‘No pardon, no pardon!’ the Bishop says; ‘No pardon I thee owe; Therefore make haste, come along with me, For before the King you shall go.’ XI Robin set his back against a tree, And his foot against a thorn, And from underneath his shepherd’s coat He pull’d out a bugle horn. XII He put the little end to his mouth, And a loud blast did he blow, Till threescore and ten of bold Robin’s men Came running all on a row; XIII All making obeisance to bold Robin Hood; --’Twas a comely sight for to see: ‘What matter, my master,’ said Little John, ‘That you blow so hastilye?’-- XIV ‘O here is the Bishop of Hereford, And no pardon we shall have.’-- ‘Cut off his head, master,’ said Little John, ‘And throw him into his grave.’-- XV ‘O pardon, O pardon,’ said the Bishop, ‘O pardon, I thee pray! For if I had known it had been you, I’d have gone some other way.’-- XVI ‘No pardon, no pardon!’ said Robin Hood; ‘No pardon I thee owe; Therefore make haste, come along with me, For to merry Barnsdale you shall go.’ XVII Then Robin has taken the Bishop’s hand And led him to merry Barnsdale; He made him to stay and sup with him that night, And to drink wine, beer and ale. XVIII ‘Call in the reckoning,’ said the Bishòp, ‘For methinks it grows wondrous high.’-- ‘Lend me your purse, Bishop,’ said Little John, ‘And I’ll tell you by-and-by.’ XIX Then Little John took the Bishop’s cloak, And spread it upon the ground, And out of the Bishop’s portmantua He told three hundred pound. XX ‘So now let him go,’ said Robin Hood; Said Little John, ‘That may not be; For I vow and protest he shall sing us a mass Before that he go from me.’ XXI Robin Hood took the Bishop by the hand, And bound him fast to a tree, And made him to sing a mass, God wot, To him and his yeomandrye. XXII Then Robin Hood brought him through the wood And causèd the music to play, And he made the Bishop to dance in his boots, And they set him on ’s dapple-grey, And they gave the tail within his hand-- And glad he could so get away! _121. Robin Hood and Alan a Dale_ I Come listen to me, you gallants so free, All you that love mirth for to hear, And I will you tell of a bold outlàw, That lived in Nottinghamshire. II As Robin Hood in the forest stood, All under the green-wood tree, There was he ware of a brave young man, As fine as fine might be. III The youngster was clothed in scarlet red, In scarlet fine and gay, And he did frisk it over the plain, And chanted a roundelay. IV