Whan night was gane, and day was come, And the sun began to peep, Up and raise the Earl Richard Out o’ his drowsy sleep. XI He’s ca’d upon his merry young men, By ane, by twa, and by three: ‘O what’s come o’ my daughter dear, That she’s nae come to me? XII ‘I dreamt a dreary dream last night, God grant it come to gude! I dreamt I saw my daughter dear Drown in the saut sea flood. XIII ‘But gin my daughter be dead or sick, Or yet be stown awa’, I mak a vow, and I’ll keep it true, I’ll hang ye ane and a’!’ XIV They sought her back, they sought her fore, They sought her up and down; They got her in the gude green-wood, Nursing her bonny young son. XV He took the bonny boy in his arms, And kist him tenderlie; Says, ‘Though I would your father hang, Your mother’s dear to me.’ XVI He kist him o’er and o’er again: ‘My grandson I thee claim, And Robin Hood in gude green-wood, And that shall be your name.’ XVII And mony ane sings o’ grass, o’ grass, And mony ane sings o’ corn, And mony ane sings o’ Robin Hood Kens little whare he was born. XVIII It wasna in the ha’, the ha’, Nor in the painted bower; But it was in the gude green-wood, Amang the lily-flower. FOOTNOTES: [658] lith = joint. [659] kep = catch. _114. Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudesley_ _Fytte the First_ I Mery it was in the grene foreste Amonge the levès grene, Wheras men hunt east and west Wyth bowes and arrowes kene; II To raise the dere out of theyr denne; Suche sightes hath ofte bene sene; As by thre yemen of the north countrey, By them it is I meane. III The one of them hight Adam Bell, The other Clym of the Clough[660], The thyrd was Wyllyam of Cloudesley, An archer good ynough. IV They were outlaw’d for venyson, These yemen everych-one; They swore them brethren upon a day, To Englyshe-wood[661] for to gone. V Now lith[662] and lysten, gentylmen, That of myrthes loveth to here: Two of them were single men, The third had a wedded fere[663]. VI Wyllyam was the wedded man, Muche more then was hys care: He sayde to hys brethren upon a day, To Carleile he would fare; VII For to speke with fayre Alyce his wife, And with hys chyldren thre. ‘By my trouth,’ sayde Adam Bel, ‘Not by the counsell of me: VIII ‘For if ye go to Carleile, brother, And from thys wylde wode wende, If that the Justice may you take, Your lyfe were at an ende.’-- IX ‘If that I come not to-morowe, brother, By pryme[664] to you agayne, Truste you then that I am taken, Or else that I am slayne.’ X