blows little good.’ 25 ‘O wind thy horn, thou proud fellow, Of thee I have no doubt; I wish that thou give such a blast Till both thy eyes fall out.’ 26 The first loud blast that he did blow, He blew both loud and shrill; A hundred and fifty of Robin Hood’s men Came riding over the hill. 27 The next loud blast that he did give, He blew both loud and amain, And quickly sixty of Robin Hood’s men Came shining over the plain. 28 ‘O who are yon,’ the sheriff he said, ‘Come tripping over the lee?’ ‘The’re my attendants,’ brave Robin did say, ‘They’ll pay a visit to thee.’ 29 They took the gallows from the slack, They set it in the glen, They hangd the proud sheriff on that, Releasd their own three men. C Robin Hood’s Garland. #a.# London, printed by W. & C. Dicey, in St. Mary Aldermary Church Yard, Bow Lane, Cheapside, and sold at the Warehouse at Northampton, n. d.: p. 74, No 24. #b.# London, printed by L. How, in Peticoat Lane, n. d.: p. 23. #c.# York, T. Wilson and R. Spence, n. d.: p. 27. #d.# Preston, W. Sergent, n. d.: p. 62. #e.# London, printed and sold by J. Marshall & Co., Aldermary Church Yard, Bow Lane, n. d.: No 24. #f.# Wolverhampton, printed and sold by J. Smart, n. d. 1 Bold Robin Hood ranging the forest all round, The forest all round ranged he; O there did he meet with a gay lady, She came weeping along the highway. 2 ‘Why weep you, why weep you?’ bold Robin he said, ‘What, weep you for gold or fee? Or do you weep for your maidenhead, That is taken from your body?’ 3 ‘I weep not for gold,’ the lady replyed, ‘Neither do I weep for fee; Nor do I weep for my maidenhead, That is taken from my body.’ 4 ‘What weep you for then?’ said jolly Robin, ‘I prithee come tell unto me;’ ‘Oh! I do weep for my three sons, For they are all condemned to die.’ 5 ‘What church have they robbed?’ said jolly Robin, ‘Or parish-priest have they slain? What maids have they forced against their will? Or with other men’s wives have lain?’ 6 ‘No church have they robbd,’ this lady replied, ‘Nor parish-priest have they slain; No maids have they forc’d against their will, Nor with other men’s wives have lain.’ 7 ‘What have they done then?’ said jolly Robin, ‘Come tell me most speedily:’ ‘Oh! it is for killing the king’s fallow deer, And they are all condemned to die.’