{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_62474/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_62474","id":"gutenberg_62474","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/62474","summary":null,"tags":["Ballads, English -- England -- Texts","Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts","Category: British Literature","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore"],"text":"THE\n ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH\n POPULAR BALLADS\n\n\n EDITED BY\n FRANCIS JAMES CHILD\n\n\n IN FIVE VOLUMES\n VOLUME III\n\n\n NEW YORK\n DOVER PUBLICATIONS, INC.\n\n\n\n\n This Dover edition, first published in 1965, is an\n unabridged and unaltered republication of the work\n originally published by Houghton, Mifflin and\n Company, as follows:\n\n Vol. I\u2014Part I, 1882; Part II, 1884\n Vol. II\u2014Part III, 1885; Part IV, 1886\n Vol. III\u2014Part V, 1888; Part VI, 1889\n Vol. IV\u2014Part VII, 1890; Part VIII, 1892\n Vol. V\u2014Part IX, 1894; Part X, 1898.\n\n This edition also contains as an appendix to Part X\n an essay by Walter Morris Hart entitled \u201cProfessor\n Child and the Ballad,\u201d reprinted _in toto_ from Vol.\n XXI, No. 4, 1906 [New Series Vol. XIV, No. 4] of the\n _Publications of the Modern Language Association of\n America_.\n\n\n _Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 65\u201324347_\n\n Manufactured in the United States of America\n\n Dover Publications, Inc.\n 180 Varick Street\n New York, N.Y. 10014\n\n\n\n\n ADVERTISEMENT TO PART V\n\n NUMBERS 114\u2013155\n\n\nREV. PROFESSOR SKEAT has done me the great service of collating Wynken\nde Worde\u2019s text of The Gest of Robin Hood, the manuscript of Robin Hood\nand the Monk and of Robin Hood and the Potter, and all the Robin Hood\nbroadsides in the Pepys collection. Mr MACMATH has collated the\nfragments of the earlier copy of The Gest which are preserved in the\nAdvocates\u2019 Library, and, as always, has been most ready to respond to\nevery call for aid. I would also gratefully acknowledge assistance\nreceived from Mr W. ALDIS WRIGHT, of Trinity College, Cambridge; the\nRev. EDMUND VENABLES, Precentor of Lincoln; Dr FURNIVALL; and, in\nAmerica, from Mr W. W. NEWELL, Miss PERINE and Mrs DULANY.\n\n F. J. C.\n\n FEBRUARY, 1888.\n\n\n\n\n ADVERTISEMENT TO PART VI\n\n NUMBERS 156\u2013188\n\n\nMr MACMATH has helped me in many ways in the preparation of this Sixth\nPart, and, as before, has been prodigal of time and pains. I am under\nparticular obligations to Mr ROBERT BRUCE ARMSTRONG, of Edinburgh, for\nhis communications concerning the ballad-folk of the Scottish border,\nand to Dr WILHELM WOLLNER, of the University of Leipsic, and Mr GEORGE\nLYMAN KITTREDGE, my colleague in Harvard College, for contributions\n(indicated by the initials of their names) which will be found in the\nAdditions and Corrections. Dr WOLLNER will continue his services. Mr\nJOHN KAR\u0141OWICZ, of Warsaw, purposes to review in \u2018Wis\u0142a\u2019 all the English\nballads which have Polish affinities, and Professor ALEXANDER\nVESSELOFSKY has allowed me to hope for his assistance; so that there is\na gratifying prospect that the points of contact between the English and\nthe Slavic popular ballads will in the end be amply brought out. Thanks\nare due and are proffered, for favors of various kinds, to\nLieutenant-Colonel LUMSDEN, of London, Lieutenant-Colonel PRIDEAUX, of\nCalcutta, Professor SKEAT, Miss ISABEL FLORENCE HAPGOOD, Professor\nVINOGRADOF, of Moscow, Professor GEORGE STEPHENS, Mr AXEL OLRIK, of\nCopenhagen (to whom the completion of SVEND GRUNDTVIG\u2019S great work has\nbeen entrusted), Mr JAMES BARCLAY MURDOCH, of Glasgow, Dr F. J.\nFURNIVALL, Professor C. R. LANMAN, Mr P. Z. ROUND, and Mr W. W. NEWELL.\n\n F. J. C.\n\n JULY, 1889.\n\n\n\n\n CONTENTS OF VOLUME III\n\n\n BALLAD PAGE\n 114. JOHNIE COCK 1\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 495.)\n\n 115. ROBYN AND GANDELEYN 12\n\n 116. ADAM BELL, CLIM OF THE CLOUGH, AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY 14\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 518; IV, 496; V, 297.)\n\n 117. A GEST OF ROBYN HODE 39\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 519; IV, 496; V, 240,\n 297.)\n\n 118. ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 89\n\n 119. ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 94\n\n 120. ROBIN HOOD\u2019S DEATH 102\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 240, 297.)\n\n 121. ROBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER 108\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 497.)\n\n 122. ROBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER 115\n\n 123. ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 120\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 297.)\n\n 124. THE JOLLY PINDER OF WAKEFIELD 129\n\n 125. ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN 133\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 297.)\n\n 126. ROBIN HOOD AND THE TANNER 137\n\n 127. ROBIN HOOD AND THE TINKER 140\n\n 128. ROBIN HOOD NEWLY REVIVED 144\n\n 129. ROBIN HOOD AND THE PRINCE OF ARAGON 147\n\n 130. ROBIN HOOD AND THE SCOTCHMAN 150\n\n 131. ROBIN HOOD AND THE RANGER 152\n\n 132. THE BOLD PEDLAR AND ROBIN HOOD 154\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 240.)\n\n 133. ROBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAR, I 155\n\n 134. ROBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAR, II 158\n\n 135. ROBIN HOOD AND THE SHEPHERD 165\n\n 136. ROBIN HOOD\u2019S DELIGHT 168\n\n 137. ROBIN HOOD AND THE PEDLARS 170\n\n 138. ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN A DALE 172\n\n 139. ROBIN HOOD\u2019S PROGRESS TO NOTTINGHAM 175\n\n 140. ROBIN HOOD RESCUING THREE SQUIRES 177\n\n 141. ROBIN HOOD RESCUING WILL STUTLY 185\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 497.)\n\n 142. LITTLE JOHN A BEGGING 188\n\n 143. ROBIN HOOD AND THE BISHOP 191\n\n 144. ROBIN HOOD AND THE BISHOP OF HEREFORD 193\n\n 145. ROBIN HOOD AND QUEEN KATHERINE 196\n\n 146. ROBIN HOOD\u2019S CHASE 205\n\n 147. ROBIN HOOD\u2019S GOLDEN PRIZE 208\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 519.)\n\n 148. THE NOBLE FISHERMAN, OR, ROBIN HOOD\u2019S PREFERMENT 211\n\n 149. ROBIN HOOD\u2019S BIRTH, BREEDING, VALOR AND MARRIAGE 214\n\n 150. ROBIN HOOD AND MAID MARIAN 218\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 519.)\n\n 151. THE KING\u2019S DISGUISE, AND FRIENDSHIP WITH ROBIN HOOD 220\n\n 152. ROBIN HOOD AND THE GOLDEN ARROW 223\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 241.)\n\n 153. ROBIN HOOD AND THE VALIANT KNIGHT 225\n\n 154. A TRUE TALE OF ROBIN HOOD 227\n\n 155. SIR HUGH, OR, THE JEW\u2019S DAUGHTER 233\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 519; IV, 497; V, 241,\n 297.)\n\n 156. QUEEN ELEANOR\u2019S CONFESSION 257\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 498; V, 241, 297.)\n\n 157. GUDE WALLACE 265\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 242.)\n\n 158. HUGH SPENCER\u2019S FEATS IN FRANCE 275\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 499; V, 243.)\n\n 159. DURHAM FIELD 282\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 297.)\n\n 160. THE KNIGHT OF LIDDESDALE 288\n\n 161. THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 289\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 520; IV, 499; V, 243,\n 297.)\n\n 162. THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 303\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 502; V, 244, 297.)\n\n 163. THE BATTLE OF HARLAW 316\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 245.)\n\n 164. KING HENRY FIFTH\u2019S CONQUEST OF FRANCE 320\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 245.)\n\n 165. SIR JOHN BUTLER 327\n\n 166. THE ROSE OF ENGLAND 331\n\n 167. SIR ANDREW BARTON 334\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 502; V, 245.)\n\n 168. FLODDEN FIELD 351\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 507; V, 298.)\n\n 169. JOHNIE ARMSTRONG 362\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 520; IV, 507; V, 298.)\n\n 170. THE DEATH OF QUEEN JANE 372\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 245, 298.)\n\n 171. THOMAS CROMWELL 377\n\n 172. MUSSELBURGH FIELD 378\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 507.)\n\n 173. MARY HAMILTON 379\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 507; V, 246, 298.)\n\n 174. EARL BOTHWELL 399\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 247.)\n\n 175. THE RISING IN THE NORTH 401\n\n 176. NORTHUMBERLAND BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS 408\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 299.)\n\n 177. THE EARL OF WESTMORELAND 416\n (Additions and Corrections: V, 299.)\n\n 178. CAPTAIN CAR, OR, EDOM O GORDON 423\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 520; IV, 513; V, 247,\n 299.)\n\n 179. ROOKHOPE RYDE 439\n\n 180. KING JAMES AND BROWN 442\n\n 181. THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY 447\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 515.)\n\n 182. THE LAIRD O LOGIE 449\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 520; IV, 515; V, 299.)\n\n 183. WILLIE MACINTOSH 456\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 516.)\n\n 184. THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY 458\n (Additions and Corrections: III, 520.)\n\n 185. DICK O THE COW 461\n\n 186. KINMONT WILLIE 469\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 516.)\n\n 187. JOCK O THE SIDE 475\n\n 188. ARCHIE O CAWFIELD 484\n (Additions and Corrections: IV, 516.)\n\n ADDITIONS AND CORRECTIONS 496\n\n\n\n\n 114\n\n JOHNIE COCK\n\n #A.# Percy Papers, Miss Fisher\u2019s MS., No 5, 1780.\n\n #B.# \u2018Johnny Cock,\u2019 Pieces of Ancient Poetry from Unpublished\n Manuscripts and Scarce Books, Bristol, 1814, [John Fry], p. 53.\n\n #C.# \u2018Johnny Cock,\u2019 Pieces of Ancient Poetry, etc., p. 51.\n\n #D.# \u2018Johnie of Cockerslee,\u2019 Kinloch\u2019s annotated copy of his Ancient\n Scottish Ballads, p. 38 _bis_.\n\n #E.# \u2018Johnie o Cocklesmuir,\u2019 Kinloch MSS, VII, 29; Kinloch\u2019s Ancient\n Scottish Ballads, p. 36.\n\n #F.# \u2018Johnie of Breadislee,\u2019 Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, I, 59, 1802.\n\n #G.# \u2018Johnnie Brad,\u2019 Harris MS., fol. 25.\n\n #H.# \u2018Johnnie o Cocklesmuir,\u2019 Buchan\u2019s MSS, I, 82; Dixon, Scottish\n Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads, p. 77, Percy Society, vol.\n xvii.\n\n #I.# \u2018Johnie of Braidisbank,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. 23.\n\n #J.# Chambers, Scottish Ballads, p. 181.\n\n #K.# Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, I, xxxi: one stanza.\n\n #L.# Harris MS., fol. 25 b: one stanza.\n\n #M.# Froude, Thomas Carlyle, II, 335, New York, 1882, supplemented by\n Mrs Aitken: one stanza.\n\n\nThe first notice in print of this precious specimen of the unspoiled\ntraditional ballad is in Ritson\u2019s Scotish Song, 1794, I, xxxvi, note 25:\nthe Rev. Mr Boyd, the translator of Dante, had a faint recollection of\nthree ballads, one of which was called \u2018Johny Cox.\u2019 Before this, 1780, a\nlady of Carlisle had sent a copy to Doctor Percy, #A#. Scott, 1802, was\nthe first to publish the ballad, selecting \u201cthe stanzas of greatest\nmerit\u201d from several copies which were in his hands. John Fry gave two\nvaluable fragments, #C#, #B# (which he did not separate), in his Pieces\nof Ancient Poetry, 1814, from a manuscript \u201cappearing to be the\ntext-book of some illiterate drummer.\u201d[1] I have been able to add only\nthree versions to those which were already before the world, #A#, #D#,\n#G#; and of these #D# is in part the same as #E#, previously printed by\nKinloch.\n\nPinkerton, Select Scotish Ballads, II, xxxix, 1783, has preserved a\nstanza, which he assigns to a supposititious ballad of \u2018Bertram the\nArcher:\u2019[2]\n\n \u2018My trusty bow of the tough yew,\n That I in London bought,\n And silken strings, if ye prove true,\n That my true-love has wrought.\u2019\n\nThis stanza agrees with #J# 6, and with #A# 18, #H# 19 in part, and is\nvery likely to belong here; but it might be a movable passage, or\ncommonplace.\n\nAll the versions are in accord as to the primary points of the story. A\ngallant young fellow, who pays no regard to the game-laws, goes out,\ndespite his mother\u2019s entreaties, to ding the dun deer down. He kills a\ndeer, and feasts himself and his dogs so freely on it that they all fall\nasleep. An old palmer, a silly auld, stane-auld carl, observes him, and\ncarries word to seven foresters [fifteen #B#, three (?) #C#]. They beset\nJohnie and wound him; he kills all but one, and leaves that one, badly\nhurt, to carry tidings of the rest. Johnie sends a bird to his mother to\nbid her fetch him away, #F# 19, 20, cf. #B# 13; a bird warns his mother\nthat Johnie tarries long, #H# 21 (one of Buchan\u2019s parrots). The _boy_ in\n#A# 20, 21 is evidently a corruption of _bird_. Information is given the\nmother in a different way in #L#. #B-G# must be adjudged to be\nincomplete; #I-M# are mere fragments. #H# has a false and silly\nconclusion, 22\u201324, in imitation of Robin Hood and of Adam Bell. Mrs\nHarris had heard another version besides #G# (of which she gives only\none stanza, #L#), in which \u201cJohnie is slain and thrown owre a milk-white\nsteed; news is sent to Johnie\u2019s mother, who flies to her son.\u201d It is the\none forester who is not quite killed that is thrown over his steed to\ncarry tidings home, #F# 18, #G# 11. #D# 19, #E# 17, and Mrs Harris\u2019s\nsecond version are, as to this point, evidently corrupted.\n\nThe hero\u2019s name is Johnny Cock, #B# 2, #C# 1; Johny Cox, Rev. Mr Boyd;\nJohn o Cockis (Johny Cockis?), #H# 17; Johny o Cockley\u2019s Well, #A# 14; o\nCockerslee, #D# 14; of Cockielaw, in one of the versions used by Scott\nfor #F#; o Cocklesmuir, #E# 13, #H# 15. Again, Johnie Brad, #G# 1, #L#;\nJohnie o Breadislee, #F# 14; Braidislee, #J# 2.\n\nThe hunting-ground, or the place where Johnie is discovered, is up in\nBraidhouplee, down in Bradyslee, #A# 6, high up in Bradyslee, low down\nin Bradyslee, #A# 12; Braidscaur Hill, #D# 6, Braidisbanks, #D# 12, #I#\n1; Bride\u2019s Braidmuir, #H# 2, 5; Broadspear Hill, #E# 2, 5; Durrisdeer\nonly in #F# 4. The seven foresters are of Pickeram Side, #A# 3, 19; of\nHislinton, #F# 9. #B# 1^1 reads, Fifteen foresters in the braid alow;\nwhich seems to require emendation, perhaps simply to Braid alow, perhaps\nto Braidislee.\n\nWith regard to the localities in #A#, Percy notes that Pickeram Side is\nin Northumbria, and that there is a Cockley Tower in Erringside, near\nBrady\u2019s Cragg, and a Brady\u2019s Cragg near Chollerford Bridge. There is a\nCockley, _alias_ Cocklaw, in Erringside, near Chollerton, in the south\ndivision of Tynedale Ward, parish of St John Lee. The Erring is a small\nstream which enters the Tyne between Chollerton and Chollerford. Again,\nCocklaw Walls appears in the map of the Ordnance Survey, a little to the\nnorth and east of Cockley in Erringside, and Cocklaw Walls may represent\nthe Cockley\u2019s Well of the ballad. (Percy notes that Cockley\u2019s Well is\nsaid to be near Bewcastle, Cumberland.) I have not found Brady\u2019s Cragg\nor Pickeram Side in the Ordnance Survey maps, nor indeed any of the\ncompounds of Braidy or Braid anywhere.\n\nThere is a Braid a little to the south of Edinburgh, Braid Hills and\nBraid Burn; and Motherwell, Minstrelsy, p. 17, says that there is\ntradition for this region having been the hunting-ground.\n\nScott\u2019s copy, #F#, lays the scene in Dumfriesshire, and there is other\ntradition to the same effect.[3]\n\nPercy was struck with the occurrence of the wolf in #A# 17, found also\nin #B# 10, #C# 5. He considered, no doubt, that the mention of the wolf\nwas a token of the high antiquity of the ballad. \u201cWolues that wyryeth\nmen, wommen and children\u201d are spoken of in Piers Plowman, #C#, Passus,\nX, v. 226, Skeat, 1886, I, 240, and the #C# text is assigned to about\n1393. Holinshed (1577), I, 378, says that though the island is void of\nwolves south of the Tweed, yet the Scots cannot boast the like, since\nthey have grievous wolves.\n\n\n#F# is translated by Schubart, p. 187; Wolff, Halle der V\u00f6lker, I, 41,\nHausschatz, p. 224; Doenniges, p. 10; Gerhard, p. 51; R. von Bismarck,\nDeutsches Museum, 1858, I, 897; Cesare Cant\u00f9, Documenti alla Storia\nUniversale, V, 806; in Le Magasin Pittoresque, 1838, p. 127 b; by\nLo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 296. Grundtvig, p. 269, No 41, translates a compound\nof #F#, #I#, #E# (Kinloch\u2019s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 36), and #B#;\nKnortz, Schottische Balladen, No 18, a mixture of #F# and others.\n\n\n A\n\n Communicated to Percy by Miss Fisher, of Carlisle, 1780, No 5 of MS.\n\n 1\n Johny he has risen up i the morn,\n Calls for water to wash his hands;\n But little knew he that his bloody hounds\n Were bound in iron bands. bands\n Were bound in iron bands\n\n 2\n Johny\u2019s mother has gotten word o that,\n And care-bed she has taen:\n \u2018O Johny, for my benison,\n I beg you\u2019l stay at hame;\n For the wine so red, and the well baken bread,\n My Johny shall want nane.\n\n 3\n \u2018There are seven forsters at Pickeram Side,\n At Pickeram where they dwell,\n And for a drop of thy heart\u2019s bluid\n They wad ride the fords of hell.\u2019\n\n 4\n Johny he\u2019s gotten word of that,\n And he\u2019s turnd wondrous keen;\n He\u2019s put off the red scarlett,\n And he\u2019s put on the Lincolm green.\n\n 5\n With a sheaf of arrows by his side,\n And a bent bow in his hand,\n He\u2019s mounted on a prancing steed,\n And he has ridden fast oer the strand.\n\n 6\n He\u2019s up i Braidhouplee, and down i Bradyslee,\n And under a buss o broom,\n And there he found a good dun deer,\n Feeding in a buss of ling.\n\n 7\n Johny shot, and the dun deer lap,\n And she lap wondrous wide,\n Until they came to the wan water,\n And he stemd her of her pride.\n\n 8\n He \u2019as taen out the little pen-knife,\n \u2019Twas full three quarters long,\n And he has taen out of that dun deer\n The liver bot and the tongue.\n\n 9\n They eat of the flesh, and they drank of the blood,\n And the blood it was so sweet,\n Which caused Johny and his bloody hounds\n To fall in a deep sleep.\n\n 10\n By then came an old palmer,\n And an ill death may he die!\n For he\u2019s away to Pickram Side,\n As fast as he can drie.\n\n 11\n \u2018What news, what news?\u2019 says the Seven Forsters,\n \u2018What news have ye brought to me?\u2019\n \u2018I have noe news,\u2019 the palmer said,\n \u2018But what I saw with my eye.\n\n 12\n \u2018High up i Bradyslee, low down i Bradisslee,\n And under a buss of scroggs,\n O there I spied a well-wight man,\n Sleeping among his dogs.\n\n 13\n \u2018His coat it was of light Lincolm,\n And his breeches of the same,\n His shoes of the American leather,\n And gold buckles tying them.\u2019\n\n 14\n Up bespake the Seven Forsters,\n Up bespake they ane and a\u2019:\n O that is Johny o Cockleys Well,\n And near him we will draw.\n\n 15\n O the first y stroke that they gae him,\n They struck him off by the knee;\n Then up bespake his sister\u2019s son:\n \u2018O the next\u2019ll gar him die!\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018O some they count ye well-wight men,\n But I do count ye nane;\n For you might well ha wakend me,\n And askd gin I wad be taen.\n\n 17\n \u2018The wildest wolf in aw this wood\n Wad not ha done so by me;\n She\u2019d ha wet her foot ith wan water,\n And sprinkled it oer my brae,\n And if that wad not ha wakend me,\n She wad ha gone and let me be.\n\n 18\n \u2018O bows of yew, if ye be true,\n In London, where ye were bought,\n Fingers five, get up belive,\n Manhuid shall fail me nought.\u2019\n\n 19\n He has killd the Seven Forsters,\n He has killd them all but ane,\n And that wan scarce to Pickeram Side,\n To carry the bode-words hame.\n\n 20\n \u2018Is there never a boy in a\u2019 this wood\n That will tell what I can say;\n That will go to Cockleys Well,\n Tell my mither to fetch me away?\u2019\n\n 21\n There was a boy into that wood,\n That carried the tidings away,\n And many ae was the well-wight man\n At the fetching o Johny away.\n\n\n B\n\n Pieces of Ancient Poetry from Unpublished Manuscripts and Scarce\n Books, Bristol, 1814, p. 53.\n\n 1\n Fifteen foresters in the Braid alow,\n And they are wondrous fell;\n To get a drop of Johnny\u2019s heart-bluid,\n They would sink a\u2019 their souls to hell.\n\n 2\n Johnny Cock has gotten word of this,\n And he is wondrous keen;\n He\u015b custan off the red scarlet,\n And on the Linkum green.\n\n 3\n And he is ridden oer muir and muss,\n And over mountains high,\n Till he came to yon wan water,\n And there Johnny Cock did lie.\n\n 4\n They have ridden oer muir and muss,\n And over mountains high,\n Till they met wi\u2019 an old palmer,\n Was walking along the way.\n\n 5\n \u2018What news, what news, old palmer?\n What news have you to me?\u2019\n \u2018Yonder is one of the proudest wed sons\n That ever my eyes did see.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 6\n He\u2019s taen out a horn from his side,\n And he blew both loud and shrill,\n Till a\u2019 the fifteen foresters\n Heard Johnny Cock blaw his horn.\n\n 7\n They have sworn a bluidy oath,\n And they swore all in one,\n That there was not a man among them a\u2019\n Would blaw such a blast as yon.\n\n 8\n And they have ridden oer muir and muss,\n And over mountains high,\n Till they came to yon wan water,\n Where Johnny Cock did lie.\n\n 9\n They have shotten little Johnny Cock,\n A little above the ee:\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018For doing the like to me.\n\n 10\n \u2018There\u2019s not a wolf in a\u2019 the wood\n Woud \u2019 ha\u2019 done the like to me;\n \u2018She\u2019d ha\u2019 dipped her foot in coll water,\n And strinkled above my ee,\n And if I would not have waked for that,\n \u2018She\u2019d ha\u2019 gane and let me be.\n\n 11\n \u2018But fingers five, come here, [come here,]\n And faint heart fail me nought,\n And silver strings, value me sma things,\n Till I get all this vengeance rowght!\u2019\n\n 12\n He ha[s] shot a\u2019 the fifteen foresters,\n Left never a one but one,\n And he broke the ribs a that ane\u2019s side,\n And let him take tiding home.\n\n 13\n \u2018... a bird in a\u2019 the wood\n Could sing as I could say,\n It would go in to my mother\u2019s bower,\n And bid her kiss me, and take me away.\u2019\n\n\n C\n\n Pieces of Ancient Poetry from Unpublished Manuscripts and Scarce\n Books, Bristol, 1814, p. 51.\n\n 1\n Johnny Cock, in a May morning,\n Sought water to wash his hands,\n And he is awa to louse his dogs,\n That\u2019s tied wi iron bans.\n That\u2019s tied wi iron bans\n\n 2\n His coat it is of the light Lincum green,\n And his breiks are of the same;\n His shoes are of the American leather,\n Silver buckles tying them.\n\n 3\n \u2018He\u2019 hunted up, and so did \u2018he\u2019 down,\n Till \u2018he\u2019 came to yon bush of scrogs,\n And then to yon wan water,\n Where he slept among his dogs.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 4\n Johnny Cock out-shot a\u2019 the foresters,\n And out-shot a the three;\n Out shot a\u2019 the foresters,\n Wounded Johnny aboun the bree.\n\n 5\n \u2018Woe be to you, foresters,\n And an ill death may you die!\n For there would not a wolf in a\u2019 the wood\n Have done the like to me.\n\n 6\n \u2018For\u2019 \u2019twould ha\u2019 put its foot in the coll water\n And ha strinkled it on my bree,\n And gin that would not have done,\n Would have gane and lett me be.\n\n 7\n \u2018I often took to my mother\n The dandoo and the roe,\n But now I\u2019l take to my mother\n Much sorrow and much woe.\n\n 8\n \u2018I often took to my mother\n The dandoo and the hare,\n But now I\u2019l take to my mother\n Much sorrow and much care.\u2019\n\n\n D\n\n Kinloch\u2019s annotated copy of his Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 38\n _bis_: a West-Country version.\n\n 1\n Up Johnie raise in a May morning,\n Calld for water to wash his hands,\n And he has calld for his gude gray hunds,\n That lay bund in iron bands. bands\n That lay bund in iron bands\n\n 2\n \u2018Ye\u2019ll busk, ye\u2019ll busk my noble dogs,\n Ye\u2019ll busk and mak them boun,\n For I\u2019m going to the Braidscaur hill,\n To ding the dun deer doun.\u2019\n\n 3\n Whan Johnie\u2019s mither gat word o that,\n On the very bed she lay,\n Says, Johnie, for my malison,\n I pray ye at hame to stay.\n\n 4\n Your meat sall be of the very, very best,\n Your drink sall be the same,\n And ye will win your mither\u2019s benison,\n Gin ye wad stay at hame.\n\n 5\n But Johnie has cast aff the black velvet,\n And put on the Lincoln twine,\n And he is on to gude greenwud,\n As fast as he could gang.\n\n 6\n His mither\u2019s counsel he wad na tak,\n He\u2019s aff, and left the toun,\n He\u2019s aff unto the Braidscaur hill,\n To ding the dun deer doun.\n\n 7\n Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,\n And he lookit aneath the sun,\n And there he spied the dun deer sleeping,\n Aneath a buss o whun.\n\n 8\n Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap,\n And he\u2019s scaithed him in the side,\n And atween the water and the wud\n He laid the dun deer\u2019s pride.\n\n 9\n They ate sae meikle o the venison,\n And drank sae meikle o the blude,\n That Johnie and his twa gray hunds\n Fell asleep in yonder wud.\n\n 10\n By ther cam a silly auld man,\n And a silly auld man was he,\n And he\u2019s aff to the proud foresters,\n As fast as he could dree.\n\n 11\n \u2018What news, what news, my silly auld man?\n What news? come tell to me:\u2019\n \u2018I heard na news, I speird na news\n But what my een did see.\n\n 12\n \u2018As I cam in by Braidisbanks,\n And doun amang the whuns,\n The bonniest youngster eer I saw\n Lay sleepin amang his hunds.\n\n 13\n \u2018His cheeks war like the roses red,\n His neck was like the snaw;\n His sark was o the holland fine,\n And his jerkin lac\u2019d fu braw.\u2019\n\n 14\n Up bespak the first forester,\n The first forester of a\u2019:\n O this is Johnie o Cockerslee;\n Come draw, lads, we maun draw.\n\n 15\n Up bespak the niest forester,\n The niest forester of a\u2019:\n An this be Johnie o Cockerslee,\n To him we winna draw.\n\n 16\n The first shot that they did shoot,\n They woundit him on the bree;\n Up bespak the uncle\u2019s son,\n \u2018The niest will gar him die.\u2019\n\n 17\n The second shot that eer they shot,\n It scaithd him near the heart;\n \u2018I only wauken,\u2019 Johnie cried,\n \u2018Whan first I find the smart.\n\n 18\n \u2018Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs,\n Stand stout, and dinna flee;\n Stand fast, stand fast, my gude gray hunds,\n And we will gar them die.\u2019\n\n 19\n He has killed six o the proud foresters,\n And wounded the seventh sair:\n He laid his leg out owre his steed,\n Says, I will kill na mair.\n\n 20\n \u2018Oh wae befa thee, silly auld man,\n An ill death may thee dee!\n Upon thy head be a\u2019 this blude,\n For mine, I ween, is free.\u2019\n\n\n E\n\n Kinloch\u2019s MSS, VII, 29: from recitation in the North Country.\n\n 1\n Johnie rose up in a May morning,\n Calld for water to wash his hands,\n And he has calld for his gud gray hunds,\n That lay bund in iron bands. bands\n That lay bund in iron bands\n\n 2\n \u2018Ye\u2019ll busk, ye\u2019ll busk my noble dogs,\n Ye\u2019ll busk and mak them boun,\n For I\u2019m gaing to the Broadspear hill,\n To ding the dun deer doun.\u2019\n\n 3\n Whan Johnie\u2019s mither heard o this,\n She til her son has gane:\n \u2018Ye\u2019ll win your mither\u2019s benison,\n Gin ye wad stay at hame.\n\n 4\n \u2018Your meat sall be o the very, very best,\n And your drink o the finest wine;\n And ye will win your mither\u2019s benison,\n Gin ye wad stay at hame.\u2019\n\n 5\n His mither\u2019s counsel he wad na tak,\n Nor wad he stay at hame;\n But he\u2019s on to the Broadspear hill,\n To ding the dun deer doun.\n\n 6\n Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,\n And a little below the sun,\n And there he spied the dun deer lying sleeping,\n Aneath a buss o brume.\n\n 7\n Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap,\n And he has woundit him in the side,\n And atween the water and the wud\n He laid the dun deer\u2019s pride.\n\n 8\n They ate sae meikle o the venison,\n And drank sae meikle o the blude,\n That Johnie and his twa gray hunds\n Fell asleep in yonder wud.\n\n 9\n By there cam a silly auld man,\n A silly auld man was he,\n And he\u2019s aff to the proud foresters,\n To tell what he did see.\n\n 10\n \u2018What news, what news, my silly auld man,\n What news? come tell to me:\u2019\n \u2018Na news, na news,\u2019 said the silly auld man,\n \u2018But what mine een did see.\n\n 11\n \u2018As I cam in by yon greenwud,\n And doun amang the scrogs,\n The bonniest youth that ere I saw\n Lay sleeping atween twa dogs.\n\n 12\n \u2018The sark that he had on his back\n Was o the holland sma,\n And the coat that he had on his back\n Was laced wi gowd fu braw.\u2019\n\n 13\n Up bespak the first forester,\n The first forester ava:\n \u2018An this be Johnie o Cocklesmuir,\n It\u2019s time we war awa.\u2019\n\n 14\n Up bespak the niest forester,\n The niest forester ava:\n \u2018An this be Johnie o Cocklesmuir,\n To him we winna draw.\u2019\n\n 15\n The first shot that they did shoot,\n They woundit him on the thie;\n Up bespak the uncle\u2019s son,\n The niest will gar him die.\n\n 16\n \u2018Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs,\n Stand stout, and dinna flee;\n Stand fast, stand fast, my gude gray hunds,\n And we will mak them dee.\u2019\n\n 17\n He has killed six o the proud foresters,\n And he has woundit the seventh sair;\n He laid his leg out oure his steed,\n Says, I will kill na mair.\n\n\n F\n\n Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, I, 59, 1802; made up from several different\n copies. Nithsdale.\n\n 1\n Johnie rose up in a May morning,\n Called for water to wash his hands:\n \u2018Gar loose to me the gude graie dogs,\n That are bound wi iron bands.\u2019\n\n 2\n When Johnie\u2019s mother gat word o that,\n Her hands for dule she wrang:\n \u2018O Johnie, for my bennison,\n To the grenewood dinna gang!\n\n 3\n \u2018Eneugh ye hae o the gude wheat-bread,\n And eneugh o the blude-red wine,\n And therefore for nae vennison, Johnie,\n I pray ye, stir frae hame.\u2019\n\n 4\n But Johnie\u2019s buskt up his gude bend bow,\n His arrows, ane by ane,\n And he has gane to Durrisdeer,\n To hunt the dun deer down.\n\n 5\n As he came down by Merriemass,\n And in by the benty line,\n There has he espied a deer lying,\n Aneath a bush of ling.\n\n 6\n Johnie he shot, and the dun deer lap,\n And he wounded her on the side,\n But atween the water and the brae,\n His hounds they laid her pride.\n\n 7\n And Johnie has bryttled the deer sae weel\n That he\u2019s had out her liver and lungs,\n And wi these he has feasted his bludey hounds\n As if they had been erl\u2019s sons.\n\n 8\n They eat sae much o the vennison,\n And drank sae much o the blude,\n That Johnie and a\u2019 his bludey hounds\n Fell asleep as they had been dead.\n\n 9\n And by there came a silly auld carle,\n An ill death mote he die!\n For he\u2019s awa to Hislinton,\n Where the Seven Foresters did lie.\n\n 10\n \u2018What news, what news, ye gray-headed carle?\n What news bring ye to me?\u2019\n \u2018I bring nae news,\u2019 said the gray-headed carle,\n \u2018Save what these eyes did see.\n\n 11\n \u2018As I came down by Merriemass,\n And down amang the scroggs,\n The bonniest childe that ever I saw\n Lay sleeping amang his dogs.\n\n 12\n \u2018The shirt that was upon his back\n Was o the holland fine;\n The doublet which was over that\n Was o the Lincome twine.\n\n 13\n \u2018The buttons that were on his sleeve\n Were o the gowd sae gude;\n The gude graie hounds he lay amang,\n Their mouths were dyed wi blude.\u2019\n\n 14\n Then out and spak the first forester,\n The heid man ower them a\u2019:\n If this be Johnie o Breadislee,\n Nae nearer will we draw.\n\n 15\n But up and spak the sixth forester,\n His sister\u2019s son was he:\n If this be Johnie o Breadislee,\n We soon shall gar him die.\n\n 16\n The first flight of arrows the foresters shot,\n They wounded him on the knee;\n And out and spak the seventh forester,\n The next will gar him die.\n\n 17\n Johnie\u2019s set his back against an aik,\n His fute against a stane,\n And he has slain the Seven Foresters,\n He has slain them a\u2019 but ane.\n\n 18\n He has broke three ribs in that ane\u2019s side,\n But and his collar bane;\n He\u2019s laid him twa-fald ower his steed,\n Bade him carry the tidings hame.\n\n 19\n \u2018O is there na a bonnie bird\n Can sing as I can say,\n Could flee away to my mother\u2019s bower,\n And tell to fetch Johnie away?\u2019\n\n 20\n The starling flew to his mother\u2019s window-stane,\n It whistled and it sang,\n And aye the ower-word o the tune\n Was, Johnie tarries lang!\n\n 21\n They made a rod o the hazel-bush,\n Another o the slae-thorn tree,\n And mony, mony were the men\n At fetching our Johnie.\n\n 22\n Then out and spake his auld mother,\n And fast her teirs did fa;\n Ye wad nae be warnd, my son Johnie,\n Frae the hunting to bide awa.\n\n 23\n \u2018Aft hae I brought to Breadislee\n The less gear and the mair,\n But I neer brought to Breadislee\n What grieved my heart sae sair.\n\n 24\n \u2018But wae betyde that silly auld carle,\n An ill death shall he die;\n For the highest tree on Merriemass\n Shall be his morning\u2019s fee.\u2019\n\n 25\n Now Johnie\u2019s gude bend bow is broke,\n And his gude graie dogs are slain,\n And his bodie lies dead in Durrisdeer,\n And his hunting it is done.\n\n\n G\n\n Harris MS., fol. 25: from Mrs Harris\u2019s recitation.\n\n 1\n Johnnie Brad, on a May mornin,\n Called for water to wash his hands,\n An there he spied his twa blude-hounds,\n Waur bound in iron bands. bands\n Waur bound in iron bands\n\n 2\n Johnnie\u2019s taen his gude bent bow,\n Bot an his arrows kene,\n An strippit himsel o the scarlet red,\n An put on the licht Lincoln green.\n\n 3\n Up it spak Johnnie\u2019s mither,\n An\u2019 a wae, wae woman was she:\n I beg you bide at hame, Johnnie,\n I pray be ruled by me.\n\n 4\n Baken bread ye sall nae lack,\n An wine you sall lack nane;\n Oh Johnnie, for my benison,\n I beg you bide at hame!\n\n 5\n He has made a solemn aith,\n Atween the sun an the mune,\n That he wald gae to the gude green wood,\n The dun deer to ding doon.\n\n 6\n He luiket east, he luiket wast,\n An in below the sun,\n An there he spied the dun deer,\n Aneath a bush o brume.\n\n 7\n The firsten shot that Johnnie shot,\n He wounded her in the side;\n The nexten shot that Johnnie shot,\n I wat he laid her pride.\n\n 8\n He\u2019s eaten o the venison,\n An drunken o the blude,\n Until he fell as sound asleep\n As though he had been dead.\n\n 9\n Bye there cam a silly auld man,\n And a silly auld man was he,\n An he\u2019s on to the Seven Foresters,\n As fast as he can flee.\n\n 10\n \u2018As I cam in by yonder haugh,\n An in among the scroggs,\n The bonniest boy that ere I saw\n Lay sleepin atween his dogs.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 11\n The firsten shot that Johnnie shot,\n He shot them a\u2019 but ane,\n An he flang him owre a milk-white steed,\n Bade him bear tidings hame.\n\n\n H\n\n Buchan\u2019s MSS, I, 82; Dixon, Scottish Traditional Versions of Ancient\n Ballads, p. 77, Percy Society, vol. xvii.\n\n 1\n Johnnie raise up in a May morning,\n Calld for water to wash his hands,\n And he\u2019s commant his bluidy dogs\n To be loosd frae their iron bands. bands\n To be loosd frae their iron bands\n\n 2\n \u2018Win up, win up, my bluidy dogs,\n Win up, and be unbound,\n And we will on to Bride\u2019s Braidmuir,\n And ding the dun deer down.\u2019\n\n 3\n When his mother got word o that,\n Then she took bed and lay;\n Says, Johnnie, my son, for my blessing,\n Ye\u2019ll stay at hame this day.\n\n 4\n There\u2019s baken bread and brown ale\n Shall be at your command;\n Ye\u2019ll win your mither\u2019s blythe blessing,\n To the Bride\u2019s Braidmuir nae gang.\n\n 5\n Mony are my friends, mither,\n Though thousands were my foe;\n Betide me life, betide me death,\n To the Bride\u2019s Braidmuir I\u2019ll go.\n\n 6\n The sark that was on Johnnie\u2019s back\n Was o the cambric fine;\n The belt that was around his middle\n Wi pearlins it did shine.\n\n 7\n The coat that was upon his back\n Was o the linsey brown;\n And he\u2019s awa to the Bride\u2019s Braidmuir,\n To ding the dun deer down.\n\n 8\n Johnnie lookd east, Johnnie lookd west,\n And turnd him round and round,\n And there he saw the king\u2019s dun deer,\n Was cowing the bush o brune.\n\n 9\n Johnnie shot, and the dun deer lap,\n He wounded her in the side;\n Between him and yon burnie-bank,\n Johnnie he laid her pride.\n\n 10\n He ate sae muckle o the venison,\n He drank sae muckle bleed,\n Till he lay down between his hounds,\n And slept as he\u2019d been dead.\n\n 11\n But by there came a stane-auld man,\n An ill death mat he dee!\n For he is on to the Seven Foresters,\n As fast as gang could he.\n\n 12\n \u2018What news, what news, ye stane-auld man?\n What news hae ye brought you wi?\u2019\n \u2018Nae news, nae news, ye seven foresters,\n But what your eyes will see.\n\n 13\n \u2018As I gaed i yon rough thick hedge,\n Amang yon bramly scroggs,\n The fairest youth that eer I saw\n Lay sleeping between his dogs.\n\n 14\n \u2018The sark that was upon his back\n Was o the cambric fine;\n The belt that was around his middle\n Wi pearlins it did shine.\u2019\n\n 15\n Then out it speaks the first forester:\n Whether this be true or no,\n O if it\u2019s Johnnie o Cocklesmuir,\n Nae forder need we go.\n\n 16\n Out it spake the second forester,\n A fierce fellow was he:\n Betide me life, betide me death,\n This youth we\u2019ll go and see.\n\n 17\n As they gaed in yon rough thick hedge,\n And down yon forest gay,\n They came to that very same place\n Where John o Cockis he lay.\n\n 18\n The first an shot they shot at him,\n They wounded him in the thigh;\n Out spake the first forester\u2019s son:\n By the next shot he maun die.\n\n 19\n \u2018O stand ye true, my trusty bow,\n And stout steel never fail!\n Avenge me now on all my foes,\n Who have my life i bail.\u2019\n\n 20\n Then Johnnie killd six foresters,\n And wounded the seventh sair;\n Then drew a stroke at the stane-auld man,\n That words he neer spake mair.\n\n 21\n His mother\u2019s parrot in window sat,\n She whistled and she sang,\n And aye the owerturn o the note,\n \u2018Young Johnnie\u2019s biding lang.\u2019\n\n 22\n When this reached the king\u2019s own ears,\n It grievd him wondrous sair;\n Says, I\u2019d rather they\u2019d hurt my subjects all\n Than Johnnie o Cocklesmuir.\n\n 23\n \u2018But where are all my wall-wight men,\n That I pay meat and fee,\n Will gang the morn to Johnnie\u2019s castle,\n See how the cause may be.\u2019\n\n 24\n Then he\u2019s calld Johnnie up to court,\n Treated him handsomelie,\n And now to hunt in the Bride\u2019s Braidmuir,\n For life has license free.\n\n\n I\n\n Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. 23.\n\n 1\n Johnie rose up in a May morning,\n Called for water to wash his hands, hands\n And he is awa to Braidisbanks,\n To ding the dun deer down. down\n To ding the dun deer down\n\n 2\n Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,\n And it\u2019s lang before the sun,\n And there he did spy the dun deer lie,\n Beneath a bush of brume.\n\n 3\n Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap,\n And he\u2019s woundit her in the side;\n Out then spake his sister\u2019s son,\n \u2018And the neist will lay her pride.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 4\n They\u2019ve eaten sae meikle o the gude venison,\n And they\u2019ve drunken sae muckle o the blude,\n That they\u2019ve fallen into as sound a sleep\n As gif that they were dead.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 5\n \u2018It\u2019s doun, and it\u2019s doun, and it\u2019s doun, doun,\n And it\u2019s doun amang the scrogs,\n And there ye\u2019ll espy twa bonnie boys lie,\n Asleep amang their dogs.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 6\n They waukened Johnie out o his sleep,\n And he\u2019s drawn to him his coat:\n \u2018My fingers five, save me alive,\n And a stout heart fail me not!\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n\n J\n\n Chambers\u2019s Scottish Ballads, p. 181, stanzas 13, 16, 17, 21, 22, 23,\n 26: from the recitation of a lady resident at Peebles.\n\n 1\n His coat was o the scarlet red,\n His vest was o the same;\n His stockings were o the worset lace,\n And buckles tied to the same.\n\n 2\n Out then spoke one, out then spoke two,\n Out then spoke two or three;\n Out spoke the master forester,\n \u2018It\u2019s Johnie o Braidislee.\n\n 3\n \u2018If this be true, thou silly auld man,\n Which you tell unto me,\n Five hundred pounds of yearly rent\n It shall not pay your fee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 4\n \u2018O wae be to you seven foresters!\n I wonder ye dinna think shame,\n You being seven sturdy men,\n And I but a man my lane.\n\n 5\n \u2018Now fail me not, my ten fingers,\n That are both long and small!\n Now fail me not, my noble heart!\n For in thee I trust for all.\n\n 6\n \u2018Now fail me not, my good bend bow,\n That was in London coft!\n Now fail me not, my golden string,\n Which my true lover wrocht!\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 7\n He has tossed him up, he has tossed him doun,\n He has broken his collar-bone;\n He has tied him to his bridle reins,\n Bade him carry the tidings home.\n\n\n K\n\n Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, I, xxxi.\n\n \u2018There\u2019s no a bird in a\u2019 this foreste\n Will do as meikle for me\n As dip its wing in the wan water\n An straik it on my ee-bree.\u2019\n\n\n L\n\n Harris MS., fol. 25 b.\n\n But aye at ilka ae mile\u2019s end\n She fand a cat o clay,\n An written upon the back o it\n \u2018Tak your son Johnnie Brod away.\u2019\n\n\n M\n\n Froude\u2019s Life of Carlyle, 1795\u20131875, II, 335, New York, 1882,\n completed by a communication of Mr Macmath: as sung by Carlyle\u2019s\n mother.\n\n \u2018O Busk ye, O busk ye, my three bluidy hounds,\n O busk ye, and go with me,\n For there\u2019s seven foresters in yon forest,\n And them I want to see.\u2019 see\n And them I want to see\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n \u2018The Seven Forsters at Pickeram Side\u2019 _is a title supplied by\n Percy_.\n\n 6^2. I wun _is added by Percy, at the end_.\n\n 7^3, 17^3. one water.\n\n 15^1. Oh.\n\n 19^4. bord words, or bood words.\n\n#B# _follows_ #C# _in Fry without a break. Words distinguished by \u2019 \u2019\n in_ #B#, #C# _are emendations or additions of Fry. 4, 5 come\n between 12 and 13_.\n\n 1^1. braid alow.\n\n 10^1. the word.\n\n 10^5. would have.\n\n 11^2. hearted.\n\n 13^3. bows.\n\n 4^3. Out-shot.\n\n#D.#\n\n \u201cThere is a West-Country version of this ballad, under the title\n of Johnie of Cockerslee, differing very little from the present.\n The variations in the reading I have marked at their respective\n places.\u201d _Kinloch. Assuming that Kinloch has given all the\n variations (which include six entire stanzas), the West-Country\n version is reproduced by combining these readings with so much\n of the other copy, Kinloch\u2019s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 38, as\n did not vary._\n\n 15^3. _Kinloch neglected to alter_ Cocklesmuir here.\n\n#E.#\n\n 6^3. lying _is struck through, probably to improve the metre.\n Kinloch made two slight changes in printing_.\n\n#H.#\n\n 5^1. Mony ane. (?)\n\n 9^1. Johnnie lap: _probably an error of the copyist_.\n\n 9^2, 18^2. wound: _cf._ 20^2.\n\n 21^4. bidding.\n\n _Dixon has changed_ stane-auld _to_ silly-auld _in 11^1, 12^1,\n 20^3;_ Cockis _to_ Cockl\u2019s _in 17^4; and has Scotticised the\n spelling_.\n\n#I.#\n\n _Motherwell notes a stanza as wanting after 3, some stanzas as\n wanting after 4, 5._\n\n#J.#\n\n \u201cThe version of the ballad here given is partly copied from those\n printed in the Border Minstrelsy and in the publications of\n Messrs Kinloch and Motherwell, and is partly taken from the\n recitation of a lady resident at Peebles and from a manuscript\n copy submitted to me by Mr Kinloch. The twelfth, thirteenth,\n fourteenth, sixteenth, seventeenth, twenty-first, twenty-second,\n twenty-third, twenty-sixth, and twenty-seventh stanzas are here\n printed for the first time.\u201d _Chambers. The 14th stanza had been\n printed by Scott, #F# 12; the 23d, repeated here (6), by\n Pinkerton; the 27th is #D# 20. The first half of the 12th is #D#\n 13^{1,2}, and the remainder Chambers\u2019s own: compare his 11 and\n #F# 11, from which it seems to have been made._\n\n#L.#\n\n \u201cI have heard another version, where Johnnie is slain and thrown\n \u2018owre a milk-white steed.\u2019 News is sent to Johnnie\u2019s mother, who\n flies to her son; But aye at ilka ae mile\u2019s end, etc.\u201d\n\n#M.#\n\n \u201cWhile she [Carlyle\u2019s mother] was at Craigenputtock, I made her\n train me to two song-tunes; and we often sang them together, and\n tried them often again in coming down into Annandale.\u201d _The last\n half of the stanza is cited. Letter of T. Carlyle, May 18, 1834,\n in Froude\u2019s Life, 1795\u20131835_, II, _335_.\n\n \u201cMrs Aitken, sister of T. Carlyle, sent me [January 15, 1884] the\n first two lines to complete the stanza of this Johny Cock, but\n can call up no more of the ballad.\u201d _Letter of Mr Macmath._\n\n\n\n\n 115\n\n ROBYN AND GANDELEYN\n\n Sloane MS., 2593, fol. 14 b, British Museum.\n\n\nPrinted by Ritson, Ancient Songs, 1790, p. 48, and by Thomas Wright,\nSongs and Carols (selected from the Sloane MS.), No X, London, 1836, and\nagain in his edition of the whole MS. for the Warton Club, 1856, p. 42.\nThe manuscript is put at about 1450.\n\nWright remarks on the similarity of the name Gandelyn to Gamelyn in the\ntale assigned to the Cook in some manuscripts of the Canterbury Tales,\nand on the resemblance of the tale of Gamelyn to Robin Hood story. But\nhe could hardly have wished to give the impression that Robin in this\nballad is Robin Hood. This he no more is than John in the ballad which\nprecedes is Little John; though Gandelyn is as true to his master as\nLittle John is, and is pronounced to be by the king, in \u2018Robin Hood and\nthe Monk.\u2019 Ritson gave the ballad the title of \u2018Robin Lyth,\u2019 looking on\nthe \u2018lyth\u2019 of the burden as the hero\u2019s surname; derived perhaps from the\nvillage of Lythe, two or three miles to the north of Whitby. A cave on\nthe north side of the promontory of Flamborough, called Robin Lyth\u2019s\nHole (popularly regarded as the stronghold of a pirate), may have been,\nRitson thinks, one of the skulking-places of the Robin who fell by the\nshaft of Wrennok. \u201cRobin Hood,\u201d he adds, \u201chad several such in those and\nother parts; and, indeed, it is not very improbable that our hero had\nbeen formerly in the suite of that gallant robber, and, on his master\u2019s\ndeath, had set up for himself.\u201d Thought is free.\n\n\nTranslated by Grundtvig, Engelske og skotske Folkeviser, page 44, No. 6.\n\n\n 1\n I herde a carpyng of a clerk,\n Al at \u021done wod_es_ ende,\n Of gode Robyn and Gandeleyn;\n Was \u00fe_er_ no_n_ o\u00fe_er_ \u00feynge.\n Robyn_n_ lyth in grene wode bowndy_n_\n\n 2\n Stronge theuys wern \u00feo chylderi_n_ no_n_,\n But bowme_n_ gode and hende;\n He wenty_n_ to wode to gety_n_ he_m_ fleych,\n If God wold it he_m_ sende.\n\n 3\n Al day we_n_ty_n_ \u00feo chylderi_n_ too,\n And fleych fowndy_n_ he no_n_,\n Til it wer_e_ a-geyn euy_n_;\n \u00dee chylderi_n_ wold go_n_ hom.\n\n 4\n Half a_n_ honderid of fat falyf der\n He comy_n_ a-\u021don,\n And alle he wern fayr and fat i-now,\n But markyd was \u00fe_er_ no_n_:\n \u2018Be der_e_ God,\u2019 seyde gode Robyn,\n \u2018Here of we xul haue on.\u2019\n\n 5\n Roby_n_ bent his joly bowe,\n \u00de_er_ in he set a flo;\n \u00dee fattest der of alle\n \u00dee herte he clef a to.\n\n 6\n He hadde not \u00fee der i-flawe,\n Ne half out of \u00fee hyde,\n Th_ere_ cam a schrewde arwe out of \u00fee west,\n \u00de_a_t felde Robert_es_ pryde.\n\n 7\n Gandeleyn lokyd hy_m_ est and west,\n Be eu_er_y syde:\n \u2018Hoo hat my_n_ mayst_er_ slayin?\n Ho hat do_n_ \u00feis dede?\n Xal I neu_er_ out of grene wode go\n Til I se [his] sydis blede.\u2019\n\n 8\n Gandeleyn lokyd hy_m_ est and lokyd west,\n And sowt vnd_er_ \u00fee sun_n_e;\n He saw a lytil boy\n He clepy_n_ Wrennok of Donne.\n\n 9\n A good bowe in his hond,\n A brod arwe \u00fe_er_ ine,\n And fowr_e_ and twenti goode arwys,\n Trusyd in a \u00ferumme:\n \u2018Be war \u00fee, war \u00fee, Gandeleyn,\n Her-of \u00feu xalt ha_n_ sum_m_e.\n\n 10\n \u2018Be war \u00fee, war \u00fee, Ga_n_deleyn,\n Her of \u00feu gyst plente:\u2019\n \u2018Eu_er_ on for a_n_ o\u00fe_er_,\u2019 seyde Gandeleyn;\n \u2018Mysau_n_t_er_ haue he xal fle.\n\n 11\n \u2018Qwer-at xal o_ur_ marke be?\u2019\n Seyde Gandeleyn:\n \u2018Eu_er_yche at o\u00fe_er_is herte,\u2019\n Seyde Wrennok ageyn.\n\n 12\n \u2018Ho xal \u021deue \u00fee ferste schote?\u2019\n Seyde Ga_n_deleyn:\n \u2018And I xul \u021deue \u00fee on be-forn,\u2019\n Seyde Wrennok ageyn.\n\n 13\n Wrennok schette a ful good schote,\n And he schet not to hye;\n \u00derow \u00fee sa_n_cho\u00feis of his bryk;\n It towchyd ney\u00fe_er_ thye.\n\n 14\n \u2018Now hast \u00feu \u021douy_n_ me on be-forn,\u2019\n Al \u00feus to Wrennok seyde he,\n \u2018And \u00ferow \u00fee my\u021dt of o_ur_ lady\n A better_e_ I xal \u021deue \u00fee.\u2019\n\n 15\n Gandeleyn bent his goode bowe,\n And set \u00fe_er_ in a flo;\n He schet \u00ferow his grene certyl,\n His h_er_te he clef on too.\n\n 16\n \u2018Now xalt \u00feu neu_er_ \u021delpe, Wrennok,\n At ale ne at wyn,\n \u00de_a_t \u00feu hast slawe goode Roby_n_,\n And his knaue Gandeleyn.\n\n 17\n \u2018Now xalt \u00feu neu_er_ \u021delpe, Wrennok,\n At wyn ne at ale,\n \u00de_a_t \u00feu hast slawe goode Roby_n_,\n And Ga_n_deley_n_ his knaue.\u2019\n\n Roby_n_ ly\u021dth in grene wode bowndy_n_\n\n * * * * *\n\n _Written continuously, without division of stanzas or verses. The\n burden, put after 1, stands at the head of the ballad._\n\n And _for_ & _always_.\n\n 1^4. gynge.\n\n 4^3. I now.\n\n 4^5. Robyn _wanting_.\n\n 5^1. went.\n\n 7^6. Ti I.\n\n 9^3. & xx.\n\n 10^2. hir.\n\n 12^3. \u021dewe.\n\n 12^4. seyd.\n\n 14^3. \u00fe^u my\u021dt.\n\n 17^4. Ga_n_delyyn: knawe.\n\n _Last line_: bowdy_n_.\n\n\n\n\n 116\n\n ADAM BELL, CLIM OF THE CLOUGH, AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY\n\n #a.# Two fragments, stanzas 113^4\u2013128^2, 161^2\u2013170, of an edition by\n John Byddell, London, 1536: Library of the University of\n Cambridge.[4]\n\n #b.# A fragment, stanzas 53^3\u2013111^3, by a printer not identified:\n formerly in the possession of J. Payne Collier.[5]\n\n #c.# \u2018Adambel, Clym of the cloughe, and Wyllyam of cloudesle,\u2019 William\n Copeland, London [1548\u201368]: British Museum, C. 21, c. 64.[6]\n\n #d.# \u2018Adam Bell, Clim of the Clough, and William of Cloudesle,\u2019 James\n Roberts, London, 1605: Bodleian Library, C. 39, Art. Selden.\n\n #e.# Another edition with the same title-page: Bodleian Library,\n Malone, 299.\n\n #f.# \u2018Adam Bell, Clime of the Cloug[he], and William off Cloudeslee,\u2019\n Percy MS., p. 390: British Museum. Hales and Furnivall, III, 76.\n\n\n\u2018Adam Bell\u2019 is licensed to John Kynge in the Stationers\u2019 Registers, 19\nJuly, 1557\u20139 July, 1558: Arber, I, 79. Again, among copies which were\nSampson Awdeley\u2019s, to John Charlewood, 15 January, 1582; and, among\ncopies which were John Charlwoode\u2019s, to James Robertes, 31 May, 1594:\nArber, II, 405, 651. Seven reprints of the seventeenth century, later\nthan #d#, are noted in Mr W. C. Hazlitt\u2019s Handbook, p. 35.\n\nThe larger part of #a# has been reprinted by Mr F. S. Ellis, in his\ncatalogue of the library of Mr Henry Huth, I, 128 f, 1880.[7] #b# was\nused by Mr W. C. Hazlitt for his edition of the ballad in Remains of the\nEarly Popular Poetry of England, II, 131.[8] #c# was reprinted by Percy\nin his Reliques, 1765, I, 129, with corrections from #f#; and by Ritson,\nPieces of Ancient Popular Poetry, 1791, p. 5, with the necessary\nemendations of Copland\u2019s somewhat faulty text. #d# is followed by a\nSecond Part, described by Ritson, in temperate terms, as \u201ca very\ninferior and servile production.\u201d It is here given (with much\nreluctance) in an Appendix.\n\nAdam Bell, Clim of the Clough, and William of Cloudesly, outlawed for\nbreach of the game-laws, swear brotherhood, and betake themselves to\nInglewood, a forest adjacent to Carlisle. William is a wedded man, and\none day tells his brethren that he means to go to Carlisle to see his\nwife and children. Adam would not advise this, lest he should be taken\nby the justice. William goes to Carlisle, nevertheless, knocks at his\nwindow, and is admitted by Alice, his wife, who tells him with a sigh\nthat the place has been beset for him a half year and more. While they\nmake good cheer, an old woman, whom William had kept seven years for\ncharity, slips out, and informs the justice that William is come to\ntown.[9] The justice and the sheriff come presently with a great rout to\ntake William. Man and wife defend the house till it is set on fire.\nWilliam lets his wife and children down with sheets, and shoots on till\nhis bowstring is burnt, then runs into the thick of his foes with sword\nand buckler, but is felled by doors and windows thrown on him, and so\ntaken. The sheriff orders the gates of Carlisle to be shut close, and\nsets up a gallows to hang William. A boy, friendly to the family, gets\nout at a crevice in the wall, and carries word to Adam and Clim, who\ninstantly set out for the rescue.\n\nAdam and Clim find the gates shut so fast that there is no chance of\ngetting in without a stratagem. Adam has a fair written letter in his\npocket: they will make the porter think that they have the king\u2019s seal.\nThey beat on the gate till the porter comes, and demand to be let in as\nmessengers from the king to the justice. The porter demurs, but they\nbrowbeat him with the king\u2019s seal; he opens the gate; they wring his\nneck and take his keys. First bending their bows and looking to the\nstrings, they make for the market-place, where they find Cloudesly lying\nin a cart, on the point to be hanged. William sees them, and takes hope.\nAdam makes the sheriff his mark, Clim the justice; both fall, deadly\nwounded; the citizens fly; the outlaws loose Cloudesly\u2019s ropes. William\nwrings an axe from the hand of an officer, and smites on every side;\nAdam and Clim shoot till their arrows are gone, then draw their swords.\nHorns are blown, and the bells rung backwards; the mayor of Carlisle\ncomes with a large force, and the fight is hotter than ever. But all for\nnaught, for the outlaws get to the gates, and are soon in Inglewood,\nunder their trysty-tree.\n\nAlice had come to Inglewood to make known to Adam and Clim what had\nbefallen her husband, but naturally had not found them, since they were\nalready gone to William\u2019s rescue. A woman is heard weeping, and\nCloudesly, taking a turn to see what this may mean, comes upon his wife\nand three boys. Very sad she is, but the sight of her husband makes all\nwell. Three harts are killed for supper, and William gives Alice the\nbest for standing so boldly by him. The outlaws determine to go to the\nking to get a charter of peace. William takes his eldest son with him,\nleaving Alice and the two younger at a nunnery. The three brethren make\ntheir way to the king\u2019s presence, without leave of porter or\nannouncement by usher, kneel down and hold up their hands, and ask grace\nfor having slain the king\u2019s deer. The king inquires their names, and\nwhen he hears who they are says they shall all be hanged, and orders\nthem into arrest. Adam Bell once more asks grace, since they have come\nto the king of their free will, or else that they may go, with such\nweapons as they have, when they will ask no grace in a hundred years.\nThe king replies again that all three shall be hanged. Hereupon the\nqueen reminds the king that when she was wedded he had promised to grant\nthe first boon she should ask; she had hitherto asked nothing, but now\nbegs the three yeomen\u2019s lives. The king must needs consent.\n\nImmediately thereafter comes information that the outlaws had slain the\njustice and the sheriff, the mayor of Carlisle, all the constables and\ncatchpolls, the sergeants of the law, forty foresters, and many more.\nThis makes the king so sad that he can eat no more; but he wishes to see\nthese fellows shoot that have wrought all this woe. The king\u2019s archers\nand the queen\u2019s go to the butts with the three yeomen, and the outlaws\nhit everything that is set up. Cloudesly holds the butts too wide for a\ngood archer, and the three set up two hazel rods, twenty score paces\napart; he is a good archer, says Cloudesly, that cleaves one of these.\nThe king says no man can do it; but Cloudesly cleaves the wand. The king\ndeclares him the best archer he ever saw. William says he will do a\ngreater mastery: he will lay an apple on his son\u2019s head (a boy of\nseven), and split it in two at six score paces. The king bids him make\nhaste so to do: if he fail, he shall be hanged; and if he touch the boy,\nthe outlaws shall be hanged, all three. Cloudesly ties the child to a\nstake, turning its face from him, sets an apple on its head, and,\nbegging the people to remain quiet, cleaves the apple in two. The king\ngives Cloudesly eighteen pence a day as his bowman, and makes him chief\nrider over the North Country. The queen adds twelve pence, makes him a\ngentleman of cloth and fee and his two brothers yeomen of her chamber,\ngives the boy a place in her wine-cellar, and appoints Alice her chief\ngentlewoman and governess of her nursery. The yeomen express their\nthanks, go to Rome [to some bishop, in the later copy] to be absolved of\ntheir sins, live the rest of their lives with the king, and die good\nmen, all three.\n\nThe rescue of Robin Hood by Little John and Much in No 117, sts 61\u201382,\nhas a general resemblance to the rescue of Cloudesly by Adam and Clim in\nthis ballad, st. 52 ff. The rescue of Will Stutly has also some slight\nsimilarity: cf. No 141, sts 26\u201333, and 70, 79\u201381, of \u2018Adam Bell.\u2019\n\nThe shooting of an apple from a boy\u2019s head, sts 151\u201362, is, as is well\nknown, a trait in several German and Norse traditions, and these\nparticular feats, as well as everything resembling them, have been a\nsubject of eager discussion in connection with the apocryphal history of\nWilliam Tell.\n\nThe Icelandic saga of Dietrich of Bern, compiled, according to the\nprologue, from Low German tales and ballads, narrates that young Egil, a\nbrother of Weland the Smith, came to Nidung\u2019s court with the fame of\nbeing the best bowman in the world. Nidung, to prove his skill, required\nEgil [on pain of death] to shoot an apple from the head of his son, a\nchild of three years, only one trial being permitted. Egil split the\napple in the middle. Though allowed but one chance, Egil had provided\nhimself with three arrows. When asked why, he answered the king that the\ntwo others were meant for him, if he had hit the boy with the first.\nSaga \u00d0i\u00f0riks Konungs af Bern, ed. Unger, c. 75, p. 90 f; Peringski\u00f6ld,\nWilkina Saga, c. 27, p. 63 f; Raszmann, Die Deutsche Heldensage, II, 247\nf; the Swedish rifacimento, Sagan om Didrik af Bern, ed.\nHylt\u00e9n-Cavallius, c. 73, p. 54. The Icelandic saga was composed about\n1250.\n\nSaxo, writing about 1200, relates nearly the same incidents of Toko, a\nman in the service of King Harold Bluetooth (\u2020 c. 985). Toko, while\ndrinking with comrades, had bragged that he was good enough bowman to\nhit the smallest apple on top of a stick at the first shot. This boast\nwas carried to the king, who exacted a fulfilment of it on pain of\ndeath; but the apple was to be set on the head of Toko\u2019s son. The father\nexhorted the boy to stand perfectly still, and, to make this easier,\nturned the child\u2019s face from the direction of the shot; then, laying out\nthree arrows from his quiver, executed the required feat. When the king\nasked why he had taken three arrows, Toko replied, To wreak the miss of\nthe first with the points of the others. Saxo Grammaticus, Gesta\nDanorum, Book x, ed. Holder, p. 329 f.\n\nThe White Book of Obwalden, written about 1470, informs us that Tell, a\ngood archer, having refused to bow to Gesler\u2019s hat, was ordered by the\nlandvogt to shoot an apple from the head of one of his children. Unable\nto resist, Tell laid-by a second arrow, shot the apple from the child\u2019s\nhead, and being asked why he had reserved the other arrow, replied that\nif the first had missed he would have shot Gesler or one of his men with\nthe second.[10]\n\nThis story is introduced into a piece of verse on the origin of the\nSwiss confederacy, of nearly the same date as the prose document. In\nthis the landvogt says to Tell that if he does not hit with the first\nshot, it will cost him his life; the distance is one hundred and twenty\npaces, as in the English ballad, and Tell says simply that he would have\nshot the landvogt if he had hit his son.[11] (Tell uses a cross-bow, not\nthe long-bow, as the English.)\n\nHenning Wulf, a considerable person in Holstein, who had headed an\nunsuccessful outbreak against Christian the First of Denmark, was\ncaptured and brought before the king. The king, knowing Henning to be an\nincomparable archer, ordered him to shoot an apple from the head of his\nonly son, a child: if he succeeded, he was to go free. The exploit was\nhappily accomplished. But Henning had put a second arrow into his mouth,\nand the king asked the object. The second arrow was for the king, had\nthe boy been hit. Henning Wulf was outlawed. The story, which is put at\n1472, is the subject of a painting preserved in a church.[12]\n\nThe Norwegian king, Haraldr Har\u00f0r\u00e1\u00f0r (\u2020 1066), who has a grudge against\nHemingr, son of \u00c1sl\u00e1kr, undertakes to put him to proof in shooting,\nswimming, and snow-shoe sliding. They go to a wood, and both execute\nextraordinary feats with bow and lance; but Hemingr is much superior to\nthe king. The king orders Hemingr to shoot a nut from his brother\nBj\u00f6rn\u2019s head, on pain of death for missing. Hemingr would rather die\nthan venture such a shot; but his brother offers himself freely, and\nundertakes to stand still. Then let the king stand by Bj\u00f6rn, says\nHemingr, and see whether I hit. But the king prefers to stand by\nHemingr, and appoints somebody else to the other position. Hemingr\ncrosses himself, calls God to witness that the king is responsible,\nthrows his lance, and strikes the nut from his brother\u2019s head, doing him\nno harm. Hemings \u00d0\u00e1ttr, Flateyjarb\u00f3k, III, 405 f (1370\u201380); M\u00fcller,\nSagabibliothek, III, 356 ff. This story was probably derived from an old\nsong, and is preserved in Norwegian and F\u00e4r\u00f6e ballads: \u2018Harald kongin og\nHemingen unge,\u2019 Landstad, Norske Folkeviser, No 15, #A#, #B#, pp.\n177\u2013188; \u2018Geyti \u00c1slaksson,\u2019 Hammershaimb, F\u00e6r\u00f6iske Kv\u00e6der, No 17, #A-C#,\nII, 149\u2013163. In Norwegian #A#, 5\u201310, the shot is exacted under pain of\nimprisonment. Hemingen insists that the king shall take a place near his\nbrother [son], whom he exhorts to stand erect and bold; one half of the\nnut falls, the other is left on the head; the king asks what was to have\nbeen done with a second arrow which Hemingen had secreted, and is\nanswered as in the previous cases.[13] The first and last of these\nincidents are wanting in #B# (19\u201322). In the F\u00e4r\u00f6e ballad, #A#, 53\u201362,\nthe king tells Geyti (whom he also calls Hemingur) that he must shoot a\nnut from his brother\u2019s head. Geyti asks the king to go to the wood with\nhim to see the result, invokes God and St Olav, hits the nut without\ntouching his brother. It is not till the next day that the king asks\nGeyti why he had _two_ arrows with him in the wood.\n\nThe same story, pleasingly varied for the occasion, is found in the saga\nof the Norwegian king \u00d3lafr Tryggvason (\u2020 1000). The king hears that\nEindri\u00f0i, a handsome, rich, and amiable young man, is unconverted.\nEindri\u00f0i is a good swimmer, bowman, and dirk-thrower. \u00d3lafr, a\nproficient in all such exercises, proposes to try masteries with him in\nthe feats which he has repute for, on the terms that if Eindri\u00f0i is\nbeaten he shall be baptized, but if victor shall hold such faith as he\nwill. The first trial is in swimming, and in this \u00d3lafr shows\nunequivocal superiority. The next day they shoot at a target, and the\nadvantage, after two essays, is rather with Eindri\u00f0i. The king\ncompliments Eindri\u00f0i; but the issue between them is not yet decided.\nThis fine young fellow\u2019s salvation is at stake, and expedients which one\nmight otherwise scruple at are justifiable. \u00d3lafr knows that Eindri\u00f0i\ntenderly loves a pretty child, four or five years old, his sister\u2019s son.\nThis boy shall be our target, says the king. A chessman (the king-piece)\non his head shall be the mark, to be shot off without hurting the boy.\nEindri\u00f0i must needs submit, but means to have revenge if the child comes\nto harm. The king orders a cloth to be passed round the boy\u2019s head, each\nend of which is to be held firmly by a man, so as to prevent any\nstirring when the whiz of the arrow is heard. \u00d3lafr signs both himself\nand the point of his arrow with the cross, and shoots; the arrow takes\noff the chessman, passing between it and the head, grazing the crown and\ndrawing some little blood. The king bids Eindri\u00f0i take his turn; but\nEindri\u00f0i\u2019s mother and sister beg him with tears to desist, and he,\nthough ready to take the risk, yields to their entreaties, and leaves\nthe victory with \u00d3lafr. On the third day there is a match at a game with\ndirks. For a time no one can say which does the better; but in the end\n\u00d3lafr performs feats so marvellous as in Eindri\u00f0i\u2019s conviction to\ndemonstrate the assistance of a deity: wherefore he consents to be\nbaptized. Saga \u00d3lafs Tryggvasonar, Fornmanna S\u00f6gur, II, 259\u201374, c. 235;\nFlateyjarb\u00f3k, I, 456\u201364, cc. 359\u201364.\n\nPunker, a warlock of Rorbach (a town not far from Heidelberg), had\nobtained from the devil, as the regular recompense for his having thrice\npierced the crucifix, the power of making three unerring shots daily,\nand had so been able to pick off in detail all but one of the garrison\nof a besieged town. To put his skill to proof, a certain nobleman\nordered him to shoot a piece of money from his own son\u2019s head. Punker\nwished to be excused, for he feared that the devil might play him false;\nbut being induced to make the trial, knocked the coin from the boy\u2019s\ncap, doing him no damage. Before shooting, he had stuck another arrow\ninto his collar, and asked why, replied that if the devil had betrayed\nhim, and he had killed the child, he would have sent the other bolt\nthrough the body of the person who had obliged him to undertake the\nperformance. Malleus Maleficarum, Pars II, Qu\u00e6stio I, c. xvi.[14] The\ndate of the transaction is put at about 1420.\n\nThe last three forms of this tradition have the unimportant variations\nof brother and brother, or uncle and nephew, for father and son, and of\nnut, chessman, or coin for apple.\n\nThe story is German-Scandinavian, and not remarkably extended.[15] The\nseven versions agree in two points: the shot is compulsory; the archer\nmeditates revenge in case he harms the person on whose head the mark is\nplaced.[16] These features are wanting in the English ballad. William of\nCloudesly offers of his own free motion to shoot an apple from his son\u2019s\nhead, and this after the king had declared him the best archer he had\never seen, for splitting a hazel-rod at twenty score paces; so that the\nact was done purely for glory. To be sure, the king threatens him with\ndeath if he does not achieve what he has undertaken, as death is also\nthreatened in four of the seven German-Scandinavian stories for refusal\nto try the shot or for missing; but the threats in sts 154 f of the\nEnglish ballad are a revival of the vow in sts 119 f. Justice has been\nbalked by the unconditional boon granted the queen; aggravating and\nexasperating circumstances have come to light since this unadvised grace\nwas conceded, and a hope is presented for a pretext under which the king\nmay still hang the outlaws, all three. The shooting of the apple from\nthe boy\u2019s head, isolated from any particular connection, is perhaps all\nof the German-Scandinavian story that was known to the English\nballad-maker, and all minor resemblances may well be fortuitous.[17]\n\nIf the shooting of an apple by somebody from somebody\u2019s head is to be\nregarded as the kernel of the story, its area may then be considerably\nextended.\n\nCastr\u00e9n heard the following story among the Finns in Russian Karelia.\nRobbers had carried a man off over a lake. The son of the captive, a boy\nof twelve, followed along the other side of the lake, threatening to\nshoot them if they did not let his father go. These threats, for a time,\nonly procured worse treatment for the prisoner; but at last the boy was\ntold that his father should be released if he could shoot an arrow\nacross the water and split an apple laid on his father\u2019s head. This the\nboy did, and his father was liberated. Castr\u00e9n\u2019s Reiseerinnerungen aus\nden Jahren 1838\u201344, ed. Schiefner, p. 89 f.\n\nA Persian poet introduces into a work composed about 1175 this\nanecdote.[18] A distinguished king was very fond of a beautiful slave,\nso much so that he was never easy unless he was in some way engaged with\nhim. When the king amused himself with shooting, this slave would\ntremble with fear, for the king would make his mark of an apple placed\non his favorite\u2019s head, split the apple, and in so doing make the slave\nsick with alarm.\n\nJ. Grimm had seen a manuscript of travels in Turkey, in the Cassel\nlibrary, with a picture of an archer aiming at an apple on a child\u2019s\nhead. Deutsche Mythologie, I, 317, note, ed. 1875.\n\nWith regard to the Persian story, Benfey observes that it must be\nadmitted as possible that the shooting of an apple from the head of a\nbeloved person may have been pitched upon in various localities,\nindependently, as the mark of supreme skill in archery, but that this is\nnot likely, and that the history of tradition requires us rather to\npresume that the conception was original in one instance only, and\nborrowed in the remainder; in which case the borrowing would be by the\nWest from the East, and not the other way. We can come to no decision,\nhowever, he adds, until the source of the Persian story, or some older\nform of it, shall have been discovered. (G\u00f6ttinger Gelehrte Anzeigen,\n1861, p. 680.) The cautiousness of the imperial scholar is worthy of all\nimitation. The Persian saga, as it is sometimes called, is, in the\nperhaps mutilated form in which we have it, an inconsistent and inept\nanecdote; the German-Scandinavian saga is a complete and rational story.\nIn this story it is fundamental that the archer executes a successful\nshot under circumstances highly agitating to the nerves; he risks the\nlife of a beloved object, and in the majority of versions his own life\nis at stake besides. That the act must be done under compulsion is the\nsimplest corollary. If the archer is cool enough to volunteer the shot,\nthen the chief difficulty in making it is removed. This is a fault in\nthe English ballad, where the father is unconcerned, and all the feeling\nis shown by the spectators. Cloudesly had already split a hazel-rod at\ntwenty score paces; what was it for him to hit an apple at six\nscore?[19]\n\nBut we are still far from covering the range of stories which have been\ntreated as having some significant relation to that of Egil. Any shot at\nan apple, any shot at an object on a child\u2019s person (provided the case\nbe not a fact and recent), has been thought worth quoting, as a probable\nsprout from the same root. For examples: In an Esthonian popular tale,\none Sharpeye hits an apple which a man a long way off is holding by his\nmouth. In a Servian poem, the hero, Milosch, sends an arrow through a\nring, and hits a golden apple on the point of a lance. Bellerophon\u2019s\nsons, Hippolochus and Isandrus, disputing which should be king of the\nLycians, it was proposed that the question should be settled by seeing\nwhich could shoot through a ring placed on the breast of a child lying\non his back. Laodamia, sister of the competitors, offered her son\nSarpedon for the trial, and the uncles, to show their appreciation of\nsuch handsome behavior, resigned their claims in favor of Sarpedon. The\nshot, we may understand, did not come off.[20]\n\nWith regard to all this series of stories, and others which have been\nadvanced as allied, more will be required to make out a substantial\nrelationship than their having in common a shot at some object in\ncontiguity with a living human body, be the object an apple, or whatever\nelse. The idea of thus enhancing the merit or interest of a shot is not\nso ingenious that one instance must be held to be original, and all\nothers derivative. The archer Alcon, according to Servius,[21] was wont\nto shoot through rings placed on men\u2019s heads. Sir John Malcolm (Kaye\u2019s\nLife, II, 400) was told that at Mocha, when the dates were ripe, a\nstone, standing up some three inches, would be put on the head of a\nchild, at which two or three of the best marksmen would fire, with ball,\nat thirty-one yards distance. A case was reported, about fifty years\nago, of a man in Pennsylvania shooting a very small apple from the head\nof another man.[22] A linen-weaver was judicially punished at Spires,\nsome thirty years ago, for shooting a sheet of paper from his son\u2019s\nhand, and afterwards a potato (\u201calso einen Erdapfel,\u201d Rochholz!) from\nthe boy\u2019s head.[23] The keel-boat men of the Mississippi, in their\nplayfulness, would cut the pipe out of a companion\u2019s hat-band at a long\ndistance. \u201cIf they quarreled among themselves, and then made friends,\ntheir test that they bore no malice was to shoot some small object from\neach other\u2019s heads,\u201d such as an apple. Such feats have of late been\ncommon on the American stage.\n\nWhatever may be thought of the linen-weaver at Spires, it will scarcely\nbe maintained that the Mississippi keel-boat men shot at apples in\nimitation of William Tell. As to the selection of an apple, it seems\nenough to say that an apple makes a convenient mark, is familiar to\ntemperate climates, and at hand at almost any part of the year.[24] But\nthe chief point of all to be borne in mind is, that whether the\nMississippi boatmen took their cue, directly or indirectly, from William\nTell, they do not become mythical personages by virtue of their\nrepeating his shot. None the more does William of Cloudesly. A story\nlong current in Europe, a mythical story if you please, could certainly\nbe taken up by an English ballad-maker without prejudice to the\nsubstantial and simply romantic character of his hero.[25]\n\nThe late Mr Joseph Hunter unhesitatingly declared Adam Bell \u201ca genuine\npersonage of history,\u201d and considered that he had had \u201cthe good fortune\nto recover from a very authentic source of information some particulars\nof this hero of our popular minstrelsy which show distinctly the time at\nwhich he lived.\u201d\n\n\u201cKing Henry the Fourth, by letters enrolled in the Exchequer, in Trinity\nTerm, in the seventh year of his reign [1406], and bearing date the 14th\nday of April, granted to one Adam Bell an annuity of 4_l._ 10_s._\nissuing out of the fee-farm of Clipston, in the forest of Sherwood,\ntogether with the profits and advantages of the vesture and herbage of\nthe garden called the Halgarth, in which the manor-house of Clipston is\nsituated.\n\n\u201cNow, as Sherwood is noted for its connection with archery, and may be\nregarded also as the _patria_ of much of the ballad poetry of England,\nand the name of Adam Bell is a peculiar one, this might be almost of\nitself sufficient to show that the ballad had a foundation in veritable\nhistory. But we further find that this Adam Bell violated his allegiance\nby adhering to the Scots, the king\u2019s enemies; whereupon this grant was\nvirtually resumed, and the sheriff of Nottinghamshire accounted for the\nrents which would have been his. In the third year of King Henry the\nFifth [1416], the account was rendered by Thomas Hercy, and in the\nfourth year by Simon Leak. The mention of his adhesion to the Scots\nleads us to the Scottish border, and will not leave a doubt in the mind\nof the most sceptical that we have here one of the persons, some of\nwhose deeds (with some poetical license, perhaps) are come down to us in\nthe words of one of our popular ballads.\u201d (New Illustrations of the\nLife, Studies, and Writings of Shakespeare, I, 245 f, 1845.)\n\nMr Hunter\u2019s points are, that an Adam Bell had a grant from the proceeds\nof a farm in the forest of Sherwood, that Adam Bell is a peculiar name,\nand that his Adam Bell adhered to the king\u2019s enemies. To be sure, Adam\nBell\u2019s retreat in the ballad is not Sherwood, in Nottinghamshire, but\nEnglishwood, or Inglewood, in Cumberland (an old hunting-ground of King\nArthur\u2019s, according to several romances), a forest sixteen miles in\nlength, reaching from Carlisle to Penrith.[26] But it would be captious\nto insist upon this. Robin Hood has no connection in extant ballads with\nthe Cumberland forest, but Wyntoun\u2019s Scottish Chronicle, c. 1420, makes\nhim to have frequented Inglewood as well as Barnsdale.[27] The\nhistorical Adam Bell was granted an annuity, and forfeited it for\nadhering to the king\u2019s enemies, the Scots; the Adam Bell of the ballad\nwas outlawed for breaking the game-laws, and in consequence came into\nconflict with the king\u2019s officers, but never adhered to the king\u2019s\nenemies, first or last, received the king\u2019s pardon, was made yeoman of\nthe queen\u2019s chamber, dwelt with the king, and died a good man. Neither\nis there anything peculiar in the name Adam Bell. Bell was as well known\na name on the borders[28] as Armstrong or Graham. There is record of an\nAdam Armstrong and an Adam Graham; there is a Yorkshire Adam Bell\nmentioned in the Parliamentary Writs (II, 508, 8 and 17 Edward II,) a\nhundred years before Hunter\u2019s annuitant; a contemporary Adam Bell, of\nDunbar, is named in the Exchequer Rolls of Scotland under the years\n1414, 1420 (IV, 198, 325); and the name occurs repeatedly at a later\ndate in the Registers of the Great Seal of Scotland.\n\nThe placability of the king in this ballad is repeated in the Gest of\nRobin Hood, and is also exhibited in the Tale of Gamelyn, where Gamelyn\nis made justice of all the free forest, as William is here made chief\nrider over all the North Country. The king, besides, forgives all\nGamelyn\u2019s eight young men, and puts them in good office. The king of the\noutlaws, in the tale, had previously made his peace without any\ndifficulty. Vv 888\u201394, 687\u201389.\n\n\nTranslated, after Percy\u2019s Reliques, by Bodmer, II, 78; by Fouqu\u00e9,\nB\u00fcsching, Erz\u00e4hlungen, u. s. w., des Mittelalters, I, 1; the third Fit,\nby Knortz, Lieder und Romanzen Altenglands, No 70.\n\n\n #c.# 1\n Mery it was in grene forest,\n Amonge the leues grene,\n Where that men walke both east a_n_d west,\n Wyth bowes and arrowes kene,\n\n 2\n To ryse the dere out of theyr denne;\n Suche sightes as hath ofte bene sene,\n As by th[r]e yemen of the north countrey,\n By them it is as I meane.\n\n 3\n The one of them hight Adam Bel,\n The other Clym of the Clough,\n The thyrd was William of Cloudesly,\n An archer good ynough.\n\n 4\n They were outlawed for venyson,\n These thre yemen euerechone;\n They swore them brethen vpon a day,\n To Englysshe-wood for to gone.\n\n 5\n Now lith and lysten, gentylmen,\n And that of myrthes loueth to here:\n Two of them were single men,\n The third had a wedded fere.\n\n 6\n Wyllyam was the wedded man,\n Muche more then was hys care:\n He sayde to hys brethen vpon a day,\n To Carelel he would fare,\n\n 7\n For to speke with fayre Alse hys wife,\n And with hys chyldren thre:\n \u2018By my trouth,\u2019 sayde Adam Bel,\n \u2018Not by the counsell of me.\n\n 8\n \u2018For if ye go to Caerlel, brother,\n And from thys wylde wode wende,\n If the justice mai you take,\n Your lyfe were at an ende.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018If that I come not to morowe, brother,\n By pryme to you agayne,\n Truste not els but that I am take,\n Or else that I am slayne.\u2019\n\n 10\n He toke hys leaue of hys brethen two,\n And to Carlel he is gone;\n There he knocked at hys owne wyndowe,\n Shortlye and anone.\n\n 11\n \u2018Wher be you, fayre Alyce, my wyfe,\n And my chyldren three?\n Lyghtly let in thyne husbande,\n Wyllyam of Cloudesle.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Alas!\u2019 then sayde fayre Alyce,\n And syghed wonderous sore,\n \u2018Thys place hath ben besette for you\n Thys halfe yere and more.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018Now am I here,\u2019 sayde Cloudesle,\n \u2018I woulde that I in were;\n Now feche vs meate and drynke ynoughe,\n And let vs make good chere.\u2019\n\n 14\n She feched him meat and drynke plenty,\n Lyke a true wedded wyfe,\n And pleased hym with that she had,\n Whome she loued as her lyfe.\n\n 15\n There lay an old wyfe in that place,\n A lytle besyde the fyre,\n Whych Wyllyam had found, of cherytye,\n More then seuen yere.\n\n 16\n Up she rose, and walked full styll,\n Euel mote she spede therefoore!\n For she had not set no fote on ground\n In seuen yere before.\n\n 17\n She went vnto the justice hall,\n As fast as she could hye:\n \u2018Thys nyght is come vn to thys town\n Wyllyam of Cloudesle.\u2019\n\n 18\n Thereof the iustice was full fayne,\n And so was the shirife also:\n \u2018Thou shalt not trauaile hether, da_m_e, for nought;\n Thy meed thou shalt haue or thou go.\u2019\n\n 19\n They gaue to her a ryght good goune,\n Of scarlat it was, as I heard say[n]e;\n She toke the gyft, and home she wente,\n And couched her doune agayne.\n\n 20\n They rysed the towne of mery Carlel,\n In all the hast that they can,\n And came thronging to Wyllyames house,\n As fast [as] they might gone.\n\n 21\n Theyr they besette that good yeman,\n Round about on euery syde;\n Wyllyam hearde great noyse of folkes,\n That heytherward they hyed.\n\n 22\n Alyce opened a shot-wyndow,\n And loked all about;\n She was ware of the justice and the shrife bothe,\n Wyth a full great route.\n\n 23\n \u2018Alas! treason,\u2019 cryed Alyce,\n \u2018Euer wo may thou be!\n Go into my chambre, my husband,\u2019 she sayd,\n \u2018Swete Wyllyam of Cloudesle.\u2019\n\n 24\n He toke hys sweard and hys bucler,\n Hys bow and hy[s] chyldren thre,\n And wente into hys strongest chamber,\n Where he thought surest to be.\n\n 25\n Fayre Alice folowed hi_m_ as a louer true,\n With a pollaxe in her hande:\n \u2018He shalbe deade that here co_m_eth in\n Thys dore, whyle I may stand.\u2019\n\n 26\n Cloudesle bent a wel good bowe,\n That was of trusty tre,\n He smot the justise on the brest,\n That hys arrowe brest in thre.\n\n 27\n \u2018God\u2019s curse on his hartt,\u2019 saide William,\n \u2018Thys day thy cote dyd on;\n If it had ben no better then myne,\n It had gone nere thy bone.\u2019\n\n 28\n \u2018Yelde the, Cloudesle,\u2019 sayd the justise,\n \u2018And thy bowe a_nd_ thy arrowes the fro:\u2019\n \u2018Gods curse on hys hart,\u2019 sayde fair Al[i]ce,\n \u2018That my husband councelleth so.\u2019\n\n 29\n \u2018Set fyre on the house,\u2019 saide the sherife,\n \u2018Syth it wyll no better be,\n And brenne we therin William,\u2019 he saide,\n \u2018Hys wyfe and chyldren thre.\u2019\n\n 30\n They fyred the house in many a place,\n The fyre flew vpon hye;\n \u2018Alas!\u2019 than cryed fayr Alice,\n \u2018I se we shall here dy.\u2019\n\n 31\n William openyd hys backe wyndow,\n That was in hys chambre on hye,\n And wyth shetes let hys wyfe downe,\n And hys chyldren thre.\n\n 32\n \u2018Haue here my treasure,\u2019 sayde William,\n \u2018My wyfe and my chyldren thre;\n For Christes loue do them no harme,\n But wreke you all on me.\u2019\n\n 33\n Wyllyam shot so wonderous well,\n Tyll hys arrowes were all go,\n And the fyre so fast vpon hym fell,\n That hys bo[w]stryng brent in two.\n\n 34\n The spercles brent and fell hym on,\n Good Wyllyam of Cloudesle;\n But than was he a wofull man, and sayde,\n Thys is a cowardes death to me.\n\n 35\n \u2018Leuer I had,\u2019 sayde Wyllyam,\n \u2018With my sworde in the route to renne,\n Then here among myne ennemyes wode\n Thus cruelly to bren.\u2019\n\n 36\n He toke hys sweard and hys buckler,\n And among them all he ran;\n Where the people were most in prece,\n He smot downe many a man.\n\n 37\n There myght no man stand hys stroke,\n So fersly on them he ran;\n Then they threw wyndowes and dores on him,\n And so toke that good yeman.\n\n 38\n There they hym bounde both hand and fote,\n And in depe dongeon hym cast;\n \u2018Now, Cloudesle,\u2019 sayde the hye justice,\n \u2018Thou shalt be hanged in hast.\u2019\n\n 39\n \u2018One vow shal I make,\u2019 sayde the sherife,\n \u2018A payre of new galowes shall I for the make,\n And al the gates of Caerlel shalbe shutte,\n There shall no man come in therat.\n\n 40\n \u2018Then shall not helpe Clim of the Cloughe,\n Nor yet Adam Bell,\n Though they came with a thousand mo,\n Nor all the deuels in hell.\u2019\n\n 41\n Early in the mornyng the justice vprose,\n To the gates fast gan he gon,\n And commaunded to be shut full cloce\n Lightile euerychone.\n\n 42\n Then went he to the market-place,\n As fast as he coulde hye;\n A payre of new gallous there dyd he vp set,\n Besyde the pyllory.\n\n 43\n A lytle boy stod them amonge,\n And asked what meaned that gallow-tre;\n They sayde, To hange a good yeaman,\n Called Wyllyam of Cloudesle.\n\n 44\n That lytle boye was the towne swyne-heard,\n And kept fayre Alyce swyne;\n Full oft he had sene Cloudesle in the wodde,\n And geuen hym there to dyne.\n\n 45\n He went out of a creues in the wall,\n And lightly to the woode dyd gone;\n There met he with these wyght yonge men,\n Shortly and anone.\n\n 46\n \u2018Alas!\u2019 then sayde that lytle boye,\n \u2018Ye tary here all to longe;\n Cloudesle is taken and dampned to death,\n All readye for to honge.\u2019\n\n 47\n \u2018Alas!\u2019 then sayde good Adam Bell,\n \u2018That euer we see thys daye!\n He myght her with vs haue dwelled,\n So ofte as we dyd him praye.\n\n 48\n \u2018He myght haue taryed in grene foreste,\n Under the shadowes sheene,\n And haue kepte both hym and vs in reaste,\n Out of trouble and teene.\u2019\n\n 49\n Adam bent a ryght good bow,\n A great hart sone had he slayne;\n \u2018Take that, chylde,\u2019 he sayde, \u2018to thy dynner,\n And bryng me myne arrowe agayne.\u2019\n\n 50\n \u2018Now go we hence,\u2019 sayed these wight yong me_n_,\n Tary we no lenger here;\n We shall hym borowe, by Gods grace,\n Though we bye it full dere.\u2019\n\n 51\n To Caerlel went these good yemen,\n In a mery mornyng of Maye:\n Her is a fyt of Cloudesli,\n And another is for to saye.\n\n\n 52\n And when they came to mery Caerlell,\n In a fayre mornyng-tyde,\n They founde the gates shut them vntyll,\n Round about on euery syde.\n\n 53\n \u2018Alas!\u2019 than sayd good Adam Bell,\n \u2018That euer we were made men!\n #b.#\n These gates be shyt so wonderly well,\n That we may not come here in.\u2019\n\n 54\n Than spake Clymme of the Cloughe:\n With a wyle we wyll vs in brynge;\n Let vs say we be messengers,\n Streyght comen from oure kynge.\n\n 55\n Adam sayd, I haue a lettre wryten wele,\n Now let vs wysely werke;\n We wyll say we haue the kynges seale,\n I holde the porter no clerke.\n\n 56\n Than Adam Bell bete on the gate,\n With str\u00f6kes greate and stronge;\n The porter herde suche a noyse therate,\n And to the gate faste he thronge.\n\n 57\n \u2018Who is there nowe,\u2019 sayd the porter,\n \u2018That maketh all this knockynge?\n \u2018We be two messengers,\u2019 sayd Clymme of the Clo[ughe],\n \u2018Be comen streyght frome oure kynge.\u2019\n\n 58\n \u2018We haue a lettre,\u2019 sayd Adam Bell,\n \u2018To the justyce we must it brynge;\n Let vs in, oure message to do,\n That we were agayne to our kynge.\u2019\n\n 59\n \u2018Here cometh no man in,\u2019 sayd the porter,\n \u2018By hym that dyed on a tre,\n Tyll a false thefe be hanged,\n Called Wyllyam of Clowdysle.\u2019\n\n 60\n Than spake that good [yeman Clym of the Cloughe,\n And swore by Mary fre,\n If that we stande long wythout,\n Lyke a thefe hanged shalt thou be.]\n\n 61\n [Lo here] we haue got the kynges seale;\n [What! l]ordane, arte thou wode?\n [The p]orter had wende it had been so,\n [And l]yghtly dyd of his hode.\n\n 62\n \u2018[Welco]me be my lordes seale,\u2019 sayd he,\n \u2018[For] that shall ye come in:\u2019\n [He] opened the gate ryght shortly,\n [An] euyll openynge for hym!\n\n 63\n \u2018[N]owe we are in,\u2019 sayd Adam Bell,\n \u2018[T]herof we are full fayne;\n [But] Cryst knoweth that herowed hell,\n [H]ow we shall come oute agayne.\u2019\n\n 64\n \u2018[Had] we the keys,\u2019 sayd Clym of the Clowgh,\n \u2018Ryght well than sholde we spede;\n [Than] myght we come out well ynough,\n [Whan] we se tyme and nede.\u2019\n\n 65\n [They] called the porter to a councell,\n [And] wronge hys necke in two,\n [And] kest hym in a depe dongeon,\n [And] toke the keys hym fro.\n\n 66\n \u2018[N]ow am I porter,\u2019 sayd Adam Bell;\n \u2018[Se], broder, the keys haue we here;\n [The] worste porter to mery Carlell,\n [That ye] had this hondreth yere.\n\n 67\n \u2018[Now] wyll we oure bow\u00ebs bende,\n [Into the t]owne wyll we go,\n [For to delyuer our dere] broder,\n [Where he lyeth in care and wo.\u2019\n\n 68\n Then they bent theyr good yew bowes,\n And loked theyr stri_n_ges were round;]\n The market-place of mery Carlyll,\n They beset in that stounde.\n\n 69\n And as they loked them besyde,\n A payre of newe galowes there they se,\n And the iustyce, with a quest of swerers,\n That had iuged Clowdysle there hanged to be.\n\n 70\n And Clowdysle hymselfe lay redy in a carte,\n Fast bounde bothe fote and hande,\n And a strong rope aboute his necke,\n All redy for to be hangde.\n\n 71\n The iustyce called to hym a ladde;\n Clowdysles clothes sholde he haue,\n To take the mesure of that good yoman,\n And therafter to make his graue.\n\n 72\n \u2018I haue sene as greate a merueyll,\u2019 sayd Clowd[esle],\n \u2018As bytwene this and pryme,\n He that maketh thys graue for me,\n Hymselfe may lye therin.\u2019\n\n 73\n \u2018Thou spekest proudely,\u2019 sayd the iustyce;\n \u2018I shall hange the with my hande:\u2019\n Full well that herde his bretheren two,\n There styll as they dyd stande.\n\n 74\n Than Clowdysle cast hys eyen asyde,\n And sawe hys bretheren stande,\n At a corner of the market-place,\n With theyr good bowes bent in theyr hand,\n Redy the iustyce for to chase.\n\n 75\n \u2018I se good comforte,\u2019 sayd Clowdysle,\n \u2018Yet hope I well to fare;\n If I myght haue my handes at wyll,\n [Ryght l]ytell wolde I care.\u2019\n\n 76\n [Than b]espake good Adam Bell,\n [To Clym]me of the Clowgh so fre;\n [Broder], se ye marke the iustyce well;\n [Lo yon]der ye may him se.\n\n 77\n [And at] the sheryf shote I wyll,\n [Stron]gly with an arowe kene;\n [A better] shotte in mery Carlyll,\n [Thys se]uen yere was not sene.\n\n 78\n [They lo]used theyr arowes bothe at ones,\n [Of no] man had they drede;\n [The one] hyt the iustyce, the other the sheryf,\n [That b]othe theyr sydes gan blede.\n\n 79\n [All men] voyded, that them stode nye,\n [Whan] the iustyce fell to the grounde,\n [And the] sheryf fell nyghe hym by;\n [Eyther] had his deth\u00ebs wounde.\n\n 80\n [All the c]ytezeyns fast gan fle,\n [They du]rste no lenger abyde;\n [There ly]ghtly they loused Clowdysle,\n [Where he] with ropes lay tyde.\n\n 81\n [Wyllyam] sterte to an offycer of the towne,\n [Hys axe] out his hande he wronge;\n [On eche] syde he smote them downe,\n [Hym tho]ught he had taryed to longe.\n\n 82\n [Wyllyam] sayd to his bretheren two,\n [Thys daye] let vs togyder lyue and deye;\n [If euer you] haue nede as I haue nowe,\n [The same] shall ye fynde by me.\n\n 83\n [They] shyt so well in that tyde,\n For theyr strynges were of sylke full sure,\n That they kepte the stretes on euery syde;\n That batayll dyd longe endure.\n\n 84\n They fought togyder as bretheren true,\n Lyke hardy men and bolde;\n Many a man to the grounde they threwe,\n And made many an hert\u00eb colde.\n\n 85\n But whan theyr arowes were all gone,\n Men presyd on them full fast;\n They drewe theyr swerd\u00ebs than anone,\n And theyr bow\u00ebs from them caste.\n\n 86\n They wente lyghtly on theyr waye,\n With swerdes and buckelers rounde;\n By that it was the myddes of the daye,\n They had made many a wounde.\n\n 87\n There was many a noute-horne in Carlyll blowen,\n And the belles backwarde dyd they rynge;\n Many a woman sayd alas,\n And many theyr handes dyd wrynge.\n\n 88\n The mayre of Carlyll forth come was,\n And with hym a full grete route;\n These thre yomen dredde hym full sore,\n For theyr lyu\u00ebs stode in doubte.\n\n 89\n The mayre came armed, a full greate pace,\n With a polaxe in his hande;\n Many a stronge man with hym was,\n There in that stoure to stande.\n\n 90\n The mayre smote at Clowdysle with his byll,\n His buckeler he brast in two;\n Full many a yoman with grete yll,\n \u2018[Al]as, treason!\u2019 they cryed for wo.\n \u2018[Ke]pe we the gates fast,\u2019 they bad,\n \u2018[T]hat these traytours theroute not go.\u2019\n\n 91\n But all for nought was that they wrought,\n For so fast they downe were layde\n Tyll they all thre, that so manfully fought,\n Were goten without at a brayde.\n\n 92\n \u2018Haue here your keys,\u2019 sayd Adam Bell,\n \u2018Myne offyce I here forsake;\n Yf ye do by my councell,\n A new\u00eb porter ye make.\u2019\n\n 93\n He threwe the keys there at theyr hedes,\n And bad them evyll to thryue,\n And all that letteth ony good yoman\n To come and comforte his wyue.\n\n 94\n Thus be these good yomen gone to the wode,\n As lyght as lefe on lynde;\n They laughe and be mery in theyr mode,\n Theyr enemyes were farre behynde.\n\n 95\n Whan they came to Inglyswode,\n Under theyr trysty-tre,\n There they founde bow\u00ebs full gode,\n And arow\u00ebs greate plent\u00eb.\n\n 96\n \u2018So helpe me God,\u2019 sayd Adam Bell,\n And Clymme of the Clowgh so fre,\n \u2018I wolde we were nowe in mery Carlell,\n [Be]fore that fayre meyn\u00eb.\u2019\n\n 97\n They set them downe and made good chere,\n And eate an[d dr]anke full well:\n Here is a fytte [of] these wyght yongemen,\n And another I shall you tell.\n\n\n 98\n As they sat in Inglyswode,\n Under theyr trysty-tre,\n Them thought they herde a woman [wepe],\n But her they myght not se.\n\n 99\n Sore syghed there fayre Alyce, and sayd,\n Alas that euer I se this daye!\n For now is my dere husbonde slayne,\n Alas and welawaye!\n\n 100\n Myght I haue spoken wyth hys dere breth[eren],\n With eyther of them twayne,\n [To shew to them what him befell]\n My herte were out of payne.\n\n 101\n Clowdysle walked a lytell besyde,\n And loked vnder the grene wodde lynde;\n He was ware of his wyfe and his chyldre[n thre],\n Full wo in herte and mynde.\n\n 102\n \u2018Welcome, wyfe,\u2019 than sayd Wyllyam,\n \u2018Unto this trysty-tre;\n I had wende yesterdaye, by swete Sai[nt John],\n Thou sholde me neuer haue se.\u2019\n\n 103\n \u2018Now wele is me,\u2019 she sayd, \u2018that [ye be here],\n My herte is out of wo:\u2019\n \u2018Dame,\u2019 he sayd, \u2018be mery and glad,\n And thanke my bretheren two.\u2019\n\n 104\n \u2018Here of to speke,\u2019 sayd Ad[am] Bell,\n \u2018I-wys it [is no bote];\n The me[at that we must supp withall,\n It runneth yet fast on fote.\u2019\n\n 105\n Then went they down into a lau_n_de,\n These noble archares all thre,\n Eche of the]m slewe a harte of grece,\n [The best t]hey coude there se.\n\n 106\n \u2018[Haue here the] best, Alyce my wyfe,\u2019\n [Sayde Wyllya]m of Clowdysle,\n \u2018[By cause ye so] boldely stode me by,\n [Whan I w]as slayne full nye.\u2019\n\n 107\n [Than they] wente to theyr souper,\n [Wyth suc]he mete as they had,\n [And than]ked God of theyr fortune;\n [They we]re bothe mery and glad.\n\n 108\n [And whan] they had souped well,\n [Certayne] withouten leace,\n [Clowdysle] sayde, We wyll to oure kynge,\n [To get v]s a chartre of peace.\n\n 109\n [Alyce shal] be at soiournynge,\n [In a nunry] here besyde;\n [My tow sonn]es shall with her go,\n [And ther the]y shall abyde.\n\n 110\n [Myne eldest so]ne shall go with me,\n [For hym haue I] no care,\n [And he shall breng] you worde agayne\n [How that we do fare.\n\n 111\n Thus be these wig]ht men to London gone,\n [As fast as they ma]ye hye,\n [Tyll they came to the kynges] palays,\n #c.#\n There they woulde ned\u00ebs be.\n\n 112\n And whan they came to the kyng\u00ebs courte,\n Unto the pallace gate,\n Of no man wold they aske leue,\n But boldly went in therat.\n\n 113\n They preced prestly into the hall,\n Of no man had they dreade;\n The porter came after and dyd them call,\n #a.#\n And with them began to [chyde.]\n\n 114\n The vssher sayd, Yemen, what wolde ye haue?\n I praye you tell me;\n Ye myght thus make offycers shent:\n Good syrs, of whens be ye?\n\n 115\n \u2018Syr, we be outlawes of the forest,\n Certayne withouten leace,\n And hyther we be come to our kynge,\n To get vs a charter of peace.\u2019\n\n 116\n And whan they came before our kynge,\n As it was the lawe of the lande,\n They kneled downe without lettynge,\n And eche helde vp his hande.\n\n 117\n They sayd, Lorde, we beseche you here,\n That ye wyll graunte vs grace.\n For we haue slayne your fatte falowe dere,\n In many a sondry place.\n\n 118\n \u2018What is your names?\u2019 than sayd our kynge,\n \u2018Anone that you tell me:\u2019\n They sayd, Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough,\n And Wylliam of Clowdesle.\n\n 119\n \u2018Be ye those theues,\u2019 than sayd our kynge,\n \u2018That men haue tolde of to me?\n Here to God I make a vowe,\n Ye shall be hanged all thre.\n\n 120\n \u2018Ye shall be dead without mercy,\n As I am kynge of this lande:\u2019\n #c.#\n He commanded his officers euerichone\n Fast on them to lay hand.\n\n 121\n There they toke these good yemen,\n And arested them all thre:\n \u2018So may I thryue,\u2019 sayd Adam Bell,\n \u2018Thys game lyketh not me.\n\n #a.# 122\n \u2018But, good lorde, we beseche you nowe,\n That ye wyll graunte vs grace,\n In so moche as we be to you commen;\n Or elles that we may fro you passe,\n\n 123\n \u2018With suche weapons as we haue here,\n Tyll we be out of your place;\n And yf we lyue this hondred yere,\n We wyll aske you no grace.\u2019\n\n 124\n \u2018Ye speke proudly,\u2019 sayd the kynge,\n \u2018Ye shall be hanged all thre:\u2019\n \u2018That were great pity,\u2019 sayd the quene,\n \u2018If any grace myght be.\n\n 125\n \u2018My lorde, whan I came fyrst in to this lande,\n To be your wedded wyfe,\n The fyrst bone that I wolde aske,\n Ye wolde graunte me belyfe.\n\n 126\n \u2018And I asked you neuer none tyll nowe,\n Therfore, good lorde, graunte it me:\u2019\n \u2018Nowe aske it, madame,\u2019 sayd the kynge,\n \u2018And graunted shall it be.\u2019\n\n 127\n \u2018Than, good lorde, I you beseche,\n The yemen graunte you me:\u2019\n \u2018Madame, ye myght haue asked a bone\n That sholde haue ben worthe them thre.\n\n 128\n \u2018Ye myght haue asked towres and towne[s],\n Parkes and forestes plentie:\u2019\n #c.#\n \u2018None so pleasaunt to mi pay,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Nor none so lefe to me.\u2019\n\n 129\n \u2018Madame, sith it is your desyre,\n Your askyng graunted shalbe;\n But I had leuer haue geuen you\n Good market-town\u00ebs thre.\u2019\n\n 130\n The quene was a glad woman,\n And sayd, Lord, gramarcy;\n I dare vndertake for them\n That true men shall they be.\n\n 131\n But, good lord, speke som mery word,\n That comfort they may se:\n \u2018I graunt you grace,\u2019 then said our ki_n_g,\n \u2018Wasshe, felos, and to meate go ye.\u2019\n\n 132\n They had not setten but a whyle,\n Certayne without lesynge,\n There came messe_n_gers out of the north,\n With letters to our kyng.\n\n 133\n And whan the came before the kynge,\n The kneled downe vpon theyr kne,\n And sayd, Lord, your offycers grete you wel,\n Of Caerlel in the north cuntre.\n\n 134\n \u2018How fare[th] my justice,\u2019 sayd the kyng,\n \u2018And my sherife also?\u2019\n \u2018Syr, they be slayne, without leasynge,\n And many an officer mo.\u2019\n\n 135\n \u2018Who hath them slayne?\u2019 sayd the kyng,\n \u2018Anone thou tell me:\u2019\n \u2018Adam Bel, and Clime of the Clough,\n And Wyllyam of Cloudesle.\u2019\n\n 136\n \u2018Alas for rewth!\u2019 then sayd our kynge,\n \u2018My hart is wonderous sore;\n I had leuer [th]an a thousand pounde\n I had knowne of thys before.\n\n 137\n \u2018For I haue y-graunted them grace,\n And that forthynketh me;\n But had I knowne all thys before,\n They had ben hanged all thre.\u2019\n\n 138\n The kyng opened the letter anone,\n Hym selfe he red it tho,\n A_nd_ founde how these thre outlawes had slai_n_e\n Thre hundred men and mo.\n\n 139\n Fyrst the justice and the sheryfe,\n And the mayre of Caerlel towne;\n Of all the co_n_stables a_nd_ catchipolles\n Alyue were left not one.\n\n 140\n The baylyes and the bedyls both,\n And the sergeauntes of the law,\n And forty fosters of the fe\n These outlawes had y-slaw;\n\n 141\n And broke_n_ his parks, and slaine his dere;\n Ouer all they chose the best;\n So perelous outlawes as they were\n Walked not by easte nor west.\n\n 142\n When the kynge this letter had red,\n In hys harte he syghed sore;\n \u2018Take vp the table,\u2019 anone he bad,\n \u2018For I may eate no more.\u2019\n\n 143\n The kyng called hys best archars,\n To the buttes with hym to go;\n \u2018I wyll se these felowes shote,\u2019 he sayd,\n \u2018That in the north haue wrought this wo.\u2019\n\n 144\n The kynges bowmen buske them blyue,\n And the quenes archers also,\n So dyd these thre wyght yemen,\n Wyth them they thought to go.\n\n 145\n There twyse or thryse they shote about,\n For to assay theyr hande;\n There was no shote these thre yemen shot\n That any prycke might them stand.\n\n 146\n Then spake Wyllyam of Cloudesle;\n By God that for me dyed,\n I hold hym neuer no good archar\n That shuteth at buttes so wyde.\n\n 147\n \u2018Wherat?\u2019 then sayd our kyng,\n \u2018I pray thee tell me:\u2019\n \u2018At suche a but, syr,\u2019 he sayd,\n \u2018As men vse in my countree.\u2019\n\n 148\n Wyllyam wente into a fyeld,\n And his to brothren with him;\n There they set vp to hasell roddes,\n Twenty score paces betwene.\n\n 149\n \u2018I hold him an archar,\u2019 said Cloudesle,\n \u2018That yonder wande cleueth in two:\u2019\n \u2018Here is none suche,\u2019 sayd the kyng,\n \u2018Nor none that can so do.\u2019\n\n 150\n \u2018I shall assaye, syr,\u2019 sayd Cloudesle,\n \u2018Or that I farther go:\u2019\n Cloudesle, with a bearyng arow,\n Claue the wand in to.\n\n 151\n \u2018Thou art the best archer,\u2019 the_n_ said the ki_n_g,\n \u2018Forsothe that euer I se:\u2019\n \u2018And yet for your loue,\u2019 sayd Wylliam,\n \u2018I wyll do more maystry.\n\n 152\n \u2018I haue a sonne is seuen yere olde;\n He is to me full deare;\n I wyll hym tye to a stake,\n All shall se that be here;\n\n 153\n \u2018And lay an apple vpon hys head,\n And go syxe score paces hym fro,\n And I my selfe, with a brode arow,\n Shall cleue the apple in two.\u2019\n\n 154\n \u2018Now hast the,\u2019 then sayd the kyng;\n \u2018By him that dyed on a tre,\n But yf thou do not as th_o_u hest sayde,\n Hanged shalt thou be.\n\n 155\n \u2018And thou touche his head or gowne,\n In syght that men may se,\n By all the sayntes that be in heave_n_,\n I shall hange you all thre.\u2019\n\n 156\n \u2018That I haue promised,\u2019 said William,\n \u2018I wyl it neuer forsake;\u2019\n And there euen before the kynge,\n In the earth he droue a stake;\n\n 157\n And bound therto his eldest sonne,\n And bad hym stande styll therat,\n And turned the childes face fro him,\n Because he shuld not sterte.\n\n 158\n An apple vpon his head he set,\n And then his bowe he bent;\n Syxe score paces they were outmet,\n And thether Cloudesle went.\n\n 159\n There he drew out a fayr brode arrowe;\n Hys bowe was great and longe;\n He set that arrowe in his bowe,\n That was both styffe and stronge.\n\n 160\n He prayed the people that was there\n That they would styll stande;\n \u2018For he that shooteth for such a wager,\n Behoueth a stedfast hand.\u2019\n\n 161\n Muche people prayed for Cloudesle,\n #a.#\n That hys lyfe saued myght be,\n And whan he made hym redy to shote,\n There was many a wepynge eye.\n\n 162\n Thus Clowdesle clefte the apple in two,\n That many a man it se;\n \u2018Ouer goddes forbode,\u2019 sayd the kynge,\n \u2018That thou sholdest shote at me!\n\n 163\n \u2018I gyue the .xviii. pens a daye,\n And my bowe shalte thou bere,\n And ouer all the north countree\n I make the chefe rydere.\u2019\n\n 164\n \u2018And I gyue the .xii. pens a day,\u2019 sayd the que[ne],\n \u2018By God and by my faye;\n Come fetche thy payment whan thou wylt,\n No man shall say the naye.\n\n 165\n \u2018Wyllyam, I make the gentylman\n Of clothynge and of fee,\n And thy two brethren yemen of my chambr[e],\n For they are so semely to se.\n\n 166\n \u2018Your sone, for he is tendre of age,\n Of my wyne-seller shall he be,\n And whan he commeth to mann\u00ebs state,\n Better auaunced shall he be.\n\n 167\n \u2018And, Wylliam, brynge me your wyfe,\u2019 sayd th[e quene];\n Me longeth sore here to se;\n She shall be my chefe gentylwoman,\n And gouerne my nursery.\u2019\n\n 168\n The yemen thanked them full courteysly,\n And sayd, To Rome streyght wyll we wende,\n [Of all the synnes that we haue done\n To be assoyled of his hand.\n\n 169\n So forth]e be gone these good yemen,\n [As fast a]s they myght hye,\n [And aft]er came and dwelled with the kynge,\n [And dye]d good men all thre.\n\n 170\n [Thus e]ndeth the lyues of these good yemen,\n [God sen]de them eternall blysse,\n [And all] that with hande-bowe shoteth,\n [That of] heuen they may neuer mysse!\n\n * * * * *\n\n_Deficiencies in #a#, #b# are supplied from #c# unless it is otherwise\nnoted._\n\n#a.#\n\n 120^1. deed.\n\n#b.#\n\n 87^1. an oute horne. _The emendation is Prof. Skeat\u2019s._\n\n 99^{1,2}. and sayd _begins the second line_.\n\n 100^3. _supplied from_ #d#, #e#.\n\n#c.#\n\n 5^3. singele.\n\n 11^1. be your.\n\n 13^2. In woulde.\n\n 16^2. spende.\n\n 17^1, 107^1. whent.\n\n 18^3. fore.\n\n 22^1. shop-wyndow.\n\n 22^4. great full great.\n\n 23^3. Gy.\n\n 26^1. welgood.\n\n 30^3. Alece.\n\n 33^2. all gon.\n\n 34^{3,4}. and sayde _begins the fourth line_.\n\n 44^2. there Alyce.\n\n 44^4. geuend.\n\n 46^4. Allreadye.\n\n 48^4. in reaffte [?].\n\n 51^1. Cyerlel.\n\n 52^1. Carelell.\n\n _Variations from_ #b#.\n\n 53^3. shut: wonderous.\n\n 54^1, 56^1, 64^3, 76^1, 85^3, 102^1, 107^1. Then.\n\n 54^3. Lee.\n\n 54^4. come nowe.\n\n 55^3. seales.\n\n 56^3. a _wanting_.\n\n 56^4. faste _wanting_.\n\n 57^4. come ryght.\n\n 58^2. me _for_ we.\n\n 59^1. commeth none.\n\n 59^2. Be: vpon.\n\n 61^3. went.\n\n 62^1. he saide.\n\n 62^3. full shortlye.\n\n 63^1. are we.\n\n 63^3. know.\n\n 64^4, 79^2, 106^4, 108^1. When.\n\n 65^1. a _wanting_.\n\n 65^4. hys keys.\n\n 66^2, 67^3, 76^3. brother.\n\n 66^4. hundred.\n\n 68^1. They bent theyr bowes. Then, good yew _from_ #e#, #f#.\n\n 68^3. in mery.\n\n 68^4. in _wanting_.\n\n 69^3. And they: squyers.\n\n 70^2. bounde _wanting_.\n\n 71^2. Cloudesle.\n\n 71^3. good _wanting_: yeman, _and_ ye _always, as_, 88^3, 90^3,\n 93^3, 94^1.\n\n 72^1. Cloudesli.\n\n 73^2. the hange.\n\n 73^3. that _wanting_: brtehren, _or_, breehren.\n\n 74^2, 82^1, 84^1, 100^1, 103^4. brethen.\n\n 74^2. stande _wanting_.\n\n 74^3. marked.\n\n 74^5. to chaunce.\n\n 75^1. good _wanting_.\n\n 75^2. will.\n\n 76^1. Then spake.\n\n 76^3. Brother.\n\n 77^1. shyrfe.\n\n 77^2. an _wanting_.\n\n 78^1. thre arrowes.\n\n 78^4. there sedes.\n\n 79^2. fell downe.\n\n 81^2. out of.\n\n 81^4. he taryed all to.\n\n 82^2. togyder _wanting_.\n\n 82^4. shall you.\n\n 83^1. shot.\n\n 83^3. sede.\n\n 84^1. The: together.\n\n 85^2. preced to.\n\n 86^3. mas myd.\n\n 87^2. they _wanting_.\n\n 88^4. For of theyr lyues they stode in great.\n\n 90^2. brust.\n\n 90^3. euyll.\n\n 90^6. That.\n\n 91^1. y^t y^e.\n\n 91^2. to fast.\n\n 91^4. at _wanting_.\n\n 92^{2,3}. _Transposed_: Yf you do, _etc._, Myne offce.\n\n 92^4. do we.\n\n 93^1. theyr keys.\n\n 94^2. lyghtly as left.\n\n 94^3. The lough an.\n\n 94^4. fere.\n\n 95^1, 98^1. Englyshe.\n\n 95^2. Under the: trusty, _and_ 98^2.\n\n 95^3. There _wanting_.\n\n 95^4. full great.\n\n 96^1. God me help.\n\n 96^3. nowe _wanting_.\n\n 97^2. drynke.\n\n 97^3. fet of.\n\n 97^4. And _wanting_: I wyll.\n\n 98^3. They thaught: woman wepe.\n\n 98^4. mought.\n\n 99^1. the fayre; and sayde _begins the next line_.\n\n 99^2. I sawe.\n\n 100^2. Or with.\n\n 100^3. _wanting._\n\n 100^4. put out.\n\n 102^2. Under thus trusti.\n\n 102^4. had se.\n\n 106^1, 109^1. Alce.\n\n 106^3. by me.\n\n 107^1. theyr _wanting_.\n\n 107^{2,3}. _Transposed_: And thanked, _etc._, Wyth such.\n\n 108^2. without any.\n\n 109^1. Alce shalbe at our.\n\n 110^3. you breng.\n\n 111^1. these good yemen.\n\n 111^2. myght hye.\n\n 111^3. pallace.\n\n _Variations from_ #a#.\n\n 114^3. you.\n\n 115^2. without any.\n\n 115^3. become.\n\n 116^1. the kyng.\n\n 116^3, 117^1. The.\n\n 117^1. beseche the.\n\n 118^1. be your nams: then, _and_ 119^1.\n\n 122^2. you graunt.\n\n 123^3. hundreth.\n\n 124^3. then sayd.\n\n 126^1. you _wanting_.\n\n 127^2. These: ye.\n\n 127^4. all thre.\n\n 128^1. town.\n\n 137^1. hauy graunted.\n\n 153^1. apele.\n\n _Variations from_ #a#.\n\n 162^2. myght se.\n\n 162^4. sholdest _wanting_.\n\n 164^1. .xvii.\n\n 164^3. when.\n\n 165^1. the a.\n\n 166^3. estate.\n\n 167^2. her sore.\n\n 167^4. To gouerne.\n\n 168^1. thanketh.\n\n 168^2. To some bysshop wyl we wend.\n\n 169^1. begone: there good.\n\n 170^4. they _wanting_.\n\n a bout, a gayne, a monge, a none, a byde, a lyue, ther at, _etc._,\n _are joined_.\n\n#d#, #e#, #f#. _The readings of all three are the same unless divergence\n is noted._\n\n 1^1. #f.# in the.\n\n 1^3. whereas men hunt east.\n\n 2^1. raise.\n\n 2^2. #d.# sights haue oft. #e.# sights haue not oft. #f.# has oft.\n\n 2^3. three yeomen.\n\n 2^4. as _wanting_.\n\n 3^2. Another.\n\n 4^2. thre _wanting_. #d#, #e#. euery chone. #f.# eueryeche one.\n\n 4^3. brethren on a.\n\n 4^4. English wood.\n\n 5^2. And _wanting_: mirth.\n\n 5^3. #e.# were _wanting_.\n\n 6^3. brethren, _and generally_. #e.# on a.\n\n 7^1. There to: Alice.\n\n 7^2. #f.# with _wanting_.\n\n 8^1. #e#, #f#. we go. #d.# Carlell, _and generally_. #e#, #f#.\n Carlile, _and generally_.\n\n 8^3. If that: doe you.\n\n 8^4. life is.\n\n 9^3. Trust you then that. #d#, #f#. tane. #e.# taken.\n\n 11^1. Alice he said.\n\n 11^2. My wife and children three.\n\n 11^3. owne husband. #f.# thy.\n\n 12^2. #e#, #f#. very sore.\n\n 12^4. #d#, #f#. halfe a. #e.# Full halfe a.\n\n 13^1. #e.# I am.\n\n 13^2. #d#, #f#. in I. #e.# in we.\n\n 14^1. #d.# fet.\n\n 14^2. #d.# true and.\n\n 14^3. #e.# what she.\n\n 15^1. #d.# in the.\n\n 15^2. little before.\n\n 16^1. rose and forth she goes.\n\n 16^2. #e.# might.\n\n 16^3. not _wanting_.\n\n 16^4. #e.# yeeres. #f.# not 7 yeere.\n\n 17^1. into.\n\n 17^3. night she said is come to towne.\n\n 18^1. #e.# Thereat.\n\n 18^2. #e.# was _wanting_. #f.# And _wanting_.\n\n 18^3. #e.# dame _wanting_.\n\n 18^4. ere.\n\n 19^2. #d#, #e#. as _wanting_. #d#, #e#, #f#. saine.\n\n 20^1. raised.\n\n 20^2. that _wanting_.\n\n 20^3. #e.# And thronging fast vnto the house.\n\n 20^4. As fast as. #e.# gan.\n\n 21^1. the good yeoman.\n\n 21^2. Round _wanting_.\n\n 21^3. #d.# of the folke. #e.# of folke. #f.# of the folkes.\n\n 21^4. thetherward: fast _for_ they.\n\n 22^1. back _for_ shot.\n\n 22^3. #e.# bothe _wanting_. #e#, #f#. _second_ the _wanting_.\n\n 22^4. #e#, #f#. And with them. #e.# a great rout. #f.# a full\n great.\n\n 23^1. then cryed.\n\n 23^3. #e#, #f#. _second_ my _wanting_. #f.# sweet husband.\n\n 24^2. #e.# _second_ hys _wanting_.\n\n 24^3. the _for_ hys. #f.# He went.\n\n 24^4. #f.# the surest.\n\n 25^1. Alice like a louer true.\n\n 25^2. #f.# Tooke a.\n\n 25^3. #d#, #f#. Said he shall die that commeth. #e.# Said he shall\n dye.\n\n 26^1. right good.\n\n 26^2. of a.\n\n 26^4. burst.\n\n 27^4. had beene neere the.\n\n 28^2. #d.# _second_ thy _wanting_. #e.# thine arrowes. #f.# the\n bow and arrowes.\n\n 29^2. #d#, #e#. Sith no better it will be.\n\n 29^3. burne: saith. #f.# burne there.\n\n 29^4. and his.\n\n 30^1. #f.# The _for_ they: _and often_.\n\n 30^2. #d#, #e#. vp _wanting_. #f.# fledd on.\n\n 30^3. then, _and generally_. #e#, #f#. said faire.\n\n 30^4. #e.# we here shall. #f.# here wee shall.\n\n 31^1. a _for_ hys.\n\n 31^2. _second_ on _wanting_. #d.# was on.\n\n 31^3. And there: he did let downe.\n\n 31^4. His wife and children.\n\n 32^1. #f.# Haue you here.\n\n 32^2. #d#, #f#. _second_ my _wanting_.\n\n 32^{1,2}. #e.# _wanting_.\n\n 32^3. #f.# Gods loue.\n\n 33^2. #d#, #f#. agoe. #e.# go.\n\n 33^3. the _wanting_. about _for_ vpon.\n\n 33^4. #f.# burnt.\n\n 34^1. fell vppon.\n\n 34^{3,4}. and sayde _begins the fourth line_.\n\n 35^1. #e#, #f#. had I.\n\n 35^2. runne.\n\n 35^3. #e.# amongst. #d#, #f#. my.\n\n 35^4. So: burne.\n\n 36^1. buckler then.\n\n 36^2. #f.# amongst.\n\n 36^3. people thickest were.\n\n 37^1. man abide. #e#, #f#. strokes.\n\n 37^2. #e.# run.\n\n 37^3. #f.# Then the: att him. #e.# doore.\n\n 37^4. that yeoman. #f.# And then the.\n\n 38^1. both _wanting_.\n\n 38^2. in a.\n\n 38^3. #d#, #e#. then said. #d#, #f#. hye _wanting_.\n\n 39^2. #e.# gallowes thou shalt haue.\n\n 39^3. #d.# al _wanting_.\n\n 40^1. There. #f.# helpe yett.\n\n 40^3. #f#. a 100^d men.\n\n 41^1. arose.\n\n 41^2. #f.# can he.\n\n 41^3. #d.# them to: full _wanting_. #e#, #f#. to shut close.\n\n 42^3. #d#, #e#. he set vp. #f.# There he new a paire of gallowes\n he sett vpp.\n\n 42^4. #f.# Hard by the.\n\n 43^2. meant.\n\n 44^1. the _wanting_. #f.# The litle.\n\n 44^3. #f.# seene William.\n\n 44^4. #e.# gaue.\n\n 45^1. at a creuice of.\n\n 45^2. wood he ran (ron, runn). #f.# And _wanting_.\n\n 45^3. #e.# he met. #e#, #f#. wighty yeomen.\n\n 46^1. #e#, #f#. said the.\n\n 46^2. #e#, #f#. You.\n\n 46^3. #e#, #f#. tane. #e.# doomd.\n\n 46^4. #d.# Already. #e#, #f#. And ready to be hangd.\n\n 47^2. saw.\n\n 47^3. #d#, #e#. might haue tarried heere with vs. #f.# He had\n better haue tarryed with vs.\n\n 47^4. #e.# as _wanting_.\n\n 48^1. haue dwelled.\n\n 48^2. these _for_ the. #f.# shaddoowes greene.\n\n 48^3. haue _wanting_: at rest.\n\n 48^4. #d#, #f#. of all.\n\n 49^2. he had.\n\n 50^1. #e.# we go. #d.# wighty yeomen. #e#, #f#. iolly yeomen.\n\n 50^2. longer.\n\n 51^1. #f.# bold yeomen.\n\n 51^2. #f.# All in a mor[n]inge of May.\n\n 51^4. #f.# And _wanting_.\n\n 52^1. #f.# to _wanting_.\n\n 52^2. #f.# All in a morning.\n\n 52^3. vnto.\n\n 53^3. wonderous. #d#, #f#. be shut. #e.# are shut. #f.# ffast\n _for_ well.\n\n 53^4. therein.\n\n 54^4. come. #e.# the king.\n\n 55^1. wryten _wanting_.\n\n 55^2. #e.# Now _wanting_. #f.# wiselye marke.\n\n 56^1. #d#, #f#. at the. #f.# gates.\n\n 56^2. #f.# hard and.\n\n 56^3. #d#, #e#. a _wanting_. #f.# marueiled who was theratt.\n\n 56^4. faste _wanting_. #e#, #f.# gates.\n\n 57^1. nowe _wanting_. #f.# Who be.\n\n 57^2. #f.# makes.\n\n 57^3. #e.# said they then. #f.# quoth Clim.\n\n 57^4. come right.\n\n 58^4. the _for_ our.\n\n 59^1. none in.\n\n 59^2. #e.# of a.\n\n 59^3. Till that. #f.# a _wanting_.\n\n 60^1. #d.# the _for_ that. #e.# that good yeman _wanting_. #f.#\n spake good Clim.\n\n 60^4. #d#, #f#. thou shalt.\n\n 61^1. got _wanting_.\n\n 61^3. #d#, #e#. porter wend (weend). #f.# had went _wanting_.\n\n 62^1. is my: he said.\n\n 62^2. #d.# ye shall. #e#, #f#. you shall.\n\n 62^3. #e#, #f#. gates. #d#, #e#. full shortly. #f.# ryght\n _wanting_.\n\n 63^1. are we.\n\n 63^2. Whereof: are right.\n\n 63^3. #d.# knowes. #e#, #f#. Christ he knowes assuredly.\n\n 63^4. #e.# come _wanting_. #f.# gett out.\n\n 64^{2,3,4}. then, When, _and nearly always_.\n\n 65^1. a _wanting_.\n\n 65^3. cast.\n\n 65^4. #d#, #f#. his keyes.\n\n 66^2. #e.# we haue.\n\n 66^3. in _for_ to.\n\n 66^4. #d.# hundred. #e#, #f#. That came this hundred.\n\n 67^1. we will.\n\n 67^3. brother.\n\n 67^4. That _for_ Where he.\n\n 68^1. #d.# Then: their good. #e#, #f#. Then: their good yew.\n\n 68^3. in _for_ of.\n\n 69^3. #d#, #f#. of squiers. #e.# squirers.\n\n 69^4. #e#, #f#. That iudged William hanged.\n\n 70^1. #e#, #f#. hymselfe _wanting_. #f.# ready there in.\n\n 70^4. #d#, #e#. Already. #f.# to hange.\n\n 71^2. he should. #e.# Cloudesle.\n\n 71^3. good _wanting_.\n\n 71^4. #e.# thereby make him a. #f.# And _wanting_.\n\n 72^1. a _wanting_.\n\n 72^3. a graue.\n\n 73^2. I will thee hang.\n\n 73^3. heard this.\n\n 74^1. eye. #e.# William.\n\n 74^2. two (tow) brethren: stande _wanting_.\n\n 74^3. #e.# the corner: place wel prepard.\n\n 74^4. #d.# good _wanting_: bent _wanting_. #e#, #f#. _wanting._\n\n 74^5. #d#, #e#. the justice to chase. #f.# the iustice to slaine.\n\n 75^1. good _wanting_.\n\n 75^3. #e.# hands let free.\n\n 75^4. #d#, #e#. might I.\n\n 76^1. Then spake.\n\n 76^3. Brother: you.\n\n 76^4. you.\n\n 77^1. And _wanting_.\n\n 78^2. #d#, #e#. they had.\n\n 78^3. #f.# the shirrfe, the other the iustice.\n\n 78^4. #d#, #f#. can.\n\n 79^1. #e.# stood them.\n\n 79^3. fell _wanting_.\n\n 79^4. #d#, #e#. deaths.\n\n 80^1. #f.# flye.\n\n 80^2. #d#, #f#. longer.\n\n 80^3. #e.# Then.\n\n 81^1. #d#, #f#. start. #e.# stept.\n\n 81^2. out of.\n\n 81^4. had _wanting_: all too. #f.# Hee thought.\n\n 82^1. #e.# brethren.\n\n 82^2. togyder _wanting_.\n\n 83^1. shot. #e#, #f#. in _wanting_.\n\n 83^2. full _wanting_.\n\n 83^4. #e.# The. #d#, #f#. long did.\n\n 84^1. like _for_ as.\n\n 85^2. #d#, #f#. pressed to.\n\n 85^3. #e.# swords out anon.\n\n 86^3. #d#, #f#. was mid. #f.# were mid.\n\n 86^4. had _wanting_.\n\n 87^1. #e.# There was _wanting_. #e#, #f#. Carlile was.\n\n 87^2. they _wanting_. #d.# backwards.\n\n 88^1, 89^1, 90^1. mayor, maior.\n\n 88^3. thre _wanting_.\n\n 88^4. For of. #d#, #f#. they stood in great. #e.# they were in\n great.\n\n 89^4. #e.# Within that stoure.\n\n 90^2. brast. #d#, #f#. he _wanting_.\n\n 90^3. euill.\n\n 90^4. #f.# ffull woe.\n\n 90^5. #f.# Keepe well.\n\n 90^6. That.\n\n 91^2. #d#, #e#. downe they. #f.# were downe.\n\n 91^4. gotten out. #e.# of a.\n\n 92^2. heere I. #e.# My.\n\n 92^3. #d#, #f#. you.\n\n 92^4. doe you.\n\n 93^1. #d#, #f#. their keyes at. #d.# head.\n\n 93^3. any.\n\n 94^1. #e#, #f#. be the.\n\n #d.# word.\n\n 94^2. lightly.\n\n 94^3. #f.# wood.\n\n 95^1. #d#, #e#. English wood. #f.# merry greenwood.\n\n 95^2. the trustie.\n\n 95^4. #d.# full great.\n\n 96^1. God me helpe.\n\n 96^3. nowe _wanting_.\n\n 96^4. #d.# manie. #e.# many. #f.# meanye.\n\n 97^1. #d#, #f#. sate. #e.# Then sat they.\n\n 97^2. #d#, #e#. drunke.\n\n 97^3. fit of: yeomen _for_ yonge men. #f.# A 2^d ffitt of the\n wightye.\n\n 97^4. And _wanting_: I will.\n\n 98^1. English wood. #d#, #f#. sate.\n\n 98^2. #d#, #e#. trustie. #f.# the greenwoode.\n\n 98^3. woman wepe. #e#, #f#. They.\n\n 98^4. #e#, #f#. could act.\n\n 99^1. Sore then: there _wanting_. #d#, #f#. and sayd _begins the\n next line_.\n\n 99^{1,2}. #e#. And sayd Alas _wanting_.\n\n 99^2. saw.\n\n 99^3. #f.# nowe _wanting_.\n\n 100^1. #e.# spoke.\n\n 100^2. Or with.\n\n 100^3. #d#, #e#. To shew to them what him befell. #f.# To show\n them, _etc._\n\n 101^1. aside.\n\n 101^2. #f.# He looked.\n\n 101^3. _second_ his _wanting_. #e.# He saw his.\n\n 102^2. Under. #d.# this trustie. #e.# a trusty. #f.# the trustye.\n\n 102^4. #d#, #f#. shouldest had. #e.# shouldst had.\n\n 103^4. #d#, #e#. brethren.\n\n 104^4. #e.# It resteth.\n\n 105^1. the lawnd.\n\n 105^2. noble men all.\n\n 105^4. #f.# that they cold see.\n\n 106^2. #f.# saith.\n\n 106^3. Because: by me.\n\n 107^1. they went: theyr _wanting_.\n\n 107^3. for their.\n\n 108^2, 115^2. without any leace (lease).\n\n 109^1. at our.\n\n 109^2. #f.# Att a.\n\n 110^1. My.\n\n 110^2. I haue.\n\n 111^1. good yeomen.\n\n 111^2. #d#, #f#. might hye. #e#. can hye.\n\n 111^3. pallace.\n\n 111^4. #e#, #f#. Where. #d.# neede. #e#, #f#. needs.\n\n 112^1. kings. #f.# But when.\n\n 112^2. #f.# & to.\n\n 113^1. proceeded presently.\n\n 113^2. they had.\n\n 113^4. #e#, #f#. gan.\n\n 114^1. #e#, #f#. you.\n\n 114^2. #e#, #f#. to me.\n\n 114^3. You: thus _wanting_.\n\n 114^4. from _for_ of.\n\n 115^2. #f.# Certes.\n\n 115^3. the _for_ our.\n\n 116^1. the _for_ our. #d#, #f#. when. #e.# whan.\n\n 117^1. #d#, #e#. beseech thee. #f.# beseeche yee sure.\n\n 118^1. What be. #e#, #f#. the _for_ our.\n\n 118^3. #e.# They sayd _wanting_.\n\n 119^1. #d#, #e#. than _wanting_. #f.# then. #e.# the _for_ our.\n\n 119^2. of _wanting_.\n\n 119^3. #f.# Here I make a vow to God.\n\n 119^4. You.\n\n 120^3. #f.# officer[s] euery one.\n\n 121^1. #e.# Therefore.\n\n 122^3. doo _for_ be: come.\n\n 122^4. from.\n\n 123^2. #d.# your _wanting_.\n\n 123^3. #d#, #e#. hundreth: #f.# 100^d.\n\n 123^4. #d#, #e#. of you. #f.# Of you wee will aske noe.\n\n 125^4. You.\n\n 126^1. ye.\n\n 126^4. #f.# itt shalbe.\n\n 127^1. #f.# good my.\n\n 127^2. These: ye.\n\n 127^4. them all.\n\n 128^1. #f.# You: townes.\n\n 130^2. #e.# garmarcie. #f.# god a mercye.\n\n 130^4. they shall.\n\n 131^2. #d.# they may comfort see. #e.# they might comfort see.\n #f.# some comfort they might see.\n\n 131^3. #e#, #f#. the _for_ our.\n\n 132^1. #e.# sittin. #f.# sitten.\n\n 132^3. came two.\n\n 133^3. #e.# our _for_ your.\n\n 134^1. fareth.\n\n 135^1. #e.# slaine them. #f.# then said.\n\n 135^2. Anone that you.\n\n 135^3. and _wanting_.\n\n 136^1. #f.# ffor wrath.\n\n 136^3. then. #f.# rather then.\n\n 136^4. of _wanting_.\n\n 137^1. #f.# y- _wanting_.\n\n 137^2. #d.# forethinketh.\n\n 138^1. #d#, #f#. king he.\n\n 138^3. And there: thre _wanting_.\n\n 139^2. mayor.\n\n 139^3. catchpoles.\n\n 139^4. #f.# but one.\n\n 140^1. bayliffes.\n\n 140^3. forresters.\n\n 140^4. haue. #f.# haue the slawe.\n\n 141^2. #e#, #f#. Of all. #f.# coice the.\n\n 141^3. #d.# Such.\n\n 142^2. hys _wanting_.\n\n 142^3. #d.# table he said. #e.# table then said he. #f.# tables\n then sayd hee.\n\n 142^4. #e#, #f#. I can.\n\n 143^1. then called.\n\n 143^3. #e#, #f#. said he. #f.# To see.\n\n 143^4. #e.# hath.\n\n 144^1. #d#, #e#. buskt: blithe. #f.# archers busket: blythe.\n\n 144^2. #f.# Soe did the queenes alsoe.\n\n 144^3. #d#, #e#. thre _wanting_. #f.# weightye.\n\n 144^4. #f.# They thought with them.\n\n 145^2. thre _wanting_.\n\n 145^4. them _wanting_.\n\n 146^2. #e#, #f#. By him.\n\n 146^3. #d#, #e#. a good. #f.# him not a good.\n\n 147^1. #e.# the _for_ our. #f.# then _wanting_.\n\n 147^2. to me.\n\n 148^1. into the.\n\n 148^2. brethren.\n\n 148^4. #f.# 400 paces.\n\n 149^4. For no man can so doo.\n\n 150^1. #f.# syr _wanting_.\n\n 150^2. further.\n\n 151. #d#, #f#. our king. #e#, #f#. then _wanting_.\n\n 152^3. tie him.\n\n 152^4. #e#, #f#. see him.\n\n 154^1. hast thee. #f.# then _wanting_.\n\n 154^3. #f.# dost: has.\n\n 155^4. you hang.\n\n 156^2. #d#, #e#. I neuer will forsake. #f.# That I will neuer.\n\n 157^3. him fro.\n\n 158^3. out _wanting_. #f.# meaten.\n\n 159^2. #e.# were.\n\n 160^1. were there.\n\n 160^4. had neede of a. #e#, #f#. steddy.\n\n 162^1. claue.\n\n 162^2. myght see. #d#, #f#. As.\n\n 162^3. Now God forbid then said.\n\n 162^4. #d#, #e#. shouldst.\n\n 163^1. #f.# gaue: 8 pence.\n\n 163^4. #e.# chiefe ranger.\n\n 164^1. xiii. #e#, #f#. Ile.\n\n 165^1. thee a.\n\n 165^3. #f.# bretheren.\n\n 165^4. are louely to.\n\n 166^2. #e#, #f#. he shall be.\n\n 166^3. mans estate. #e#, #f#. coms, comes.\n\n 166^4. #d.# aduanced I will him see. #e#, #f#. Better preferred.\n\n 167^2. #d.# sore for to. #e.# I long full sore to see. #f.# I long\n her sore.\n\n 167^4. To.\n\n 168^2. #d.# To some bishop will we wend. #e#, #f#. To some bishop\n we will wend.\n\n 168^4. at his.\n\n 169^1. #e.# the good.\n\n 169^2. they can. #d.# So fast.\n\n 169^3. and liued.\n\n 169^4. good yeomen.\n\n 170^1. #f.# liffe.\n\n 170^3. #f.# with a.\n\n 170^4. #d#, #e#. they _wanting_.\n\n _Insignificant variations of spelling are not noticed._\n\n\n APPENDIX\n\n THE SECOND PART OF ADAM BELL\n\nAugust 16, 1586, there was entered to Edward White, in the Stationers\u2019\nRegisters, \u2018A ballad of William Clowdisley neuer printed before:\u2019 Arber,\nII, 455. This was in all probability the present piece, afterwards\nprinted with \u2018Adam Bell\u2019 as a Second Part. The Second Part of Adam Bell\nwas entered to John Wright, September 24, 1608: Arber, III, 390. The\nballad is a pure manufacture, with no root in tradition, and it is an\nabsurd extravaganza besides. The copy in the Percy Folio, here collated\nwith the earliest preserved printed copy, has often the better readings,\nbut may have been corrected. #a# has such monstrosities as y-then, y-so.\n\n\n #a.# \u2018The Second Part of Adam Bell,\u2019 London, James Roberts, 1605.\n #b.# \u2018Younge Cloudeslee,\u2019 Percy MS. p. 398; Hales and Furnivall,\n III, 102.\n\n 1\n List northerne laddes to blither things\n Then yet were brought to light,\n Performed by our countriemen\n In many a fray and fight:\n\n 2\n Of Adam Bell, Clim of the Clough,\n And William of Cloudisly,\n Who were in fauour with the king,\n For all their misery.\n\n 3\n Yong William of the wine-seller,\n When yeoman he was made,\n Gan follow then his father\u2019s steps:\n He loued a bonny maide.\n\n 4\n \u2018God\u2019s crosse,\u2019 quoth William, \u2018if I misse,\n And may not of her speed,\n I\u2019le make a thousand northern hearts\n For very wo to bleed.\u2019\n\n 5\n Gone he is a wooing now,\n Our Ladie well him guide!\n To merry Mansfield, where I trow\n A time he will abide.\n\n 6\n \u2018Soone dop the dore, faire Cicelie bright,\n I come with all the hast:\n I come a wooing thee for loue,\n Here am I come at last.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018I know you not,\u2019 quoth Cicelie tho,\n \u2018From whence that yee bee come;\n My loue you may not haue, I trow,\n I vow by this faire sonne.\n\n 8\n \u2018For why, my loue is fixt so sure\n Vpon another wight;\n I swere by sweet Saint Anne, I\u2019le neuer\n Abuse him, out of sight.\n\n 9\n \u2018This night I hope to see my loue,\n In all his pride and glee;\n If there were thousands, none but him\n My heart would ioy to see.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018God\u2019s curse vpon him,\u2019 yong William said,\n \u2018Before me that hath sped!\n A foule ill on the carrion nurse\n That first did binde his head!\u2019\n\n 11\n Gan William tho for to prepare\n A medicine for that chaffe:\n \u2018His life,\u2019 quoth he, \u2018full hard may fare;\n Hee\u2019s best to keepe alaffe.\u2019\n\n 12\n He drew then out his bright brown sword,\n Which was so bright and keene;\n A stouter man and hardier\n Nere handled sword, I weene.\n\n 13\n \u2018Browne tempered, strong, and worthy blade,\n Vnto thy maister show,\n If now to triall thou bee put,\n How thou canst bide a blow.\u2019\n\n 14\n Yong William till an oake gan hie,\n Which was in compasse round\n Well six and fifty inches nie,\n And feld it to the ground.\n\n 15\n \u2018So mot he fare,\u2019 quoth William tho,\n \u2018That for her loue hath laid\n Which I haue loued, and nere did know\n Him suter till that maide.\n\n 16\n \u2018And now, deare father, stout and strong,\n William of Cloudesley,\n How happie were thy troubled sonne\n If here I mot thee see.\n\n 17\n \u2018And thy too brethren, Adam Bell\n And Clim of the Clough;\n Against a thousand men, and more,\n We foure would be enough.\n\n 18\n \u2018Growne it is full foure a clocke,\n And night will come beliue;\n Come on, thou lurden, Cislei\u2019s loue,\n This night must I thee shriue.\n\n 19\n \u2018Prepare thee strong, thou fow[l] black caufe!\n What ere thou be, I weene\n I\u2019le giue thy coxcomb saick a gird\n In Mansfield as neuer was seene.\u2019\n\n 20\n William a yong faune had slaine,\n In Sherwood, merry forrest;\n A fairer faune for man\u2019s meat\n In Sherwood was neuer drest.\n\n 21\n Hee hied then till a northerne lasse,\n Not halfe a mile him fro;\n He said, Dop dore, thou good old nurse,\n That in to thee I goe.\n\n 22\n \u2018I faint with being in the wood;\n Lo heere I haue a kid,\n Which I haue slo for thee and I;\n Come dresse it then, I bid.\n\n 23\n \u2018Fetch bread and other iolly fare,\n Whereof thou hast some store;\n A blither gest this hundred yeare\n Came neuer here before.\u2019\n\n 24\n The good old nant gan hie a pace\n To let yong William in;\n \u2018A happie nurse,\u2019 quoth William then,\n \u2018As can be lightly seene.\n\n 25\n \u2018Wend till that house hard by,\u2019 quoth he,\n \u2018That\u2019s made of lime and stone,\n Where is a lasse, faire Cisse,\u2019 hee said;\n \u2018I loue her as my owne.\n\n 26\n \u2018If thou can fetch her vnto me,\n That we may merry be,\n I make a vow, in the forrest,\n Of deare thou shalt haue fee.\u2019\n\n 27\n \u2018Rest then, faire sir,\u2019 the woman said;\n \u2018I sweare by good Saint Iohn,\n I will bring to you that same maide\n Full quickly and anon.\u2019\n\n 28\n \u2018Meane time,\u2019 quoth William, \u2018I\u2019le be cooke\n And see the faune i-drest;\n A stouter cooke did neuer come\n Within the faire forrest.\u2019\n\n 29\n Thick blith old lasse had wit enow\n For to declare his minde;\n So fast she hi\u2019d, and nere did stay,\n But left William behind.\n\n 30\n Where William, like a nimble cooke,\n Is dressing of the fare,\n And for this damsell doth he looke;\n \u2018I would that she were here!\u2019\n\n 31\n \u2018Good speed, blithe Cisse,\u2019 quoth that old lasse;\n \u2018God dild yee,\u2019 quoth Cisley againe;\n \u2018How done you, nant Ione?\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Tell me it, I am faine.\u2019\n\n 32\n The good old Ione said weele she was,\n \u2018And commen in an arrand till you;\n For you must to my cottage gone,\n Full quick, I tell you true;\n\n 33\n \u2018Where we full merry meane to be,\n All with my elder lad:\u2019\n When Cissley heard of it, truely,\n She was exceeding glad.\n\n 34\n \u2018God\u2019s curse light on me,\u2019 quoth Cissley tho,\n \u2018If with you I doe not hie;\n I neuer ioyed more forsooth\n Then in your company.\u2019\n\n 35\n Happy the good-wife thought her selfe\n That of her purpose she had sped,\n And home with Cisley she doth come,\n So lightly did they tread.\n\n 36\n And comming in, here William soone\n Had made ready his fare;\n The good old wife did wonder much\n So soone as she came there.\n\n 37\n Cisley to William now is come,\n God send her mickle glee!\n Yet was she in a maze, God wot,\n When she saw it was hee.\n\n 38\n \u2018Had I beene ware, good sir,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Of that it had beene you,\n I would haue staid at home in sooth,\n I tell you very true.\u2019\n\n 39\n \u2018Faire Cisley,\u2019 then said William kind,\n \u2018Misdeeme thou not of mee;\n I sent not for thee to the end\n To do thee iniury.\n\n 40\n \u2018Sit downe, that we may talke a while,\n And eate all of the best\n And fattest kidde that euer was slaine\n In merry Sirwood forrest.\u2019\n\n 41\n His louing words wan Cisley then\n To keepe with him a while;\n But in the meane time Cislei\u2019s loue\n Of her was tho beguile.\n\n 42\n A stout and sturdie man he was\n Of quality and kind,\n And knowne through all the north country\n To beare a noble minde.\n\n 43\n \u2018But what,\u2019 quoth William, \u2018do I care?\n If that he meane to weare,\n First let him winne; els neuer shall\n He haue the maide, I sweare.\u2019\n\n 44\n Full softly is her louer come,\n And knocked at the dore;\n But tho he mist of Cislei\u2019s roome,\n Whereat he stampt and swore.\n\n 45\n \u2018A mischief on his heart,\u2019 quoth he,\n \u2018That hath enlured the maide\n To be with him in company!\u2019\n He car\u2019d not what he sayd.\n\n 46\n He was so with anger mooued\n He sware a well great oth,\n \u2018Deere should he pay, if I him knew,\n Forsooth and by my troth!\u2019\n\n 47\n Gone he is to finde her out,\n Not knowing where she is;\n Still wandring in the weary wood,\n His true-loue he doth misse.\n\n 48\n William purchast hath the game,\n Which he doth meane to hold:\n \u2018Come rescew her, and if you can,\n And dare to be so bold!\u2019\n\n 49\n At length when he had wandred long\n About the forrest wide,\n A candle-light a furlong off\n Full quickly he espied.\n\n 50\n Then to the house he hied him fast,\n Where quickly he gan here\n The voice of his owne deere true-loue,\n A making bonny cheere.\n\n 51\n Then gan he say to Cisley tho,\n O Cisley, come a way!\n I haue beene wandring thee to finde\n Since shutting in of day.\n\n 52\n \u2018Who calls faire Cisse?\u2019 quoth William then;\n \u2018What carle dares bee so bold\n Once to aduenture to her to speake\n Whom I haue now in hold?\u2019\n\n 53\n \u2018List thee, faire sir,\u2019 quoth Cislei\u2019s loue,\n \u2018Let quickly her from you part;\n For all your lordly words, I sweare\n I\u2019le haue her, or make you smart.\u2019\n\n 54\n Yong William to his bright browne sword\n Gan quickly then to take:\n \u2018Because thou so dost challenge me,\n I\u2019le make thy kingdome quake.\n\n 55\n \u2018Betake thee to thy weapon strong;\n Faire time I giue to thee;\n And for my loue as well as thine\n A combat fight will I.\u2019\n\n 56\n \u2018Neuer let sonne,\u2019 quoth Cislei\u2019s loue,\n \u2018Shine more vpon my head,\n If I doe flie, by heauen aboue,\n Wert thou a giant bred.\u2019\n\n 57\n To bilbo-blade gat William tho,\n And buckler stiffe and strong;\n A stout battaile then they fought,\n Well nie two houres long.\n\n 58\n Where many a grieuous wound was giue\n To each on either part;\n Till both the champions then were droue\n Almost quite out of heart.\n\n 59\n Pitteous mone faire Cisley made,\n That all the forrest rong;\n The grieuous shrikes made such a noise,\n She had so shrill a tongue.\n\n 60\n At last came in the keepers three,\n With bowes and arrowes keene,\n Where they let flie among these two,\n An hundred as I weene.\n\n 61\n William, stout and strong in heart,\n When he had them espied,\n Set on corrage for his part;\n Among the thickst he hied.\n\n 62\n The chiefe ranger of the woods\n At first did William smite;\n Where, at on blow, he smot his head\n Fro off his shoulders quite.\n\n 63\n And being in so furious teene,\n About him then he laid;\n He slew immediatly the wight\n Was sutor to the maide.\n\n 64\n Great moane was then made;\n The like was neuer heard;\n Which made the people all around\n To crie, they were so feard.\n\n 65\n \u2018Arme! arme!\u2019 the country cried,\n \u2018For God\u2019s loue quickly hie!\u2019\n Neuer was such a slaughter seene\n In all the north country.\n\n 66\n Will[iam] still, though wounded sore,\n Continued in his fight\n Till he had slaine them all foure,\n That very winter-night.\n\n 67\n All the country then was raisd,\n The traytor for to take\n That for the loue of Cisley faire\n Had all this slaughter make.\n\n 68\n To the woods hied William tho\u2014\n \u2019Twas best of all his play\u2014\n Where in a caue with Cisley faire\n He liued many a day.\n\n 69\n Proclamation then was sent\n The country all around,\n The lord of Mansfield should he be\n That first the traytor found.\n\n 70\n Till the court these tydings came,\n Where all men did bewaile\n The yong and lusty William,\n Which so had made them quaile.\n\n 71\n Hied vp then William Cloudesley,\n And lustie Adam Bell,\n And famous Clim of the Clough,\n Which three then did excell.\n\n 72\n To the king they hied them fast,\n Full quickly and anon;\n \u2018Mercy I pray,\u2019 quoth old William,\n \u2018For William my sonne.\u2019\n\n 73\n \u2018No mercy, traitors,\u2019 quoth the king,\n \u2018Hangd shall yee be all foure;\n Vnder my nose this plot haue you laid\n To bringe to passe before.\u2019\n\n 74\n \u2018In sooth,\u2019 bespake then Adam Bell,\n \u2018Ill signe Your Grace hath seene\n Of any such comotion\n Since with you we haue beene.\n\n 75\n \u2018If then we can no mercy haue,\n But leese both life and goods,\n Of your good grace we take our leaue\n And hie vs to the woods.\u2019\n\n 76\n \u2018Arme, arme,\u2019 then quoth the king,\n \u2018My merry men euerychone,\n Full fast againe these rebbells now\n Vnto the woods are gone.\n\n 77\n \u2018A, wo is vs! what shall we doo,\n Or which way shall we worke,\n To hunt them forth out of the woods,\n So traytrouslie there that lurke?\u2019\n\n 78\n \u2018List you,\u2019 quoth a counsellor graue,\n A wise man he seemd;\n The[n] craued the king his pardon free\n Vnto them to haue deemd.\n\n 79\n \u2018God\u2019s forbod!\u2019 quoth the king,\n \u2018I neuer it will do!\n For they shall hang, each mother\u2019s sonne;\n Faire sir, I tell you true.\u2019\n\n 80\n Fifty thousand men were charged\n After them for to take;\n Some of them, set in sundry townes,\n In companies did waite.\n\n 81\n To the woods gan some to goe,\n In hope to find them out;\n And them perforce they thought to take,\n If they might find them out.\n\n 82\n To the woods still as they came\n Dispatched still they were;\n Which made full many a trembling heart,\n And many a man in feare.\n\n 83\n Still the outlawes, Adam Bell\n And Clim of the Clough,\n Made iolly cheere with venison,\n Strong drinke and wine enough.\n\n 84\n \u2018Christ me blesse!\u2019 then said our king,\n \u2018Such men were neuer knowne;\n They are the stoutest-hearted men\n That manhoode euer showne.\n\n 85\n \u2018Come, my secretary good,\n And cause to be declared\n A generall pardone to them all,\n Which neuer shall be discared.\n\n 86\n \u2018Liuing plenty shall they haue,\n Of gold and eke of fee,\n If they will, as they did before,\n Come liue in court with me.\u2019\n\n 87\n Sodenly went forth the newes,\n Declared by trumpets sound,\n Whereof these three were well aduis\u2019d,\n In caue as they were in ground.\n\n 88\n \u2018But list you, sirs,\u2019 quoth William yong,\n \u2018I dare not trust the king;\n It is some fetch is in his head,\n Whereby to bring vs in.\n\n 89\n \u2018Nay, stay we here: or first let me\n A messenger be sent\n Vnto the court, where I may know\n His Maiestie\u2019s intent.\u2019\n\n 90\n This pleased Adam Bell:\n \u2018So may we liue in peace,\n We are at his most high command,\n And neuer will we cease.\n\n 91\n \u2018But if that still we shall be vrged,\n And called by traitrous name,\n And threated hanging for euery thing,\n His Highnesse is to blame.\n\n 92\n \u2018Neare had His Grace subiects more true,\n And sturdier then wee,\n Which are at His Highnesse will;\n God send him well to bee!\u2019\n\n 93\n So to the court is yong William gone,\n To parley with the king,\n Where all men to the king\u2019s presence\n Did striue him for to bring.\n\n 94\n When he before the king was come,\n He kneeled down full low;\n He shewed quickly to the king\n What duty they did owe;\n\n 95\n In such delightfull order blith,\n The king was quickly wonne\n To comfort them in their request,\n As he before had done.\n\n 96\n \u2018Fetch bread and drinke,\u2019 then said His Grace,\n \u2018And meat all of the best;\n And stay all night here at the court,\n And soundly take thy rest.\u2019\n\n 97\n \u2018Gramercies to Your Grace,\u2019 said William,\n \u2018For pardon graunted I see:\u2019\n \u2018For signe thereof, here take my seale,\n And for more certainty.\u2019\n\n 98\n \u2018God\u2019s curse vpon me,\u2019 sayd William,\n \u2018For my part if I meane\n Euer againe to stirre vp strife!\n It neuer shall bee seene.\u2019\n\n 99\n The nobles all to William came,\n He was so stout and trimme,\n And all the ladies, for very ioy,\n Did come to welcome him.\n\n 100\n \u2018Faire Cisley now I haue to wife,\n In field I haue her wonne;\u2019\n \u2018Bring her here, for God\u2019s loue,\u2019 said they all,\n \u2018Full welcome shall she be [soone].\u2019\n\n 101\n Forth againe went William backe,\n To wood that he did hie,\n And to his father there he shewd\n The king his pardone free.\n\n 102\n \u2018Health to His Grace,\u2019 quoth Adam Bell,\n \u2018I beg it on my knee!\u2019\n The like said Clim of the Clough,\n And William of Cloudesley.\n\n 103\n To the court they all prepare,\n Euen as fast as they can hie,\n Where graciously they were receiud,\n With mirth and merry glee.\n\n 104\n Cisley faire is wend alone\n Vpon a gelding faire;\n A proprer damsell neuer came\n In any courtly ayre.\n\n 105\n \u2018Welcome, Cisley,\u2019 said the queene,\n \u2018A lady I thee make,\n To wait vpon my owne person,\n In all my chiefest state.\u2019\n\n 106\n So quickly was this matter done,\n Which was so hardly doubted,\n That all contentions after that\n From court were quickly rowted.\n\n 107\n Fauourable was the king;\n So good they did him finde,\n The[y] neuer after sought againe\n To vex his royall minde.\n\n 108\n Long time they liued in court,\n So neare vnto the king\n That neuer after was attempt\n Offred for any thing.\n\n 109\n God aboue giue all men grace\n In quiet for to liue,\n And not rebelliously abroad\n Their princes for to grieue.\n\n 110\n Let not the hope of pardon mooue\n A subiect to attempt\n His soueraigne\u2019s anger, or his loue\n From him for to exempt.\n\n 111\n But that all men may ready be\n With all their maine and might\n To serue the Lord, and loue the King,\n In honor, day and night!\n\n * * * * *\n\n #a.# 1^4. In mickle.\n\n 6^1. Some.\n\n 13^4. canst thou.\n\n 20^3. man\u2019s y-meat.\n\n 21^2. he fro.\n\n 28^2. I drest.\n\n 35^2. That her purpose he had of sped.\n\n 35^4. they read.\n\n 37^4. amaze.\n\n 46^1. was yso.\n\n 64^1. ythen.\n\n 76^2. euery chone.\n\n 92^1. more subjects true.\n\n 93^3. Which _for_ Where.\n\n #b.# 1^4. In many.\n\n 5^2. will _for_ well.\n\n 6^1. Soone.\n\n 6^3. to thee.\n\n 13^1. sword _for_ strong.\n\n 13^4. thou canst.\n\n 18^4. I must.\n\n 19^1. ffowle.\n\n 19^4. was neuer.\n\n 20^3. man\u2019s meate.\n\n 21^2. him ffroe.\n\n 21^3. dop the.\n\n 22^3. slaine ffor thee & mee.\n\n 28^2. To see: well drest.\n\n 31^1. God speed.\n\n 31^3. doe yee.\n\n 32^1. woman _for_ Ione.\n\n 32^2. in _wanting_: to you.\n\n 35^2. of her purpose shee had sped.\n\n 35^4. they did tread.\n\n 37^3. a maze.\n\n 40^3. The ffattest.\n\n 44^3. mist Cisleys companye.\n\n 45^2. allured this.\n\n 46^1. soe.\n\n 52^4. in my _for_ now in.\n\n 57^2. That was both stiffe.\n\n 57^4. Weer neere.\n\n 61^1. strong & stout.\n\n 66^1. Will_ia_m.\n\n 68^2. Itt was the best.\n\n 73^2. You shall be hanged.\n\n 73^3. plott yee have.\n\n 76^2. euer-eche one.\n\n 78^3. The craued.\n\n 79^4. I tell you verry true.\n\n 86^1. Liuings.\n\n 92^1. subiects more true.\n\n 93^3. Where.\n\n 97^1. Gramercy.\n\n 100^4. Welcome shee shall bee soone.\n\n 104^1. is gone.\n\n 105^4. cheefe estate.\n\n 106^4. rooted.\n\n 107^3. ffought _for_ sought.\n\n\n\n\n 117\n\n A GEST OF ROBYN HODE\n\n #a.# \u2018A Gest of Robyn Hode,\u2019 without printer\u2019s name, date, or place;\n the eleventh and last piece in a volume in the Advocates\u2019 Library,\n Edinburgh. Reprinted by David Laing, 1827, with nine pieces from the\n press of Walter Chepman and Androw Myllar, Edinburgh, 1508, and one\n other, by a printer unknown, under the title of The Knightly Tale of\n Golagrus and Gawane, and other Ancient Poems.\n\n #b.# \u2018A Lytell Geste of Robyn Hode,\u2019 etc., London, Wynken de Worde, n.\n d.: Library of the University of Cambridge.\n\n #c.# Douce Fragment, No 16: Bodleian Library.\n\n #d.# Douce Fragment, No 17: Bodleian Library.\n\n #e.# Douce Fragment, No 16: Bodleian Library.[29]\n\n #f.# \u2018A Mery Geste of Robyn Hoode,\u2019 etc., London, Wyllyam Copland, n.\n d.: British Museum, C. 21. c.\n\n #g.# \u2018A Merry Iest of Robin Hood,\u2019 etc., London, printed for Edward\n White, n. d.: Bodleian Library, Z. 3. Art. Seld., and Mr Henry\n Huth\u2019s library.\n\n\nThe best qualified judges are not agreed as to the typographical origin\nof #a#: see Dickson, Introduction of the Art of Printing into Scotland,\nAberdeen, 1885, pp 51 ff, 82 ff, 86 f. Mr Laing had become convinced\nbefore his death that he had been wrong in assigning this piece to the\npress of Chepman and Myllar. The date of #b# may be anywhere from 1492\nto 1534, the year of W. de Worde\u2019s death. Of #c# Ritson says, in his\ncorrected preface to the Gest, 1832, I, 2: By the favor of the Reverend\nDr Farmer, the editor had in his hands, and gave to Mr Douce, a few\nleaves of an old 4to black letter impression by the above Wynken de\nWorde, probably in 1489, and totally unknown to Ames and Herbert. No\nreason is given for this date.[30] I am not aware that any opinion has\nbeen expressed as to the printer or the date of #d#, #e#. W. Copland\u2019s\nedition, #f#, if his dates are fully ascertained, is not earlier than\n1548. Ritson says that #g# is entered to Edward White in the Stationers\u2019\nbooks, 13 May, 1594. \u201cA pastorall plesant commedie of Robin Hood &\nLittle John, &c,\u201d is entered to White on the 14th of May of that year,\nArber, II, 649: this is more likely to have been a play of Robin Hood.\n\n#a#, #b#, #f#, #g#, are deficient at 7^1, 339^1, and misprinted at 49,\n50, repeating, it may be, the faults of a prior impression. #a# appears,\nby internal evidence, to be an older text than #b#.[31] Some obsolete\nwords of the earlier copies have been modernized in #f#, #g#,[32], and\ndeficient lines have been supplied. A considerable number of\nMiddle-English forms remain[33] after those successive renovations of\nreciters and printers, which are presumable in such cases. The Gest may\nhave been compiled at a time when such forms had gone out of use, and\nthese may be relics of the ballads from which this little epic was made\nup; or the whole poem may have been put together as early as 1400, or\nbefore. There are no firm grounds on which to base an opinion.\n\nNo notice of Robin Hood has been down to this time recovered earlier\nthan that which was long ago pointed out by Percy as occurring in Piers\nPlowman, and this, according to Professor Skeat, cannot be older than\nabout 1377.[34] Sloth, in that poem, says in his shrift that he knows\n\u201crymes of Robyn Hood and Randolf, erle of Chestre,\u201d[35] though but\nimperfectly acquainted with his paternoster: #B#, passus v, 401 f,\nSkeat, ed. 1886, I, 166. References to Robin Hood, or to his story, are\nnot infrequent in the following century.\n\nIn Wyntoun\u2019s Chronicle of Scotland, put at about 1420, there is this\npassage, standing quite by itself, under the year 1283:\n\n Lytill Ihon and Robyne Hude\n Waythmen ware commendyd gude;\n In Yngilwode and Barnysdale\n Thai oysyd all this tyme thare trawale.\n\n Laing, II, 263.\n\nDisorderly persons undertook, it seems, to imitate Robin Hood and his\nmen. In the year 1417, says Stowe, one, by his counterfeit name called\nFryer Tucke, with many other malefactors, committed many robberies in\nthe counties of Surrey and Sussex, whereupon the king sent out his writs\nfor their apprehension: Annals, p. 352 b, ed. 1631.[36] A petition to\nParliament, in the year 1439, represents that one Piers Venables, of\nDerbyshire, rescued a prisoner, \u201cand after that tyme, the same Piers\nVenables, havynge no liflode ne sufficeante of goodes, gadered and\nassembled unto him many misdoers, beynge of his clothinge, ... and, in\nmanere of insurrection, wente into the wodes in that contr\u00e9, like as it\nhadde be Robyn-hode and his meyn\u00e9:\u201d Rotuli Parliamentorum, V, 16.[37]\n\nBower, writing 1441\u201347, describes the lower orders of his time as\nentertaining themselves with ballads both merry and serious, about Robin\nHood, Little John, and their mates, and preferring them to all\nothers;[38] and Major, or Mair, who was born not long after 1450, says\nin his book, printed in 1521, that Robin Hood ballads were in vogue over\nall Britain.[39]\n\nSir John Paston, in 1473, writes of a servant whom he had kept to play\nRobin Hood and the Sheriff of Nottingham, and who was gone into\nBernysdale: Fenn, Original Letters, etc., II, 134, cited by Ritson.\n\nGutch cites this allusion to Robin Hood ballads \u201cfrom Mr Porkington, No\n10, f. 152, written in the reign of Edward IV:\u201d\n\n Ther were tynkerris in tarlottus, the met was fulle goode,\n The \u201csowe sat one him benche\u201d (_sic_), and harppyd Robyn Hoode.\n\nAnd again, the name simply, from \u201ca song on Woman, from MS. Lambeth,\n306, fol. 135, of the fifteenth century\u201d:\n\n He that made this songe full good\n Came of the northe and of the sothern blode,\n And somewhat kyne to Robyn Hode.\n\n Gutch, Robin Hood, I, 55 f.\n\nThese passages show the popularity of Robin Hood ballads for a century\nor more before the time when the Gest was printed, a popularity which\nwas fully established at the beginning of this period, and\nunquestionably extended back to a much earlier day. Of these ballads,\nthere have come down to us in a comparatively ancient form the\nfollowing: those from which the Gest (printed, perhaps, before 1500) was\ncomposed, being at least four, Robin Hood, the Knight and the Monk,\nRobin Hood, Little John and the Sheriff, Robin Hood and the King, and\nRobin Hood\u2019s Death (a fragment); Robin Hood and the Monk, No 118, more\nproperly Robin Hood rescued by Little John, MS. of about 1450, but not\nfor that older than the ballads of the Gest; Robin Hood and Guy of\nGisborn, No 119, Percy MS. c. 1650; Robin Hood\u2019s Death, No 120, Percy\nMS. and late garlands; Robin Hood and the Potter, No 121, MS. of about\n1500, later, perhaps, than any other of the group.[40] Besides these\nthere are thirty-two ballads, Nos 122\u2013153. For twenty-two of these we\nhave the texts of broadsides and garlands of the seventeenth\ncentury,[41] four of the same being also found in the Percy MS.; eight\noccur in garlands, etc., of the last century, one of these same in the\nPercy MS., and another in an eighteenth-century MS.; one is derived from\na suspicious nineteenth-century MS., and one from nineteenth-century\ntradition. About half a dozen of these thirty-two have in them something\nof the old popular quality; as many more not the least smatch of it.\nFully a dozen are variations, sometimes wearisome, sometimes sickening,\nupon the theme \u2018Robin Hood met with his match.\u2019 A considerable part of\nthe Robin Hood poetry looks like char-work done for the petty press, and\nshould be judged as such. The earliest of these ballads, on the other\nhand, are among the best of all ballads, and perhaps none in English\nplease so many and please so long.\n\nThat a considerable number of fine ballads of this cycle have been lost\nwill appear all but certain when we remember that three of the very best\nare found each in only one manuscript.[42]\n\nRobin Hood is absolutely a creation of the ballad-muse. The earliest\nmention we have of him is as the subject of ballads. The only two early\nhistorians who speak of him as a ballad-hero, pretend to have no\ninformation about him except what they derive from ballads, and show\nthat they have none other by the description they give of him; this\ndescription being in entire conformity with ballads in our possession,\none of which is found in a MS. as old as the older of these two writers.\n\nRobin Hood is a yeoman, outlawed for reasons not given but easily\nsurmised, \u201ccourteous and free,\u201d religious in sentiment, and above all\nreverent of the Virgin, for the love of whom he is respectful to all\nwomen. He lives by the king\u2019s deer (though he loves no man in the world\nso much as his king) and by levies on the superfluity of the higher\norders, secular and spiritual, bishops and archbishops, abbots, bold\nbarons, and knights,[43] but harms no husbandman or yeoman, and is\nfriendly to poor men generally, imparting to them of what he takes from\nthe rich. Courtesy, good temper, liberality, and manliness are his chief\nmarks; for courtesy and good temper he is a popular Gawain. Yeoman as he\nis, he has a kind of royal dignity, a princely grace, and a\ngentleman-like refinement of humor. This is the Robin Hood of the Gest\nespecially; the late ballads debase this primary conception in various\nways and degrees.\n\nThis is what Robin Hood is, and it is equally important to observe what\nhe is not. He has no sort of political character, in the Gest or any\nother ballad. This takes the ground from under the feet of those who\nseek to assign him a place in history. Wyntoun, who gives four lines to\nRobin Hood, is quite precise. He is likely to have known of the\nadventure of King Edward and the outlaw, and he puts Robin under Edward\nI, at the arbitrary date of 1283, a hundred and forty years before his\nown time. Bower, without any kind of ceremony, avouches our hero to have\nbeen one of the proscribed followers of Simon de Montfort, and this\nassertion of Bower is adopted and maintained by a writer in the London\nand Westminster Review, 1840, XXXIII, 424.[44] Major, who probably knew\nsome ballad of Richard I and Robin Hood, offers a simple conjecture that\nRobin flourished about Richard\u2019s time, \u201ccirca h\u00e6c tempora, ut auguror,\u201d\nand this is the representation in Matthew Parker\u2019s \u2018True Tale,\u2019 which\nmany have repeated, not always with ut auguror; as Scott, with whom no\none can quarrel, in the inexpressibly delightful Ivanhoe, and Thierry in\nhis Conqu\u00eate de l\u2019Angleterre, Book xi, IV, 81 ff, ed. 1830, both of whom\ndepict Robin Hood as the chief of a troop of Saxon bandits, Thierry\nmaking him an imitator of Hereward. Hunter, again, The Ballad-Hero,\nRobin Hood, p. 48, interprets the King Edward of the Gest as Edward II,\nand makes Robin Hood an adherent of the Earl of Lancaster in the fatal\ninsurrection of 1322. No one of these theories has anything besides\nballads for a basis except Hunter\u2019s. Hunter has an account-book in which\nthe name Robin Hood occurs; as to which see further on, under stanzas\n414\u2013450 of the Gest. Hereward the Saxon, Fulk Fitz Warine, Eustace the\nMonk, Wallace, all outlaws of one kind or another, are celebrated in\nromantic tales or poems, largely fabulous, which resemble in a general\nway, and sometimes in particulars, the traditional ballads about Robin\nHood;[45] but these outlaws are recognized by contemporary history.\n\nThe chief comrades of Robin Hood are: Robin Hood and the Monk, Little\nJohn, Scathlok (Scarlok, Scarlet), and Much; to these the Gest adds\nGilbert of the White Hand and Reynold, 292 f. A friar is not a member of\nhis company in the older ballads. A curtal, or cutted friar, called\nFriar Tuck in the title, but not in the ballad, has a fight with Robin\nHood in No 123, and is perhaps to be regarded as having accepted Robin\u2019s\ninvitation to join his company; this, however, is not said. Friar Tuck\nis simply named as one of Robin\u2019s troop in two broadsides, No 145, No\n147, but plays no part in them. These two broadsides also name Maid\nMarian, who appears elsewhere only in a late and entirely insignificant\nballad, No 150.[46]\n\nFriar Tuck is a character in each of two Robin Hood plays, both of which\nwe have, unluckily, only in a fragmentary state. One of these plays,\ndating as far back as 1475, presents scenes from Robin Hood and Guy of\nGisborn, followed, without any link, by others from some ballad of a\nrescue of Robin Hood from the sheriff; to which extracts from still\nother ballads may have been annexed. In this play the friar has no\nspecial mark; he simply makes good use of his bow. The other play,\nprinted by Copland with the Gest, not much before 1550, treats more at\nlength the story of Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar, and then that of\nRobin Hood and the Potter, again, and naturally, without connection. The\nconclusion is wanting, and the play may have embraced still other\nballads. The Friar in this is a loose and jovial fellow, and gave the\nhint for Scott\u2019s Clerk of Copmanhurst.[47]\n\nThe second of the Robin Hood plays is described in the title as \u201cvery\nproper to be played in May-games.\u201d These games were in the sixteenth\ncentury, and, it would seem, before, often a medley of many things. They\nwere not limited to the first day of May, or even to the month of May;\nthey might occur in June as well. They were not uniform, and might\ninclude any kind of performance or spectacle which suited the popular\ntaste. \u201cI find,\u201d says Stow, \u201cthat in the moneth of May, the citizens of\nLondon, of all estates, lightlie in every parish, or sometimes two or\nthree parishes joyning together, had their several Mayinges, and did\nfetch in Maypoles, with divers warlike shewes, with good archers,\nmorrice-dancers, and other devices for pastime all the day long; and\ntowards the evening they had stage-playes and bonefires in the\nstreetes.\u201d[48] In the Diary of Henry Machyn we read that on the\ntwenty-sixth of May, 1555, there was a goodly May-game at St Martins in\nthe Field, with giant and hobby-horses, morris-dance and other\nminstrels; and on the third day of June following, a goodly May-game at\nWestminster, with giants and devils, and three morris-dancers, and many\ndisguised, and the Lord and Lady of the May rode gorgeously, with divers\nminstrels playing. On the thirtieth of May, 1557, there was a goodly\nMay-game in Fenchurch Street, in which the Nine Worthies rode, and they\nhad speeches, and the morris-dance, and the Sowdan, and the Lord and\nLady of the May, and more besides. And again, on the twenty-fourth of\nJune, 1559, there was a May-game, with a giant, the Nine Worthies, with\nspeeches, a goodly pageant with a queen, St George and the Dragon, the\nmorris-dance, and afterwards Robin Hood and Little John, and Maid Marian\nand Friar Tuck, and they had speeches round about London. (Pp 89, 137,\n201.)[49]\n\nIn the rural districts the May-game was naturally a much simpler affair.\nThe accounts of the chamberlains and churchwardens of Kingston upon\nThames for Mayday, 23 Henry VII\u201328 Henry VIII, 1507\u201336, contain charges\nfor the morris, the Lady, Little John, Robin Hood, and Maid Marian; the\naccounts for 21 Henry VII\u20131 Henry VIII relate to expenses for the\nKyngham, and a king and queen are mentioned, presumably king and queen\nof May; under 24 Henry VII the \u201ccost of the Kyngham and Robyn Hode are\nentered together.\u201d[50]\n\n\u201cA simple northern man\u201d is made to say in Albion\u2019s England, 1586:\n\n At Paske began our Morris, and ere Penticost our May;\n Tho Robin Hood, Liell John, Frier Tucke and Marian deftly play,\n And Lard and Ladie gang till kirk, with lads and lasses gay.[51]\n\nTollet\u2019s painted window (which is assigned by Douce to about 1460\u201370,\nand, if rightly dated, furnishes the oldest known representation of a\nMay-game with the morris) has, besides a fool, a piper and six dancers,\na Maypole, a hobby-horse, a friar, and a lady, and the lady, being\ncrowned, is to be taken as Queen of May.\n\nWhat concerns us is the part borne by Robin Hood, John, and the Friar in\nthese games, and Robin\u2019s relation to Maid Marian. In Ellis\u2019s edition of\nBrand\u2019s Antiquities, I, 214, note h, we are told that Robin Hood is\nstyled King of May in The Book of the Universal Kirk of Scotland. This\nis a mistake, and an important mistake. In April, 1577, the General\nAssembly requested the king to \u201cdischarge [prohibit] playes of Robin\nHood, King of May, and sick others, on the Sabboth day.\u201d In April, 1578,\nthe fourth session, the king and council were supplicated to discharge\n\u201call kynd of insolent playis, as King of May, Robin Hood, and sick\nothers, in the moneth of May, played either be bairnes at the schools,\nor others\u201d; and the subject was returned to in the eighth session. We\nknow from various sources that plays, founded on the ballads, were\nsometimes performed in the course of the games. We know that archers\nsometimes personated Robin Hood and his men in the May-game.[52] The\nrelation of Robin Hood, John, and the Friar to the May-game morris is\nobscure. \u201cIt plainly appears,\u201d says Ritson, \u201cthat Robin Hood, Little\nJohn, the Friar, and Maid Marian were fitted out at the same time with\nthe morris-dancers, and consequently, it would seem, united with them in\none and the same exhibition,\u201d meaning the morris. But he adds, with\nentire truth, in a note: \u201cit must be confessed that no other direct\nauthority has been met with for constituting Robin Hood and Little John\nintegral characters of the morris-dance.\u201d[53] And further, with less\ntruth so far as the Friar is concerned: \u201cthat Maid Marian and the Friar\nwere almost constantly such is proved beyond the possibility of a\ndoubt.\u201d The Friar is found in Tollet\u2019s window, which Douce speaks of,\ncautiously, as a representation of an English May-game _and_\nmorris-dance. The only \u201cdirect authority,\u201d so far as I am aware, for the\nFriar\u2019s being a party in the morris-dance (unconnected with the\nMay-game) is the late authority of Ben Jonson\u2019s Masque of the\nMetamorphosed Gipsies, 1621, cited by Tollet in his Memoir; where it is\nsaid that the absence of a Maid Marian and a friar is a surer mark than\nthe lack of a hobby-horse that a certain company cannot be\nmorris-dancers.[54] The lady is an essential personage in the\nmorris.[55] How and when she came to receive the appellation of Maid\nMarian in the English morris is unknown. The earliest occurrence of the\nname seems to be in Barclay\u2019s fourth Eclogue,[56] \u201csubjoined to the last\nedition of The Ship of Foles, but originally printed soon after 1500:\u201d\nRitson, I, lxxxvii, ed. 1832. Warton suggested a derivation from the\nFrench Marion, and the idea is extremely plausible. Robin and Marion\nwere the subject of innumerable motets and pastourelles of the\nthirteenth century, and the hero and heroine of a very pretty and lively\nplay, more properly comic opera, composed by Adam de la Halle not far\nfrom 1280. We know from a document of 1392 that this play was annually\nperformed at Angers, at Whitsuntide, and we cannot doubt that it was a\nstock-piece in many places, as from its merits it deserved to be. There\nare as many proverbs about Robin and Marion as there are about Robin\nHood, and the first verse of the play, derived from an earlier song, is\nstill (or was fifty years ago) in the mouths of the peasant girls of\nHainault.[57] In the May-game of June, 1559, described by Machyn, after\nmany other things, they had \u201cRobin Hood and Little John,\u201d and \u201cMaid\nMarian and Friar Tuck,\u201d some dramatic scene, pantomime, or pageant,\nprobably two; but there is nothing of Maid Marian in the two\n(fragmentary) Robin Hood plays which are preserved, both of which, so\nfar as they go, are based on ballads. Anthony Munday, towards the end of\nthe sixteenth century, made a play, full of his own inventions, in which\nRobert, Earl of Huntington, being outlawed, takes refuge in Sherwood,\nwith his chaste love Matilda, daughter of Lord Fitzwaters, and changes\nhis name to Robin Hood, hers to Maid Marian.[58] One S. G., a good deal\nlater, wrote a very bad ballad about the Earl of Huntington and his\nlass, the only ballad in which Maid Marian is more than a name.\nNeglecting these perversions, Maid Marian is a personage in the May-game\nand morris who is not infrequently paired with a friar, and sometimes\nwith Robin Hood, under what relation, in either case, we cannot\nprecisely say. Percy had no occasion to speak of her as Robin\u2019s\nconcubine, and Douce none to call her Robin\u2019s paramour.\n\nThat ballads about Robin Hood were familiar throughout England and\nScotland we know from early testimony. Additional evidence of his\ncelebrity is afforded by the connection of his name with a variety of\nnatural objects and archaic remains over a wide extent of country.\n\n\u201cCairns on Blackdown in Somersetshire, and barrows near to Whitby in\nYorkshire and Ludlow in Shropshire, are termed Robin Hood\u2019s pricks or\nbutts; lofty natural eminences in Gloucestershire and Derbyshire are\nRobin Hood\u2019s hills; a huge rock near Matlock is Robin Hood\u2019s Tor; an\nancient boundary stone in Lincolnshire is Robin Hood\u2019s cross; a presumed\nloggan, or rocking-stone, in Yorkshire is Robin Hood\u2019s penny-stone; a\nfountain near Nottingham, another between Doncaster and Wakefield, and\none in Lancashire are Robin Hood\u2019s wells; a cave in Nottinghamshire is\nhis stable; a rude natural rock in Hope Dale is his chair; a chasm at\nChatsworth is his leap; Blackstone Edge, in Lancashire, is his bed;\nancient oaks, in various parts of the country, are his trees.\u201d[59] All\nsorts of traditions are fitted to the localities where they are known.\nIt would be an exception to ordinary rules if we did not find Robin Hood\ntrees and Robin Hood wells and Robin Hood hills. But, says Wright, in\nhis essay on the Robin Hood ballads (p. 208), the connection of Robin\nHood\u2019s name with mounds and stones is perhaps one of the strongest\nproofs of his mythic character, as if Robin Hood were conceived of as a\ngiant. The fact in question is rather a proof that those names were\nconferred at a time when the real character of Robin Hood was dimly\nremembered. In the oldest ballads Robin Hood is simply a stout yeoman,\none of the best that ever bare bow; in the later ballads he is\nrepeatedly foiled in contests with shepherds and beggars. Is it\nsupposable that those who knew of him even at his best estate, could\ngive him a loggan for a penny-stone? No one has as yet undertaken to\nprove that the ballads are later than the names.[60] Mounds and stones\nbear his name for the same idle reason that \u201cso many others have that of\nKing Arthur, King John, and, for want of a better, that of the\ndevil.\u201d[61]\n\nKuhn, starting with the assumption that the mythical character of Robin\nHood is fully established (by traditions posterior to the ballads and\ncontradictory to their tenor), has sought to show that our courteous\noutlaw is in particular one of the manifestations of Woden. The\nhobby-horse, which, be it borne in mind, though now and then found in\nthe May-game or morris-dance, was never intimately associated, perhaps\nwe may say never at all associated, with Robin Hood, represents, it is\nmaintained, Woden. The fundamental grounds are these. In a Christmas,\nNew Year, or Twelfth Day sport at Paget\u2019s Bromley, Staffordshire, the\nrider of the hobby-horse held a bow and arrow in his hands, with which\nhe made a snapping noise. In a modern Christmas festivity in Kent, the\nyoung people would affix the head of a horse to a pole about four feet\nin length, and tie a cloth round the head to conceal one of the party,\nwho, by pulling a string attached to the horse\u2019s lower jaw, produced a\nsnapping noise as he moved along. This ceremony, according to the\nreporter, was called a _hoodening_, and the figure of the horse a\n_hooden_, \u201ca wooden horse.\u201d[62] The word hooden, according to Kuhn, we\nmay unhesitatingly expound as Woden; Hood is a corruption of \u201cHooden,\u201d\nand this Hooden again conducts us to Woden.\n\n Glosyng is a ful glorious thing certayn.\n\nThe sport referred to is explained in Pegge\u2019s Alphabet of Kenticisms\n(collected 1735\u201336), under the name _hooding_, as a country masquerade\nat Christmas time, which in Derbyshire they call guising, and in other\nplaces mumming; and to the same effect in the Rev. W. D. Parish\u2019s\nDictionary of the Kentish Dialect (soon to be published) under\n_hoodening_, which word is an obvious corruption, or secondary form, of\nhooding. The word hooding, applied to the sport, means just what it does\nin the old English hooding-cloth, a curtain; that is, a covering, and so\na disguise by covering. It is true that wooden is pronounced hooden,[63]\nor ooden, in Kent, and that the hobby-horse had a wooden head, but it is\nquite inconceivable that the sport should receive its name from a\ncircumstance so subordinate as the material of which the horse was made.\nSuch an interpretation would hardly be thought of had not hooding in its\nproper sense long been obsolete. That this is the case is plain from two\nfacts: the hooding used to be accompanied with carol-singing, and the\nRev. Mr Parish informs us that carol-singing on Christmas Eve is still\ncalled hoodening at Monckton, in East Kent. The form Hooden, from which\nRobin\u2019s name is asserted by Kuhn to be corrupted, is invented for the\noccasion. I suppose that no one will think that the hobby-horse-rider\u2019s\ncarrying a bow and arrows, in the single instance of the Staffordshire\nsport, conduces at all to the identifying of Robin Hood with the\nhobby-horse. Whether the Hobby-Horse represents Woden is not material\nhere. It is enough that the Hobby-Horse cannot be shown to represent\nRobin Hood.[64]\n\nI cannot admit that even the shadow of a case has been made out by those\nwho would attach a mythical character either to Robin Hood or to the\noutlaws of Inglewood, Adam Bell, Clim of the Clough, and William of\nCloudesly.[65]\n\nBallads of other nations, relating to classes of men living in revolt\nagainst authority and society, may be expected to show some kind of\nlikeness to the English outlaw-ballads, and such resemblances will be\npointed out upon occasion. Spanish broadside ballads dating from the end\nof the sixteenth century commemorate the valientes and guapos of cities,\nrobbers and murderers of the most flaunting and flagitious description:\nDuran, Romancero, Nos 1331\u201336, 1339\u201343, II, 367 ff.[66] These display\ntowards corregidores, alcaides, customhouse officers, and all the\nministers of government an hostility corresponding to that of Robin Hood\nagainst the sheriff; they empty the jails and deliver culprits from the\ngallows; reminding us very faintly of the Robin Hood broadsides, as of\nthe rescues in Nos 140, 141, the Progress to Nottingham, No 139, in\nwhich Robin Hood, at the age of fifteen, kills fifteen foresters, or of\nYoung Gamwell, in No 128, who begins his career by killing his father\u2019s\nsteward.[67] But Robin Hood and his men, in the most degraded of the\nbroadsides, are tame innocents and law-abiding citizens beside the\nguapos. The Klephts, whose songs are preserved in considerable numbers,\nmostly from the last century and the present, have the respectability of\nbeing engaged, at least in part, in a war against the Turks, and the\nromance of wild mountaineers. They, like Robin Hood, had a marked\nanimosity against monks, and they put beys to ransom as he would an\nabbot or a sheriff. There are Magyar robber-ballads in great number;[68]\nsome of these celebrate Shobri (a man of this century), who spares the\npoor, relieves beggars, pillages priests (but never burns or kills), and\nfears God: Erd\u00e9lyi\u2019s collection, I, 194\u201398, Nos 237\u201339; Arany-Gyulai,\nII, 56, No 49; Kertbeny, Ausgew\u00e4hlte Ungarische Volkslieder, pp 246\u2013251,\nNos 136\u201338; Aigner, pp 198\u2013201. Russian robber-songs are given by\nSakharof, under the title Udaluiya, Skazaniya, 1841, I, iii, 224\u201332;\nRalston, Songs of the Russian People, pp 44\u201350. There are a few Sicilian\nrobber-ballads in Pitr\u00e9, Canti pop. Siciliani, Nos 913\u201316, II, 125\u201337.\n\nThe Gest is a popular epic, composed from several ballads by a poet of a\nthoroughly congenial spirit. No one of the ballads from which it was\nmade up is extant in a separate shape, and some portions of the story\nmay have been of the compiler\u2019s own invention. The decoying of the\nsheriff into the wood, stanzas 181\u2013204, is of the same derivation as the\nlast part of Robin Hood and the Potter, No 121, Little John and Robin\nHood exchanging parts; the conclusion, 451\u201356, is of the same source as\nRobin Hood\u2019s Death, No 120. Though the tale, as to all important\nconsiderations, is eminently original, absolutely so as to the\nconception of Robin Hood, some traits and incidents, as might be\nexpected, are taken from what we may call the general stock of medi\u00e6val\nfiction.\n\nThe story is a three-ply web of the adventures of Robin Hood with a\nknight, with the sheriff of Nottingham, and with the king (the\nconcluding stanzas, 451\u201356, being a mere epilogue), and may be\ndecomposed accordingly. I. How Robin Hood relieved a knight, who had\nfallen into poverty, by lending him money on the security of Our Lady,\nthe first fit, 1\u201381; how the knight recovered his lands, which had been\npledged to Saint Mary Abbey, and set forth to repay the loan, the second\nfit, 82\u2013143; how Robin Hood, having taken twice the sum lent from a monk\nof this abbey, declared that Our Lady had discharged the debt, and would\nreceive nothing more from the knight, the fourth fit, 205\u2013280. II. How\nLittle John insidiously took service with Robin Hood\u2019s standing enemy,\nthe sheriff of Nottingham, and put the sheriff into Robin Hood\u2019s hands,\nthe third fit, 144\u2013204; how the sheriff, who had sworn an oath to help\nand not to harm Robin Hood and his men, treacherously set upon the\noutlaws at a shooting-match, and they were fain to take refuge in the\nknight\u2019s castle; how, missing of Robin Hood, the sheriff made prisoner\nof the knight; and how Robin Hood slew the sheriff and rescued the\nknight, the fifth and sixth fit, 281\u2013353. III. How the king, coming in\nperson to apprehend Robin Hood and the knight, disguised himself as an\nabbot, was stopped by Robin Hood, feasted on his own deer, and\nentertained with an exhibition of archery, in the course of which he was\nrecognized by Robin Hood, who asked his grace and received a promise\nthereof, on condition that he and his men should enter into the king\u2019s\nservice; and how the king, for a jest, disguised himself and his company\nin the green of the outlaws, and going back to Nottingham caused a\ngeneral flight of the people, which he stopped by making himself known;\nhow he pardoned the knight; and how Robin Hood, after fifteen months in\nthe king\u2019s court, heart-sick and deserted by all his men but John and\nScathlock, obtained a week\u2019s leave of the king to go on a pilgrimage to\nSaint Mary Magdalen of Barnsdale, and would never come back in\ntwo-and-twenty years, the seventh and eighth fit, 354\u2013450. A particular\nanalysis may be spared, seeing that many of the details will come out\nincidentally in what follows.\n\nBarnsdale, Robin Hood\u2019s haunt in the Gest, 3, 21, 82, 134, 213, 262,\n440, 442, is a woodland region in the West Riding of Yorkshire, a little\nto the south of Pontefract and somewhat further to the north of\nDoncaster. The river Went is its northern boundary. \u201cThe traveller\nenters upon it [from the south] a little beyond a well-known place\ncalled Robin Hood\u2019s Well [some ten miles north of Doncaster, near\nSkelbrook], and he leaves it when he has descended to Wentbridge.\u201d (For\nWentbridge, see No 121, st. 6; the Gest, 135^1.) A little to the west is\nWakefield, and beyond Wakefield, between that town and Halifax, was the\npriory of Kyrkesly or Kirklees. The Sayles, 18, was a very small tenancy\nof the manor of Pontefract. The great North Road, formerly so called,\nand here, 18, denominated Watling Street (as Roman roads often are),\ncrosses Barnsdale between Doncaster and Ferrybridge.[69] Saint Mary\nAbbey, \u201chere besyde,\u201d 54, was at York, and must have been a good twenty\nmiles from Barnsdale. The knight, 126^4, is said to be \u201cat home in\nVerysdale.\u201d Wyresdale (now Over and Nether Wyersdale) was an extensive\ntract of wild country, part of the old forest of Lancashire, a few miles\nto the southeast of Lancaster. The knight\u2019s son had slain a knight and a\nsquire of Lancaster, #a#, Lancashire, #b#, #f#, #g#, 53. It is very\nlikely, therefore, that the knight\u2019s castle, in the original ballad, was\nin Lancashire. However this may be, it is put in the Gest, 309 f, on the\nway between Nottingham and Robin Hood\u2019s retreat, which must be assumed\nto be Barnsdale. From it, again, Barnsdale is easily accessible to the\nknight\u2019s wife, 334 f.[70] Wherever it lay or lies, the distance from\nNottingham or from Barnsdale, as also the distance from Nottingham to\nBarnsdale (actually some fifty miles), is made nothing of in the\nGest.[71] The sheriff goes a-hunting; John, who is left behind, does not\nstart from Nottingham till more than an hour after noon, takes the\nsheriff\u2019s silver to Barnsdale,[72] runs five miles in the forest, and\nfinds the sheriff still at his sport: 155 f, 168, 176\u201382. We must not be\nnice. Robin Hood has made a vow to go from London to Barnsdale barefoot.\nThe distance thither and back would not be much short of three hundred\nand fifty miles. King Edward allows him a seven-night, and no longer,\n442 f. The compiler of the Gest did not concern himself to adjust these\nmatters. There was evidently at one time a Barnsdale cycle and a\nSherwood cycle of Robin Hood ballads. The sheriff of Nottingham would\nbelong to the Sherwood series (to which Robin Hood and the Monk\nappertains). He is now a capital character in all the old Robin Hood\nballads. If he was adopted from the Sherwood into the Barnsdale set,\nthis was done without a rearrangement of the topography.\n\n5\u20137. Robin Hood will not dine until he has some guest that can pay\nhandsomely for his entertainment, 18, 19, 206, 209; dinner, accordingly,\nis sometimes delayed a long time, 25, 30, 143, 220; to Little John\u2019s\nimpatience, 5, 16, 206, 211. This habit of Robin\u2019s seems to be a\nhumorous imitation of King Arthur, who in numerous romances will not\ndine till some adventure presents itself; a custom which, at least on\none occasion, proves vexatious to his court. Cf. I, 257 f.[73]\n\n8\u201310. Robin\u2019s general piety and his special devotion to the Virgin are\nagain to be remarked in No 118. There is a tale of a knight who had a\ncastle near a public road, and robbed everybody that went by, but said\nhis Ave every day, and never allowed anything to interfere with his so\ndoing, in Legenda Aurea, c. 51, Gr\u00e4sse, p. 221; Hagen, Gesammtabenteuer,\nIII, 563, No 86; Morlini Novell\u00e6, Paris, 1855, p. 269, No 17, etc.\n\n13\u201315. Robin\u2019s practice corresponds closely with Gamelyn\u2019s:\n\n Whil Gamelyn was outlawed hadde he no cors;\n There was no man that for him ferde the wors\n But abbotes and priours, monk and chanoun;\n On hem left he no-thing, whan he mighte hem nom.\n\n vv 779\u201382, ed. Skeat.\n\nFulk Fitz Warine, nor any of his, during the time of his outlawry would\never do hurt to any one except the king and his knights: Wright, p. 77\nf.\n\n45. \u201cDistraint of knighthood,\u201d or the practice of requiring military\ntenants who held 20 _l._ per annum to receive knighthood, or pay a\ncomposition, began under Henry III, as early as 1224, and was continued\nby Edward I. This was regarded as a very serious oppression under James\nI and Charles I, and was abolished in 1642. Stubbs, Constitutional\nHistory, II, 281 f; Hallam, Constitutional History, ed. 1854, I, 338,\nnote x, II, 9, 99.\n\n62\u201366. The knight has no security to offer for a loan \u201cbut God that dyed\non a tree,\u201d and such security, or that of the saints, is peremptorily\nrejected by Robin; but when the knight says that he can offer no other,\nunless it be Our Lady, the Virgin is instantly accepted as entirely\nsatisfactory. In a well-known miracle of Mary, found in most of the\nlarger collections, a Christian, who resorts to a Jew to borrow money,\ntenders Jesus as security, and the Jew, who regards Jesus as a just man\nand a prophet, though not divine, is willing to lend on the terms\nproposed. The Christian, not being able, as he says, to produce Jesus\nChrist in person, takes the Jew to a church, and, standing before an\nimage of the Virgin and Child, causes him to take the hand of the Child,\nsaying, Lord Jesus Christ, whose image I have given as pledge for this\nmoney, and whom I have offered this Jew as my surety, I beg and entreat\nthat, if I shall by any chance be prevented from returning the money to\nthis man upon the day fixed, but shall give it to thee, thou wilt return\nit to him in such manner and form as may please thee. In the sequel this\nmiraculous interposition becomes necessary, and the money is punctually\nrestored, the act of grace being implicitly or distinctly attributed to\nMary rather than her Son; distinctly in an English form of the legend,\nwhere the Christian, especially devoted to the Virgin, offers Saint Mary\nfor his borrow: Horstmann, Die altenglischen Marienlegenden des MS.\nVernon, in Archiv f\u00fcr das Studium der neueren Sprachen, LVI, 232, No\n6.[74]\n\n107. The abbot had retained the chief justice \u201cby robe and fee,\u201d to\ncounsel and aid him in the spoliation of the knight, 93. Taking and\ngiving of robes and fees for such purposes is defined as conspiracy in a\nstatute of Edward I, 1305\u201306; and by another statute, 20 Edward III, c.\nvi, 1346, justices are required to swear that they will take robes and\nfees from no man but the king: et que vos ne prendrez fee, tant come vos\nserez justicz, ne robes, de nul homme, graunt ne petit, sinoun du roi\nmeismes. Statutes of the Realm, I, 145, 305: cited by J. Lewelyn Curtis,\nin Notes and Queries, S. I, VI, 479 f. All the English judges, including\nthe chief justice, were convicted of bribery and were removed, under\nEdward I, 1289.\n\n121. The knight would have given something for the use of the four\nhundred pound had the abbot been civil, though under no obligation to\npay interest. In 270 the knight proffers Robin twenty mark (3\u2153 per cent)\nfor his courtesy, which seemingly small sum was to be accompanied with\nthe valuable gift of a hundred bows and a hundred sheaf of\npeacock-feathered, silver-nocked arrows. But though the abbot had not\nlent for usury, still less had he lent for charity. The knight\u2019s lands\nwere to be forfeited if the loan should not be punctually returned, 86\nf, 94, 106; and of this the knight was entirely aware, 85. \u201cAs for\nmortgaging or pawning,\u201d says Bacon, Of Usury, \u201ceither men will not take\npawns without use, or, if they do, they will look precisely for the\nforfeiture. I remember a cruel moneyed man in the country that would\nsay, The devil take this usury; it keeps us from forfeitures of\nmortgages and bonds.\u201d But troubles, legal or other, might ensue upon\nthis hard-dealing unless the knight would give a quittance, 117 f.\n\n135\u201337. A ram was the prize for an ordinary wrestling-match; but this is\nan occasion which brings together all the best yeomen of the West\nCountry, and the victor is to have a bull, a horse saddled and bridled,\na pair of gloves, a ring, and a pipe of wine. In Gamelyn \u201cthere was set\nup a ram and a ring,\u201d v. 172.\n\n181\u2013204. The sheriff is decoyed into the wood by Robin Hood in No 121,\n56\u201369, No 122, #A#, 18\u201325, #B#, 20\u201327, as here by Little John. Fulk Fitz\nWarine gets his enemy, King John, into his power by a like stratagem.\nFulk, disguised as a collier, is asked by King John if he has seen a\nstag or doe pass. He has seen a horned beast; it had long horns. He\noffers to take the king to the place where he saw it, and begs the king\nto wait while he goes into the thicket to drive the beast that way.\nFulk\u2019s men are in the forest: he tells them that he has brought the king\nwith only three knights; they rush out and seize the king. Fulk says he\nwill have John\u2019s life, but the king promises to restore Fulk\u2019s heritage\nand all that had been taken from him and his men, and to be his friend\nforever after. A pledge of faith is exacted and given, and very happy is\nthe king so to escape. But the king keeps the forced oath no better than\nthe sheriff. Wright, p. 145 ff. There is a passage which has the same\nsource, though differing in details, in Eustace the Monk, Michel, pp.\n36\u201339, vv 995\u20131070. The story is incomparably better here than\nelsewhere.\n\n213\u201333. The black monks are Benedictines. There are two according to 213\nf, 218, 225^4, but the high cellarer only (who in 91\u201393 is exultant over\nthe knight\u2019s forfeiture) is of consequence, and the other is made no\naccount of. Seven score of wight young men, 229^3, is the right number\nfor a band of outlaws; so Gamelyn, v. 628. The sheriff has his seven\nscore in Guy of Gisborn, 13.\n\n243\u201347. \u201cWhat is in your coffers?\u201d So Eustace the monk to the merchant,\nv. 938, p. 34, Michel: \u201cDi-moi combien tu as d\u2019argent.\u201d The merchant\ntells the exact truth, and Eustace, having verified the answer by\ncounting, returns all the money, saying, If you had lied in the least,\nyou would not have carried off a penny. When Eustace asks the same\nquestion of the abbot, v. 1765, p. 64, the abbot answers, after the\nfashion of our cellarer, Four silver marks. Eustace finds thirty marks,\nand returns to the abbot the four which he had confessed.\n\n213\u2013272. Nothing was ever more felicitously told, even in the best _dit_\nor _fabliau_, than the \u201cprocess\u201d of Our Lady\u2019s repaying the money which\nhad been lent on her security. Robin\u2019s slyly significant welcome to the\nmonk upon learning that he is of Saint Mary Abbey, his professed anxiety\nthat Our Lady is wroth with him because she has not sent him his pay,\nJohn\u2019s comfortable suggestion that perhaps the monk has brought it,\nRobin\u2019s incidental explanation of the little business in which the\nVirgin was a party, and request to see the silver in case the monk has\ncome upon her affair, are beautiful touches of humor, and so delicate\nthat it is all but brutal to point them out. The story, however, is an\nold one, and was known, perhaps, wherever monks were known. A complete\nparallel is afforded by Pauli\u2019s Schimpf und Ernst, No 59 (c. 1515). A\nnobleman took a burgess\u2019s son prisoner in war, carried him home to his\ncastle, and shut him up in a tower. After lying there a considerable\ntime, the prisoner asked and obtained an interview with his captor, and\nsaid: Dear lord, I am doing no good here to you or myself, since my\nfriends will not send my ransom. If you would let me go home, I would\ncome back in eight weeks and bring you the money. Whom will you give for\nsurety? asked the nobleman. I have no one to offer, replied the\nprisoner, but the Lord God, and will swear you an oath by him to keep my\nword. The nobleman was satisfied, made his captive swear the oath, and\nlet him go. The hero sold all that he owned, and raised the money, but\nwas three weeks longer in so doing than the time agreed upon. The\nnobleman, one day, when he was riding out with a couple of servants,\nfell in with an abbot or friar who had two fine horses and a man. See\nhere, my good fellows, said the young lord; that monk is travelling with\ntwo horses, as fine as any knight, when he ought to be riding on an ass.\nLook out now, we will play him a turn. So saying, he rode up to the\nmonk, seized the bridle of his horse, and asked, Sir, who are you? Who\nis your lord? The monk answered, I am a servant of God, and he is my\nlord. You come in good time, said the nobleman. I had a prisoner, and\nset him free upon his leaving your lord with me as a surety. But I can\nget nothing from this lord of yours; he is above my power; so I will lay\nhands on his servant; and accordingly made the monk go with him afoot to\nthe castle, where he took from him all that he had. Shortly after, his\nprisoner appeared, fell at his feet, and wished to pay the ransom,\nbegging that he would not be angry, for the money could not be got\nsooner. But the nobleman said, Stand up, my good man. Keep your money,\nand go whither you will, for your surety has paid your ransom. Ed.\nOesterley, p. 49. The gist of the story is in Jacques de Vitry, Sermones\nVulgares, fol. 62, MS. 17,509, Biblioth\u00e8que Nationale, Paris; Scala Celi\n(1480), 159 b, \u201cDe Restitucione,\u201d and elsewhere: see Oesterly\u2019s note, p.\n480. A very amusing variety is the _fabliau_ Du povre Mercier, Barbazan\net M\u00e9on, III, 17; Montaiglon et Raynaud, II, 114; Legrand, III, 93, ed.\n1829.[75]\n\n293^3. Reynolde. Possibly Little John borrows this Reynolde\u2019s name in\n149, but there is no apparent reason why he should. In the following\nvery strange, and to me utterly unintelligible, piece in Ravenscroft\u2019s\nDeuteromelia, which may have been meant to have only enough sense to\nsing, Renold, a miller\u2019s son, mickle of might (was he rechristened\nMuch?), becomes one of Robin Hood\u2019s men. (Deuteromelia, p. 4: London,\nfor Tho. Adams, 1609.)\n\n\n 1\n By Lands-dale hey ho,\n By mery Lands-dale hey ho,\n There dwelt a jolly miller,\n And a very good old man was he, hey ho.\n\n 2\n He had, he had and a sonne a,\n Men called him Renold,\n And mickle of his might\n Was he, was he, hey ho.\n\n 3\n And from his father a wode a,\n His fortune for to seeke,\n From mery Lands-dale\n Wode he, wode he, hey ho.\n\n 4\n His father would him seeke a,\n And found him fast a sleepe;\n Among the leaves greene\n Was he, was he, hey ho.\n\n 5\n He tooke, he tooke him up a,\n All by the lilly-white hand,\n And set him on his feet,\n And bad him stand, hey ho.\n\n 6\n He gave to him a benbow,\n Made all of a trusty tree,\n And arrow\u00ebs in his hand,\n And bad him let them flee.\n\n 7\n And shoote was that that a did a,\n Some say he shot a mile,\n But halfe a mile and more\n Was it, was it, hey ho.\n\n 8\n And at the halfe miles end,\n There stood an armed man;\n The childe he shot him through,\n And through and through, hey ho.[76]\n\n 9\n His beard was all on a white a,\n As white as whale is bone,\n His eyes they were as cleare\n As christall stone, hey ho.\n\n 10\n And there of him they made\n Good yeoman, Robin Rood,\n Scarlet, and Little John,\n And Little John, hey ho.\n\n302\u201305. The Klepht Giphtakis, wounded in knee and hand, exclaims: Where\nare you, my brother, my friend? Come back and take me off, or take off\nmy head, lest the Turk should do so, and carry it to that dog of an Ali\nPacha. (1790. Fauriel, I, 20; Zambelios, p. 621, No 32; Passow, p. 52,\nNo 61.)\n\n357\u201359. The king traverses the whole length of Lancashire and proceeds\nto Plumpton Park, missing many of his deer. Camden, Britannia, II, 175,\ned. 1772, places Plumpton Park on the bank of the Petterel, in\nCumberland, east of Inglewood. (Hunter, p. 30, citing no authority, says\nit was part of the forest of Knaresborough, in Yorkshire.) Since this\nsurvey makes the king wroth with Robin Hood, we must give a\ncorresponding extent to Robin\u2019s operations. And we remember that Wyntoun\nsays that he exercised his profession in Inglewood and Barnsdale.\n\n371 ff. The story of the seventh fit has a general similitude to the\nextensive class of tales, mostly jocular, represented by \u2018The King and\nthe Miller;\u2019 as to which, see further on.\n\n403\u201309. The sport of \u201cpluck-buffet\u201d (424^3) is a feature in the romance\nof Richard C\u0153ur de Lion, 762\u201398, Weber, II, 33 f. Richard is betrayed to\nthe king of Almayne by a minstrel to whom he had given a cold reception,\nand is put in prison. The king\u2019s son, held the strongest man of the\nland, visits the prisoner, and proposes to him an exchange of this sort.\nThe prince gives Richard a clout which makes fire spring from his eyes,\nand goes off laughing, ordering Richard to be well fed, so that he may\nhave no excuse for returning a feeble blow when he takes his turn. The\nnext day, when the prince comes for his payment, Richard, who has waxed\nhis hand by way of preparation, delivers a blow which breaks the young\nchampion\u2019s cheek-bone and fells him dead. There is another instance in\n\u2018The Turke and Gowin,\u2019 Percy MS., Hales and Furnivall, I, 91 ff.\n\n414\u2013450. Robin Hood is pardoned by King Edward on condition of his\nleaving the greenwood with all his company, and taking service at court.\nIn the course of a twelvemonth,[77] keeping up his old profusion, Robin\nhas spent not only all his own money, but all his men\u2019s, in treating\nknights and squires, and at the end of the year all his band have\ndeserted him save John and Scathlock. About this time, chancing to see\nyoung men shooting, the recollection of his life in the woods comes over\nhim so powerfully that he feels that he shall die if he stays longer\nwith the king. He therefore affects to have made a vow to go to\nBarnsdale \u201cbarefoot and woolward.\u201d Upon this plea he obtains from the\nking leave of absence for a week, and, once more in the forest, never\nreports for duty in two and twenty years.\n\nHunter, who could have identified Pigrogromitus and Quinapalus, if he\nhad given his mind to it, sees in this passage, and in what precedes it\nof King Edward\u2019s trip to Nottingham, a plausible semblance of historical\nreality.[78] Edward II, as may be shown from Rymer\u2019s F\u0153dera, made a\nprogress in the counties of York, Lancaster, and Nottingham, in the\nlatter part of the year 1323. He was in Yorkshire in August and\nSeptember, in Lancashire in October, at Nottingham November 9\u201323,\nspending altogether five or six weeks in that neighborhood, and leaving\nit a little before Christmas. \u201cNow it will scarcely be believed, but it\nis, nevertheless, the plain and simple truth, that in documents\npreserved in the Exchequer, containing accounts of expenses in the\nking\u2019s household, we find the name of Robyn Hode, not once, but several\ntimes occurring, receiving, with about eight and twenty others, the pay\nof 3_d._ a day, as one of the \u2018vadlets, porteurs de la chambre\u2019 of the\nking;\u201d these entries running from March 24, 1324, to November 22 of the\nsame year. There are entries of payments to vadlets during the year\npreceding, but unluckily the accountant has put down the sums in gross,\nwithout specifying the names of persons who received regular wages.\nThis, as Hunter remarks, does not quite prove that Robyn Hode had not\nbeen among these persons before Christmas, 1323, but, on the other hand,\naccount-book evidence is lacking to show that he had been. Hunter\u2019s\ninterpretation of the data is that Robyn Hode entered the king\u2019s service\nat Nottingham a little before Christmas, 1323. If this was so, his\ncareer as porter was not only brief, but pitiably checkered. His pay is\ndocked for five days\u2019 absence in May, again for eight days in August,\nthen for fifteen days in October. \u201cHe was growing weary of his new mode\nof life.\u201d Seven days, once more, are deducted in November, and under the\n22d of that month we find this entry: Robyn Hode, jadys un des porteurs,\npoar cas qil ne poait pluis travailler de donn par comandement, v. s.\nAfter this his name no longer appears.\n\nA simple way of reading the Exchequer documents is that one Robert Hood,\nsome time (and, for aught we know, a long time) porter in the king\u2019s\nhousehold, after repeatedly losing time, was finally discharged, with a\npresent of five shillings, because he could not do his work. To detect\n\u201ca remarkable coincidence between the ballad and the record\u201d requires\nnot only a theoretical prepossession, but an uncommon insensibility to\nthe ludicrous.[79] But taking things with entire seriousness, there is\nno correspondence between the ballad and the record other than this:\nthat Robin Hood, who is in the king\u2019s service, leaves it; in the one\ninstance deserting, and in the other being displaced. Hunter himself\ndoes not, as in the case of Adam Bell, insist that the name Robin Hood\nis \u201cpeculiar.\u201d He cites, p. 10, a Robert Hood, citizen of London, who\nsupplied the king\u2019s household with beer, 28 Edward I, and a Robert Hood\nof Wakefield, twice mentioned, 9, 10 Edward II.[80] Another Robert Hood\nat Throckelawe, Northumbria, is thrice mentioned in the Exchequer Rolls,\nEdward I, 19, 20, 30: Rot. Orig. in Cur. Scac. Abbrev., I, 69, 73, 124.\nA Robert Hood is manucaptor for a burgess returned from Lostwithiel,\nCornwall, 7 Edward II, Parliamentary Writs, II, 1019, and another, of\nHowden, York, 10 Edward III, is noted in the Calendar of Patent Rolls,\np. 125, No 31, cited by Ritson. In all these we have six Robin Hoods\nbetween 30 Edward I and 10 Edward III, a period of less than forty\nyears.\n\n433, 435\u201350 are translated by A. Gr\u00fcn, p. 166.\n\n * * * * *\n\n #a.# 1\n Lythe and listin, ge_n_tilmen,\n Th_a_t be of frebore blode;\n I shall you tel of a gode yema_n_,\n His name was Roby_n_ Hode.\n\n 2\n Roby_n_ was a p_r_ude outlaw,\n [Whyles he walked on grounde;\n So curteyse an outlawe] as he was one\n Was never non fou_n_de.\n\n 3\n Roby_n_ stode i_n_ Bernesdale,\n And lenyd hy_m_ to a tre;\n And bi hy_m_ stode Litell John_n_,\n A gode yeman was he.\n\n 4\n And alsoo dyd gode Scarlok,\n And Much, the miller\u2019s so_n_;\n There was none ynch of his bodi\n But it was worth a grome.\n\n 5\n Than bespake Lytell John_n_\n All vntoo Robyn Hode:\n Maister, and ye wolde dyne betyme\n It wolde doo you moche gode.\n\n 6\n Tha_n_ bespake hy_m_ gode Robyn:\n To dyne haue I noo lust,\n Till that I haue so_m_ bolde baro_n_,\n Or som vnkouth gest.\n\n 7\n . . . . . . .\n That may pay for the best,\n Or som knyght or [som] squyer,\n That dwelleth here bi west.\n\n 8\n A gode maner tha_n_ had Robyn;\n In londe where th_a_t he were,\n Euery day or he wold dyne\n Thre messis wolde he here.\n\n 9\n The one i_n_ the worship of the Fad_er_,\n And another of the Holy Gost,\n The thirde of Our der\u00eb Lady,\n That he loued allther moste.\n\n 10\n Roby_n_ loued Oure der\u00eb Lady;\n For dout of dydly synne,\n Wolde he neuer do co_m_pani harme\n Th_a_t any woma_n_ was i_n_.\n\n 11\n \u2018Maistar,\u2019 tha_n_ sayde Lytil John_n_,\n \u2018And we our borde shal sprede,\n Tell vs wheder th_a_t we shal go,\n And what life th_a_t we shall lede.\n\n 12\n \u2018Where we shall take, where we shall leue,\n Where we shall abide behy_n_de;\n Where we shall robbe, where we shal reue,\n Where we shal bete and bynde.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018Therof no force,\u2019 than sayde Robyn;\n \u2018We shall do well inowe;\n But loke ye do no husbonde harme,\n That tilleth with his ploughe.\n\n 14\n \u2018No more ye shall no gode yeman\n That walketh by gren\u00eb-wode shawe;\n Ne no knyght ne no squyer\n Th_a_t wol be a gode felawe.\n\n 15\n \u2018These bisshopp_es_ and these archebishopp_es_,\n Ye shall them bete and bynde;\n The hy\u00eb sherif of Notyingham,\n Hym holde ye in your mynde.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018This worde shalbe holde,\u2019 sayde Lytell John_n_,\n \u2018And this lesson we shall lere;\n It is fer dayes; God sende vs a gest,\n That we were at oure dynere!\u2019\n\n 17\n \u2018Take thy gode bowe in thy ho_n_de,\u2019 sayde Rob[yn];\n \u2018Late Much we_n_de w_i_t_h_ the;\n And so shal Willya_m_ Scarlo[k],\n And no man abyde with me.\n\n 18\n \u2018And walke vp to the Saylis,\n And so to Watli_n_ge Stret[e],\n And wayte after some vnkuth gest,\n Vp chaunce ye may the_m_ mete.\n\n 19\n \u2018Be he erle, or ani baro_n_,\n Abbot, or ani knyght,\n Bringhe hym to lodge to me;\n His dyner shall be dight.\u2019\n\n 20\n They wente vp to the Saylis,\n These yeman all thre;\n They loked est, they loke[d] weest;\n They myght no man see.\n\n 21\n But as they loked i_n_ to Bernysdale,\n Bi a dern\u00eb strete,\n Than came a knyght ridinghe;\n Full sone they gan hym mete.\n\n 22\n All dreri was his semblaunce,\n And lytell was his pryde;\n His one fote in the styrop stode,\n That othere wauyd beside.\n\n 23\n His hode hanged in his iyn two;\n He rode in symple aray;\n A soriar man than he was one\n Rode neuer in somer day.\n\n 24\n Litell John_n_ was full curteyes,\n And sette hym on his kne:\n \u2018Welcom be ye, gentyll knyght,\n Welcom ar ye to me.\n\n 25\n \u2018Welcom be thou to gren\u00eb wode,\n Hend\u00eb knyght and fre;\n My maister hath abide_n_ you fastinge,\n Syr, al these our\u00ebs thre.\u2019\n\n 26\n \u2018Who is thy maister?\u2019 sayde the knyght;\n John_n_ sayde, Robyn Hode;\n \u2018He is [a] gode yoman,\u2019 sayde the knyght,\n \u2018Of hym I haue herde moche gode.\n\n 27\n \u2018I graunte,\u2019 he sayde, \u2018with you to wende,\n My bretherne, all in fere;\n My purpos was to haue dyned to day\n At Blith or Dancastere.\u2019\n\n 28\n Furth than went this gentyl knight,\n With a carefull chere;\n The teris oute of his iyen ran,\n And fell downe by his lere.\n\n 29\n They brought hym to the lodg\u00eb-dore;\n Whan Robyn hym gan see,\n Full curtesly dyd of his hode\n And sette hym on his knee.\n\n 30\n \u2018Welcome, sir knight,\u2019 than sayde Robyn,\n \u2018Welcome art thou to me;\n I haue abyden you fastinge, sir,\n All these ouris thre.\u2019\n\n 31\n Than answered the gentyll knight,\n With word\u00ebs fayre and fre;\n God the saue, goode Robyn,\n And all thy fayre meyn\u00eb.\n\n 32\n They wasshed togeder and wyped bothe,\n And sette to theyr dynere;\n Brede and wyne they had right ynoughe,\n And noumbles of the dere.\n\n 33\n Swannes and fessauntes they had full gode,\n And foules of the ryuere;\n There fayled none so litell a birde\n That euer was bred on bryre.\n\n 34\n \u2018Do gladly, sir knight,\u2019 sayde Robyn;\n \u2018Gramarcy, sir,\u2019 sayde he;\n \u2018Suche a dinere had I nat\n Of all these wekys thre.\n\n 35\n \u2018If I come ageyne, Robyn,\n Here by thys contr\u00eb,\n As gode a dyner I shall the make\n As that thou haest made to me.\u2019\n\n 36\n \u2018Gramarcy, knyght,\u2019 sayde Robyn;\n \u2018My dyner whan that I it haue,\n I was neuer so gredy, bi dere worthy God,\n My dyner for to craue.\n\n 37\n \u2018But pay or ye wende,\u2019 sayde Robyn;\n \u2018Me thynketh it is gode ryght;\n It was neuer the maner, by dere worthi God,\n A yoman to pay for a knyhht.\u2019\n\n 38\n \u2018I haue nought i_n_ my coffers,\u2019 saide the knyght,\n \u2018That I may prefer for shame:\u2019\n \u2018Litell John_n_, go loke,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018Ne let nat for no blame.\n\n 39\n \u2018Tel me truth,\u2019 than saide Robyn,\n \u2018So God haue parte of the:\u2019\n \u2018I haue no more but ten shelynges,\u2019 sayde the knyght,\n \u2018So God haue parte of me.\u2019\n\n 40\n If thou hast no more,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018I woll nat one peny;\n And yf thou haue nede of any more,\n More shall I lend the.\n\n 41\n \u2018Go nowe furth, Littell John_n_,\n The truth tell thou me;\n If there be no more but ten shelinges,\n No peny that I se.\u2019\n\n 42\n Lyttell John_n_ sprede downe hys mantell\n Full fayre vpon the grounde,\n And there he fonde in the knyght\u00ebs cofer\n But euen halfe [a] pounde.\n\n 43\n Littell John_n_ let it lye full styll,\n And went to hys maysteer [full] lowe;\n \u2018What tidyng\u00ebs, John_n_?\u2019 sayde Robyn;\n \u2018Sir, the knyght is true inowe.\u2019\n\n 44\n \u2018Fyll of the best wine,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018The knyght shall begynne;\n Moche wo_n_der thi_n_keth me\n Thy clot[h]ynge is so thin[n]e.\n\n 45\n \u2018Tell me [one] worde,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018And counsel shal it be;\n I trowe thou warte made a knyght of force,\n Or ellys of yemanry.\n\n 46\n \u2018Or ellys thou hast bene a sori husbande,\n And lyued in stroke and stryfe;\n An okerer, or ellis a lechoure,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018Wyth wronge hast led thy lyfe.\u2019\n\n 47\n \u2018I am none of those,\u2019 sayde the knyght,\n \u2018By God that mad\u00eb me;\n An hundred wy_n_ter here before\n Myn auncetres knyghtes haue be.\n\n 48\n \u2018But oft it hath befal, Robyn,\n A man hath be disgrate;\n But God that sitteth in heuen aboue\n May amende his state.\n\n 49\n \u2018Withyn this two yere, Robyne,\u2019 he sayde,\n \u2018My neghbours well it knowe,\n Foure hundred pounde of gode money\n Ful well than myght I spende.\n\n 50\n \u2018Nowe haue I no gode,\u2019 saide the knyght,\n \u2018God hath shaped such an ende,\n But my chyldren and my wyfe,\n Tyll God yt may amende.\u2019\n\n 51\n \u2018In what maner,\u2019 than sayde Robyn,\n \u2018Hast thou lorne thy rychesse? \u2019\n \u2018For my great\u00eb foly,\u2019 he sayde,\n \u2018And for my kynd[\u00eb]nesse.\n\n 52\n \u2018I hade a sone, forsoth, Robyn,\n That shulde hau[e] ben myn ayre,\n Whanne he was twenty wynter olde,\n In felde wolde iust full fayre.\n\n 53\n \u2018He slewe a knyght of Lancaster,\n And a squyer bolde;\n For to saue hym in his ryght\n My godes both sette and solde.\n\n 54\n \u2018My londes both sette to wedde, Robyn,\n Vntyll a certayn day,\n To a ryche abbot here besyde\n Of Seynt Mari Abbey.\u2019\n\n 55\n \u2018What is the som?\u2019 sayde Robyn;\n \u2018Trouth than tell thou me;\u2019\n \u2018Sir,\u2019 he sayde, \u2018foure hundred pounde;\n The abbot told it to me.\u2019\n\n 56\n \u2018Nowe and thou lese thy lond,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018What woll fall of the?\u2019\n \u2018Hastely I wol me buske,\u2019 sayd the knyght,\n \u2018Ouer the salt\u00eb see,\n\n 57\n \u2018And se w[h]ere Criste was quyke and dede,\n On the mount of Caluer\u00eb;\n Fare wel, frende, and haue gode day;\n It may no better be.\u2019\n\n 58\n Teris fell out of hys iyen two;\n He wolde haue gone hys way:\n \u2018Farewel, frende, and haue gode day;\n I ne haue no more to pay.\u2019\n\n 59\n \u2018Where be thy frend\u00ebs?\u2019 sayde Robyn:\n \u2018Syr, neuer one wol me knowe;\n While I was ryche ynowe at home\n Great boste than wolde they blowe.\n\n 60\n \u2018And nowe they renne away fro me,\n As bestis on a rowe;\n They take no more hede of me\n Thanne they had me neuer sawe.\u2019\n\n 61\n For ruthe thanne wept Litell John_n_,\n Scarlok and Muche in fere;\n \u2018Fyl of the best wyne,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018For here is a symple chere.\n\n 62\n \u2018Hast thou any frende,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018Thy borowe that wold\u00eb be? \u2019\n \u2018I haue none,\u2019 than sayde the knyght,\n \u2018But God that dyed on tree.\u2019\n\n 63\n \u2018Do away thy iapis,\u2019 than sayde Robyn,\n \u2018Thereof wol I right none;\n Wenest thou I wolde haue God to borowe,\n Peter, Poule, or John_n_?\n\n 64\n \u2018Nay, by hym that me made,\n And shope both sonne and mone,\n Fynde me a better borowe,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018Or money getest thou none.\u2019\n\n 65\n \u2018I haue none other,\u2019 sayde the knyght,\n \u2018The sothe for to say,\n But yf yt be Our der\u00eb Lady;\n She fayled me neuer or thys day.\u2019\n\n 66\n \u2018By dere worthy God,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018To seche all Englonde thorowe,\n Yet fonde I neuer to my pay\n A moche better borowe.\n\n 67\n \u2018Come nowe furth, Litell John_n_,\n And go to my tresour\u00eb,\n And bringe me foure hundered pound,\n And loke well tolde it be.\u2019\n\n 68\n Furth tha_n_ went Litell John_n_,\n And Scarlok went before;\n He tolde oute foure hundred pounde\n By eight and twenty score.\n\n 69\n \u2018Is thys well tolde?\u2019 sayde [litell] Much;\n John_n_ sayde, \u2018What gre[ue]th the?\n It is almus to helpe a gentyll knyght,\n That is fal in pouert\u00eb.\n\n 70\n \u2018Master,\u2019 than sayde Lityll John,\n \u2018His clothinge is full thynne;\n Ye must gyue the knight a lyueray,\n To lappe his body therin.\n\n 71\n \u2018For ye haue scarlet and grene, mayster,\n And man[y] a riche aray;\n Ther is no marchau_n_t in mery Englond\n So ryche, I dare well say.\u2019\n\n 72\n \u2018Take hym thre yerdes of euery colour,\n And loke well mete that it be;\u2019\n Lytell John_n_ toke none other mesure\n But his bow\u00eb-tree.\n\n 73\n And at euery handfull that he met\n He lep\u00ebd foot\u00ebs three;\n \u2018What deuyll\u00ebs drapar,\u2019 sayid litell Muche,\n \u2018Thynkest thou for to be?\u2019\n\n 74\n Scarlok stode full stil and loughe,\n And sayd, By God Almyght,\n John_n_ may gyue hym gode mesure,\n For it costeth hym but lyght.\n\n 75\n \u2018Mayster,\u2019 than said Litell John_n_\n To gentill Robyn Hode,\n \u2018Ye must giue the knig[h]t a hors,\n To lede home this gode.\u2019\n\n 76\n \u2018Take hy_m_ a gray coursar,\u2019 sayde Roby_n_,\n \u2018And a saydle newe;\n He is Oure Ladye\u2019s messangere;\n God graunt that he be true.\u2019\n\n 77\n \u2018And a gode palfray,\u2019 sayde lytell Much,\n \u2018To mayntene hym in his right;\u2019\n \u2018And a peyre of bot\u00ebs,\u2019 sayde Scarlock,\n \u2018For he is a gentyll knight.\u2019\n\n 78\n \u2018What shalt thou gyue hy_m_, Litell John?\u2019 said Roby_n_;\n \u2018Sir, a peyre of gilt sporis clene,\n To pray for all this co_m_pany;\n God bri_n_ge hy_m_ oute of tene.\u2019\n\n 79\n \u2018Wha_n_ shal mi day be,\u2019 said the knight,\n \u2018Sir, and your wyll be?\u2019\n \u2018This day twelue moneth,\u2019 saide Robyn,\n \u2018Vnder this gren\u00eb-wode tre.\n\n 80\n \u2018It were greate sham\u00eb,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018A knight alone to ryde,\n Without\u00eb squyre, yoman, or page,\n To walk\u00eb by his syde.\n\n 81\n \u2018I shall the lende Litell John, my man,\n For he shalbe thy knaue;\n In a yema[n]\u2019s stede he may the stande,\n If thou greate ned\u00eb haue.\u2019\n\n\n THE SECONDE FYTTE.\n\n 82\n Now is the knight gone on his way;\n This game hym thought full gode;\n Wha_n_ne he loked on Bernesdale\n He blessyd Roby_n_ Hode.\n\n 83\n And wha_n_ne he thought on Bernysdale,\n On Scarlok, Much, and John_n_,\n He blyssyd them for the best company\n #b.#\n That euer he in come.\n\n 84\n Then spake that gentyll knyght,\n To Lytel Johan gan he saye,\n To-morrowe I must to Yorke toune,\n To Saynt Mary abbay.\n\n 85\n And to the abbot of that place\n Foure hondred pounde I must pay;\n And but I be there vpon this nyght\n My londe is lost for ay.\n\n 86\n The abbot sayd to his couent,\n There he stode on grounde,\n This day twelfe moneth came there a knyght\n And borowed foure hondred pounde.\n\n 87\n [He borowed foure hondred pounde,]\n Upon all his lond\u00eb fre;\n But he come this ylk\u00eb day\n Dysheryte shall he be.\n\n 88\n \u2018It is full erely,\u2019 sayd the pryoure,\n \u2018The day is not yet ferre gone;\n I had leuer to pay an hondred pounde,\n And lay downe anone.\n\n 89\n \u2018The knyght is ferre beyonde the see,\n In Englonde is his ryght,\n And suffreth honger and colde,\n And many a sory nyght.\n\n 90\n \u2018It were grete pyt\u00eb,\u2019 said the pryoure,\n \u2018So to haue his londe;\n And ye be so lyght of your consyence,\n Ye do to hym moch wronge.\u2019\n\n 91\n \u2018Thou arte euer in my berde,\u2019 sayd the abbot,\n \u2018By God and Saynt Rycharde;\u2019\n With that cam in a fat-heded monke,\n The heygh selerer.\n\n 92\n \u2018He is dede or hanged,\u2019 sayd the monke,\n \u2018By God that bought me dere,\n And we shall haue to spende in this place\n Foure hondred pounde by yere.\u2019\n\n 93\n The abbot and the hy selerer\n Stert\u00eb forthe full bolde,\n The [hye] iustyce of Englonde\n The abbot there dyde holde.\n\n 94\n The hy\u00eb iustyce and many mo\n Had take in to they[r] honde\n Holy all the knyght\u00ebs det,\n To put that knyght to wronge.\n\n 95\n They demed the knyght wonder sore,\n The abbot and his meyn\u00eb:\n \u2018But he come this ylk\u00eb day\n Dysheryte shall he be.\u2019\n\n 96\n \u2018He wyll not come yet,\u2019 sayd the iustyce,\n \u2018I dare well vndertake;\u2019\n But in sorowe tym\u00eb for them all\n The knyght came to the gate.\n\n 97\n Than bespake that gentyll knyght\n Untyll his meyn\u00eb:\n Now put on your symple wedes\n That ye brought fro the see.\n\n 98\n [They put on their symple wedes,]\n They came to the gates anone;\n The porter was redy hymselfe,\n And welcomed them euerychone.\n\n 99\n \u2018Welcome, syr knyght,\u2019 sayd the porter;\n \u2018My lorde to mete is he,\n And so is many a gentyll man,\n For the loue of the.\u2019\n\n 100\n The porter swore a full grete othe,\n \u2018By God that mad\u00eb me,\n Here be the best coresed hors\n That euer yet sawe I me.\n\n 101\n \u2018Lede them in to the stable,\u2019 he sayd,\n \u2018That eased myght they be;\u2019\n \u2018They shall not come therin,\u2019 sayd the knyght,\n \u2018By God that dyed on a tre.\u2019\n\n 102\n Lord\u00ebs were to mete isette\n In that abbotes hall;\n The knyght went forth and kneled downe,\n And salued them grete and small.\n\n 103\n \u2018Do gladly, syr abbot,\u2019 sayd the knyght,\n \u2018I am come to holde my day:\u2019\n The fyrst word the abbot spake,\n \u2018Hast thou brought my pay?\u2019\n\n 104\n \u2018Not one peny,\u2019 sayd the knyght,\n \u2018By God that maked me;\u2019\n \u2018Thou art a shrewed dettour,\u2019 sayd the abbot;\n \u2018Syr iustyce, drynke to me.\n\n 105\n \u2018What doost thou here,\u2019 sayd the abbot,\n \u2018But thou haddest brought thy pay?\u2019\n \u2018For God,\u2019 than sayd the knyght,\n \u2018To pray of a lenger daye.\u2019\n\n 106\n \u2018Thy daye is broke,\u2019 sayd the iustyce,\n \u2018Londe getest thou none:\u2019\n \u2018Now, good syr iustyce, be my frende,\n And fende me of my fone!\u2019\n\n 107\n \u2018I am holde with the abbot,\u2019 sayd the iustyce,\n \u2018Both with cloth and fee:\u2019\n \u2018Now, good syr sheryf, be my frende!\u2019\n \u2018Nay, for God,\u2019 sayd he.\n\n 108\n \u2018Now, good syr abbot, be my frende,\n For thy curteys\u00eb,\n And holde my lond\u00ebs in thy honde\n Tyll I haue made the gree!\n\n 109\n \u2018And I wyll be thy true seruaunte,\n And trewely seru\u00eb the,\n Tyl ye haue foure hondred pounde\n Of money good and free.\u2019\n\n 110\n The abbot sware a full grete othe,\n \u2018By God that dyed on a tree,\n Get the londe where thou may,\n For thou getest none of me.\u2019\n\n 111\n \u2018By dere worthy God,\u2019 then sayd the knyght,\n \u2018That all this world\u00eb wrought,\n But I haue my londe agayne,\n Full dere it shall be bought.\n\n 112\n \u2018God, that was of a mayden borne,\n Leue vs well to spede!\n For it is good to assay a frende\n Or that a man haue nede.\u2019\n\n 113\n The abbot lothely on hym gan loke,\n And vylaynesly hym gan call;\n \u2018Out,\u2019 he sayd, \u2018thou fals\u00eb knyght,\n Spede the out of my hall!\u2019\n\n 114\n \u2018Thou lyest,\u2019 then sayd the gentyll knyght,\n \u2018Abbot, in thy hal;\n False knyght was I neuer,\n By God that made vs all.\u2019\n\n 115\n Vp then stode that gentyll knyght,\n To the abbot sayd he,\n To suffre a knyght to knele so longe,\n Thou canst no curteysye.\n\n 116\n In ioust\u00ebs and in tournement\n Full ferre than haue I be,\n And put my selfe as ferre in prees\n As ony that euer I se.\n\n 117\n \u2018What wyll ye gyue more,\u2019 sayd the iustice,\n \u2018And the knyght shall make a releyse?\n And elles dare I safly swere\n Ye holde neuer your londe in pees.\u2019\n\n 118\n \u2018An hondred pounde,\u2019 sayd the abbot;\n The justice sayd, Gyue hym two;\n \u2018Nay, be God,\u2019 sayd the knyght,\n #a.#\n \u2018Yit gete ye it not so.\n\n 119\n \u2018Though ye wolde gyue a thousand more,\n Yet were ye neuer the nere;\n Shall there neuer be myn heyre\n Abbot, iustice, ne frere.\u2019\n\n 120\n He stert hy_m_ to a borde anone,\n Tyll a table rounde,\n And there he shoke oute of a bagge\n Eue_n_ four hundred pou_n_d.\n\n 121\n \u2018Haue here thi golde, sir abbot,\u2019 saide the knight,\n \u2018Which th_a_t thou le_n_test me;\n Had thou ben curtes at my comynge,\n Rewarded shuldest thou haue be.\u2019\n\n 122\n The abbot sat styll, and ete no more,\n For all his ryall fare;\n He cast his hede on his shulder,\n And fast began to stare.\n\n 123\n \u2018Take me my golde agayne,\u2019 saide the abbot,\n \u2018Sir iustice, th_a_t I toke the:\u2019\n \u2018Not a peni,\u2019 said the iustice,\n \u2018Bi Go[d, that dy]ed on tree.\u2019\n\n 124\n \u2018Sir [abbot, and ye me]n of lawe,\n #b.#\n Now haue I holde my daye;\n Now shall I haue my londe agayne,\n For ought that you can saye.\u2019\n\n 125\n The knyght stert out of the dore,\n Awaye was all his care,\n And on he put his good clothynge,\n The other he lefte there.\n\n 126\n He wente hym forth full mery syngynge,\n As men haue tolde in tale;\n His lady met hym at the gate,\n At home in Verysdale.\n\n 127\n \u2018Welcome, my lorde,\u2019 sayd his lady;\n \u2018Syr, lost is all your good?\u2019\n \u2018Be mery, dame,\u2019 sayd the knyght,\n #a.#\n \u2018And pray for Robyn Hode,\n\n 128\n \u2018That euer his soul\u00eb be in blysse:\n He holpe me out of tene;\n Ne had be his kynd\u00ebnesse,\n Beggers had we bene.\n\n 129\n \u2018The abbot and I accorded ben,\n He is s_er_ued of his pay;\n The god yoma_n_ le_n_t it me,\n As I cam by the way.\u2019\n\n 130\n This knight than dwelled fayre at home,\n The sothe for to saye,\n Tyll he had gete four hundred pound,\n Al redy for to pay.\n\n 131\n He purueyed hi_m_ an hundred bowes,\n The stryng\u00ebs well ydyght,\n An hundred shefe of arow\u00ebs gode,\n The hedys burneshed full bryght;\n\n 132\n And euery arowe an ell\u00eb longe,\n With pecok wel idyght,\n Inocked all w_i_t_h_ whyte siluer;\n It was a semely syght.\n\n 133\n He purueyed hym an [hondreth men],\n Well harness[ed in that stede],\n #b.#\n And hym selfe in that same sete,\n And clothed in whyte and rede.\n\n 134\n He bare a launsgay in his honde,\n And a man ledde his male,\n And reden with a lyght songe\n Vnto Bernysdale.\n\n 135\n But as he we_n_t at a brydge ther was a wrastely_n_g,\n And there taryed was he,\n And there was all the best yemen\n Of all the west countree.\n\n 136\n A full fayre game there was vp set,\n A whyte bulle vp i-pyght,\n A grete courser, with sadle and brydil,\n #a.#\n With golde burnyssht full bryght.\n\n 137\n A payre of gloues, a rede golde rynge,\n A pype of wyne, in fay;\n What man that bereth hym best i-wys\n The pryce shall bere away.\n\n 138\n There was a yoman in that place,\n And best worthy was he,\n And for he was ferre and frembde bested,\n Slayne he shulde haue be.\n\n 139\n The knight had ruthe of this yoman,\n In plac\u00eb where he stode;\n He sayde that yoman shulde haue no harme,\n For loue of Robyn Hode.\n\n 140\n The knyght presed in to the place,\n An hundreth folowed hym [free],\n With bow\u00ebs bent and arow\u00ebs sharpe,\n For to shende that companye.\n\n 141\n They shulderd all and made hym rome,\n To wete what he wolde say;\n He toke the yema_n_ bi the ha_n_de,\n And gaue hy_m_ al the play.\n\n 142\n He gaue hy_m_ fyue marke for his wyne,\n There it lay on the molde.\n And bad it shulde be set a broche,\n Drynk\u00eb who so wolde.\n\n 143\n Thus longe taried this gentyll knyght,\n Tyll that play was done;\n So longe abode Robyn fastinge,\n Thre hour\u00ebs after the none.\n\n\n THE THIRDE FYTTE.\n\n 144\n Lyth and lystyn, gentilmen,\n All that nowe be here;\n Of Litell John_n_, that was the knight\u00ebs man,\n Goode myrth ye shall here.\n\n 145\n It was vpon a mery day\n That yonge men wolde go shete;\n Lytell John_n_ fet his bowe anone,\n And sayde he wolde them mete.\n\n 146\n Thre tymes Litell John_n_ shet aboute,\n And alwey he slet the wande;\n The proud\u00eb sherif of Notingham\n By the mark\u00ebs can stande.\n\n 147\n The sherif swore a full greate othe:\n \u2018By hy_m_ th_a_t dyede on a tre,\n This ma_n_ is the best arsch\u00e9re\n That euer yet sawe I [me.]\n\n 148\n \u2018Say me nowe, wight yonge man,\n What is nowe thy name?\n In what countre were thou borne,\n And where is thy wonynge wane?\u2019\n\n 149\n \u2018In Holdernes, sir, I was borne,\n I-wys al of my dame;\n Me_n_ cal me Reynolde Gren\u00eblef\n Whan I am at home.\u2019\n\n 150\n \u2018Sey me, Reyno[l]de Gren\u00eblefe,\n Wolde thou dwell with me?\n And euery yere I woll the gyue\n Twenty marke to thy fee.\u2019\n\n 151\n \u2018I haue a maister,\u2019 sayde Litell John_n_,\n \u2018A curteys knight is he;\n May ye leu\u00eb gete of hym,\n The better may it be.\u2019\n\n 152\n The sherif gate Litell John\n Twelue moneth\u00ebs of the knight;\n Therfore he gaue him right anone\n A gode hors and a wight.\n\n 153\n Nowe is Litell John the sherif\u00ebs man,\n God lende vs well to spede!\n But alwey thought Lytell John\n To quyte hym wele his mede.\n\n 154\n \u2018Nowe so God me help\u00eb,\u2019 sayde Litell John,\n \u2018And by my true leutye,\n I shall be the worst seruaunt to hym\n Th_a_t euer yet had he.\u2019\n\n 155\n It fell vpo_n_ a Wednesday\n The sherif on huntynge was gone,\n And Litel Iohn lay i_n_ his bed,\n And was foriete at home.\n\n 156\n Therfore he was fasti_n_ge\n Til it was past the none;\n \u2018Gode sir stuarde, I pray to the,\n Gyue me my dynere,\u2019 saide Litell John.\n\n 157\n \u2018It is longe for Gren\u00eblefe\n Fasti_n_ge thus for to be;\n Therfor I pray the, sir stuarde,\n Mi dyner gif me.\u2019\n\n 158\n \u2018Shalt thou neuer ete ne dry_n_ke,\u2019 saide the stuarde,\n \u2018Tyll my lorde be come to towne:\u2019\n \u2018I make myn auowe to God,\u2019 saide Litell John,\n \u2018I had leuer to crake thy crowne.\u2019\n\n 159\n The boteler was full vncurteys,\n There he stode on flore;\n He start to the botery\n And shet fast the dore.\n\n 160\n Lytell John_n_ gaue the boteler suche a tap\n His backe went nere in two;\n Though he liued an hundred ier,\n The wors shuld he go.\n\n 161\n He sporned the dore w_i_t_h_ his fote;\n It went ope_n_ wel and fyne;\n And there he made large lyueray,\n Bothe of ale and of wyne.\n\n 162\n \u2018Sith ye wol nat dyne,\u2019 sayde Litell John,\n \u2018I shall gyue you to drinke;\n And though ye lyue an hundred wynter,\n On Lytel John_n_ ye shall thinke.\u2019\n\n 163\n Litell John ete, and Litel John drank,\n The whil\u00eb that he wolde;\n The sherife had i_n_ his kechy_n_ a coke,\n A stoute man and a bolde.\n\n 164\n \u2018I make myn auowe to God,\u2019 saide the coke,\n \u2018Thou arte a shrewde hynde\n In ani hous for to dwel,\n For to ask\u00eb th_us_ to dyne.\u2019\n\n 165\n And there he lent Litell John\n God[\u00eb] strokis thre;\n \u2018I make myn auowe to God,\u2019 sayde Lytell John,\n \u2018These strokis lyked well me.\n\n 166\n \u2018Thou arte a bolde man and hardy,\n And so thi_n_keth me;\n And or I pas fro this place\n Assayed better shalt thou be.\u2019\n\n 167\n Lytell John_n_ drew a ful gode sworde,\n The coke toke another in hande;\n They thought no thynge for to fle,\n But stifly for to stande.\n\n 168\n There they faught sore togedere\n Two myl\u00eb way and well more;\n Myght neyther other harme done,\n The mountnaunce of an owre.\n\n 169\n \u2018I make my_n_ auowe to God,\u2019 sayde Litell John_n_,\n \u2018And by my true lewt\u00eb,\n Thou art one of the best sworde-men\n That euer yit sawe I [me.]\n\n 170\n \u2018Cowdest thou shote as well in a bowe,\n To gren\u00eb wode thou shuldest with me,\n And two times in the yere thy clothinge\n Chaunged shuld\u00eb be;\n\n 171\n \u2018And euery yere of Robyn Hode\n Twe_n_ty merke to thy fe:\u2019\n \u2018Put vp thy swerde,\u2019 saide the coke,\n \u2018And felow\u00ebs woll we be.\u2019\n\n 172\n Thanne he fet to Lytell John_n_\n The nowmbles of a do,\n Gode brede, and full gode wyne;\n They ete and drank theretoo.\n\n 173\n And when they had dronkyn well,\n Theyre trouth\u00ebs togeder they plight\n That they wo[l]de be with Robyn\n That ylk\u00eb sam\u00eb nyght.\n\n 174\n They dyd them to the tresoure-hows,\n As fast as they myght gone;\n The lokk\u00ebs, that were of full gode stele,\n They brake them euerichone.\n\n 175\n They toke away the siluer vessell,\n And all th_a_t thei mig[h]t get;\n Pecis, masars, ne sponis,\n Wolde thei not forget.\n\n 176\n Also [they] toke the god\u00eb pe_n_s,\n Thre hundred pounde and more,\n And did them st[r]eyte to Robyn Hode,\n Under the gren\u00eb wode hore.\n\n 177\n \u2018God the saue, my der\u00eb mayster,\n And Criste the saue and se!\u2019\n And thanne sayde Robyn to Litell John_n_,\n Welcome myght thou be.\n\n 178\n \u2018Also be that fayre yeman\n Thou bryngest there with the;\n What tydyng\u00ebs fro Noty[n]gham?\n Lytill John_n_, tell thou me.\u2019\n\n 179\n \u2018Well the gretith the proud\u00eb sheryf,\n And sende[th] the here by me\n His coke and his siluer vessell,\n And thre hundred pounde and thre.\u2019\n\n 180\n \u2018I make myne avowe to God,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018And to the Trenyt\u00eb,\n It was neuer by his gode wyll\n This gode is come to me.\u2019\n\n 181\n Lytyll John_n_ there hym bethought\n On a shrewde wyle;\n Fyue myle i_n_ the forest he ran,\n Hym happed all his wyll.\n\n 182\n Than he met the proud\u00eb sheref,\n Huntynge with houndes and horne;\n Lytell John_n_ coude of curtesye,\n And knelyd hym beforne.\n\n 183\n \u2018God the saue, my der\u00eb mayster,\n And Criste the saue and se!\u2019\n \u2018Reynolde Gren\u00eblefe,\u2019 sayde the shryef,\n \u2018Where hast thou nowe be?\u2019\n\n 184\n \u2018I haue be in this forest;\n A fayre syght can I se;\n It was one of the fayrest syghtes\n That euer yet sawe I me.\n\n 185\n \u2018Yonder I sawe a ryght fayre harte,\n His coloure is of grene;\n Seuen score of dere vpon a herde\n Be with hym all bydene.\n\n 186\n \u2018Their tynd\u00ebs are so sharpe, maister,\n Of sexty, and well mo,\n That I durst not shote for drede,\n Lest they wolde me slo.\u2019\n\n 187\n \u2018I make myn auowe to God,\u2019 sayde the shyref,\n \u2018That syght wolde I fayne se:\u2019\n \u2018Buske you thyderwarde, mi der\u00eb mayster,\n Anone, and we_n_de w_i_t_h_ me.\u2019\n\n 188\n The sherif rode, and Litell John_n_\n Of fote he was full smerte,\n And whane they came before Robyn,\n \u2018Lo, sir, here is the mayster-herte.\u2019\n\n 189\n Still stode the proud\u00eb sherief,\n A sory man was he;\n \u2018Wo the worthe, Raynolde Gren\u00eblefe,\n Thou hast betrayed nowe me.\u2019\n\n 190\n \u2018I make myn auowe to God,\u2019 sayde Litell John_n_,\n \u2018Mayster, ye be to blame;\n I was mysserued of my dynere\n Whan I was w_i_t_h_ you at home.\u2019\n\n 191\n Sone he was to souper sette,\n And serued well w_i_t_h_ siluer white,\n And whan the sherif sawe his vessell,\n For sorowe he myght nat ete.\n\n 192\n \u2018Make glad chere,\u2019 sayde Robyn Hode,\n \u2018Sherif, for charit\u00eb,\n And for the loue of Litill John_n_\n Thy lyfe I graunt to the.\u2019\n\n 193\n Wha_n_ they had souped well,\n The day was al gone;\n Robyn co_m_mau_n_de[d] Litell John_n_\n To drawe of his hosen and his shone;\n\n 194\n His kirtell, and his cote of pie,\n That was fured well and fine,\n And to[ke] hy_m_ a grene ma_n_tel,\n To lap his body therin.\n\n 195\n Robyn com_m_au_n_dyd his wight yonge men,\n Vnder the gren\u00eb-wode tree,\n They shulde lye in that same sute,\n That the sherif myght them see.\n\n 196\n All nyght lay the proud\u00eb sherif\n In his breche and in his [s]chert;\n No wonder it was, in gren\u00eb wode,\n Though his syd\u00ebs gan to smerte.\n\n 197\n \u2018Make glade chere,\u2019 sayde Robyn Hode,\n \u2018Sheref, for charit\u00eb;\n For this is our ordre i-wys,\n Vnder the gren\u00eb-wode tree.\u2019\n\n 198\n \u2018This is harder order,\u2019 sayde the sherief,\n \u2018Than any ankir or frere;\n For all the golde in mery Englonde\n I wolde nat longe dwell her.\u2019\n\n 199\n \u2018All this twelue monthes,\u2019 sayde Robin,\n \u2018Thou shalt dwell with me;\n I shall the tech\u00eb, proud\u00eb sherif,\n An outlaw\u00eb for to be.\u2019\n\n 200\n \u2018Or I be here another nyght,\u2019 sayde the sherif,\n \u2018Robyn, nowe pray I the,\n Smyte of mijn hede rather to-morowe,\n And I forgyue it the.\n\n 201\n \u2018Lat me go,\u2019 tha_n_ sayde the sherif,\n \u2018For saynt\u00eb charit\u00eb,\n And I woll be the best[\u00eb] frende\n That euer yet had ye.\u2019\n\n 202\n \u2018Thou shalt swere me an othe,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018On my bright bronde;\n Shalt thou neuer awayte me scathe,\n By water ne by lande.\n\n 203\n \u2018And if thou fynde any of my men,\n By nyght or [by] day,\n Vpon thyn oth\u00eb thou shalt swere\n To helpe them tha[t] thou may.\u2019\n\n 204\n Nowe hathe the sherif sworne his othe,\n And home he began to gone;\n He was as full of gren\u00eb wode\n As euer was hepe of stone.\n\n\n THE FOURTH FYTTE.\n\n 205\n The sherif dwelled in Notingham;\n He was fayne he was agone;\n And Robyn and his mery men\n Went to wode anone.\n\n 206\n \u2018Go we to dyner,\u2019 sayde Littell John_n_;\n Robyn Hode sayde, Nay;\n For I drede Our Lady be wroth with me,\n For she sent me nat my pay.\n\n 207\n \u2018Haue no doute, maister,\u2019 sayde Litell John_n_;\n \u2018Yet is nat the sonne at rest;\n For I dare say, and sauely swere,\n The knight is true and truste.\u2019\n\n 208\n \u2018Take thy bowe in thy hande,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018Late Much wende with the,\n And so shal Wyllyam Scarlok,\n #b.#\n And no man abyde with me.\n\n 209\n \u2018And walke vp vnder the Sayles,\n And to Watlynge-strete,\n And wayte after some vnketh gest;\n Vp-chaunce ye may them mete.\n\n 210\n \u2018Whether he be messengere,\n Or a man that myrth\u00ebs can,\n Of my good he shall haue some,\n Yf he be a por\u00eb man.\u2019\n\n 211\n Forth then stert Lytel Johan,\n Half in tray and tene,\n And gyrde hym with a full good swerde,\n Under a mantel of grene.\n\n 212\n They went vp to the Sayles,\n These yemen all thre;\n They loked est, they loked west,\n They myght no man se.\n\n 213\n But as [t]he[y] loked in Bernysdale,\n By the hy\u00eb waye,\n Than were they ware of two blacke monkes,\n Eche on a good palferay.\n\n 214\n Then bespake Lytell Johan,\n To Much he gan say,\n I dare lay my lyfe to wedde,\n That [these] monkes haue brought our pay.\n\n 215\n \u2018Make glad chere,\u2019 sayd Lytell Johan,\n \u2018And frese your bowes of ewe,\n And loke your hert\u00ebs be seker and sad,\n Your stryng\u00ebs trusty and trewe.\n\n 216\n \u2018The monke hath two and fifty [men,]\n And seuen somers full stronge;\n There rydeth no bysshop in this londe\n So ryally, I vnderstond.\n\n 217\n \u2018Brethern,\u2019 sayd Lytell Johan,\n \u2018Here are no more but we thre;\n But we bryng\u00eb them to dyner,\n Our mayster dare we not se.\n\n 218\n \u2018Bende your bowes,\u2019 sayd Lytell Johan,\n \u2018Make all yon prese to stonde;\n The formost monke, his lyfe and his deth\n Is closed in my honde.\n\n 219\n \u2018Abyde, chorle monke,\u2019 sayd Lytell Johan,\n \u2018No ferther that thou gone;\n Yf thou doost, by dere worthy God,\n Thy deth is in my honde.\n\n 220\n \u2018And euyll thryfte on thy hede,\u2019 sayd Lytell Johan,\n \u2018Ryght vnder thy hatt\u00ebs bonde;\n For thou hast made our mayster wroth,\n He is fastynge so longe.\u2019\n\n 221\n \u2018Who is your mayster?\u2019 sayd the monke;\n Lytell Johan sayd, Robyn Hode;\n \u2018He is a stronge thefe,\u2019 sayd the monke,\n \u2018Of hym herd I neuer good.\u2019\n\n 222\n \u2018Thou lyest,\u2019 than sayd Lytell Joha_n_,\n \u2018And that shall rew\u00eb the;\n He is a yeman of the forest,\n To dyne he hath bod\u00eb the.\u2019\n\n 223\n Much was redy with a bolte,\n Redly and anone,\n He set the monke to-fore the brest,\n To the grounde that he can gone.\n\n 224\n Of two and fyfty wyght yonge yemen\n There abode not one,\n Saf a lytell page and a grome,\n To lede the somers with Lytel Johan.\n\n 225\n They brought the monke to the lodg\u00eb-dore,\n Whether he were loth or lefe,\n For to speke with Robyn Hode,\n Maugre in theyr tethe.\n\n 226\n Robyn dyde adowne his hode,\n The monke whan that he se;\n The monke was not so curt\u00ebyse,\n His hode then let he be.\n\n 227\n \u2018He is a chorle, mayster, by dere worthy God,\u2019\n Than sayd Lytell Johan:\n \u2018Thereof no force,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018For curteysy can he none.\n\n 228\n \u2018How many men,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Had this monke, Johan?\u2019\n \u2018Fyfty and two whan that we met,\n But many of them be gone.\u2019\n\n 229\n \u2018Let blowe a horne,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018That felaushyp may vs knowe;\u2019\n Seuen score of wyght yemen\n Came pryckynge on a rowe.\n\n 230\n And euerych of them a good mantell\n Of scarlet and of raye;\n All they came to good Robyn,\n To wyte what he wolde say.\n\n 231\n They made the monke to wasshe and wype,\n And syt at his denere,\n Robyn Hode and Lytell Joha_n_\n They serued him both in-fere.\n\n 232\n \u2018Do gladly, monke,\u2019 sayd Robyn.\n \u2018Gramercy, syr,\u2019 sayd he.\n \u2018Where is your abbay, whan ye are at home,\n And who is your avow\u00eb?\u2019\n\n 233\n \u2018Saynt Mary abbay,\u2019 sayd the monke,\n \u2018Though I be symple here.\u2019\n \u2018In what offyce?\u2019 sayd Robyn:\n \u2018Syr, the hy\u00eb selerer.\u2019\n\n 234\n \u2018Ye be the more welcome,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018So euer mote I the;\n Fyll of the best wyne,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018This monke shall drynke to me.\n\n 235\n \u2018But I haue grete meruayle,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Of all this long\u00eb day;\n I drede Our Lady be wroth with me,\n She sent me not my pay.\u2019\n\n 236\n \u2018Haue no doute, mayster,\u2019 sayd Lytell Johan,\n \u2018Ye haue no nede, I saye;\n This monke it hath brought, I dare well swere,\n For he is of her abbay.\u2019\n\n 237\n \u2018And she was a borowe,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Betwene a knyght and me,\n Of a lytell money that I hym lent,\n Under the gr\u00ebne-wode tree.\n\n 238\n \u2018And yf thou hast that syluer ibrought,\n I pray the let me se;\n And I shall help\u00eb the eftsones,\n Yf thou haue nede to me.\u2019\n\n 239\n The monke swore a full grete othe,\n With a sory chere,\n \u2018Of the borowehode thou spekest to me,\n Herde I neuer ere.\u2019\n\n 240\n \u2018I make myn avowe to God,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Monke, thou art to blame;\n For God is holde a ryghtwys man,\n And so is his dame.\n\n 241\n \u2018Thou toldest with thyn own\u00eb tonge,\n Thou may not say nay,\n How thou arte her seruaunt,\n And seruest her euery day.\n\n 242\n \u2018And thou art made her messengere,\n My money for to pay;\n Therfore I cun the mor\u00eb thanke\n Thou arte come at thy day.\n\n 243\n \u2018What is in your cofers?\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Trewe than tell thou me:\u2019\n \u2018Syr,\u2019 he sayd, \u2018twenty marke,\n Al so mote I the.\u2019\n\n 244\n \u2018Yf there be no more,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018I wyll not one peny;\n Yf thou hast myster of ony more,\n Syr, more I shall lende to the.\n\n 245\n \u2018And yf I fynd\u00eb [more,\u2019 sayd] Robyn,\n \u2018I-wys thou shalte it for gone;\n For of thy spendynge-syluer, monke,\n Thereof wyll I ryght none.\n\n 246\n \u2018Go nowe forthe, Lytell Johan,\n And the trouth tell thou me;\n If there be no more but twenty marke,\n No peny that I se.\u2019\n\n 247\n Lytell Johan spred his mantell downe,\n As he had done before,\n And he tolde out of the monk\u00ebs male\n Eyght [hondred] pounde and more.\n\n 248\n Lytell Johan let it lye full styll,\n And went to his mayster in hast;\n \u2018Syr,\u2019 he sayd, \u2018the monke is trewe ynowe,\n Our Lady hath doubled your cast.\u2019\n\n 249\n \u2018I make myn avowe to God,\u2019 sayd Robyn\u2014\n \u2018Monke, what tolde I the?\u2014\n Our Lady is the trewest woman\n That euer yet founde I me.\n\n 250\n \u2018By dere worthy God,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018To seche all Englond thorowe,\n Yet founde I neuer to my pay\n A moche better borowe.\n\n 251\n \u2018Fyll of the best wyne, and do hym drynke,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018And grete well thy lady hende,\n And yf she haue nede to Robyn Hode,\n A frende she shall hym fynde.\n\n 252\n \u2018And yf she nedeth ony more syluer,\n Come thou agayne to me.\n And, by this token she hath me sent,\n She shall haue such thre.\u2019\n\n 253\n The monke was goynge to London ward,\n There to holde grete mote,\n The knyght that rode so hye on hors,\n To brynge hym vnder fote.\n\n 254\n \u2018Whether be ye away?\u2019 sayd Robyn:\n \u2018Syr, to maners in this londe,\n Too reken with our reues,\n That haue done moch wronge.\u2019\n\n 255\n \u2018Come now forth, Lytell Johan,\n And harken to my tale;\n A better yemen I knowe none,\n To seke a monk\u00ebs male.\u2019\n\n 256\n \u2018How moch is in yonder other corser?\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018The soth must we see:\u2019\n \u2018By Our Lady,\u2019 than sayd the monke,\n \u2018That were no curteysye,\n\n 257\n \u2018To bydde a man to dyner,\n And syth hym bete and bynde.\u2019\n \u2018It is our old\u00eb maner,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018To leue but lytell behynde.\u2019\n\n 258\n The monke toke the hors with spore,\n No lenger wolde he abyde:\n \u2018Ask\u00eb to drynk\u00eb,\u2019 than sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Or that ye forther ryde.\u2019\n\n 259\n \u2018Nay, for God,\u2019 than sayd the monke,\n \u2018Me reweth I cam so nere;\n For better chepe I myght haue dyned\n In Blythe or in Dankestere.\u2019\n\n 260\n \u2018Grete well your abbot,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018And your pryour, I you pray,\n And byd hym send me such a monke\n To dyner euery day.\u2019\n\n 261\n Now lete we that monke be styll,\n And speke we of that knyght:\n Yet he came to holde his day,\n Whyle that it was lyght.\n\n 262\n He dyde him streyt to Bernysdale,\n Under the gren\u00eb-wode tre,\n And he founde there Robyn Hode,\n And all his mery meyn\u00eb.\n\n 263\n The knyght lyght doune of his good palfray;\n Robyn whan he gan see,\n So curteysly he dyde adoune his hode,\n And set hym on his knee.\n\n 264\n \u2018God the sau\u00eb, Robyn Hode,\n And all this company:\u2019\n \u2018Welcome be thou, gentyll knyght,\n And ryght welcome to me.\u2019\n\n 265\n Than bespake hym Robyn Hode,\n To that knyght so fre:\n What ned\u00eb dryueth the to gren\u00eb wode?\n I praye the, syr knyght, tell me.\n\n 266\n \u2018And welcome be thou, ge[n]tyll knyght,\n Why hast thou be so longe?\u2019\n \u2018For the abbot and the hy\u00eb iustyce\n Wolde haue had my londe.\u2019\n\n 267\n \u2018Hast thou thy londe [a]gayne?\u2019 sayd Robyn;\n \u2018Treuth than tell thou me:\u2019\n \u2018Ye, for God,\u2019 sayd the knyght,\n \u2018And that thanke I God and the.\n\n 268\n \u2018But take not a grefe,\u2019 sayd the knyght, \u2018that I haue be so longe;\n I came by a wrastelynge,\n And there I holpe a por\u00eb yeman,\n With wronge was put behynde.\u2019\n\n 269\n \u2018Nay, for God,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Syr knyght, that thanke I the;\n What man that helpeth a good yeman,\n His frende than wyll I be.\u2019\n\n 270\n \u2018Haue here foure ho_n_dred pounde,\u2019 tha_n_ sayd the knyght,\n \u2018The whiche ye lent to me;\n And here is also twenty marke\n For your curteysy.\u2019\n\n 271\n \u2018Nay, for God,\u2019 than sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Thou broke it well for ay;\n For Our Lady, by her [hy\u00eb] selerer,\n Hath sent to me my pay.\n\n 272\n \u2018And yf I toke it i-twyse,\n A shame it were to me;\n But trewely, gentyll knyght,\n Welcom arte thou to me.\u2019\n\n 273\n Whan Robyn had tolde his tale,\n He leugh and had good chere:\n \u2018By my trouthe,\u2019 then sayd the knyght,\n \u2018Your money is redy here.\u2019\n\n 274\n \u2018Broke it well,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Thou gentyll knyght so fre;\n And welcome be thou, ge[n]tyll knyght,\n Under my trystell-tre.\n\n 275\n \u2018But what shall these bow\u00ebs do?\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018And these arow\u00ebs ifedred fre?\u2019\n \u2018By God,\u2019 than sayd the knyght,\n \u2018A por\u00eb present to the.\u2019\n\n 276\n \u2018Come now forth, Lytell Johan,\n And go to my treasur\u00eb,\n And brynge me there foure hondred pounde;\n The monke ouer-tolde it me.\n\n 277\n \u2018Haue here foure hondred pounde,\n Thou gentyll knyght and trewe,\n And bye hors and harnes good,\n And gylte thy spores all newe.\n\n 278\n \u2018And yf thou fayle ony spendynge,\n Com to Robyn Hode,\n And by my trouth thou shalt none fayle,\n The whyles I haue any good.\n\n 279\n \u2018And broke well thy foure hondred pound,\n Whiche I lent to the,\n And make thy selfe no more so bare,\n By the counsell of me.\u2019\n\n 280\n Thus than holpe hym good Robyn,\n The knyght all of his care:\n God, that syt in heuen hye,\n Graunte vs well to fare!\n\n\n THE FYFTH FYTTE.\n\n 281\n Now hath the knyght his leue i-take,\n And wente hym on his way;\n Robyn Hode and his mery men\n Dwelled styll full many a day.\n\n 282\n Lyth and lysten, gentil men,\n And herken what I shall say,\n How the proud[\u00eb] sheryfe of Notyngham\n Dyde crye a full fayre play;\n\n 283\n That all the best archers of the north\n Sholde come vpon a day,\n And [he] that shoteth allther best\n The game shall bere a way.\n\n 284\n He that shoteth allther best,\n Furthest fayre and lowe,\n At a payre of fynly buttes,\n Under the gren\u00eb-wode shawe,\n\n 285\n A ryght good arowe he shall haue,\n The shaft of syluer whyte,\n The hede and the feders of ryche rede golde,\n In Englond is none lyke.\n\n 286\n This than herde good Robyn,\n Under his trystell-tre:\n \u2018Make you redy, ye wyght yonge men;\n That shotynge wyll I se.\n\n 287\n \u2018Buske you, my mery yonge men,\n Ye shall go with me;\n And I wyll wete the shryu\u00ebs fayth,\n Trewe and yf he be.\u2019\n\n 288\n Whan they had theyr bowes i-bent,\n Theyr takles fedred fre,\n Seuen score of wyght yonge men\n Stode by Robyns kne.\n\n 289\n Whan they cam to Notyngham,\n The buttes were fayre and longe;\n Many was the bolde archere\n That shoted with bow\u00ebs stronge.\n\n 290\n \u2018There shall but syx shote with me;\n The other shal kepe my he[ue]de,\n And stand\u00eb with good bow\u00ebs bent,\n That I be not desceyued.\u2019\n\n 291\n The fourth outlawe his bowe gan bende,\n And that was Robyn Hode,\n And that behelde the proud[\u00eb] sheryfe,\n All by the but [as] he stode.\n\n 292\n Thry\u00ebs Robyn shot about,\n And alway he slist the wand,\n And so dyde good Gylberte\n Wyth the whyt\u00eb hande.\n\n 293\n Lytell Johan and good Scatheloke\n Were archers good and fre;\n Lytell Much and good Reynolde,\n The worste wolde they not be.\n\n 294\n Whan they had shot aboute,\n These archours fayre and good,\n Euermore was the best,\n For soth, Robyn Hode.\n\n 295\n Hym was delyuered the good arowe,\n For best worthy was he;\n He toke the yeft so curteysly,\n To gren\u00eb wode wolde he.\n\n 296\n They cryed out on Robyn Hode,\n And grete horn\u00ebs gan they blowe:\n \u2018Wo worth the, treason!\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Full euyl thou art to knowe.\n\n 297\n \u2018And wo be thou! thou proud\u00eb sheryf,\n Thus gladdynge thy gest;\n Other wyse thou behot\u00eb me\n In yonder wylde forest.\n\n 298\n \u2018But had I the in gren\u00eb wode,\n Under my trystell-tre,\n Thou sholdest leue me a better wedde\n Than thy trewe lewt\u00eb.\u2019\n\n 299\n Full many a bow\u00eb there was bent,\n And arow\u00ebs let they glyde;\n Many a kyrtell there was rent,\n And hurt many a syde.\n\n 300\n The outlawes shot was so stronge\n That no man myght them dryue,\n And the proud[\u00eb] sheryf\u00ebs men,\n They fled away full blyue.\n\n 301\n Robyn sawe the busshement to-broke,\n In gren\u00eb wode he wolde haue be;\n Many an arowe there was shot\n Amonge that company.\n\n 302\n Lytell Johan was hurte full sore,\n With an arowe in his kne,\n That he myght neyther go nor ryde;\n It was full grete pyt\u00eb.\n\n 303\n \u2018Mayster,\u2019 then sayd Lytell Johan,\n \u2018If euer thou loue[d]st me,\n And for that ylk\u00eb lord\u00ebs loue\n That dyed vpon a tre,\n\n 304\n \u2018And for the medes of my seruyce,\n That I haue serued the,\n Lete neuer the proud\u00eb sheryf\n Alyue now fynd\u00eb me.\n\n 305\n \u2018But take out thy brown\u00eb swerde,\n And smyte all of my hede,\n And gyue me wound\u00ebs depe and wyde;\n No lyfe on me be lefte.\u2019\n\n 306\n \u2018I wolde not that,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Johan, that thou were slawe,\n For all the golde in mery Englonde,\n Though it lay now on a rawe.\u2019\n\n 307\n \u2018God forbede,\u2019 sayd Lytell Much,\n \u2018That dyed on a tre,\n That thou sholdest, Lytell Johan,\n Parte our company.\u2019\n\n 308\n Up he toke hym on his backe,\n And bare hym well a myle;\n Many a tyme he layd hym downe,\n And shot another whyle.\n\n 309\n Then was there a fayre castell,\n A lytell within the wode;\n Double-dyched it was about,\n And walled, by the rode.\n\n 310\n And there dwelled that gentyll knyght,\n Syr Rychard at the Lee,\n That Robyn had lent his good,\n Under the gren\u00eb-wode tree.\n\n 311\n In he toke good Robyn,\n And all his company:\n \u2018Welcome be thou, Robyn Hode,\n Welcome arte thou to me;\n\n 312\n \u2018And moche [I] thanke the of thy confort,\n And of thy curteysye,\n And of thy gret\u00eb kynd\u00ebnesse,\n Under the gren\u00eb-wode tre.\n\n 313\n \u2018I loue no man in all this worlde\n So much as I do the;\n For all the proud[\u00eb] sheryf of Notyngham,\n Ryght here shalt thou be.\n\n 314\n \u2018Shyt the gates, and drawe the brydge,\n #a.#\n And let no man come in,\n And arme you well, and make you redy,\n And to the walles ye wynne.\n\n 315\n \u2018For one thynge, Robyn, I the behote;\n I swere by Saynt Quyntyne,\n These forty dayes thou wonnest with me,\n To soupe, ete, and dyne.\u2019\n\n 316\n Bordes were layde, and clothes were spredde,\n Redely and anone;\n Roby_n_ Hode and his mery me_n_\n To met\u00eb can they gone.\n\n\n THE VI. FYTTE.\n\n 317\n Lythe and lysten, gentylmen,\n And herkyn to your songe;\n Howe the proud\u00eb shyref of Notyngham,\n And men of armys stronge,\n\n 318\n Full fast cam to the hy\u00eb shyref,\n The contr\u00eb vp to route,\n And they besette the knyght\u00ebs castell,\n The wall\u00ebs all aboute.\n\n 319\n The proud\u00eb shyref loude gan crye,\n And sayde, Thou traytour knight,\n Thou kepest here the kynges enemys,\n Agaynst the lawe and right.\n\n 320\n \u2018Syr, I wyll auowe that I haue done,\n The dedys that here be dyght,\n Vpon all the land\u00ebs that I haue,\n As I am a trew\u00eb knyght.\n\n 321\n \u2018Wende furth, sirs, on your way,\n And do no more to me\n Tyll ye wyt oure kyng\u00ebs wille,\n What he wyll say to the.\u2019\n\n 322\n The shyref thus had his answere,\n Without any lesynge;\n [Fu]rth he yede to London towne,\n All for to tel our ki_n_ge.\n\n 323\n Ther he telde hi_m_ of that knight,\n And eke of Robyn Hode,\n And also of the bolde archars,\n That were soo noble and gode.\n\n 324\n \u2018He wyll auowe that he hath done,\n To mayntene the outlawes stronge;\n He wyll be lorde, and set you at nought,\n In all the northe londe.\u2019\n\n 325\n \u2018I wil be at Notyngham,\u2019 saide our kynge,\n \u2018Within this fourteenyght,\n And take I wyll Roby_n_ Hode,\n And so I wyll th_a_t knight.\n\n 326\n \u2018Go nowe home, shyref,\u2019 sayde our kynge,\n \u2018And do as I byd the;\n And ordey_n_ gode archers ynowe,\n Of all the wyd\u00eb contr\u00eb.\u2019\n\n 327\n The shyref had his leue i-take,\n And went hym on his way,\n And Robyn Hode to gren\u00eb wode,\n Vpon a certen day.\n\n 328\n And Lytel John was hole of the arowe\n That shot was in his kne,\n And dyd hym streyght to Robyn Hode,\n Vnder the gren\u00eb-wode tree.\n\n 329\n Roby_n_ Hode walked in the forest,\n Vnder the leuys grene;\n The proud\u00eb shyref of Notyngham\n Thereof he had grete tene.\n\n 330\n The shyref there fayled of Robyn Hode,\n He myght not haue his pray;\n Than he awayted this gentyll knyght,\n Bothe by nyght and day.\n\n 331\n Euer he wayted the gentyll knyght,\n Syr Richarde at the Lee,\n As he went on haukynge by the ryuer-syde,\n And lete [his] hauk\u00ebs flee.\n\n 332\n Toke he there this gentyll knight,\n With men of armys stronge,\n And led hym to Notyngham warde,\n Bounde bothe fote and hande.\n\n 333\n The sheref sware a full grete othe,\n Bi hy_m_ th_a_t dyed on rode,\n He had leuer tha_n_ an hundred pound\n That he had Roby_n_ Hode.\n\n 334\n This harde the knyght\u00ebs wyfe,\n A fayr lady and a free;\n She set hir on a gode palfrey,\n To gren\u00eb wode anone rode she.\n\n 335\n Wha_n_ne she ca_m_ in the forest,\n Vnd_er_ the gren\u00eb-wode tree,\n Fonde she there Roby_n_ Hode,\n And al his fayre men\u00eb.\n\n 336\n \u2018God the sau\u00eb, god\u00eb Robyn,\n And all thy company;\n For Our der\u00eb Ladyes sake,\n A bon\u00eb graunte thou me.\n\n 337\n \u2018Late neuer my wedded lorde\n Shamefully slayne be;\n He is fast bowne to Notingham warde,\n For the loue of the.\u2019\n\n 338\n Anone than saide goode Robyn\n To that lady so fre,\n What man hath your lorde [i-]take?\n . . . . . .\n\n 339\n . . . . . .\n \u2018For soth as I the say;\n He is nat yet thre myl\u00ebs\n Passed on his way.\u2019\n\n 340\n Vp than sterte gode Robyn,\n As man that had ben wode:\n \u2018Buske you, my mery men,\n For hym that dyed on rode.\n\n 341\n \u2018And he that this sorowe forsaketh,\n By hym that dyed on tre,\n Shall he neuer in gren\u00eb wode\n No lenger dwel with me.\u2019\n\n 342\n Sone there were gode bow\u00ebs bent,\n Mo than seuen score;\n Hedge ne dyche spared they none\n That was them before.\n\n 343\n \u2018I make myn auowe to God,\u2019 sayde Robyn,\n \u2018The sherif wolde I fayne see;\n And if I may hy_m_ take,\n I-quyte shall it be.\u2019\n\n 344\n And whan they came to Notingham,\n They walked i_n_ the strete;\n And w_i_t_h_ the proud\u00eb sherif i-wys\n Son\u00eb can they mete.\n\n 345\n \u2018Abyde, thou proud\u00eb sherif,\u2019 he sayde,\n \u2018Abyde, and speke with me;\n Of some tidi_n_ges of oure kinge\n I wolde fayne here of the.\n\n 346\n \u2018This seuen yere, by dere worthy God,\n Ne yede I this fast on fote;\n I make myn auowe to God, thou proud\u00eb sherif,\n It is nat for thy gode.\u2019\n\n 347\n Robyn bent a full goode bowe,\n An arrowe he drowe at wyll;\n He hit so the proud\u00eb sherife\n Vpon the grounde he lay full still.\n\n 348\n And or he myght vp aryse,\n On his fete to stonde,\n He smote of the sherifs hede\n With his bright[\u00eb] bronde.\n\n 349\n \u2018Lye thou there, thou proud\u00eb sherife,\n Euyll mote thou cheue!\n There myght no man to the truste\n #b.#\n The whyles thou were a lyue.\u2019\n\n 350\n His men drewe out theyr bryght swerdes,\n That were so sharpe and kene,\n And layde on the sheryues men,\n And dryued them downe bydene.\n\n 351\n Robyn stert to that knyght,\n And cut a two his bonde,\n And toke hym in his hand a bowe,\n And bad hym by hym stonde.\n\n 352\n \u2018Leue thy hors the behynde,\n And lerne for to renne;\n Thou shalt with me to gren\u00eb wode,\n Through myr\u00eb, mosse, and fenne.\n\n 353\n \u2018Thou shalt with me to gren\u00eb wode,\n Without ony leasynge,\n Tyll that I haue gete vs grace\n Of Edwarde, our comly kynge.\u2019\n\n\n THE VII. FYTTE.\n\n 354\n The kynge came to Notynghame,\n With knyght\u00ebs in grete araye,\n For to take that gentyll knyght\n And Robyn Hode, and yf he may.\n\n 355\n He asked men of that countr\u00eb\n After Robyn Hode,\n And after that gentyll knyght,\n That was so bolde and stout.\n\n 356\n Whan they had tolde hym the case\n Our kynge vnderstode ther tale,\n And seased in his honde\n The knyght\u00ebs lond\u00ebs all.\n\n 357\n All the passe of Lancasshyre\n He went both ferre and nere,\n Tyll he came to Plomton Parke;\n He faylyd many of his dere.\n\n 358\n There our kynge was wont to se\n Herd\u00ebs many one,\n He coud vnneth fynde one dere,\n That bare ony good horne.\n\n 359\n The kynge was wonder wroth withall,\n And swore by the Trynyt\u00eb,\n \u2018I wolde I had Robyn Hode,\n With eyen I myght hym se.\n\n 360\n \u2018And he that wolde smyte of the knyght\u00ebs hede,\n And brynge it to me,\n He shall haue the knyght\u00ebs londes,\n Syr Rycharde at the Le.\n\n 361\n \u2018I gyue it hym with my charter,\n And sele it [with] my honde,\n To haue and holde for euer more,\n In all mery Englonde.\u2019\n\n 362\n Than bespake a fayre olde knyght,\n That was treue in his fay:\n A, my leeg\u00eb lorde the kynge,\n One worde I shall you say.\n\n 363\n There is no man in this countr\u00eb\n May haue the knyght\u00ebs londes,\n Whyle Robyn Hode may ryde or gone,\n And bere a bowe in his hondes,\n\n 364\n That he ne shall lese his hede,\n That is the best ball in his hode:\n Giue it no man, my lorde the kynge,\n That ye wyll any good.\n\n 365\n Half a yere dwelled our comly kynge\n In Notyngham, and well more;\n Coude he not here of Robyn Hode,\n In what countr\u00eb that he were.\n\n 366\n But alway went good Robyn\n By halke and eke by hyll,\n And alway slewe the kyng\u00ebs dere,\n And welt them at his wyll.\n\n 367\n Than bespake a proude fostere,\n That stode by our kyng\u00ebs kne:\n Yf ye wyll se good Robyn,\n Ye must do after me.\n\n 368\n Take fyue of the best knyght\u00ebs\n That be in your lede,\n And walke downe by yon abbay,\n And gete you monk\u00ebs wede.\n\n 369\n And I wyll be your led\u00ebs-man,\n And lede you the way,\n And or ye come to Notyngham,\n Myn hede then dare I lay,\n\n 370\n That ye shall mete with good Robyn,\n On lyue yf that he be;\n Or ye come to Notyngham,\n With eyen ye shall hym se.\n\n 371\n Full hast[\u00eb]ly our kynge was dyght,\n So were his knyght\u00ebs fyue,\n Euerych of them in monk\u00ebs wede,\n And hasted them thyder blyve.\n\n 372\n Our kynge was grete aboue his cole,\n A brode hat on his crowne,\n Ryght as he were abbot-lyke,\n They rode up in-to the towne.\n\n 373\n Styf bot\u00ebs our kynge had on,\n Forsoth as I you say;\n He rode syngynge to gren\u00eb wode,\n The couent was clothed in graye.\n\n 374\n His male-hors and his gret\u00eb somers\n Folowed our kynge behynde,\n Tyll they came to gren\u00eb wode,\n A myle vnder the lynde.\n\n 375\n There they met with good Robyn,\n Stondynge on the waye,\n And so dyde many a bolde archere,\n For soth as I you say.\n\n 376\n Robyn toke the kyng\u00ebs hors,\n Hast\u00ebly in that stede,\n And sayd, Syr abbot, by your leue,\n A whyle ye must abyde.\n\n 377\n \u2018We be yemen of this foreste,\n Vnder the gren\u00eb-wode tre;\n We lyue by our kyng\u00ebs dere,\n [Other shyft haue not wee.]\n\n 378\n \u2018And ye haue chyrches and rent\u00ebs both,\n And gold full grete plent\u00eb;\n Gyue vs some of your spendynge,\n For saynt[\u00eb] charyt\u00eb.\u2019\n\n 379\n Than bespake our cumly kynge,\n Anone than sayd he;\n I brought no more to gren\u00eb wode\n But forty pounde with me.\n\n 380\n I haue layne at Notyngham\n This fourtynyght with our kynge,\n And spent I haue full moche good,\n On many a grete lordynge.\n\n 381\n And I haue but forty pounde,\n No more than haue I me;\n But yf I had an hondred pounde,\n I wolde vouch it safe on the.\n\n 382\n Robyn toke the forty pounde,\n And departed it in two partye;\n Halfendell he gaue his mery men,\n And bad them mery to be.\n\n 383\n Full curteysly Roby_n_ gan say;\n Syr, haue this for your spendyng;\n We shall mete another day;\n \u2018Gramercy,\u2019 than sayd our kynge.\n\n 384\n \u2018But well the greteth Edwarde, our kynge,\n And sent to the his seale,\n And byddeth the com to Notyngham,\n Both to mete and mele.\u2019\n\n 385\n He toke out the brod\u00eb targe,\n And sone he lete hym se;\n Robyn coud his courteysy,\n And set hym on his kne.\n\n 386\n \u2018I loue no man in all the worlde\n So well as I do my kynge;\n Welcome is my lord\u00ebs seale;\n And, monke, for thy tydynge,\n\n 387\n \u2018Syr abbot, for thy tydynges,\n To day thou shalt dyne with me,\n For the loue of my kynge,\n Under my trystell-tre.\u2019\n\n 388\n Forth he lad our comly kynge,\n Full fayre by the honde;\n Many a dere there was slayne,\n And full fast dyghtande.\n\n 389\n Robyn toke a full grete horne,\n And loude he gan blowe;\n Seuen score of wyght yonge men\n Came redy on a rowe.\n\n 390\n All they kneled on theyr kne,\n Full fayre before Robyn:\n The kynge sayd hym selfe vntyll,\n And swore by Saynt Austyn,\n\n 391\n \u2018Here is a wonder semely syght;\n Me thynketh, by Godd\u00ebs pyne,\n His men are more at his byddynge\n Then my men be at myn.\u2019\n\n 392\n Full hast[\u00eb]ly was theyr dyner idyght,\n And therto gan they gone;\n They serued our kynge with al theyr myght,\n Both Robyn and Lytell Johan.\n\n 393\n Anone before our kynge was set\n The fatt\u00eb venyson,\n The good whyte brede, the good rede wyne,\n And therto the fyne ale and browne.\n\n 394\n \u2018Make good chere,\u2019 said Robyn,\n \u2018Abbot, for charyt\u00eb;\n And for this ylk\u00eb tydynge,\n Blyssed mote thou be.\n\n 395\n \u2018Now shalte thou se what lyfe we lede,\n Or thou hens wende;\n Than thou may enfourme our kynge,\n Whan ye togyder lende.\u2019\n\n 396\n Up they stert\u00eb all in hast,\n Theyr bow\u00ebs were smartly bent;\n Our kynge was neuer so sore agast,\n He wende to haue be shente.\n\n 397\n Two yerd\u00ebs there were vp set,\n Thereto gan they gange;\n By fyfty pase, our kynge sayd,\n The merk\u00ebs were to longe.\n\n 398\n On euery syde a rose-garlonde,\n They shot vnder the lyne:\n \u2018Who so fayleth of the rose-garlonde,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018His takyll he shall tyne,\n\n 399\n \u2018And yelde it to his mayster,\n Be it neuer so fyne;\n For no man wyll I spare,\n So drynke I ale or wyne:\n\n 400\n \u2018And bere a buffet on his hede,\n I-wys ryght all bare:\u2019\n And all that fell in Robyns lote,\n He smote them wonder sare.\n\n 401\n Twyse Robyn shot aboute,\n And euer he cleued the wande,\n And so dyde good Gylberte\n With the Whyt\u00eb Hande.\n\n 402\n Lytell Johan and good Scathelocke,\n For nothynge wolde they spare;\n When they fayled of the garlonde,\n Robyn smote them full sore.\n\n 403\n At the last shot that Robyn shot,\n For all his frend\u00ebs fare,\n Yet he fayled of the garlonde\n Thre fyngers and mare.\n\n 404\n Than bespake good Gylberte,\n And thus he gan say;\n \u2018Mayster,\u2019 he sayd, \u2018your takyll is lost,\n Stande forth and take your pay.\u2019\n\n 405\n \u2018If it be so,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018That may no better be,\n Syr abbot, I delyuer the myn arowe,\n I pray the, syr, serue thou me.\u2019\n\n 406\n \u2018It falleth not for myn ordre,\u2019 sayd our kynge,\n \u2018Robyn, by thy leue,\n For to smyte no good yeman,\n For doute I sholde hym greue.\u2019\n\n 407\n \u2018Smyte on boldely,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018I giue the larg\u00eb leue:\u2019\n Anone our kynge, with that worde,\n He folde vp his sleue,\n\n 408\n And sych a buffet he gaue Robyn,\n To grounde he yede full nere:\n \u2018I make myn avowe to God,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Thou arte a stalworthe frere.\n\n 409\n \u2018There is pith in thyn arme,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018I trowe thou canst well shete:\u2019\n Thus our kynge and Robyn Hode\n Togeder gan they mete.\n\n 410\n Robyn behelde our comly kynge\n Wystly in the face,\n So dyde Syr Rycharde at the Le,\n And kneled downe in that place.\n\n 411\n And so dyde all the wylde outlawes,\n Whan they se them knele:\n \u2018My lorde the kynge of Englonde,\n Now I knowe you well.\n\n 412\n \u2018Mercy then, Robyn,\u2019 sayd our kynge,\n \u2018Vnder your trystyll-tre,\n Of thy goodnesse and thy grace,\n For my men and me!\u2019\n\n 413\n \u2018Yes, for God,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018And also God me saue,\n I ask\u00eb mercy, my lorde the kynge,\n And for my men I craue.\u2019\n\n 414\n \u2018Yes, for God,\u2019 than sayd our kynge,\n \u2018And therto sent I me.\n With that thou leue the gren\u00eb wode,\n And all thy company;\n\n 415\n \u2018And come home, syr, to my courte,\n And there dwell with me.\u2019\n \u2018I make myn avowe to God,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018And ryght so shall it be.\n\n 416\n \u2018I wyll come to your courte,\n Your seruyse for to se,\n And brynge with me of my men\n Seuen score and thre.\n\n 417\n \u2018But me lyk\u00eb well your seruyse,\n I [wyll] come agayne full soone,\n And shote at the donn\u00eb dere,\n As I am wonte to done.\u2019\n\n\n THE VIII. FYTTE.\n\n 418\n \u2018Haste thou ony gren\u00eb cloth,\u2019 sayd our kynge,\n \u2018That thou wylte sell nowe to me?\u2019\n \u2018Ye, for God,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Thyrty yerd\u00ebs and thre.\u2019\n\n 419\n \u2018Robyn,\u2019 sayd our kynge,\n \u2018Now pray I the,\n Sell me some of that cloth,\n To me and my meyn\u00eb.\u2019\n\n 420\n \u2018Yes, for God,\u2019 then sayd Robyn,\n \u2018Or elles I were a fole;\n Another day ye wyll me clothe,\n I trowe, ayenst the Yole.\u2019\n\n 421\n The kynge kest of his col\u00eb then,\n A grene garment he dyde on,\n And euery knyght also, i-wys,\n Another had full sone.\n\n 422\n Whan they were clothed in Lyncolne grene,\n They keste away theyr graye;\n \u2018Now we shall to Notyngham,\u2019\n All thus our kynge gan say.\n\n 423\n They bente theyr bowes, and forth they went,\n Shotynge all in-fere,\n Towarde the towne of Notyngham,\n Outlawes as they were.\n\n 424\n Our kynge and Robyn rode togyder,\n For soth as I you say,\n And they shote plucke-buffet,\n As they went by the way.\n\n 425\n And many a buffet our kynge wan\n Of Robyn Hode that day,\n And nothynge spared good Robyn\n Our kynge in his pay.\n\n 426\n \u2018So God me help\u00eb,\u2019 sayd our kynge,\n \u2018Thy game is nought to lere;\n I sholde not get a shote of the,\n Though I shote all this yere.\u2019\n\n 427\n All the people of Notyngham\n They stode and behelde;\n They sawe nothynge but mantels of grene\n That couered all the felde.\n\n 428\n Than euery man to other gan say,\n \u2018I drede our kynge be slone;\n Com\u00eb Robyn Hode to the towne, i-wys\n On lyue he lefte neuer one.\u2019\n\n 429\n Full hast[\u00eb]ly they began to fle,\n Both yemen and knaues,\n And olde wyues that myght euyll goo,\n They hypped on theyr staues.\n\n 430\n The kynge l[o]ughe full fast,\n And commaunded theym agayue;\n When they se our comly kynge,\n I-wys they were full fayne.\n\n 431\n They ete and dranke, and made them glad,\n And sange with not\u00ebs hye;\n Than bespake our comly kynge\n To Syr Rycharde at the Lee.\n\n 432\n He gaue hym there his londe agayne,\n A good man he bad hym be;\n Robyn thanked our comly kynge,\n And set hym on his kne.\n\n 433\n Had Robyn dwelled in the kyng\u00ebs courte\n But twelue monethes and thre,\n That [he had] spent an hondred pounde,\n And all his mennes fe.\n\n 434\n In euery place where Robyn came\n Euer more he layde downe,\n Both for knyght\u00ebs and for squyres,\n To gete hym grete renowne.\n\n 435\n By than the yere was all agone\n He had no man but twayne,\n Lytell Johan and good Scathelocke,\n With hym all for to gone.\n\n 436\n Robyn sawe yonge men shote\n Full fayre vpon a day;\n \u2018Alas!\u2019 than sayd good Robyn,\n \u2018My welthe is went away.\n\n 437\n \u2018Somtyme I was an archere good,\n A styffe and eke a stronge;\n I was compted the best archere\n That was in mery Englonde.\n\n 438\n \u2018Alas!\u2019 then sayd good Robyn,\n \u2018Alas and well a woo!\n Yf I dwele lenger with the kynge,\n Sorowe wyll me sloo.\u2019\n\n 439\n Forth than went Robyn Hode\n Tyll he came to our kynge:\n \u2018My lorde the kynge of Englonde,\n Graunte me myn askynge.\n\n 440\n \u2018I made a chapell in Bernysdale,\n That semely is to se,\n It is of Mary Magdaleyne,\n And thereto wolde I be.\n\n 441\n \u2018I myght neuer in this seuen nyght\n No tyme to slepe ne wynke,\n Nother all these seuen dayes\n Nother ete ne drynke.\n\n 442\n \u2018Me longeth sore to Bernysdale,\n I may not be therfro;\n Barefote and wolwarde I haue hyght\n Thyder for to go.\u2019\n\n 443\n \u2018Yf it be so,\u2019 than sayd our kynge,\n \u2018It may no better be,\n Seuen nyght I gyue the leue,\n No lengre, to dwell fro me.\u2019\n\n 444\n \u2018Gramercy, lorde,\u2019 then sayd Robyn,\n And set hym on his kne;\n He toke his leu\u00eb full courteysly,\n To gren\u00eb wode then went he.\n\n 445\n Whan he came to gren\u00eb wode,\n In a mery mornynge,\n There he herde the not\u00ebs small\n Of byrd\u00ebs mery syngynge.\n\n 446\n \u2018It is ferre gone,\u2019 sayd Robyn,\n \u2018That I was last here;\n Me lyste a lytell for to shote\n At the donn\u00eb dere.\u2019\n\n 447\n Robyn slewe a full grete harte;\n His horne than gan he blow,\n That all the outlawes of that forest\n That horne coud they knowe,\n\n 448\n And gadred them togyder,\n In a lytell throwe.\n Seuen score of wyght yonge men\n Came redy on a rowe,\n\n 449\n And fayre dyde of theyr hodes,\n And set them on theyr kne:\n \u2018Welcome,\u2019 they sayd, \u2018our [der\u00eb] mayster,\n Under this gren\u00eb-wode tre.\u2019\n\n 450\n Robyn dwelled in gren\u00eb wode\n Twenty yere and two;\n For all drede of Edwarde our kynge,\n Agayne wolde he not goo.\n\n 451\n Yet he was begyled, i-wys,\n Through a wycked woman,\n The pryoresse of Kyrk\u00ebsly,\n That nye was of hys kynne:\n\n 452\n For the loue of a knyght,\n Syr Roger of Donkesly,\n That was her own\u00eb speciall;\n Full euyll mot\u00eb they the!\n\n 453\n They toke togyder theyr counsell\n Robyn Hode for to sle,\n And how they myght best do that dede,\n His banis for to be.\n\n 454\n Than bespake good Robyn,\n In place where as he stode,\n \u2018To morow I muste to Kyrke[s]ly,\n Craftely to be leten blode.\u2019\n\n 455\n Syr Roger of Donkestere,\n By the pryoresse he lay,\n And there they betrayed good Robyn Hode,\n Through theyr fals\u00eb playe.\n\n 456\n Cryst haue mercy on his soule,\n That dyed on the rode!\n For he was a good outlawe,\n And dyde pore men moch god.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Here begynneth a gest of Robyn Hode.\n\n 1\u201312. _Printed without division of stanzas or verses._\n\n 2^{2,3}. _Deficiency supplied from_ #b#.\n\n 4^1. gooe.\n\n 4^2. milsers.\n\n 4^3. yuch.\n\n 6^4. vnkoutg.\n\n 7^1. _lacking in all._\n\n 8^4. .iij. messis.\n\n 9^3. The .iij.\n\n 9^4. all ther.\n\n 13^4. tillet.\n\n 15^4. mynge.\n\n 18^3. vnknuth.\n\n 32^3. ynought.\n\n 33^1. felsauntes.\n\n 37^1. wened.\n\n 38^3. Late _for_ Litell, _which all the others have_.\n\n 39^2. of _for_ haue.\n\n 39^3. but .xx.: _see_ 42^4.\n\n 41^1. nowne.\n\n 41^3. .xx. felinges.\n\n 46^2. in strocte.\n\n 46^3. And.\n\n 47^3. And.\n\n 47^4. haue bene.\n\n 50^{2,3}. _The verses are transposed._\n\n 50^2. God had.\n\n 54^2. Vutyll.\n\n 66^3. to may.\n\n 68^4. Bo .xxviij.\n\n 70^4. To helpe: _cf._ 194^4.\n\n 77^3. betes.\n\n 78^2. clere.\n\n 79^3. .xij.\n\n 82^1. ou.\n\n 82^3. bernedtale.\n\n 83^3. for he.\n\n 83^4\u2013118^3. _wanting_; _supplied from_ #b#.\n\n 119^1. a .M.\n\n 120^4. Eue_n_ .cccc.\n\n 121^2. thon.\n\n 123^4. Bi god ... on tree. _The tops of_ d _and of_ th, _and a\n part of_ dy, _remain_.\n\n 124^1. Sir ... n of lawe.\n\n 124^2. _Only the top of_ N _remains_.\n\n 124^2\u2013127^3. _wanting_, _being torn away_; _supplied from_ #b#.\n\n 128^2. Ha.\n\n 130^3. .cccc. li.\n\n 131^{1,3}. an .C.\n\n 131^3. aros we.\n\n 132^1. an ille.\n\n 132^3. Worked all.\n\n 133^{1,2}. He purneyed hym an. _Only a part of_ n _in the last\n word remains_. Well harness. _Only a part of_ n _and the tops\n of_ ess _remaining_.\n\n 133^3\u2013136^3. _wanting; supplied from_ #b#.\n\n 138^2. Bnd.\n\n 143^1. louge.\n\n 143^2. doue.\n\n 150^4. tho thy.\n\n 160^3. Thougt: an C.\n\n 160^4. he be go.\n\n 161^3. And therfore.\n\n 162^2. gyne.\n\n 163^2. he wol be.\n\n 164^2. _read_ hyne?\n\n 165^3. anowe.\n\n 168^4. mountnauuce.\n\n 175^3. wasars.\n\n 179^2. sende the. _Perhaps_ sent the, _as in_ 384^2 (#b#).\n\n 180^1. abowe.\n\n 181^3. v myle.\n\n 182^2. Hnntynge.\n\n 183^3. Rrynolde.\n\n 185^3. vij. score.\n\n 187^1. shyrel.\n\n 199^1. this xij.\n\n 201^3. thy best.\n\n 202^3. scade.\n\n 206^1. Joh\u016b.\n\n 206^4. pray.\n\n 208^4\u2013314^1. _wanting; supplied from_ #b#.\n\n 315^3. These xl.: with men.\n\n 321^3. welle.\n\n 330^1. fayles.\n\n 331^3. ryner.\n\n 333^3. an C. li.\n\n 339^3. myeles.\n\n 349^3. to thy.\n\n _From_ 349^4 _wanting; supplied from_ #b#.\n\n#b.# _Title-page_: Here begynneth a lytell geste of Robyn hode. _At the\n head of the poem_: Here begynneth a lytell geste of Robyn hode\n and his meyne, And of the proude Sheryfe of Notyngham.\n\n 2^4. y-founde.\n\n 3^3. Iohan: _and always_.\n\n 4^1. Scathelock.\n\n 4^3. no.\n\n 5^1. be spake hym.\n\n 5^3. yf ye.\n\n 6^1. hym _wanting_.\n\n 6^2. I haue.\n\n 6^3. that _wanting_.\n\n 6^4. vnketh.\n\n 7^1. _wanting._\n\n 7^3. knygot or some squyere.\n\n 8^4. Thre.\n\n 9^2. The other.\n\n 9^3. was of.\n\n 9^4. all other moste.\n\n 11^3. that _wanting_: gone.\n\n 11^4. that _wanting_.\n\n 13^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 13^4. tylleth.\n\n 14^4. wolde.\n\n 15^4. ye _wanting_.\n\n 16^1. beholde: Ihoan.\n\n 16^2. shall we.\n\n 17^1. Robyn.\n\n 17^3. Scathelocke.\n\n 18^3. vnketh.\n\n 20. vnto.\n\n 20^2. yemen.\n\n 21^1. to _wanting_.\n\n 21^3. came there.\n\n 22^1. then was all his semblaunte.\n\n 23^1. hangynge ouer.\n\n 23^4. somers.\n\n 24^1. full _wanting_.\n\n 24^4. you.\n\n 26^1. is your.\n\n 26^3. is a.\n\n 27^2. all thre.\n\n 28^1. went that.\n\n 29^1. vnto.\n\n 29^2. gan hym.\n\n 30^2. thou arte.\n\n 30^3. abyde.\n\n 32^2. set tyll.\n\n 32^3. right _wanting_.\n\n 33^3. neuer so.\n\n 35^4. that _wanting_.\n\n 36^2. whan I haue.\n\n 38^3. Lytell Iohan: Robyn hode.\n\n 39^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 39^2. god haue.\n\n 39^3, 41^3. but .x. s.\n\n 40^1. thou haue.\n\n 40^4. len.\n\n 41^4. Not one.\n\n 42^4. halfe a.\n\n 43^2. full lowe.\n\n 43^3. tydynge.\n\n 43^4. inough.\n\n 44^4. clothynge: thynne.\n\n 45^1. one worde.\n\n 45^3. thou were.\n\n 46^2. in stroke.\n\n 46^4. hast thou.\n\n 47^1. of them.\n\n 47^3. An .C. wynter.\n\n 47^4. haue be.\n\n 49^1. within two or thre.\n\n 49^3. hondreth.\n\n 50^{2,3}. _The verses are transposed._\n\n 50^2. hath shapen.\n\n 51^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 53^1. of Lancastshyre.\n\n 53^4. both.\n\n 54^1. beth.\n\n 56^2. What shall.\n\n 57^4. may not.\n\n 58^3. frendes.\n\n 59^2. knowe me.\n\n 60^4. had _wanting_.\n\n 61^2. Scathelocke and Much also.\n\n 62^1. frendes.\n\n 62^2. borowes that wyll.\n\n 62^4. on a.\n\n 63^1. waye: than _wanting_.\n\n 63^3. I wyll.\n\n 64^3. me _wanting_.\n\n 67^4. loke that it well tolde.\n\n 68^2, 74^1, 77^3, 83^2. Scathelocke.\n\n 68^4. By eyghtene.\n\n 69^1. lytell Much.\n\n 69^2. greueth.\n\n 70^4. To helpe.\n\n 71^2. many a.\n\n 72^2. it well mete it be.\n\n 73^1. And of.\n\n 73^2. lept ouer.\n\n 73^3. deuylkyns.\n\n 73^4. for _wanting_.\n\n 74^3. hym the better.\n\n 74^4. Bygod it cost him.\n\n 75^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 75^2. All vnto Robyn.\n\n 75^3. an hors.\n\n 75^4. al th_is_.\n\n 76^4. God leue.\n\n 78^2. clere.\n\n 80^3. Without.\n\n 81^1. lene.\n\n 82^1. went on.\n\n 82^2. he thought.\n\n 83^1. bethought.\n\n 87^1. _wanting._\n\n 88^3. hondrde.\n\n 89^2. he is ryght.\n\n 98^1. _wanting._\n\n 113^2. gan loke.\n\n 118^4. grete ye.\n\n 119^2. were thou.\n\n 121^4. Rewarde.\n\n 123^4. By god that dyed on a tree.\n\n 124^1. Syr abbot, and ye men of lawe.\n\n 128^2. of my.\n\n 128^3. not be.\n\n 130^3. got foure hondreth.\n\n 131^2. dyght.\n\n 132^3. I nocked.\n\n 133^{1,2}.\n purueyed hym an hondreth men\n Well harneysed in that stede.\n\n 135^1. _Qy?_ But at Wentbrydge ther was.\n\n 136^2. bulle I vp pyght.\n\n 137^2. in good fay.\n\n 137^3. that _wanting_.\n\n 138^3. frend bestad.\n\n 138^4. I-slayne.\n\n 139^2. where that.\n\n 140^2. hondred: fere _for_ free.\n\n 145^2. shote.\n\n 146^1. shot.\n\n 146^2. sleste.\n\n 146^4. gan.\n\n 147^4. euer _wanting_: I me.\n\n 148^4. wan.\n\n 149^1. sir _wanting_: bore.\n\n 150^2. Wolte.\n\n 151^3. gete leue.\n\n 153^2. Ge gyue.\n\n 155^1. befell.\n\n 156^3. to _wanting_.\n\n 156^4. me to dyne.\n\n 157^2. so longe to be.\n\n 157^3. sir _wanting_.\n\n 157^4. gyue thou.\n\n 159^3. the _wanting_.\n\n 160^1. a rap.\n\n 160^2. yede nygh on two.\n\n 160^3. an .c. wynter.\n\n 160^4. wors he sholde go.\n\n 161^2. we_n_t vp.\n\n 161^3. there: made a.\n\n 161^4. and wyne.\n\n 163^1. _second_ John _wanting_.\n\n 163^2. whyle he.\n\n 164^3. an householde to.\n\n 165^3. to God _wanting_.\n\n 165^4. lyketh: me _wanting_.\n\n 166^1. and an.\n\n 167^1. ful _wanting_.\n\n 168^2. well _wanting_.\n\n 169^4. I me.\n\n 170^4. I-chaunged.\n\n 173^4. same day.\n\n 174^3. of full _wanting_.\n\n 175^3. and spones.\n\n 175^4. they none.\n\n 176^1. they toke.\n\n 176^3. dyde hym.\n\n 176^4. wode tre.\n\n 178^1. And also.\n\n 179^2. sende the: _cf._ 384^2.\n\n 181^1. hym there.\n\n 181^2. whyle.\n\n 181^4. at his.\n\n 182^2. hounde.\n\n 182^3. coud his.\n\n 184^3. syght.\n\n 185^1. I se.\n\n 185^3. an herde.\n\n 186^1. His tynde.\n\n 188^3. afore.\n\n 188^4. sir _wanting_.\n\n 189^4. now be trayed.\n\n 191^2. well _wanting_.\n\n 191^3. se his.\n\n 192^1. Make good.\n\n 192^4. lyfe is graunted.\n\n 193^2. a gone.\n\n 193^3. commaunded.\n\n 194^1. cote a pye.\n\n 194^2. well fyne.\n\n 194^3. toke.\n\n 195^3. They shall lay: sote.\n\n 196^1. laye that.\n\n 196^4. sydes do smerte.\n\n 199^1. All these.\n\n 200^1. Or I here a nother nyght sayd.\n\n 200^2. I praye.\n\n 200^3. to-morne.\n\n 201^3. the best.\n\n 201^4. That yet had the.\n\n 202^3. Thou shalt neuer a wayte me scathe.\n\n 203^2. or by.\n\n 204^1. haue: I-swore.\n\n 205^2. that he was gone.\n\n 205^3. had his.\n\n 206^4. pay.\n\n 207^4. trusty.\n\n 208^3. Scathelock.\n\n 209^3. after such.\n\n 210^{3,4}.\n Or yf he be a pore man\n Of my good he shall haue some.\n\n 214^4. these _wanting_.\n\n 215^2. frese our: leese your? dress your?\n\n 216^1. .lii.: men _wanting_.\n\n 218^2. you _for_ yon.\n\n 224^1. .lii.\n\n 231^4. serued them.\n\n 240^3. ryghtwysman.\n\n 240^4. his name.\n\n 242^1. art nade.\n\n 243^4. Also.\n\n 245^1. more sayd _wanting_.\n\n 247^4. hondred _wanting_.\n\n 267^1. gayne.\n\n 272^1. I toke it I twyse: _the second_ I _is probably a misprint_.\n\n 279^1. thy .cccc. li.\n\n 280^2. all of this.\n\n 283^3. all ther best.\n\n 284^1. all theyre best.\n\n 292^2. they slist.\n\n 293^2. acchers.\n\n 299^1. beut.\n\n 305^3. dede, _second_ d _inverted_.\n\n 314^4. walle.\n\n 315^3. These twelue: with me.\n\n 316^1. were _wanting_.\n\n 316^4. gan they.\n\n 317^2. vnto.\n\n 319^3. enemye.\n\n 319^4. Agayne the lawes.\n\n 320^2. dedes thou.\n\n 321^2. doth.\n\n 322^3. yode.\n\n 323^1. tolde.\n\n 323^4. That noble were.\n\n 324^1. He wolde: had.\n\n 324^3. He wolde.\n\n 325^1. woll: sayd the.\n\n 326^1. nowe _wanting_: thou proud sheryf: sayde our kynge\n _wanting_.\n\n 326^2. the bydde.\n\n 329^4. Therfore.\n\n 330^1. fayled.\n\n 330^4. and by.\n\n 331^1. a wayted that.\n\n 331^4. let his.\n\n 332^3. hym home.\n\n 332^4. honde and fote.\n\n 333^2. on a tre.\n\n 334^1. harde _wanting_: This the lady, the.\n\n 334^2. and fre.\n\n 335^1. to the.\n\n 335^2. tre tre.\n\n 336^1. God the good: saue _wanting_.\n\n 336^3. lady loue.\n\n 337^1. Late thou neuer.\n\n 337^2. Shamly I slayne be.\n\n 337^3. fast I-bounde.\n\n 338^2. lady fre.\n\n 338^3. I take.\n\n 338^4, 339^1. _wanting._\n\n 339^4. on your.\n\n 340^2. As a: be.\n\n 340^3. yonge men.\n\n 340^4. on a.\n\n 341^2. on a.\n\n 341^3. wode be.\n\n 341^1. Nor.\n\n 342^1. i bent.\n\n 342^3. spare.\n\n 343^2. The knyght.\n\n 343^4. I-quyt than.\n\n 344^4. gan.\n\n 346^2. so fast.\n\n 346^4. At is.\n\n 347^1. full _wanting_.\n\n 347^2. at his.\n\n 349^2. thou thryue.\n\n 349^3. to the.\n\n 351^2. his hoode.\n\n 356^2. vnder-stonde.\n\n 363^2. hane.\n\n 368^3. walked; _qy?_ walketh: by your.\n\n 371^4. blyth.\n\n 377^4. _repeats verse_ 2: Other shyft haue not we, _Copland and\n Ed. White\u2019s copies_.\n\n 381^4. I vouch it halfe on the. #f# _and_ #g#: I would geue it to\n thee.\n\n 385^1. brode tarpe. _Copland and Ed. White\u2019s copies_: seale _for_\n tarpe.\n\n 400^2. A wys.\n\n 401^4. the good whyte.\n\n 402^4. sore.\n\n 409^2. shote.\n\n 409^4. than they met. #f#, they gan: #g#, gan they mete.\n\n 412^{1,2}. _Copland and Ed. White_: sayd Robyn to our king, Vnder\n this.\n\n 417^2. _Copland and Ed. White_: I wyll come.\n\n 421^3. had so I wys: _so Copland and Ed. White_.\n\n 423^1. Theyr bowes bente: _cf._ #f#, #g#.\n\n 433^2. .xii.\n\n 433^3. he had _in Copland and Ed. White_.\n\n 436^2. ferre: fayre _in_ #c#, _Copland and Ed. White_.\n\n 437^3. was commytted. _Copland and Ed. White_: was commended for.\n\n 440^1. bernysdade.\n\n 441^2. _Qy?_ No tym\u00eb slepe.\n\n 443^1. he so.\n\n 449^3. our dere _in_ #e#.\n\n 454^2. places.\n\n Explycit. kynge Edwarde and Robyn hode and Lytell Johan Enprented\n at London in fletestrete at the sygne of the sone By Wynken de\n Worde.\n\n a bode, a gast, a gone, a nother, a vowe, be fore, be gan, be\n spake, for gone, i brought, launs gay, out lawes, to gyder,\n vnder take, _etc., etc., are printed_ abode, etc., etc.; I wys,\n i-wys; & and.\n\n _It will be understood that not all probable cases of \u00eb have been\n indicated._\n\n#c.#\n\n 26^4. myche.\n\n 28^4. ere _for_ lere.\n\n 29^2. hym gan, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 29^3. he _wanting_.\n\n 30^3. a byde.\n\n 30^4. oures.\n\n 32^1. wesshe.\n\n 32^2. sat tyll.\n\n 32^3. ryght inough, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 33^3. non so lytell, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 34^2. Garmercy.\n\n 34^4. all this.\n\n 35^4. that _wanting, as in_ #b#.\n\n 36^2. it _wanting_.\n\n 37^2. Me thynke.\n\n 38^3. Lytell Johan, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 39^1. then sayd, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 39^2. haue parte of the.\n\n 39^3, 41^3. .x. s..\n\n 40^1. haue, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 40^4. len, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 41^4. Not one, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 42^4. halfe a.\n\n 43^2. full lowe, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 43^3. tydynge, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 44^3. Myche, thyket.\n\n 45^1. one worde, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 45^3. were, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 46^1. haste be.\n\n 46^2. stroke.\n\n 46^3. And, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 46^4. hast led, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 47^1. nene of tho.\n\n 47^3. An .c. wynter.\n\n 47^4. haue be.\n\n 48^3. that syt.\n\n 49^1. this two yere, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 49^2. well knowe.\n\n 50^{2,3}. _order as in_ #a#, #b#.\n\n 50^2. hath shapen, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 51^1. than _wanting, as in_ #b#.\n\n 51^2. thou lose.\n\n 53^1. lancasesshyre.\n\n 53^4. bothe, _as in_ #a#, #b#.\n\n 54^1. bothe, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 56^2. shall fall, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 57^1. wher.\n\n 57^4. noo better, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 58^1. eyen _has fallen into the next line_ (eyen way).\n\n 58^3. frende, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 58^4. I ne haue noo nother.\n\n 59^1. the frendes.\n\n#d.#\n\n 280^2. all of this, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 281^4. full styll.\n\n 282^2. [her] keneth.\n\n 283^3. all thee beste.\n\n 284^1. all there beste.\n\n 286^3. ye _wanting_.\n\n 287^4, 288^{1,2,3}. _cut off._\n\n 289^{1,2}. _transposed._\n\n 290^3. I bent.\n\n 291^1. can bende.\n\n 291^4. as he.\n\n 292^1. shet.\n\n 292^2. they clyft.\n\n 293^1. Scathelocke.\n\n 293^2. good in fere.\n\n 295^4. then wolde.\n\n 296^2. can they.\n\n 296^3. the _wanting_.\n\n 297. _cut off, except_ ylde forest _in line_ 4.\n\n 302^2. on his.\n\n 302^3. go ne.\n\n 303^2. louest.\n\n 305^1. all out.\n\n 305^3. woundes depe.\n\n 306^{1\u20133}. _cut off._\n\n 306^4. now _wanting: only the lower part of the words of this line\n remains_.\n\n 307^2. vpon.\n\n 310^3. Robyn hode lente.\n\n 312^1. myche thanket he of the.\n\n 312^3. the grete.\n\n 314^4. walle, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 315. _nearly all cut away._\n\n 317^2. herkeneth to.\n\n 319^3. enmye, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 319^4. lawes, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 320^2. [t]hou here, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 323^{3,4}, 324^{1,2}. _wanting._\n\n 324^3. He wolde, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 326^1. Goo home thou proude sheryf, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 326^2. the bydde, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 329^4. Therfore, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 331^1. wayted thys gentyll.\n\n 331^4. his haukes.\n\n 332^{3,4}, 333^{1,2}. _wanting._\n\n 334^2. and a, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 334^3. a _wanting_.\n\n 336^3. ladye loue, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 337^3. bounde, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 338^2. so _wanting_.\n\n 338^3. I take.\n\n 338^4, 339^1. _wanting, as in_ #a#, #b#.\n\n 339^4. _has only_ [y]our way.\n\n 340^2. be wode.\n\n 340^3. mery yonge men, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 340^4. on rode, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 341^2. _only_ [th]at dyed on _preserved_.\n\n 342. _wanting._\n\n 343^4. then shall, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 344^4. can they, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 346^2. so faste, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 346^4. It is not, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 347^1. full godd, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 347^2. at wyll, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 349^2. thryue, _as in_ #b#.\n\n 349^3. to the struste.\n\n 350^2. bothe sharp.\n\n#e.#\n\n 436^2. Full fayre.\n\n 436^4. is gone.\n\n 437^3. c\u014dmitted.\n\n 441^2. to slepe.\n\n 441^3. Nor of all.\n\n 441^4. Noutter ete nor.\n\n 442^1. longeth so sore to be in.\n\n 442^{3,4}, 443^{1,2}. _wanting._\n\n 446^4. donde.\n\n 447^2. can he.\n\n 447^3. outlawes in.\n\n 449^3. our dere.\n\n#f.#\n\n _Title_: A mery geste of Robyn Hoode and of hys lyfe, wyth a newe\n playe for to be played in Maye games, very plesaunte and full of\n pastyme. _At the head of the poem_: Here begynneth a lyttell\n geste of Robyn hoode and his mery men, and of the proude Shyryfe\n of Notyngham.\n\n _Insignificant variations of spelling are not noted._\n\n 1^2. freborne.\n\n 2^4. yfounde.\n\n 3^2. lened vpon a.\n\n 3^3. stode _wanting_.\n\n 4^1. Scathelocke: _and always_.\n\n 4^2. mylners.\n\n 4^3. was no.\n\n 5^3. if ye.\n\n 6^1. hym _wanting_.\n\n 6^4. vnketh.\n\n 7^1. _wanting._\n\n 7^3. or some squyer.\n\n 9^2. The other.\n\n 9^3. was of.\n\n 9^4. of all other.\n\n 11^3. that _wanting_: shall gone.\n\n 11^4. that _wanting_.\n\n 13^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 13^3. husbandeman.\n\n 13^4. with the.\n\n 14^4. That would.\n\n 15^4. ye _wanting_.\n\n 16^2. shall we.\n\n 16^3. farre.\n\n 18^1. Nowe walke ye vp vnto the Sayle.\n\n 18^3. vnketh.\n\n 18^4. By chaunce some may ye.\n\n 19^1. cearle _misprinted for_ earle.\n\n 19^3. hym then to.\n\n 20^1. went anone vnto.\n\n 21^1. loked in B.\n\n 21^2. deme (_for_ derne) strate.\n\n 21^3. there _wanting_.\n\n 22^1. drousli (droufli?) than: semblaunt.\n\n 23^1. hanged ouer: eyes.\n\n 23^4. on sommers.\n\n 24^1. full _wanting_.\n\n 24^4. are you.\n\n 25^3. you _wanting_.\n\n 26^1. is your.\n\n 26^3. is a.\n\n 26^4. haue I harde.\n\n 27^1. graunt the: wynde.\n\n 27^2. brethren all three.\n\n 28^1. went that.\n\n 28^3. eyes.\n\n 29^1. vnto.\n\n 29^2. gan hym.\n\n 29^4. downe on.\n\n 30^2. thou art.\n\n 30^3. you _wanting_.\n\n 32^3. right _wanting_.\n\n 33^3. fayleth neuer so.\n\n 33^4. was spred.\n\n 35^4. that _wanting_.\n\n 36^1. I thank the, knyght, then said.\n\n 36^2. when I haue.\n\n 36^3. By god I was neuer so gredy.\n\n 37^3. dere _wanting_.\n\n 38^3. Lytell John: Robyn hoode.\n\n 39^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 40^1. thou haue.\n\n 40^3. I shall lende.\n\n 41^4. Not any penny.\n\n 42^4. halfe a.\n\n 43^2. full lowe.\n\n 43^4. inowe _wanting_.\n\n 45^1. me one.\n\n 45^3. thou were.\n\n 46^1. Or yls els: haste by.\n\n 46^2. stroke.\n\n 46^4. thou _wanting_.\n\n 47^1. of them.\n\n 47^3, 49^3, 55^3, _etc._ hundreth.\n\n 48^2. hat be.\n\n 49^1. two or three yerers.\n\n 49^2. _wanting._\n\n 50^{2,3}. _transposed._\n\n 50^2. hath shopen.\n\n 50^4. god it amende.\n\n 51^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 51^2. lost thy.\n\n 52^3. wenters.\n\n 53^1. Lancastshyre.\n\n 56^2. What shall.\n\n 58^1. eyes.\n\n 58^3. frendes.\n\n 58^4. ne _wanting_.\n\n 59^2. knowe mee.\n\n 59^3. Whyles.\n\n 59^4. boste that.\n\n 60^4. had _wanting_: neuer me.\n\n 61^2. Much also.\n\n 62^1. frendes.\n\n 62^2. borowes: wyll.\n\n 62^3. than _wanting_.\n\n 62^4. on a.\n\n 63^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 63^3. I haue.\n\n 64^1. made me.\n\n 64^3. me _wanting_.\n\n 65^3. yf _wanting_.\n\n 67^4. it well tolde.\n\n 68^4. eyghten score.\n\n 69^1. lyttell Much.\n\n 69^2. greueth.\n\n 70^4. To wrappe.\n\n 71^2. muche ryche.\n\n 72^2. that well mete it.\n\n 73^1. And of.\n\n 73^2. lept ouer.\n\n 73^3. What the deuils.\n\n 73^4. for _wanting_.\n\n 74^1. lought.\n\n 74^3. hym the better.\n\n 74^4. By god it cost.\n\n 75^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 75^2. All unto R.\n\n 75^3. that knight an.\n\n 75^4. al this.\n\n 76^4. God lende that it.\n\n 78^1. shal.\n\n 78^2. clene.\n\n 78^4. out _wanting_.\n\n 79^4. Under the.\n\n 81^3. may stande.\n\n 82^2. he thought.\n\n 83^4. came.\n\n 84^1. spake the.\n\n 86^3. xij monethes.\n\n 87^1. _wanting._\n\n 87^2. his lande and fee.\n\n 87^4, 95^4. Disherited.\n\n 89^2. is his.\n\n 89^4. sore.\n\n 91^3. came.\n\n 92^4. poundes.\n\n 93^3. The highe.\n\n 94^2. taken.\n\n 96^1. not _wanting_.\n\n 96^3. teme to.\n\n 98^1. _wanting._\n\n 100^3. corese.\n\n 101^3. The shal.\n\n 102^4. saluted.\n\n 103^3. that the.\n\n 103^4. me my.\n\n 104^2. hath made.\n\n 105^4. To desyre you of.\n\n 106^4. defend me from.\n\n 111^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 112^2. Sende.\n\n 112^3. a assaye.\n\n 113^1. on then gan.\n\n 113^2. _wanting._\n\n 115^4. canst not.\n\n 118^4. Ye get ye it.\n\n 119^2. were thou.\n\n 120^3. of _wanting_.\n\n 121^3. Haddest thou.\n\n 121^4. I would haue rewarded thee.\n\n 122^2. royall chere.\n\n 122^4. fast gan.\n\n 123^4. on a.\n\n 124^3. I shall.\n\n 128^3. not be.\n\n 129^2. is _wanting_.\n\n 129^4. came.\n\n 130^3. got.\n\n 131^2. stringes were well dyght.\n\n 132^3. And nocked y^e were with.\n\n 133^3. sute.\n\n 134^3. And rode.\n\n 135^1. But _wanting_: by a bridg was.\n\n 136^2. vp ypyght.\n\n 136^4. burnisshed.\n\n 137^2. in good fay.\n\n 137^3. that _wanting_.\n\n 138^3. fayre and frend.\n\n 139^2. where y^e he.\n\n 140^1. the _wanting_.\n\n 140^2. him in fere.\n\n 141^1. sholdreth and: come _for_ rome.\n\n 142^2. laye than.\n\n 142^4. And drynke.\n\n 143^4. the _wanting_.\n\n 145^2. shute.\n\n 146^2. alway cleft.\n\n 146^4. gan.\n\n 147^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 147^4. That euer I dyd see.\n\n 148^1. me thou.\n\n 148^3. thou wast.\n\n 148^4. wining.\n\n 149^1. sir _wanting_.\n\n 150^2. Wylt.\n\n 151^3. gete leue.\n\n 152^3. gaue to him anone.\n\n 153^2. He geue vs.\n\n 154^1. me _wanting_.\n\n 154^4. he had yete.\n\n 156^3. to _wanting_.\n\n 156^4. me meate.\n\n 157^1. to long.\n\n 157^2. Fasting so long to.\n\n 157^3. sir _wanting_.\n\n 157^4. geue thou.\n\n 158^4. had lere.\n\n 160^1. rappe.\n\n 160^2. backe yede nygh into.\n\n 160^3. lyueth an hundreth wynter.\n\n 160^4. worse he should go.\n\n 161^2. went vp.\n\n 161^3. And there: a _wanting_.\n\n 161^4. of _wanting_.\n\n 162^3. liue this.\n\n 162^4. shall ye.\n\n 163^1. and also dronke.\n\n 163^2. that he.\n\n 164^2. hyne, _perhaps rightly_.\n\n 164^3. an householde to.\n\n 164^4. For _wanting_.\n\n 165^3. to God _wanting_.\n\n 165^4. do lyke wel me.\n\n 166^1. a hardy.\n\n 167^1. ful _wanting_.\n\n 167^3. for _wanting_.\n\n 168^2. wel _wanting_.\n\n 169^4. I me.\n\n 170^4. Chaunged it should.\n\n 173^4. same day at nyght.\n\n 174^1. The hyed.\n\n 175^1. the _wanting_.\n\n 175^3. masers and.\n\n 175^4. they non.\n\n 176^1. they toke.\n\n 176^2. and three.\n\n 176^3. And hyed.\n\n 176^4. wode tree.\n\n 177^4. Welcome thou art to me.\n\n 178^1. And so is that good.\n\n 178^2. That thou hast brought wyth the.\n\n 179^2. And he hath send the.\n\n 179^3. His cope.\n\n 180^1. advow.\n\n 181^1. there _wanting_.\n\n 181^4. at his.\n\n 182^3. coulde his.\n\n 184^1. haue nowe.\n\n 185^1. I se.\n\n 185^3. of _wanting_: a.\n\n 186^1. tyndes be.\n\n 187^3. Buske the.\n\n 188^3. afore.\n\n 188^4. sir _wanting_.\n\n 189^3. worthe the.\n\n 189^4. now betrayed.\n\n 191^2. well _wanting_.\n\n 192^1. good chere.\n\n 192^4. lyfe is graunted.\n\n 193^3. commaunded.\n\n 194^1. cote a pye.\n\n 194^3. toke.\n\n 195^1. wight yemen.\n\n 195^3. shall: in that sorte.\n\n 196^1. that proude.\n\n 196^4. sydes do smarte.\n\n 197^1. chere _wanting_.\n\n 198^4. dwel longe.\n\n 199^1. these.\n\n 200^1. Or I here another nyght lye.\n\n 201^3. the best.\n\n 202^3. Thou shalt neuer wayte me skathe.\n\n 202^4. nor by.\n\n 203^2. by day.\n\n 204^1. swore.\n\n 204^2. he _wanting_.\n\n 204^4. was any man.\n\n 205^2. that he was gone.\n\n 206^2. Hode _wanting_.\n\n 206^4. pay.\n\n 209^1. walke _wanting_: into the.\n\n 209^3. And loke for some straunge.\n\n 209^4. By chaunce you.\n\n 210^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 210^{3,4}. _as in_ #b#.\n\n 211^1. sterte.\n\n 211^2. fraye.\n\n 212^1. went than vnto.\n\n 213^1. as he.\n\n 214^2. can.\n\n 214^4. these monkes.\n\n 215^2. And bende we.\n\n 215^3. harte.\n\n 216^1. but lii men.\n\n 218^2. Make you yonder preste.\n\n 220^1. An euell.\n\n 220^2. vnder the.\n\n 221^1. What hyght your.\n\n 222^2. shall sore rewe.\n\n 223^1. a bowe.\n\n 223^2. Redy.\n\n 223^4. gan.\n\n 224^1. twoo and fifty wyght yemen.\n\n 224^2. abode but.\n\n 226^2. whan he did se.\n\n 229^1. an.\n\n 231^1. The made.\n\n 231^4. serued them.\n\n 234^2. mote I thryue or the.\n\n 236^2. Ye nede not so to saye.\n\n 236^3. hath brought it.\n\n 237^1. And _wanting_.\n\n 238^1. broughte.\n\n 238^3. the eft agayne.\n\n 238^4. of me.\n\n 240^3. right wise.\n\n 241^2. mayest.\n\n 242^1. made _wanting_.\n\n 242^3. I do the thanke.\n\n 243^4. So mote I thryue or the.\n\n 244^2. not out one.\n\n 244^3. hast nede.\n\n 244^4. shall I: to _wanting_.\n\n 245^1. fyne more sayd.\n\n 245^4. Thereof I wyll haue.\n\n 247^1. John layd.\n\n 247^3. he _wanting_.\n\n 247^4. hundreth poundes.\n\n 248^4. cost.\n\n 249^2. that tolde.\n\n 249^3. the trust.\n\n 252^1. A_n_d she haue nede of ony.\n\n 256^1. And what is on the other courser.\n\n 256^2. sothe we must.\n\n 256^3. than _wanting_.\n\n 259^4. _second_ in _wanting_.\n\n 263^1. light fro his.\n\n 263^2. can.\n\n 263^3. Right curteysly.\n\n 265^1. good Robin.\n\n 266^4. They would.\n\n 267^1. agayne.\n\n 267^3. than sayd.\n\n 267^4. that _wanting_.\n\n 268^1. no grefe: _printed in two lines_.\n\n 268^3. dyd helpe.\n\n 269^1. Now, by my treuthe than sayd.\n\n 269^2. For that, knight, thanke.\n\n 270^1. poundes.\n\n 270^3. there.\n\n 270^{3,4}. _printed in one line._\n\n 271^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 271^3. her high.\n\n 272^1. And I should take: twyse.\n\n 272^4. thou art.\n\n 273^1. And whan.\n\n 273^2. laughed and made.\n\n 274^4. Under this trusty.\n\n 275^2. fethered.\n\n 275^3. gentyl knyght.\n\n 276^2. My wyll done that it be.\n\n 277^3. bye the a hors.\n\n 277^4. the _for_ thy (_as_ me, be _for_ my, by).\n\n 279^2. I dyd lende.\n\n 280^2. of all his.\n\n 280^3. sytteth.\n\n 283^3. they that shote al of the best.\n\n 283^4. The best.\n\n 284^1. al of the best.\n\n 284^3. of goodly.\n\n 285^3. fethers.\n\n 286^2. his trusty.\n\n 286^3, 288^3. wyght yemen.\n\n 287^1. mery yemen.\n\n 287^3. I shall knowe.\n\n 288^2. Their arowes fethere free.\n\n 289^3. archers.\n\n 289^4. shote.\n\n 291^1. can.\n\n 292^2. he clefte.\n\n 292^4. the lylly white.\n\n 294^1. Whan that.\n\n 294^3. than was.\n\n 294^4. good Robin.\n\n 295^1. To him.\n\n 295^3. gyft full.\n\n 295^4. than would.\n\n 296^2. gan the.\n\n 297^2. Thus chering.\n\n 297^3. Another promyse thou made to me.\n\n 297^4. Within the wylde.\n\n 298^1. And I had y^e in the gr[e]ne forest.\n\n 298^2. trusty tree.\n\n 298^3. me leue.\n\n 300^4. away belyue.\n\n 301^4. Amonge the.\n\n 302^1. John he was hort.\n\n 302^2. in the.\n\n 303^2. loues.\n\n 304^4. nowe to.\n\n 305^2. smite thou of.\n\n 305^3. woundes so wyde and longe.\n\n 305^4. That I after eate no breade.\n\n 306^1. that _wanting_.\n\n 306^2. slayne.\n\n 306^4. Though I had it all by me.\n\n 307^1. forbyd that: Much then.\n\n 307^4. Depart.\n\n 308^4. another a whyle.\n\n 312^1. I do the thankes for thy comfort.\n\n 312^{2,3}. And for.\n\n 313^1. all the.\n\n 314^1. Shutte.\n\n 314^4. wall.\n\n 315^1. the hote.\n\n 315^3. Thou shalt these xij dayes abide.\n\n 316^2. Redye.\n\n 316^4. gan.\n\n 317^2. vnto the.\n\n 317^3. Howe the proude shirife began.\n\n 319^1. can.\n\n 319^3. kepest there.\n\n 319^4. lawes.\n\n 320^4. am true.\n\n 321^2. do ye no more vnto.\n\n 322^3. he went.\n\n 323^4. That noble were and.\n\n 324^1. He wolde: had.\n\n 324^3. He wold.\n\n 325^1. the kynge.\n\n 326^1. Go home, thou proude sheryfe.\n\n 326^2. the bydde.\n\n 329^4. Therfore.\n\n 330^1. Ther he.\n\n 330^3. that gentyl.\n\n 330^4. and by.\n\n 331^1. awayted that.\n\n 331^4. his hauke.\n\n 332^1. _misprinted_ To be.\n\n 332^3. him home to.\n\n 332^4. Ybounde.\n\n 333^2. on a tree.\n\n 333^4. robin hode had he.\n\n 334^1. Then the lady the.\n\n 334^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 335^1. to the.\n\n 335^3. There she found.\n\n 336^1. Robyn Hode.\n\n 336^3. ladyes loue.\n\n 337^1. Let thou.\n\n 337^2. to be.\n\n 337^3. bound.\n\n 338^2. so _wanting_.\n\n 338^3. ytake.\n\n 338^4. The proude shirife than sayd she.\n\n 339. _Only this_: He is not yet passed thre myles, You may them\n ouertake.\n\n 340^2. a man: ben.\n\n 340^3. mery yemen.\n\n 340^4. on a tree.\n\n 341^2. on a tree.\n\n 341^{3,4}. And by him that al thinges maketh No lenger shall dwell\n with me.\n\n 342^1. ybent.\n\n 343^2. The knight would.\n\n 343^3. And yf ye he may him take.\n\n 343^4. Yquyte than shall he bee.\n\n 344^4. gan the.\n\n 346^2. so fast.\n\n 346^4. That is.\n\n 347^1. full _wanting_.\n\n 347^2. at his.\n\n 349^2. may thou thryue.\n\n 349^3. to the.\n\n 349^4. thou wast.\n\n 351^1. start.\n\n 351^2. cut into.\n\n 354^4. and _wanting_.\n\n 355^1. them _for_ men.\n\n 356^2. vnderstode.\n\n 357^1. the compasse.\n\n 357^2. He wend.\n\n 358^2. a one.\n\n 358^3. fynde any.\n\n 359^4. eyes.\n\n 360^3. He should.\n\n 361^2. it with.\n\n 364^3. to no.\n\n 366^2. By halte.\n\n 366^4. And vsed.\n\n 368^2. That we be.\n\n 368^4. walked: by your.\n\n 369^2. on the.\n\n 369^4. I saye.\n\n 370^4. eyes.\n\n 371^1. hastely.\n\n 371^3. They were all in.\n\n 371^4. thyther blythe.\n\n 375^2. Standinge by.\n\n 376^1. toke _wanting_.\n\n 376^4. you.\n\n 377^4. Other shyft haue not we.\n\n 378^2. And good.\n\n 380^3. full _wanting_.\n\n 381^3. a.\n\n 381^4. I would geve it to the.\n\n 382^2. And deuyde it than did he.\n\n 382^3. Half he gaue to.\n\n 384^2. He hath sent.\n\n 384^3. to _wanting_.\n\n 384^4. and to.\n\n 385^1. brode seale.\n\n 385^2. lete me.\n\n 387^4. trusty tre.\n\n 388^1. he had.\n\n 388^4. fast was.\n\n 389^2. he can it.\n\n 389^3. wyght yemen.\n\n 389^4. Came runnyng.\n\n 391^2. pene.\n\n 392^1. hastely: dyght.\n\n 392^2. can.\n\n 394^4. Blessed may.\n\n 395^2. that thou.\n\n 395^3. maiest.\n\n 395^4. together by lente.\n\n 396^4. ben.\n\n 397^1. werd.\n\n 397^2. can the.\n\n 397^3. fifty space.\n\n 398^2. The.\n\n 400^{1,2}. A good buffet on his head bare, For that shalbe his\n fyne.\n\n 400^3. And those: fell to.\n\n 401^4. the lilly white hande.\n\n 404^2. And than he.\n\n 405^4. syr _wanting_.\n\n 406^1. the kyng.\n\n 407^2. largely.\n\n 407^4. folded.\n\n 408^1. geue.\n\n 408^4. a tall.\n\n 409^2. can wel.\n\n 409^4. Togeder they gan.\n\n 410^1. Stedfastly in.\n\n 411^2. they sawe.\n\n 411^4. wele.\n\n 412^1. than sayd Robin.\n\n 412^2. this trusty.\n\n 412^4. for me.\n\n 413^1. And yet sayd good Robin.\n\n 413^2. As good god do me.\n\n 413^3. aske the.\n\n 413^4. I it.\n\n 414^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 414^2. Thy peticion I graunt the.\n\n 414^3. So y^t thou wylt leue.\n\n 415^1. syr _wanting_.\n\n 415^2. There to.\n\n 417^1. But and I lyke not.\n\n 417^2. I wyll.\n\n 417^4. I was.\n\n 418^2. now sell.\n\n 419^3. To sel to me.\n\n 420^1. for good.\n\n 420^3. And other.\n\n 421^1. his cote.\n\n 421^3. had so ywys.\n\n 421^4. They clothed them full soone.\n\n 422^3. shal we.\n\n 422^4. All this our kyng can.\n\n 423^1. The bent their bowes.\n\n 424^2. and as.\n\n 424^3. And all they shot.\n\n 425^4. kyng whan he did paye.\n\n 426^1. the kyng.\n\n 428^1. to the other can.\n\n 429^1. hastely.\n\n 430^2. them to come.\n\n 430^3. sawe.\n\n 431^4. of the.\n\n 432^3. Robin hode.\n\n 433^1. Robi_n_ hode: dwelleth.\n\n 433^3. That he had.\n\n 434^2. lay.\n\n 434^3. and squyers.\n\n 435^1. all gone.\n\n 436^4. wend.\n\n 437^3. commended for.\n\n 438^2. Alas what shall I do.\n\n 439^4. my.\n\n 440^4. And there would I faene be.\n\n 441^1. might no time this seuen nightes.\n\n 441^3. Neyther all this.\n\n 441^4. eate nor.\n\n 442^3. wolward haue I.\n\n 443^3. nyghtes.\n\n 446^3. I haue a lyttell lust.\n\n 447^2. can.\n\n 448^3. wyght yemen.\n\n 448^4. Came runnyng.\n\n 449^4. Under the.\n\n 450^1. dwelleth.\n\n 450^2. yeres.\n\n 450^3. Than for all.\n\n 452^2. Donkester.\n\n 452^3. _wanting._\n\n 452^4. For euyll mot thou the.\n\n Thus endeth the lyfe of Robyn hode.\n\n#g.#\n\n _Title and heading as in_ #f#.\n\n 1^2. free borne.\n\n 1^4. yfound.\n\n 2^2. Whilst: on the.\n\n 3^2. leaned vpon a.\n\n 3^3. stode _wanting_.\n\n 4^1. Scathlock, _and always_.\n\n 4^2. milners.\n\n 4^3. was no.\n\n 5^1. bespake him.\n\n 5^3. if you.\n\n 6^1. hym _wanting_: Robin hood.\n\n 6^2. I haue.\n\n 6^3. that _wanting_.\n\n 6^4. vnketh.\n\n 7^1. _wanting._\n\n 7^3. or some squire.\n\n 9^2. The other.\n\n 9^3. was of.\n\n 9^4. of all other.\n\n 10^1. he loued.\n\n 11^3. what way we: gone.\n\n 11^4. that _wanting_.\n\n 13^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 13^3. you: husbandman.\n\n 13^4. with the.\n\n 14^1. you.\n\n 14^4. That would.\n\n 15^1. These _wanting_.\n\n 15^4. ye _wanting_.\n\n 16^1. be _wanting_.\n\n 16^2. shall we.\n\n 17^2. goe with.\n\n 18^1. Now walke ye vp vnto the shore.\n\n 18^4. By chance some may ye meet.\n\n 19^3. him then.\n\n 20^1. went anon vnto.\n\n 21^1. looked in.\n\n 21^2. a deme.\n\n 21^3. came there.\n\n 22^1. All drouflye, _perhaps_ (_wrongly_) drouslye: semblant.\n\n 22^3. on the.\n\n 22^4. The other.\n\n 23^1. ouer his eyes.\n\n 23^4. on summers.\n\n 24^1. full _wanting_.\n\n 24^4. you.\n\n 25^3. you _wanting_.\n\n 26^1. is your.\n\n 26^3. is a.\n\n 26^4. haue I.\n\n 27^2. bretheren all three.\n\n 28^1. went that.\n\n 28^3. eyes.\n\n 29^1. vnto the.\n\n 29^2. gan him.\n\n 29^3. he did.\n\n 29^4. downe on.\n\n 30^2. thou art.\n\n 30^3. you _wanting_.\n\n 32^3. right _wanting_.\n\n 33^3. neuer so.\n\n 33^4. was spread.\n\n 35^4. that _wanting_.\n\n 36^1. I thanke thee knight then said.\n\n 36^2. when I haue.\n\n 36^3. By God I was neuer so greedy.\n\n 37^1. ere you.\n\n 37^2. Me thinke is.\n\n 37^3. dere _wanting_.\n\n 38^3. Little John: Robin hood.\n\n 39^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 40^1. thou haue.\n\n 40^4. I shall.\n\n 41^4. Not any peny.\n\n 42^4. halfe a.\n\n 43^2. full lowe.\n\n 43^4. inowe _wanting_.\n\n 45^1. one word.\n\n 45^3. thou wert: a _wanting_.\n\n 46^1. hast be.\n\n 46^2. stroke.\n\n 46^4. With whores hast thou.\n\n 47^1. of these.\n\n 47^3. An hundreth winters.\n\n 47^4. haue be.\n\n 48^1. of it.\n\n 48^2. disgrast.\n\n 49^1. Within 2 or 3 yeares: said he.\n\n 49^2. _wanting._\n\n 49^3, 55^3, 67^3, _etc._ hundreth.\n\n 50^{2,3}. _transposed._\n\n 50^2. hath shapen.\n\n 50^4. God it amend.\n\n 51^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 51^2. lost.\n\n 52^3. winters.\n\n 53^1. Lancashire.\n\n 54^1. landes be.\n\n 56^2. What shall.\n\n 58^1. eyes.\n\n 58^3. friends.\n\n 58^4. ne _wanting_.\n\n 59^2. a one: knowe me.\n\n 59^3. Whiles.\n\n 60^4. had _wanting_.\n\n 61^1. _misprinted_ ruthe they went.\n\n 61^2. Much also.\n\n 62^1. friends.\n\n 62^2. borrowes: will.\n\n 62^3. than _wanting_.\n\n 62^4. on a.\n\n 63^1. thy iest: than _wanting_.\n\n 63^2. I will.\n\n 63^3. will God.\n\n 64^1. made me.\n\n 64^2. doth _misprinted for_ both.\n\n 64^3. me _wanting_.\n\n 65^3. yf _wanting_.\n\n 65^4. faileth.\n\n 67^4. it well tolde.\n\n 68^3. tolde forth.\n\n 68^4. eighteene score.\n\n 69^1. little much.\n\n 69^2. grieued.\n\n 69^4. fallen.\n\n 70^4. To wrap.\n\n 71^2. much rich.\n\n 72^2. that well ymet it.\n\n 73^1. And of.\n\n 73^2. leped ouer.\n\n 73^4. for _wanting_.\n\n 74^1. full _wanting_: laught.\n\n 74^3. the better measure.\n\n 74^4. By God it cost.\n\n 75^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 75^2. All vnto R.\n\n 75^3. an.\n\n 75^4. all his good.\n\n 76^1. God lend that it be.\n\n 78^2. clene.\n\n 78^4. bring them.\n\n 79^3. months.\n\n 79^4. Vnder the.\n\n 81^3. the _wanting_.\n\n 82^2. he thought.\n\n 83^4. came.\n\n 84^1. spake the.\n\n 85^3. vpon _wanting_.\n\n 86^3. months: there _wanting_.\n\n 87^1. _wanting._\n\n 87^2. land and fee.\n\n 87^4, 95^4. Disherited.\n\n 88^3. a.\n\n 88^4. lay it.\n\n 89^2. is his.\n\n 89^4. sore.\n\n 90^4. You doe him.\n\n 92^4. pounds.\n\n 93^1. and high.\n\n 93^2. Stert.\n\n 93^3. The high.\n\n 94^2. taken.\n\n 95^3. comes.\n\n 96^1. not _wanting_.\n\n 96^3. to them.\n\n 98^1. _wanting._\n\n 100^3. best corse.\n\n 100^4. I _wanting_.\n\n 101^1. them to.\n\n 101^3. come there.\n\n 102^4. saluted.\n\n 103^4. me my.\n\n 104^2. hath made.\n\n 105^4. To desire of.\n\n 106^4. defend me against.\n\n 109^2. _wanting._\n\n 110^3. thy lande.\n\n 111^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 112^2. Send.\n\n 113^1. on them.\n\n 113^2. _wanting._\n\n 113^4. Step thee: of the.\n\n 116^1. tournaments.\n\n 116^2. farre that.\n\n 117^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 117^3. Or else: safely say.\n\n 118^4. Ye get not my land so.\n\n 119^1. thousa_n_d pound more.\n\n 119^2. were thou.\n\n 121^2. that _wanting_.\n\n 121^3. Hadst.\n\n 121^4. I would haue rewarded thee.\n\n 122^2. royall cheere.\n\n 122^4. gan.\n\n 123^2. to thee.\n\n 123^4. on a.\n\n 124^1. and you.\n\n 124^2. held.\n\n 128^3. had not.\n\n 129^2. is _wanting_.\n\n 129^4. came on the.\n\n 130^3. got.\n\n 132^3. And nocked they were with.\n\n 133^3. suite.\n\n 134^3. And rode.\n\n 135^1. As he went vp a bridge was.\n\n 136^{1,2}. _wanting._\n\n 136^3. with a.\n\n 137^2. in good.\n\n 137^3. that _wanting_.\n\n 138^3. friend bested.\n\n 138^4. Yslaine.\n\n 139^2. where that.\n\n 139^3. the yeoman.\n\n 139^4. the loue.\n\n 140^2. him in feare.\n\n 141^1. all _wanting_.\n\n 142^1. markes.\n\n 142^4. And drinke.\n\n 143^2. that the.\n\n 143^4. the _wanting_.\n\n 146^2. alway claue.\n\n 146^4. gan.\n\n 147^4. euer I did see.\n\n 148^1. me thou.\n\n 148^3. wast thou.\n\n 148^4. wonning.\n\n 149^1. sir _wanting_.\n\n 149^2. al _wanting_.\n\n 150^2. Wilt.\n\n 151^3. ye get leave.\n\n 152^3. to him anon.\n\n 153^2. He giue vs.\n\n 154^1. me _wanting_.\n\n 154^4. he had yet.\n\n 155^1. befell.\n\n 155^4. forgot.\n\n 156^2. the _wanting_.\n\n 156^3. to _wanting_.\n\n 156^4. me meat.\n\n 157^2. Fasting so long to.\n\n 157^3. sir _wanting_.\n\n 157^4. giue thou.\n\n 158^1. Shalt neither eat nor drinke.\n\n 159^1. was vncourteous.\n\n 159^2. on the.\n\n 160^1. a rappe.\n\n 160^2. backe yede nigh.\n\n 160^3. liueth: winters.\n\n 160^4. he still shall goe.\n\n 161^2. ope.\n\n 161^3. there: a large.\n\n 161^4. and wine.\n\n 162^1. you.\n\n 162^3. you liue this.\n\n 162^4. shall ye.\n\n 163^1. eat and also drunke.\n\n 163^3. in the.\n\n 164^1. my.\n\n 164^2. hine: _perhaps rightly_.\n\n 164^3. an housholde for.\n\n 165^3. to God _wanting_.\n\n 165^4. doe like well.\n\n 166^1. and a.\n\n 167^1. ful _wanting_.\n\n 167^2. toke _wanting_.\n\n 167^3. for _wanting_.\n\n 168^2. well _wanting_.\n\n 169^4. euer I saw yet.\n\n 170^4. changed it should.\n\n 171^4. we will.\n\n 173^3. ylke day at.\n\n 174^1. They hied.\n\n 174^2. they could.\n\n 174^3. full _wanting_.\n\n 174^4. euery one.\n\n 175^1. the _wanting_.\n\n 175^3. masers and.\n\n 175^4. they none.\n\n 176^1. Also they.\n\n 176^2. and three.\n\n 176^3. And hied them to.\n\n 176^4. wood tree.\n\n 177^3. And thou.\n\n 177^4. Welcome thou art to me.\n\n 178^1. And so is that good yeoman.\n\n 178^2. That thou hast brought with.\n\n 179^2. He hath sent thee here.\n\n 179^3. His cup.\n\n 180^2. And by.\n\n 181^1. there _wanting_.\n\n 181^3. he ran _wanting_.\n\n 181^4. at his.\n\n 182^2. hound.\n\n 182^3. could his.\n\n 183^1. saue thee.\n\n 183^2. you saue.\n\n 183^4. haue you.\n\n 184^1. haue now be in the.\n\n 185^1. I see.\n\n 185^3. of _wanting_.\n\n 186^1. tindes be.\n\n 187^1. my.\n\n 187^3. Buske thee.\n\n 188^2. A foote.\n\n 188^3. afore.\n\n 188^4. sir _wanting_.\n\n 189^3. worth thee.\n\n 189^4. nowe _wanting_.\n\n 190^1. Litell _wanting_.\n\n 191^2. well _wanting_.\n\n 192^1. Make good.\n\n 192^2. of _for_ for.\n\n 192^4. life is graunted.\n\n 193^1. had all.\n\n 193^3. commanded.\n\n 193^4. hose and shoone.\n\n 194^1. coate a pie.\n\n 194^3. tooke.\n\n 195^1. wight yeomen.\n\n 195^3. That they shall lie in that sorte.\n\n 196^1. lay that.\n\n 196^4. sides doe smart.\n\n 197^1. chere _wanting_.\n\n 198^4. dwell long.\n\n 199^1. All this.\n\n 200^1. Or I heere an other night lie.\n\n 200^2. I pray.\n\n 200^3. my: to morne.\n\n 200^4. _wanting._\n\n 201^3. the best.\n\n 202^3. Thou shalt: wait: scath.\n\n 202^4. nor by.\n\n 203^2. or else by.\n\n 204^2. home againe to.\n\n 204^3. as _wanting_.\n\n 204^4. was any man.\n\n 205^2. that he was gon.\n\n 206^2. But Robin said.\n\n 206^4. pay.\n\n 207^3. dare sweare.\n\n 209^1. walke _wanting_: into the.\n\n 209^3. And looke for some strange.\n\n 209^4. By chance you.\n\n 210^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 210^{3,4}. _as in_ #b#, _excepting_ goods _for_ good.\n\n 211^2. in a fray.\n\n 212^1. went then vnto.\n\n 213^1. as they.\n\n 213^3. They were ware.\n\n 214^4. These monkes.\n\n 215^2. And bend we.\n\n 215^3. looke our.\n\n 216^1. hath but fifty and two man.\n\n 216^4. royall.\n\n 217^1. Bretheren.\n\n 218^2. Make you yonder priest.\n\n 220^1. An.\n\n 221^1. What hight your.\n\n 222^2. sore rue.\n\n 223^1. a bowe.\n\n 223^2. Ready.\n\n 223^4. ground he gan.\n\n 224^1. two and fiftie wight yeomen.\n\n 224^2. abode but.\n\n 225^3. Hode _wanting_.\n\n 226^1. downe.\n\n 226^2. when he did.\n\n 226^4. let it.\n\n 229^1. blowe we.\n\n 231^4. serued him.\n\n 232^3. you.\n\n 234^2. So mote I thriue of thee.\n\n 236^2. You neede not so to say.\n\n 236^3. hath brought it.\n\n 237^1. And _wanting_.\n\n 238^1. hast the mony brought.\n\n 238^3. eft againe.\n\n 238^4. need of.\n\n 240^1. my.\n\n 241^2. not denay.\n\n 242^1. made _wanting_.\n\n 242^3. I doe thee thanke.\n\n 243^2. Truth.\n\n 243^4. So mought I thriue and thee.\n\n 244^2. not take one.\n\n 244^3. hast need of.\n\n 244^4. shall I: to _wanting_.\n\n 245^1. finde more said.\n\n 245^3. spending-money.\n\n 245^4. Thereof I will haue.\n\n 246^4. penny let me.\n\n 247^1. John laid.\n\n 247^2. he _wanting_.\n\n 247^4. Eight hundreth.\n\n 248^3. true now.\n\n 248^4. cost.\n\n 249^2. Monke that.\n\n 251^1. and to.\n\n 251^3. need of.\n\n 252^1. haue need of any.\n\n 256^1. And what is in y^e other coffer.\n\n 256^2. we must.\n\n 256^3. than _wanting_.\n\n 258^2. he _wanting_.\n\n 259^4. or D.\n\n 263^1. light from his.\n\n 263^2. can.\n\n 263^3. Right _for_ So: down.\n\n 265^1. bespake good Robin: Hode _wanting_.\n\n 266^3. For _wanting_.\n\n 266^4. They would.\n\n 267^3. then said.\n\n 267^4. And that.\n\n 268^1. take no griefe.\n\n 268^3. did I helpe.\n\n 268^4. they put.\n\n 269^1. Now by my truth then.\n\n 269^2. For that knight thanke.\n\n 270^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 270^3. there is: also _wanting_.\n\n 271^1. then said.\n\n 271^3. her hie.\n\n 272^1. And I should take it twice.\n\n 272^2. for me.\n\n 273^1. And when.\n\n 273^2. He laughed and made.\n\n 274^4. this trusty.\n\n 275^1. do he said.\n\n 275^2. fethered.\n\n 275^3. the gentle.\n\n 276^2. My will doone that it be.\n\n 276^3. Go and fetch me foure: pounds.\n\n 277^3. buye thee.\n\n 278^3. shalt not.\n\n 278^4. Whilste I.\n\n 279^1. well for.\n\n 279^2. I did send.\n\n 280^2. of all his.\n\n 280^3. sitteth.\n\n 281^1. take.\n\n 281^2. wend.\n\n 283^3. And they that shoote all of the best.\n\n 283^4. The best.\n\n 284^1. all of the best.\n\n 284^3. of goodly.\n\n 285^1. he should.\n\n 285^3. and feathers.\n\n 285^4. the like.\n\n 286^2. his trusty.\n\n 286^3. ye ready you wight yeomen.\n\n 287^1. merry yeomen.\n\n 287^3. I shall know.\n\n 288^2. Their takles.\n\n 288^3. of _wanting_: wight yeomen.\n\n 289^3. were: archers.\n\n 289^4. shot.\n\n 291^1. The first.\n\n 291^4. the buttes where.\n\n 292^2. he claue.\n\n 292^4. lilly-white.\n\n 293^4. they would.\n\n 294^3. then was.\n\n 295^1. To him.\n\n 295^3. guift full.\n\n 295^4. then would.\n\n 296^2. A great horn gan he.\n\n 297^1. be to thee.\n\n 297^2. Thus cheering.\n\n 297^3. An other promise thou madest to me.\n\n 297^4. Within the greene.\n\n 298^1. But and I had thee there againe.\n\n 298^2. the trusty.\n\n 298^3. giue me.\n\n 299^3. was torne.\n\n 300^4. away beliue.\n\n 301^1. broke.\n\n 301^4. the _for_ that.\n\n 302^1. he was.\n\n 302^2. on the knee.\n\n 303^2. you loued.\n\n 305^2. thou off.\n\n 305^3. wounds so wide and long.\n\n 305^4. That I after eat no bread.\n\n 306^1. that _wanting_.\n\n 306^2. wert slaine.\n\n 306^4. Though I had it all by me.\n\n 307^1. forbid that: Much then.\n\n 307^4. Depart.\n\n 308^3. he set.\n\n 310^2. of the.\n\n 311^3. be thou _wanting_.\n\n 312^1. I do thee thanke for.\n\n 312^{2,3}. And for.\n\n 313^1. all the.\n\n 314^4. the wall.\n\n 315^1. thee hite.\n\n 315^2. And sweare.\n\n 315^3. Thou shalt these twelue daies abide with me.\n\n 316^2. Ready and.\n\n 316^4. gan.\n\n 317^2. hearken vnto the.\n\n 317^3. sheriffe began.\n\n 319^3. there: enemies.\n\n 319^4. all law.\n\n 320^1. what I.\n\n 320^4. a _wanting_.\n\n 321^2. doe ye.\n\n 321^3. you wit your.\n\n 322^3. he went.\n\n 323^4. noble were and.\n\n 324^1. He would: had.\n\n 324^3. He would.\n\n 325^1. said the.\n\n 325^4. will I.\n\n 326^1. Goe home thou proude: sayde our kynge _wanting_.\n\n 326^2. I you bid.\n\n 329^4. Therefore had.\n\n 330^1. there he.\n\n 330^3. that gentle.\n\n 331^1. Euer awaited that.\n\n 331^2. of the.\n\n 331^4. his hauke.\n\n 332^1. To betray this gentle knight.\n\n 332^3. him home.\n\n 332^4. Ybound.\n\n 333^2. on a tree.\n\n 333^3. had rather then a.\n\n 333^4. That Robin hood had hee.\n\n 334^1. Then the lady the.\n\n 334^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 335^1. to the.\n\n 335^3. There found she.\n\n 335^4. merry menye.\n\n 336^3. loue _for_ sake.\n\n 337^1. Let thou.\n\n 337^3. bound.\n\n 338^2. so _wanting_.\n\n 338^3. thy lord ytake.\n\n 338^4. The proud sheriffe then said she.\n\n 339.\n he is not yet passed three miles,\n you may them ouertake:\n\n 340.\n Vp then start good Robin\n as a man that has been wake:\n Buske ye, my merry yeomen,\n for him that dyed on a tree.\n\n 341^2. on a tree.\n\n 341^3. And by him that all things maketh.\n\n 341^4. shall dwell.\n\n 342^1. ybent.\n\n 342^2. More.\n\n 342^3. they spared none.\n\n 343^2. The knight.\n\n 343^3. if ye may him ouertake.\n\n 343^4. then shall he.\n\n 344^4. gan.\n\n 345^2. so fast.\n\n 345^4. thy boote.\n\n 347^1. full _wanting_.\n\n 347^2. at his.\n\n 349^1. the _for_ thou.\n\n 349^2. may thou.\n\n 349^3. to thee.\n\n 350^3. it on.\n\n 350^4. driue.\n\n 351^2. cut in.\n\n 353^2. leasind.\n\n 354^4. hode if.\n\n 355^1. them _for_ men.\n\n 356^2. vnderstood.\n\n 356^4. all the knights land.\n\n 357^1. The compasse of.\n\n 357^2. wend.\n\n 358^2. many a one.\n\n 358^3. finde any.\n\n 359^4. eyes.\n\n 360^2. vnto.\n\n 360^3. He should.\n\n 360^4. of _for_ at.\n\n 361^2. it with.\n\n 362^3. O my.\n\n 364^2. his best.\n\n 364^3. to no.\n\n 366^2. halt.\n\n 366^3. he slew.\n\n 366^4. And vsed.\n\n 368^2. now be.\n\n 368^3. by your.\n\n 368^4. a monks.\n\n 369^1. lodesman.\n\n 369^2. on the.\n\n 369^4. come at.\n\n 370^4. eyes.\n\n 371^1. hastily.\n\n 371^3. They were all: monks weeds.\n\n 371^4. thither blithe.\n\n 372^4. to _wanting_.\n\n 374^1. sommer.\n\n 374^3. Vntill.\n\n 375^2. by the.\n\n 376^3. sayd _wanting_.\n\n 376^4. you.\n\n 377^4. Other shift haue not wee.\n\n 378^2. good _for_ gold.\n\n 380^3. full _wanting_.\n\n 381^1. I _wanting_.\n\n 381^3. an.\n\n 381^4. I would giue it to thee.\n\n 382^2. And deuided it then did he.\n\n 382^3. Halfe he gaue to.\n\n 382^4. to _wanting_.\n\n 383^2. Syr _wanting_.\n\n 384^2. He hath sent.\n\n 385^1. broad seale.\n\n 386^3. be my.\n\n 387^1. tyding.\n\n 387^4. the trusty.\n\n 388^1. he had.\n\n 388^4. full was fast.\n\n 389^2. gan it.\n\n 389^3. wight yeomen.\n\n 389^4. running _for_ redy.\n\n 392^1. hastily: dight.\n\n 392^2. can.\n\n 393^4. the good ale browne.\n\n 394^4. may thou.\n\n 395^1. I _for_ we.\n\n 395^2. Or that.\n\n 395^3. maist.\n\n 395^4. be lend.\n\n 396^4. beene.\n\n 397^2. can.\n\n 400^{1,2}. A good buffet on his head beare for this shall be his\n fine.\n\n 400^3. And those: fell in.\n\n 401^2. claue.\n\n 401^4. lilly white.\n\n 403^2. Fore: freends faire.\n\n 403^3. of _wanting_.\n\n 404^2. then _for_ thus.\n\n 405^4. syr _wanting_.\n\n 406^1. said y^e.\n\n 406^2. be _for_ by, _as often_.\n\n 407^2. largely.\n\n 407^4. folded.\n\n 408^4. a tall frier.\n\n 409^2. can.\n\n 409^4. gan they meet.\n\n 410^2. Stedfast in.\n\n 411^1. the said!\n\n 411^2. sawe.\n\n 412^1. said Robin to.\n\n 412^2. this trusty.\n\n 412^4. and for mee.\n\n 413^1. And yet said good R.\n\n 413^2. As good God do me.\n\n 413^3. aske thee.\n\n 413^4. I it.\n\n 414^1. than _wanting_.\n\n 414^2. Thy petition I graunt thee.\n\n 414^3. So that thou wilt leaue.\n\n 415^1. syr _wanting_.\n\n 415^2. There to dwell.\n\n 417^1. But and I like not.\n\n 417^2. I will.\n\n 417^4. I was.\n\n 418^2. nowe _wanting_.\n\n 419^3. To sell.\n\n 421^1. his cote.\n\n 421^3. had so ywis.\n\n 421^4. They clothed them full.\n\n 422^2. the gray.\n\n 422^3. Now shall we.\n\n 422^4. All this: can.\n\n 423^1. They bent their.\n\n 424^3. And all they.\n\n 425^4. king when he did pay.\n\n 426^1. said the.\n\n 426^4. I shot.\n\n 428^1. togither can.\n\n 428^4. leaueth not one.\n\n 429^1. hastely.\n\n 430^2. to come againe.\n\n 430^3. saw our.\n\n 431^4. of the.\n\n 432^3. Robin hood.\n\n 433^1. Robin hood dwelled.\n\n 433^3. That he had.\n\n 434^3. and squires.\n\n 434^4. a great.\n\n 435^1. gone.\n\n 435^4. hym _wanting_.\n\n 436^2. faire.\n\n 436^4. wend.\n\n 437^3. was commended for the.\n\n 438^2. Alas what shall I doe.\n\n 440^4. there would I faine be.\n\n 441^1. might no time this: nights.\n\n 441^2. one _for_ ne.\n\n 441^3. all this.\n\n 441^4. nor _for_ ne.\n\n 442^3. haue I.\n\n 443^3. nights.\n\n 446^3. I haue a little lust for.\n\n 447^2. can.\n\n 448^3. wight yeomen.\n\n 448^4. running _for_ redy.\n\n 449^4. Vnder the.\n\n 450^2. yeeres.\n\n 450^3. Then for dred.\n\n 452^2. Dankastre.\n\n 452^3. _wanting._\n\n 452^4. For euill: they thee.\n\n 455^3. good _wanting_.\n\n Thus endeth the life of Robin hood.\n\n\n\n\n 118\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE\n\n \u2018Guye of Gisborne,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 262; Hales and Furnivall, II, 227.\n\n\nFirst printed in the Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, 1765, I, 74,\nand, with less deviation from the original, in the fourth edition, 1794,\nI, 81. Reprinted from the Reliques in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, I, 114.\n\nRobin Hood has had a dream that he has been beaten and bound by two\nyeomen, who have taken away his bow. He vows that he will have\nvengeance, and sets out in search of them with Little John. Robin and\nJohn shoot as they go, till they come to the greenwood and see a yeoman\nleaning against a tree, clad in a horse-hide, with head, tail, and mane.\nJohn proposes to go to the yeoman to ask his intentions. Robin considers\nthis to be forward of John, and speaks so roughly to him that John parts\ncompany, and returns to Barnsdale. Things are in a bad way there: the\nsheriff of Nottingham has attacked Robin\u2019s band; two have been slain;\nScarlett is flying, and the sheriff in pursuit with seven score men.\nJohn sends an arrow at the pursuers, which kills one of them; but his\nbow breaks, and John is made prisoner and tied to a tree.\n\nRobin learns from the man in horse-hide that he is seeking Robin Hood,\nbut has lost his way. Robin offers to be his guide, and as they go\nthrough the wood proposes a shooting-match. Both shoot well, but Robin\nso much the better that the other breaks out into expressions of\nadmiration, and asks his name. Tell me thine first, says Robin. \u201cI am\nGuy of Gisborne;\u201d \u201cand I Robin Hood, whom thou long hast sought.\u201d They\nfight fiercely for two hours; Robin stumbles and is hit, but invokes the\nVirgin\u2019s aid, leaps up and kills Guy. He nicks Guy\u2019s face so that it\ncannot be recognized, throws his own green gown over the body, puts on\nthe horse-hide, and blows Guy\u2019s horn. The sheriff hears in the sound\ntidings that Guy has slain Robin, and thinks it is Guy that he sees\ncoming in the horse-hide. The supposed Guy is offered anything that he\nwill ask, but will take no reward but the boon of serving the knave as\nhe has the master. Robin hies to Little John, looses him, and gives him\nSir Guy\u2019s bow. The sheriff takes to flight, but cannot outrun John\u2019s\narrow, which cleaves his heart.\n\nThe beginning, and perhaps the development, of the story might have been\nmore lucid but for verses lost at the very start. Robin Hood dreams of\ntwo yeomen that beat and bind him, and goes to seek them, \u201cin greenwood\nwhere they be.\u201d Sir Guy being one, the other person pointed at must of\ncourse be the sheriff of Nottingham (who seems to be beyond his beat in\nYorkshire,[81] but outlaws can raise no questions of jurisdiction), in\nleague with Sir Guy (a Yorkshireman, who has done many a curst turn) for\nthe capture or slaying of Robin. The dream simply foreshadows danger\nfrom two quarters. But Robin Hood is nowhere informed, as we are, that\nthe sheriff is out against him with seven score men, has attacked his\ncamp, and taken John prisoner. He knows nothing of this so far on as\nstanza 45^3, where, after killing Guy, he says he will go to Barnsdale\nto see how his men are faring. Why then does he make his arrangements in\nstanzas 42\u201345^2, before he returns to Barnsdale, to pass himself off for\nSir Guy? Plainly this device is adopted with the knowledge that John is\na prisoner, and as a means of delivering him; which all that follows\nshows. Our embarrassment is the greater because we cannot point out any\nplace in the story at which the necessary information could have been\nconveyed; there is no cranny where it could have been thrust in. It will\nnot be enough, therefore, to suppose that verses have dropped out; there\nmust also have been a considerable derangement of the story.\n\nThe abrupt transition from the introductory verses, 1, 2^{1,2}, is found\nin Adam Bell, and the like occurs in other ballads.\n\nA fragment of a dramatic piece founded on the ballad of Guy of Gisborne\nhas been preserved in manuscript of the date of 1475, or earlier.[82] In\nthis, a knight, not named, engages to take Robin Hood for the sheriff,\nand is promised gold and fee if he does. The knight accosts Robin, and\nproposes that they shoot together. They shoot, cast the stone, cast the\naxle-tree, perhaps wrestle (for the knight has a fall), then fight to\nthe utterance. Robin has the mastery, cuts off the knight\u2019s head, and\ndons his clothes, putting the head into his hood. He hears from a man\nwho comes along that Robin Hood and his men have been taken by the\nsheriff, and says, Let us go kill the sheriff. Then follows, out of the\norder of time, as is necessary in so brief a piece, the capture of Friar\nTuck and the others by the sheriff. The variations from the Percy MS.\nstory may be arbitrary, or may be those of another version of the\nballad. The friar is called Tuck, as in the other play: see Robin Hood\nand the Potter.\n\n \u2018Syr sheryff\u00eb, for thy sak\u00eb,\n Robyn Hode wull Y tak\u00eb.\u2019\n \u2018I wyll the gyff\u00eb golde and fee,\n This behest\u00eb \u00fe_o_u hold\u00eb me.\u2019\n\n \u2018Robyn Hode, ffayre and fre,\n Vndre this lynd\u00eb shot\u00eb we.\u2019\n \u2018With the shote Y wyll,\n Alle thy lust\u00ebs to full fyll.\u2019\n\n \u2018Have at the pryk\u00eb!\u2019\n \u2018And Y cleu\u00eb the styk\u00eb.\u2019\n \u2018Late vs cast\u00eb the stone.\u2019\n \u2018I graunt\u00eb well, be Seynt John.\u2019\n \u2018Late vs cast\u00eb the exaltre.\u2019\n \u2018Have a foote be-for\u00eb the!\n Syr knyght, ye haue a falle.\u2019\n \u2018And I the, Robyn, qwyt\u00eb shall.\u2019\n \u2018Owte on the! I blow\u00eb myn horne.\u2019\n \u2018Hit war\u00eb better be vnborne.\u2019\n \u2018Lat vs fyght at ottraunc\u00eb.\u2019\n \u2018He that fleth, God gyfe hym myschaunc\u00eb!\n\n Now I hau\u00eb the maystry her\u00eb,\n Off I smyt\u00eb this sory swyr\u00eb.\n This knyghtys clothis wolle I wer\u00eb,\n And in my hode his hede woll ber\u00eb.\n Welle mete, felow\u00eb myn:\n What herst \u00fe_o_u of gode Robyn?\u2019\n \u2018Robyn Hode and his menye\n W_i_t_h_ the sheryff takyn be.\u2019\n \u2018Sette on foot\u00eb w_i_t_h_ gode wyll,\n And the sheryff\u00eb wull we kyll.\u2019\n\n \u2018Beholde wele Ffrere Tuk\u00eb,\n Howe he dothe his bow\u00eb pluk\u00eb.\n \u021celd yow, syrs, to the sheryff[\u00eb],\n Or elles shall yo_u_r bow\u00ebs clyff\u00eb.\u2019\n \u2018Nowe we be bownden alle in sam\u00eb;\n Frere [T]uke, \u00feis is no gam\u00eb.\u2019\n \u2018Co[m]e \u00fe_o_u forth, \u00fe_o_u fals outlaw\u00eb:\n \u00de_o_u shall b[e] hangyde and ydraw\u00eb.\u2019\n \u2018Now, allas! what shall we doo!\n We [m]ost\u00eb to the prysone goo.\u2019\n \u2018Opy[n] the yatis faste anon,\n An[d] [d]oo theis thevys ynn\u00eb gon.\u2019[83]\n\nRitson pointed out that Guy of Gisborne is named with \u201cother worthies,\nit is conjectured of a similar stamp,\u201d in a satirical piece of William\nDunbar, \u2018Of Sir Thomas Norray.\u2019\n\n Was never vyld Robeine wnder bewch,\n Nor \u021det Roger of Clekkinsklewch,\n So bauld a bairne as he;\n Gy of Gysburne, na Allan Bell,\n Nor Simones sonnes of Quhynfell,\n At schot war nevir so slie.[84]\n\n Ed. John Small, Part II, p. 193.\n\nGisburne is in the West Riding of Yorkshire, on the borders of\nLancashire, seven miles from Clitheroe.\n\n He that had neither beene a kithe nor kin\n Might haue seene a full fayre sight, 36^{1,2},\n\nanticipates Byron:\u2014\n\n By heaven, it is a splendid sight to see,\n For one who hath no friend, no brother, there.\n\n Childe Harold, I, 40^{1,2}.\n\n\nTranslated, after Percy\u2019s Reliques, by Bodmer, II, 128; La Motte Fouqu\u00e9,\nin B\u00fcsching\u2019s Erz\u00e4hlungen, p. 241; Doenniges, p. 174; Anastasius Gr\u00fcn,\np. 103; Cesare Cant\u00f9, Documenti, etc., p. 799 (the first thirty-seven\nstanzas).\n\n\n 1\n When shawes beene sheene, and shradds full fayre,\n And leeues both large and longe,\n Itt is merrry, walking in the fayre fforrest,\n To heare the small birds songe.\n\n 2\n The woodweele sang, and wold not cease,\n Amongst the leaues a lyne:\n And it is by two wight yeomen,\n By deare God, _tha_t I meane.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 3\n \u2018Me thought they did mee beate and binde,\n And tooke my bow mee froe;\n If I bee Robin a-liue in this lande,\n I\u2019le be wrocken on both them towe.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018Sweauens are swift, m_aster_,\u2019 q_uo_th Iohn,\n \u2018As the wind _tha_t blowes ore a hill;\n Ffor if itt be neu_er_ soe lowde this night,\n To-morrow it may be still.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018Buske yee, bowne yee, my merry men all,\n Ffor Iohn shall goe w_i_th mee;\n For I\u2019le goe seeke yond wight yeomen\n In greenwood where the bee.\u2019\n\n 6\n Th\u00e9 cast on their gowne of greene,\n A shooting gone are they,\n Vntill they came to the merry greenwood,\n Where they had gladdest bee;\n There were the ware of [a] wight yeoman,\n His body leaned to a tree.\n\n 7\n A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,\n Had beene many a mans bane,\n And he was cladd in his capull-hyde,\n Topp, and tayle, and mayne.\n\n 8\n \u2018Stand you still, m_aster_,\u2019 q_uo_th Litle Iohn,\n \u2018Vnder this trusty tree,\n And I will goe to yond wight yeoman,\n To know his meaning trulye.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018A, Iohn, by me thou setts noe store,\n And _tha_t\u2019s a ffarley thinge;\n How offt send I my men beffore,\n And tarry my-selfe behinde?\n\n 10\n \u2018It is noe cunning a knaue to ken,\n And a man but heare him speake;\n And itt were not for bursting of my bowe,\n Iohn, I wold thy head breake.\u2019\n\n 11\n But often words they breeden bale,\n _Tha_t p_ar_ted Robin and Iohn;\n Iohn is gone to Barn[e]sdale,\n The gates he knowes eche one.\n\n 12\n And when hee came to Barnesdale,\n Great heauinesse there hee hadd;\n He ffound two of his fellowes\n Were slaine both in a slade,\n\n 13\n And Scarlett a ffoote flyinge was,\n Ou_er_ stockes and stone,\n For the sheriffe w_i_th seuen score men\n Fast after him is gone.\n\n 14\n \u2018Yett one shoote I\u2019le shoote,\u2019 sayes Litle Iohn,\n \u2018W_i_th Crist his might and mayne;\n I\u2019le make yond fellow _tha_t flyes soe fast\n To be both glad and ffaine.\u2019\n\n 15\n Iohn bent vp a good veiwe bow,\n And ffetteled him to shoote;\n The bow was made of a tender boughe,\n And fell downe to his foote.\n\n 16\n \u2018Woe worth thee, wicked wood,\u2019 sayd Litle Iohn,\n \u2018_Tha_t ere thou grew on a tree!\n Ffor this day thou art my bale,\n My boote when thou shold bee!\u2019\n\n 17\n This shoote it was but looselye shott,\n The arrowe flew in vaine,\n And it mett one of the sheriffes men;\n Good W_illia_m a Trent was slaine.\n\n 18\n It had beene better for W_illia_m a Trent\n To hange vpon a gallowe\n Then for to lye in the greenwoode,\n There slaine w_i_th an arrowe.\n\n 19\n And it is sayd, when men be mett,\n Six can doe more then three:\n And they haue tane Litle Iohn,\n And bound him ffast to a tree.\n\n 20\n \u2018Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe,\u2019 q_uo_th the sheriffe,\n \u2018And hanged hye on a hill:\u2019\n \u2018But thou may ffayle,\u2019 q_uo_th Litle Iohn,\n \u2018If itt be Christs owne will.\u2019\n\n 21\n Let vs leaue talking of Litle Iohn,\n For hee is bound fast to a tree,\n And talke of Guy and Robin Hood,\n In the green woode where they bee.\n\n 22\n How these two yeomen together they mett,\n Vnder the leaues of lyne,\n To see what marchandise they made\n Euen at that same time.\n\n 23\n \u2018Good morrow, good fellow,\u2019 q_uo_th S_i_r Guy;\n \u2018Good morrow, good ffellow,\u2019 q_uo_th hee;\n \u2018Methinkes by this bow thou beares in thy hand,\n A good archer thou seems to bee.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018I am wilfull of my way,\u2019 q_uo_th S_i_r Guye,\n \u2018And of my morning tyde:\u2019\n \u2018I\u2019le lead thee through the wood,\u2019 q_uo_th Robin,\n \u2018Good ffellow, I\u2019le be thy guide.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018I seeke an outlaw,\u2019 q_uo_th S_i_r Guye,\n \u2018Men call him Robin Hood;\n I had rather meet w_i_th him vpon a day\n Then forty pound of golde.\u2019\n\n 26\n \u2018If you tow mett, itt wold be seene whether were better\n Afore yee did p_ar_t awaye;\n Let vs some other pastime find,\n Good ffellow, I thee pray.\n\n 27\n \u2018Let vs some other masteryes make,\n And wee will walke in the woods euen;\n Wee may chance mee[t] w_i_th Robin Hoode\n Att some vnsett steven.\u2019\n\n 28\n They cutt them downe the sum_m_er shroggs\n W_hi_ch grew both vnder a bryar,\n And sett them three score rood in twinn,\n To shoote the prickes full neare.\n\n 29\n \u2018Leade on, good ffellow,\u2019 sayd S_i_r Guye,\n \u2018Lead on, I doe bidd thee:\u2019\n \u2018Nay, by my faith,\u2019 q_uo_th Robin Hood,\n \u2018The leader thou shalt bee.\u2019\n\n 30\n The first good shoot _tha_t Robin ledd\n Did not shoote an inch the pricke ffroe;\n Guy was an archer good enoughe,\n But he cold neere shoote soe.\n\n 31\n The second shoote S_i_r Guy shott,\n He shott w_i_thin the garlande;\n But Robin Hoode shott it better then hee,\n For he cloue the good pricke-wande.\n\n 32\n \u2018Gods blessing on thy heart!\u2019 sayes Guye,\n \u2018Goode ffellow, thy shooting is goode;\n For an thy hart be as good as thy hands,\n Thou were better then Robin Hood.\n\n 33\n \u2018Tell me thy name, good ffellow,\u2019 q_uo_th Guy,\n \u2018Vnder the leaues of lyne:\u2019\n \u2018Nay, by my faith,\u2019 q_uo_th good Robin,\n \u2018Till thou haue told me thine.\u2019\n\n 34\n \u2018I dwell by dale and downe,\u2019 q_uo_th Guye,\n \u2018And I haue done many a curst turne;\n And he _tha_t calles me by my right name\n Calles me Guye of good Gysborne.\u2019\n\n 35\n \u2018My dwelling is in the wood,\u2019 sayes Robin;\n \u2018By thee I set right nought;\n My name is Robin Hood of Barnesdale,\n A ffellow thou has long sought.\u2019\n\n 36\n He _tha_t had neither beene a kithe nor kin\n Might haue seene a full fayre sight,\n To see how together these yeomen went,\n W_i_th blades both browne and bright.\n\n 37\n To haue seene how these yeomen together foug[ht],\n Two howers of a sum_m_ers day;\n Itt was neither Guy nor Robin Hood\n _Tha_t ffettled them to flye away.\n\n 38\n Robin was reacheles on a roote,\n And stumbled at _tha_t tyde,\n And Guy was quicke and nimble w_i_th-all,\n And hitt him ore the left side.\n\n 39\n \u2018Ah, deere Lady!\u2019 sayd Robin Hoode,\n \u2018Thou art both mother and may!\n I thinke it was neu_er_ mans destinye\n To dye before his day.\u2019\n\n 40\n Robin thought on Our Lady deere,\n And soone leapt vp againe,\n And thus he came w_i_th an awkwarde stroke;\n Good S_i_r Guy hee has slayne.\n\n 41\n He tooke S_i_r Guys head by the hayre,\n And sticked itt on his bowes end:\n \u2018Thou hast beene traytor all thy liffe,\n W_hi_ch thing must haue an ende.\u2019\n\n 42\n Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe,\n And nicked S_i_r Guy in the fface,\n _Tha_t hee was neuer on a woman borne\n Cold tell who S_i_r Guye was.\n\n 43\n Saies, Lye there, lye there, good S_i_r Guye,\n And w_i_th me be not wrothe;\n If thou haue had the worse stroakes at my hand,\n Thou shalt haue the better cloathe.\n\n 44\n Robin did off his gowne of greene,\n S_i_r Guye hee did it throwe;\n And hee put on _tha_t capull-hyde,\n _Tha_t cladd him topp to toe.\n\n 45\n \u2018The bowe, the arrowes, and litle horne,\n And w_i_th me now I\u2019le beare;\n Ffor now I will goe to Barn[e]sdale,\n To see how my men doe ffare.\u2019\n\n 46\n Robin sett Guyes horne to his mouth,\n A lowd blast in it he did blow;\n _Tha_t beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham,\n As he leaned vnder a lowe.\n\n 47\n \u2018Hearken! hearken!\u2019 sayd the sheriffe,\n \u2018I heard noe tydings but good;\n For yonder I heare S_i_r Guyes horne blowe,\n For he hath slaine Robin Hoode.\n\n 48\n \u2018For yonder I heare S_i_r Guyes horne blow,\n Itt blowes soe well in tyde,\n For yonder comes _tha_t wighty yeoman,\n Cladd in his capull-hyde.\n\n 49\n \u2018Come hither, thou good S_i_r Guy,\n Aske of mee what thou wilt haue:\u2019\n \u2018I\u2019le none of thy gold,\u2019 sayes Robin Hood,\n \u2018Nor I\u2019le none of itt haue.\n\n 50\n \u2018But now I haue slaine the m_aster_,\u2019 he sayd,\n \u2018Let me goe strike the knaue;\n This is all the reward I aske,\n Nor noe other will I haue.\u2019\n\n 51\n \u2018Thou art a madman,\u2019 said the shiriffe,\n \u2018Thou sholdest haue had a knights ffee;\n Seeing thy asking [hath] beene soe badd,\n Well granted it shall be.\u2019\n\n 52\n But Litle Iohn heard his m_aster_ speake,\n Well he knew _tha_t was his steuen;\n \u2018Now shall I be loset,\u2019 q_uo_th Litle Iohn,\n \u2018W_i_th Christs might in heauen.\u2019\n\n 53\n But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle Iohn,\n Hee thought hee wold loose him beliue;\n The sheriffe and all his companye\n Fast after him did driue.\n\n 54\n \u2018Stand abacke! stand abacke!\u2019 sayd Robin;\n \u2018Why draw you mee soe neere?\n Itt was neu_er_ the vse in our countrye\n One\u2019s shrift another shold heere.\u2019\n\n 55\n But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe,\n And losed Iohn hand and ffoote,\n And gaue him S_i_r Guyes bow in his hand,\n And bade it be his boote.\n\n 56\n But Iohn tooke Guyes bow in his hand\u2014\n His arrowes were rawstye by the roote\u2014;\n The sherriffe saw Litle Iohn draw a bow\n And ffettle him to shoote.\n\n 57\n Towards his house in Nottingam\n He ffled full fast away,\n And soe did all his companye,\n Not one behind did stay.\n\n 58\n But he cold neither soe fast goe,\n Nor away soe fast runn,\n But Litle Iohn, w_i_th an arrow broade,\n Did cleaue his heart in twinn.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 1^1. When shales beeene.\n\n 1^4. birds singe.\n\n 2^1. woodweete.\n\n 2^3. by 2.\n\n 11^1. ball.\n\n 12^3. 2 of.\n\n 13^3. with 7.\n\n 15^1. veiwe. _The word is partly pared away._\n\n 15^4. footee.\n\n 18^1. a william.\n\n 19^2. 6 can ... 3.\n\n 21^4. in they green.\n\n 22^1. these 2.\n\n 23^4. archer: _an_ e _has been added at the end_. _Furnivall._\n\n 25^4. 40[li :].\n\n 27^4. _a stroke before the_ v _of steven_. _Furnivall._\n\n 28^3. 3 score.\n\n 31^1. 2[d :].\n\n 32^3. for on.\n\n 37^2. 2 howers.\n\n 44^1. did on.\n\n 55^1. kniffee.\n\n\n\n\n 119\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK\n\n #a.# MS. of about 1450: Cambridge University Library, Ff. 5. 48, fol.\n 128 b. #b.# One leaf of a MS. of the same age, containing stanzas\n 69^3\u201372, 77^2\u201380^2: Bagford Ballads, vol. i, art. 6, British Museum.\n\n\n#a# is printed from the manuscript in Jamieson\u2019s Popular Ballads, II,\n54, 1806; Hartshorne\u2019s Ancient Metrical Tales, p. 179, 1829; Ritson\u2019s\nRobin Hood, ed. 1832, II, 221, collated by Sir Frederic Madden. Here\nprinted from a fresh transcript, carefully revised by Rev. Professor\nSkeat.\n\nOn a bright Whitsuntide morning, Robin Hood, not having \u201cseen his\nSavior\u201d for more than a fortnight, resolves to go to mass at Nottingham.\nMuch advises that he take twelve yeomen with him for safety, but Robin\nwill have only Little John. They improve the time, while on their way to\nchurch, by shooting for a wager. Robin scornfully offers John three to\none; but John nevertheless wins five shillings of his master, at which\nRobin loses his temper, and strikes John. John will be his man no more,\nand returns to the wood. Robin, sorry for this consequence of his bad\nhumor, goes on to Nottingham alone. A monk at Saint Mary\u2019s church\nrecognizes Robin, and gives information to the sheriff, who comes with a\nlarge force to arrest the king\u2019s felon. Robin kills or wounds many of\nthe posse, but his sword breaks upon the sheriff\u2019s head. In some way\nwhich we do not learn, owing to verses lost,[85] Robin\u2019s men hear that\ntheir master has been taken. They are all out of their wits but Little\nJohn. Mild Mary, he tells his comrades, will never forsake one who has\nbeen so long devoted to her, and he, with her help, will see to the\nmonk. The next day John and Much waylay the monk, who is carrying\nletters to the king conveying the tidings of Robin\u2019s capture; they kill\nhim, take the letters, and carry them to the king themselves. The king\ngives them twenty pounds for their news, and makes them yeomen of the\ncrown; he sends his privy seal to the sheriff by John, commanding that\nRobin Hood shall be brought to him unhurt. The sheriff, upon receiving\nthe seal, makes John good cheer, and goes to bed heavy with wine. John\nand Much, while the sheriff is sleeping, make their way to the jail.\nJohn rouses the porter, runs him through,[86] and takes his keys,\nunbinds Robin Hood, and puts a good sword in his hand; they leap from\nthe wall where it is lowest. The sheriff finds the jailer dead in the\nmorning, and searches the town for his captive; but Robin is in merry\nSherwood. Farewell now, says John; I have done thee a good turn for an\nill. Nay, says Robin, I make thee master of my men and me. So shall it\nnever be, answers John; I care only to be a comrade. The king hears that\nRobin has escaped, and that the sheriff is afraid to show himself.\nLittle John has beguiled us both, says the king. I made them yeomen of\nthe crown, and gave them pay with my own hand! Little John loves Robin\nHood better than he does us. Say no more. John has beguiled us all.\n\nToo much could not be said in praise of this ballad, but nothing need be\nsaid. It is very perfection in its kind; and yet we have others equally\ngood, and beyond doubt should have had more, if they had been written\ndown early, as this was, and had not been left to the chances of\ntradition. Even writing would not have saved all, but writing has saved\nthis (in large part), and in excellent form.\n\nThe landscape background of the first two stanzas has been often\npraised, and its beauty will never pall. It may be called landscape or\nprelude, for both eyes and ears are addressed, and several others of\nthese woodland ballads have a like symphony or setting: Adam Bell, Robin\nHood and the Potter, Guy of Gisborne, even the much later ballad of The\nNoble Fisherman. It is to be observed that the story of the outlaw Fulk\nFitz Warine, which has other traits in common with Robin Hood ballads,\nbegins somewhat after the same fashion.[87]\n\nRobin Hood\u2019s devotion to the Virgin, st. 34, is a feature which\nreappears in Robin Hood and the Potter, Guy of Gisborne, Robin Hood and\nthe Curtal Friar, and above all in The Gest. His profound piety, as\nevinced in stanzas 6, 7, and again in 8, 9 of The Gest, is commemorated\nby Bower in a passage in the Scotichronicon, of about the same date as\nthe manuscript of the present ballad (1450), which we have every reason\nto assume to be derived from a lost ballad.[88] Robin Hood had mass\nregularly sung at Barnsdale, nor would he suffer the office to be\ninterrupted for the most pressing occasion. (We know from The Gest, st.\n440, that he had a pretty chapel there, dedicated to Mary Magdalen.) One\nday, while so engaged, he was informed that the sheriff and his men, old\nfoes of his, had tracked him to the very retired part of the forest\nwhere the service was going on, and was urged to fly with his best\nspeed. This, for reverence of the sacrament, which he was then most\ndevoutly adoring, he utterly refused to do, and then, while the rest\nwere fearing for their lives, trusting in him whom he worshipped, fell\nupon his enemies, with a few of his followers who had rallied to him,\nand easily put them to rout. Enriched with their spoil and ransom, he\nwas led to hold the ministers of the church (but apparently not \u201cbishops\nand archbishops,\u201d Gest, st. 15) and masses in greater veneration than\never, mindful of the common saw, God hears the man who often hears the\nmass.[89]\n\nThere is a general resemblance between the rescue of Robin Hood in\nstanzas 61\u201381 and that of William of Cloudesly in Adam Bell, 56\u201394, and\nthe precaution suggested by Much in the eighth stanza corresponds to the\nwarning given by Adam in the eighth stanza of the other ballad. There is\na verbal agreement in stanzas 71 of the first and 66 of the second.[90]\nSuch agreements or repetitions are numerous in the Robin Hood ballads,\nand in other traditional ballads, where similar situations occur.\n\nRobin Hood\u2019s rescue of Little John, in Guy of Gisborne, after\nquarrelling with him on a fanciful provocation, is a partial offset for\nLittle John\u2019s heart-stirring generosity in this ballad. We have already\nhad several cases of ballads in which the principal actors exchange\nparts.\n\nThat portion of \u2018Robin Hood\u2019s Death\u2019 in which Robin Hood gets angry with\nScarlet, and shoots with Little John on his way to be let blood, may\nhave been transferred, at least in part, from Robin Hood and the Monk.\n\nIt is hardly worth the while to ask whether the monk in this ballad is\nthe same who is pillaged in The Gest. So rational a suggestion as that\nmore than one monk must have fallen into Robin\u2019s hands, in the course of\nhis long and lucrative career, may not be conclusive, but we may rest\ncertain that there were many Robin Hood ballads besides the few old ones\nwhich have come down to us; and if so, there would be many variations\nupon so agreeable a topic as the depleting of overstocked friars.\n\n\nTranslated, after Jamieson, by Grundtvig, Engelske og skotske\nFolkeviser, p. 148, No 24; by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 89.\n\n\n 1\n In som_er_, when \u00fee shawes be sheyn_e_,\n And leves be large and long,\n Hit is full mery i_n_ feyre foreste\n To here \u00fee foulys song:\n\n 2\n To se \u00fee dere draw to \u00fee dale,\n And leve \u00fee hilles hee,\n And shadow he_m_ i_n_ \u00fee lev\u00ebs grene,\n Vnd_e_r the grene-wode tre.\n\n 3\n Hit befel on Whitsontide,\n Erly in a May mornyng,\n The son vp feyre can shyne,\n And the briddis mery can syng.\n\n 4\n \u2018This is a mery mornyng,\u2019 seid Litull John,\n \u2018Be hym \u00fe_a_t dyed on tre;\n A more mery man \u00feen I am one\n Lyves not in Cristiant\u00eb.\n\n 5\n \u2018Pluk vp \u00fei hert, my dere mayst_er_,\u2019\n Litull John can sey,\n \u2018And thynk hit is a full fayre tyme\n In a mornyng of May.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018\u021ce, on thyng greves me,\u2019 seid Robyn,\n \u2018And does my hert mych woo;\n \u00de_a_t I may not no solem day\n To mas nor matyns goo.\n\n 7\n \u2018Hit is a fourtnet and more,\u2019 seid he,\n \u2018Syn I my sauyo_u_r see;\n To day wil I to Notyngham,\u2019 seid Robyn,\n \u2018W_i_t_h_ \u00fee myght of mylde Marye.\u2019\n\n 8\n Than spake Moche, \u00fee myln_er_ sun,\n Eu_er_ more wel hym betyde!\n \u2018Take twelue of \u00fei wyght \u021demen,\n Well weppynd, be \u00fei side.\n Such on wolde \u00fei selfe slon,\n \u00de_a_t twelue dar not abyde.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Of all my mery men,\u2019 seid Robyn,\n \u2018Be my feith I wil non haue,\n But Litull John shall beyre my bow,\n Til \u00fe_a_t me list to drawe.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018\u00de_o_u shall beyre \u00fein own,\u2019 seid Litull Jon,\n \u2018Maist_er_, and I wyl beyre myne,\n And we well shete a peny,\u2019 seid Litull Jon,\n \u2018Vnd_e_r \u00fee grene-wode lyne.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018I wil not shete a peny,\u2019 seyd Robyn Hode,\n \u2018In feith, Litull John, w_i_t_h_ the,\n But eu_er_ for on as \u00fe_o_u shet_is_,\u2019 seid_e_ Robyn,\n \u2018In feith I holde \u00fee thre.\u2019\n\n 12\n Thus shet \u00feei forth, \u00feese \u021demen too,\n Bothe at buske and brome,\n Til Litull John wan of his maist_er_\n Fiue shillings to hose and shone.\n\n 13\n A ferly strife fel \u00feem betwene,\n As they went bi the wey;\n Litull John seid he had won fiue shillings,\n And Robyn Hode seid schortly nay.\n\n 14\n W_i_t_h_ \u00fe_a_t Robyn Hode lyed Litul Jon,\n And smote hym w_i_t_h_ his hande;\n Litul Jon waxed wroth \u00fe_erw_it_h_,\n And pulled out his bright bronde.\n\n 15\n \u2018Were \u00fe_o_u not my maist_er_,\u2019 seid Litull John,\n \u2018\u00de_o_u shuldis by hit ful sore;\n Get \u00fee a man wher \u00fe_o_u w[ilt],\n For \u00fe_o_u get_is_ me no more.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u00deen Robyn goes to Notyngh_a_m,\n Hym selfe mornyng allone,\n And Litull John to mery Scherwode,\n The pathes he knew ilkone.\n\n 17\n Whan Robyn came to Notyngham,\n S_er_tenly w_i_t_h_outen layn,\n He prayed to God and myld Mary\n To bryng hym out saue agayn.\n\n 18\n He gos in to Seynt Mary chirch,\n And kneled down before the rode;\n Alle \u00fe_a_t eu_er_ were \u00fee church w_i_t_h_in\n Beheld wel Robyn Hode.\n\n 19\n Beside hym stod a gret-hedid munke,\n I pray to God woo he be!\n Fful sone he knew gode Robyn,\n As sone as he hym se.\n\n 20\n Out at \u00fee durre he ran,\n Fful sone and anon;\n Alle \u00fee \u021datis of Notyngham\n He made to be sparred eu_er_ychon.\n\n 21\n \u2018Rise vp,\u2019 he seid, \u2018\u00fe_o_u prowde schereff,\n Buske \u00fee and make \u00fee bowne;\n I haue spyed \u00fee kyngg_is_ felon,\n Ffor sothe he is in \u00fe_i_s town.\n\n 22\n \u2018I haue spyed \u00fee false felon,\n As he stond_is_ at his masse;\n Hit is long of \u00fee,\u2019 seide \u00fee munke,\n \u2018And eu_er_ he fro vs passe.\n\n 23\n \u2018\u00de_i_s trayt_u_r name is Robyn Hode,\n Vnd_e_r \u00fee grene-wode lynde;\n He robbyt me onys of a hundred pound,\n Hit shalle neu_er_ out of my mynde.\u2019\n\n 24\n Vp \u00feen rose \u00fe_i_s prowd_e_ shereff,\n And radly made hym \u021dare;\n Many was \u00fee mod_er_ son\n To \u00fee kyrk w_i_t_h_ hym can fare.\n\n 25\n In at \u00fee durres \u00feei throly thrast,\n W_i_t_h_ staves ful gode wone;\n \u2018Alas, alas!\u2019 seid Robyn Hode,\n \u2018Now mysse I Litull John.\u2019\n\n 26\n But Robyn toke out a too-hond sworde,\n \u00de_a_t hangit down be his kne;\n \u00de_e_r as \u00fee schereff and his men stode thyckust,\n Thedurward_e_ wolde he.\n\n 27\n Thryes thorowout \u00feem he ran \u00feen,\n For so\u00fee as I yow sey,\n And woundyt mony a mod_er_ son,\n And twelue he slew \u00fe_a_t day.\n\n 28\n His sworde vpon \u00fee schireff hed\n S_er_tanly he brake in too;\n \u2018\u00dee smyth \u00fe_a_t \u00fee made,\u2019 seid Robyn,\n \u2018I pray to God wyrke hym woo!\n\n 29\n \u2018Ffor now am I weppynlesse,\u2019 seid Robyn,\n \u2018Alasse! agayn my wyll_e_;\n But if I may fle \u00feese traytors fro,\n I wot \u00feei wil me kyll.\u2019\n\n 30\n Robyn in to the church\u00eb ran,\n Throout hem eu_er_ilkon,\n\n * * * * *\n\n 31\n Su_m_ fel in swonyng as \u00feei were dede,\n And lay stil as any stone;\n Non of theym were i_n_ her mynde\n But only Litull Jon.\n\n 32\n \u2018Let be yo_u_r rule,\u2019 seid Litull Jon,\n \u2018Ffor his luf \u00fe_a_t dyed on tre,\n \u021ce \u00fe_a_t shulde be du\u021dty men;\n Het is gret shame to se.\n\n 33\n \u2018Oure maist_er_ has bene hard bystode\n And \u021det scapyd away;\n Pluk vp yo_u_r hert_is_, and leve \u00fe_i_s mone,\n And harkyn what I shal say.\n\n 34\n \u2018He has s_er_uyd Oure Lady many a day,\n And \u021det wil, securly;\n \u00de_er_for I trust in hir specialy\n No wyckud deth shal he dye.\n\n 35\n \u2018\u00de_er_for be glad,\u2019 seid Litul John,\n \u2018And let \u00fe_i_s mournyng be;\n And I shal be \u00fee munk_is_ gyde,\n W_i_t_h_ \u00fee myght of mylde Mary.\n\n 36\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018We will go but we too;\n And I mete hym,\u2019 seid Litul John,\n . . . . . . .\n\n\n 37\n \u2018Loke \u00fe_a_t \u021de kepe wel owre tristil-tre,\n Vnd_e_r \u00fee levys smale,\n And spare non of this venyson,\n \u00de_a_t gose in thys vale.\u2019\n\n 38\n Ffor\u00fee \u00feen went these \u021demen too,\n Litul John and Moche on fere,\n And lokid on Moch emys hows,\n \u00dee hye way lay full nere.\n\n 39\n Litul John stode at a wyndow i_n_ \u00fee mornyng,\n And lokid for\u00fe at a stage;\n He was war wher \u00fee munke came ridyng,\n And w_i_t_h_ hym a litul page.\n\n 40\n \u2018Be my feith,\u2019 seid Litul John to Moch,\n \u2018I can \u00fee tel tithyngus gode;\n I se wher \u00fee munke cu_m_ys rydyng,\n I know hym be his wyde hode.\u2019\n\n 41\n They went in to the way, \u00feese \u021deme_n_ bo\u00fee,\n As curtes men and hende;\n \u00deei spyrred tithyngus at \u00fee munke,\n As they hade bene his frende.\n\n 42\n \u2018Ffro whens come \u021de?\u2019 seid Litull Jon,\n \u2018Tel vs tithyngus, I yow pray,\n Off a false owtlay, [callid Robyn Hode,]\n Was takyn \u021dist_e_rday.\n\n 43\n \u2018He robbyt me and my felowes bo\u00fee\n Of twenti marke in s_er_ten;\n If \u00fe_a_t false owtlay be takyn,\n Ffor so\u00fee we wolde be fayn.\u2019\n\n 44\n \u2018So did he me,\u2019 seid \u00fee munke,\n \u2018Of a hundred pound and more;\n I layde furst hande hym apon,\n \u021ce may thonke me \u00fe_er_fore.\u2019\n\n 45\n \u2018I pray God thanke you,\u2019 seid Litull John,\n \u2018And we wil when we may;\n We wil go w_i_t_h_ you, w_i_t_h_ yo_u_r leve,\n And bryng yow on yo_u_r way.\n\n 46\n \u2018Ffor Robyn Hode hase many a wilde felow,\n I tell you in certen;\n If \u00feei wist \u021de rode \u00fe_i_s way,\n In feith \u021de shulde be slayn.\u2019\n\n 47\n As \u00feei went talking be \u00fee way,\n The munke and Litull John,\n John toke \u00fee munk_i_s horse be \u00fee hede,\n Fful sone and anon.\n\n 48\n Johne toke \u00fee munk_i_s horse be \u00fee hed,\n Ffor so\u00fee as I yow say;\n So did Much \u00fee litull page,\n Ffor he shulde not scape away.\n\n 49\n Be \u00fee golett of \u00fee hode\n John pulled \u00fee munke down;\n John was nothyng of hym agast,\n He lete hym falle on his crown.\n\n 50\n Litull John was so[re] agrevyd,\n And drew owt his swerde in hye;\n This munke saw he shulde be ded,\n Lowd mercy can he crye.\n\n 51\n \u2018He was my maist_er_,\u2019 seid Litull John,\n \u2018\u00de_a_t \u00fe_o_u hase brow\u021dt in bale;\n Shalle \u00fe_o_u neu_er_ cu_m_ at our kyng,\n Ffor to telle hym tale.\u2019\n\n 52\n John smote of \u00fee munk_i_s hed,\n No long_er_ wolde he dwell;\n So did Moch \u00fee litull page,\n Ffor ferd lest he wolde tell.\n\n 53\n \u00de_e_r \u00feei beryed hem bo\u00fee,\n In nou\u00fe_er_ mosse nor lyng,\n And Litull John and Much infere\n Bare \u00fee letturs to oure kyng.\n\n 54\n . . . . . . .\n He knelid down vpon his kne:\n \u2018God \u021dow saue, my lege lorde,\n Ih_es_us yow saue and se!\n\n 55\n \u2018God yow saue, my lege kyng!\u2019\n To speke John was full bolde;\n He gaf hym \u00fee letturs i_n_ his hond,\n The kyng did hit vnfold.\n\n 56\n \u00dee kyng red \u00fee letturs anon,\n And seid, So mot I the,\n \u00de_er_ was neu_er_ \u021doman i_n_ mery Inglond\n I longut so sore to se.\n\n 57\n \u2018Wher is \u00fee munke \u00fe_a_t \u00feese shuld haue brou\u021dt?\u2019\n Oure kyng can say:\n \u2018Be my trouth,\u2019 seid Litull John,\n \u2018He dyed aft_e_r \u00fee way.\u2019\n\n 58\n \u00dee kyng gaf Moch and Litul Jon\n Twenti pound in s_er_tan,\n And made \u00feeim \u021demen of \u00fee crown,\n And bade \u00feeim go agayn.\n\n 59\n He gaf John \u00fee seel in hand,\n The sheref for to bere,\n To bryng Robyn hym to,\n And no man do hym dere.\n\n 60\n John toke his leve at oure kyng,\n \u00dee sothe as I yow say;\n \u00dee next way to Notyngham\n To take, he \u021dede \u00fee way.\n\n 61\n Whan John came to Notyngham\n The \u021datis were sparred ychon;\n John callid vp \u00fee porter,\n He answerid sone anon.\n\n 62\n \u2018What is \u00fee cause,\u2019 seid Litul Jon,\n \u2018\u00de_o_u sparris \u00fee \u021dates so fast?\u2019\n \u2018Because of Robyn Hode,\u2019 seid [\u00fee] porter,\n \u2018In depe prison is cast.\n\n 63\n \u2018John and Moch and Wyll Scathlok,\n Ffor sothe as I yow say,\n \u00deei slew oure men vpon our wallis,\n And sawten vs eu_er_y day.\u2019\n\n 64\n Litull John spyrred aft_e_r \u00fee schereff,\n And sone he hym fonde;\n He oppyned \u00fee kyngus p_ri_ue seell,\n And gaf hym in his honde.\n\n 65\n Whan \u00fee scheref saw \u00fee kyngus seell,\n He did of his hode anon:\n \u2018Wher is \u00fee munke \u00fe_a_t bare \u00fee letturs?\u2019\n He seid to Litull John.\n\n 66\n \u2018He is so fayn of hym,\u2019 seid Litul John,\n \u2018Ffor so\u00fee as I yow say,\n He has made hym abot of Westmynst_er_,\n A lorde of \u00fe_a_t abbay.\u2019\n\n 67\n The scheref made John gode chere,\n And gaf hym wyne of the best;\n At ny\u021dt \u00feei went to her bedde,\n And eu_er_y man to his rest.\n\n 68\n When \u00fee scheref was on slepe,\n Dronken of wyne and ale,\n Litul John and Moch for so\u00fee\n Toke \u00fee way vnto \u00fee jale.\n\n 69\n Litul John callid vp \u00fee jayler,\n And bade hym rise anon;\n He seyd Robyn Hode had brokyn p_ri_son,\n And out of hit was gon.\n\n 70\n The porter rose anon s_er_tan,\n As sone as he herd John calle;\n Litul John was redy w_i_t_h_ a swerd,\n And bare hym to \u00fee walle.\n\n 71\n \u2018Now wil I be porter,\u2019 seid Litul John,\n \u2018And take \u00fee keyes in honde:\u2019\n He toke \u00fee way to Robyn Hode,\n And sone he hym vnbonde.\n\n 72\n He gaf hym a gode swerd i_n_ his hond,\n His hed [ther]w_i_t_h_ for to kepe,\n And ther as \u00fee walle was lowyst\n Anon down can \u00feei lepe.\n\n 73\n Be \u00fe_a_t \u00fee cok began to crow,\n The day began to spryng;\n The scheref fond \u00fee jaylier ded,\n The comyn bell made he ryng.\n\n 74\n He made a crye thoroout al \u00fee tow[n],\n Whed_e_r he be \u021doman or knave,\n \u00de_a_t cow\u00fee bryng hym Robyn Hode,\n His warison he shuld haue.\n\n 75\n \u2018Ffor I dar neu_er_,\u2019 said \u00fee scheref,\n \u2018Cu_m_ before oure kyng;\n Ffor if I do, I wot s_er_ten\n Ffor so\u00fee he wil me heng.\u2019\n\n 76\n The scheref made to seke Notyngham,\n Bothe be strete and stye,\n And Robyn was in mery Scherwode,\n As li\u021dt as lef on lynde.\n\n 77\n Then bespake gode Litull John,\n To Robyn Hode can he say,\n I haue done \u00fee a gode turne for an euyll,\n Quyte \u00fee whan \u00fe_o_u may.\n\n 78\n \u2018I haue done \u00fee a gode turne,\u2019 seid Litull John,\n \u2018Ffor sothe as I yow say;\n I haue brou\u021dt \u00fee vnd_e_r grene-wod_e_ lyne;\n Ffare wel, and haue gode day.\u2019\n\n 79\n \u2018Nay, be my trouth,\u2019 seid Robyn Hode,\n \u2018So shall hit neu_er_ be;\n I make \u00fee maist_er_,\u2019 seid Robyn Hode,\n \u2018Off alle my men and me.\u2019\n\n 80\n \u2018Nay, be my trouth,\u2019 seid Litull John,\n \u2018So shalle hit neu_er_ be;\n But lat me be a felow,\u2019 seid Litull John,\n \u2018No nod_e_r kepe I be.\u2019\n\n 81\n Thus John gate Robyn Hod out of p_ri_son,\n S_er_tan w_i_t_h_outyn layn;\n Whan his men saw hym hol and sounde,\n Ffor sothe they were full fayne.\n\n 82\n They filled in wyne, and made hem glad,\n Vnd_e_r \u00fee levys smale,\n And \u021dete pastes of venyson,\n \u00deat gode was w_i_t_h_ ale.\n\n 83\n Than worde came to oure kyng\n How Robyn Hode was gon,\n And how \u00fee scheref of Notyngham\n Durst neu_er_ loke hym vpon.\n\n 84\n Then bespake oure cu_m_ly kyng,\n In an angur hye:\n Litull John hase begyled \u00fee schereff,\n In faith so hase he me.\n\n 85\n Litul John has begyled vs bothe,\n And \u00fe_a_t full wel I se;\n Or ellis \u00fee schereff of Notyngham\n Hye hongut shuld_e_ he be.\n\n 86\n \u2018I made hem \u021demen of \u00fee crowne,\n And gaf hem fee w_i_t_h_ my hond;\n I gaf hem grith,\u2019 seid oure kyng,\n \u2018Thorowout all mery Inglond.\n\n 87\n \u2018I gaf theym grith,\u2019 \u00feen seid oure kyng;\n \u2018I say, so mot I the,\n Ffor sothe soch a \u021deman as he is on\n In all Inglond ar not thre.\n\n 88\n \u2018He is trew to his maist_er_,\u2019 seid our kyng;\n \u2018I sey, be swete Seynt John,\n He louys bett_e_r Robyn Hode\n Then he dose vs ychon.\n\n 89\n \u2018Robyn Hode is eu_er_ bond to hym,\n Bothe in strete and stalle;\n Speke no more of this mat_er_,\u2019 seid oure kyng,\n \u2018But John has begyled vs alle.\u2019\n\n 90\n Thus endys the talkyng of the munke\n And Robyn Hode i-wysse;\n God, \u00fe_a_t is eu_er_ a crowned kyng,\n Bryng vs all to his blisse!\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n _A curl over final_ n, _as in_ Robyn, John, on, sawten, _etc.; a\n crossed_ h, _as in_ John, mych, _etc.; crossed_ ll, _as in_\n full, litull, well, _etc.; a hooked_ g, _as in_ mornyng, kyng,\n _etc., have been treated as not significant. As to_ Robyn, _cf._\n 7^3, 11^{1,3}, 13^4, 14^1, _etc., where there is simple_ n; _as\n to_ John, 10^{1,3}, 14^3, 31^4, _etc., where we have_ Jon; _as\n to_ Litull, 14^{1,3}, 39^1, 68^3, 69^1, 70^3, 71^1, _where we\n have_ Litul. And _is printed for_ &; be twene, be fore, be side,\n be held, be spake, \u00feer with, thorow out, with outen, _etc., are\n joined_.\n\n 3^1. tide _no longer legible_.\n\n 7^1. seid h ..., _illegible after_ h.\n\n 8^{3,6}. xij.\n\n 10^1. \u00fe^i nown.\n\n 12^4, 13^3. v s\u2019.\n\n 14^1. lyed _before_ Robyn _struck through_.\n\n 23^3. of a C li.\n\n 27^1. thorow at: _but cf._ 30^2.\n\n 27^4. xij.\n\n 30^1. Robyns men to the churche ran: _Madden. There are no men\n with Robin. \u201cThis line is almost illegible. It certainly begins\n with_ Robyn, _and the second word is not_ men. _I read it_,\n Robyn into the churche ran.\u201d _Skeat._\n\n 30^2. _A gap here between two pages, and there are commonly six\n stanzas to a page. At least six are required for the capture of\n Robin Hood and the conveying of the tidings to his men._\n\n 43^2. Of xx.\n\n 44^1. me me _in my copy, probably by inadvertence_.\n\n 44^2. Of a C li.\n\n 53^1. hym.\n\n 56^1. \u00de^e kyng.\n\n 58^2. xx li.\n\n 77^4. #b# _has_ Quit me, _which is perhaps better_.\n\n 78^2. _perhaps_ saie; _nearly illegible_.\n\n 90^2. I wysse.\n\n #b.#\n\n 69^3. \u00fee p_ri_s_o_n.\n\n 70^4. throw to.\n\n 71^1. be jayler.\n\n 71^2. toke.\n\n 72^2. hed ther with.\n\n 72^3. wallis wer_e_.\n\n 72^4. down ther they.\n\n 77^2. [t]hen _for_ can (?).\n\n 77^4. Quit me.\n\n 78^2. the saye.\n\n 78^3. \u00fee grene.\n\n 79^{1,3}. Hode _wanting_.\n\n\n\n\n 120\n\n ROBIN HOOD\u2019S DEATH\n\n #A.# \u2018Robin Hoode his Death,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 21; Hales and Furnivall,\n I, 53.\n\n #B.# \u2018Robin Hood\u2019s Death and Burial.\u2019 #a.# The English Archer,\n Paisley, John Neilson, 1786: Bodleian Library, Douce, F. F. 71 (6),\n p. 81. #b.# The English Archer, York, printed by N. Nickson, in\n Feasegate, n. d.: Bodleian Library, Douce, F. F. 71 (4), p. 70.\n\n\n#B# is given in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 183, \u201cfrom a collation of\ntwo different copies\u201d of a York garland, \u201ccontaining numerous\nvariations, a few of which are retained in the margin.\u201d\n\n#A.# Robin Hood is ailing, and is convinced that the only course for him\nis to go to Kirklees priory for blooding. Will Scarlet cannot counsel\nthis, unless his master take fifty bowmen with him; for a yeoman lives\nthere with whom there is sure to be a quarrel. Robin bids Scarlet stay\nat home, if he is afraid. Scarlet, seeing that his master is wroth, will\nsay no more.[91] Robin Hood will have no one go with him but Little\nJohn, who shall carry his bow. John proposes that they shall shoot for a\npenny along the way, and Robin assents.\n\nThe opening of the ballad resembles that of Robin Hood and the Monk.\nThere Robin\u2019s soul is ill at ease, as here his body, and he resolves to\ngo to Nottingham for mass; Much, the Miller\u2019s son, advises a guard of\ntwelve yeomen; Robin will take none with him except John, to bear his\nbow;[92] and John suggests that they shall shoot for a penny as they go.\n\nA very interesting passage of the story here followed, of which we can\nbarely guess the contents, owing to nine stanzas having been torn away.\nRobin Hood and John keep up their shooting all the way, until they come\nto a black water, crossed by a plank. On the plank an old woman is\nkneeling, and banning Robin Hood. Robin Hood asks why, but the answer is\nlost, and it is not probable that we shall ever know: out of her proper\nmalignancy, surely, or because she is a hired witch, for Robin is the\nfriend of lowly folk. But if this old woman is banning, others, no doubt\nwomen, are weeping, for somehow they have learned that he is to be let\nblood that day at the priory, and foresee that ill will come of it.\nRobin is disturbed by neither banning nor weeping; the prioress is his\ncousin, and would not harm him for the world. So they shoot on until\nthey come to Kirklees.\n\nRobin makes the prioress a present of twenty pound, with a promise of\nmore when she wants, and she falls to work with her bleeding-irons. The\nthick blood comes, and then the thin, and Robin knows that there has\nbeen treason. John asks, What cheer? Robin answers, Little good. Nine\nstanzas are again wanting, and again in a place where we are not helped\nby the other version. John must call from the outside of the building,\njudging by what follows. An altercation seems to pass between Robin and\nsome one; we should suppose between Robin and Red Roger. Robin slips out\nof a shot-window, and as he does so is thrust through the side by Red\nRoger. Robin swoops off Red Roger\u2019s head, and leaves him for dogs to\neat. Then Red Roger must be below, and John is certainly below. He would\nhave seen to Red Roger had they both been within. But John must be under\na window on a different side of the building from that whence Robin\nissues, for otherwise, again, he would have seen to Red Roger. We are\ndriven to suppose that the words in st. 19 pass between Robin above and\nRoger below.\n\nThough Robin is near his last breath, he has, he says, life enough to\ntake his housel. He must get it in a very irregular way, but he trusts\nit will \u201cbestand\u201d him.[93] John asks his master\u2019s leave to set fire to\nKirklees, but Robin will not incur God\u2019s blame by harming any woman\n[\u201cwidow\u201d] at his latter end. Let John make his grave of gravel and\ngreet, set his sword at his head, his arrows at his feet, and lay his\nbow by his side.[94]\n\n#B#, though found only in late garlands, is in the fine old strain.\nRobin Hood says to Little John that he can no longer shoot matches, his\narrows will not flee; he must go to a cousin to be let blood. He goes,\nalone, to Kirkley nunnery, and is received with a show of cordiality.\nHis cousin bloods him, locks him up in the room, and lets him bleed all\nthe livelong day, and until the next day at noon. Robin bethinks himself\nof escaping through a casement, but is not strong enough. He sets his\nhorn to his mouth and blows thrice, but so wearily that Little John,\nhearing, thinks his master must be nigh to death. John comes to Kirkley,\nbreaks the locks, and makes his way to Robin\u2019s presence. He begs the\nboon of setting fire to Kirkley, but Robin has never hurt woman in all\nhis life, and will not at his end. He asks for his bow to shoot his last\nshot, and where the arrow lights there his grave shall be.[95] His grave\nis to be of gravel and green, long enough and broad enough, a sod under\nhis head, another at his feet, and his bow by his side, that men may\nsay, Here lies bold Robin Hood.\n\nThe account of Robin Hood\u2019s death which is given in The Gest, agrees as\nto the main items with what we find in #A#. The prioress of Kirkesly,\nhis near kinswoman, betrayed him when he went to the nunnery to be let\nblood, and this she did upon counsel with Sir Roger of Donkester, with\nwhom she was intimate. The Life of Robin Hood in the Sloane MS, which is\nmostly made up from The Gest, naturally repeats this story.\n\nGrafton, in his Chronicle, 1569, citing \u201can olde and auncient pamphlet,\u201d\nsays: For the sayd Robert Hood, beyng afterwardes troubled with\nsicknesse, came to a certain nonry in Yorkshire, called Bircklies,\nwhere, desiryng to be let blood, he was betrayed and bled to death:\nedition of 1809, p. 221. So the Harleian MS, No 1233, article 199, of\nthe middle of the seventeenth century, and not worth citing, but cited\nby Ritson. According to Stanihurst, in Holinshed\u2019s Ireland (p. 28 of ed.\nof 1808), after Robin Hood had been betrayed at a nunnery in Scotland\ncalled Bricklies, Little John was fain to flee the realm, and went to\nIreland, where he executed an extraordinary shot, by which he thought\nhis safety compromised, and so removed to Scotland, and died there.\n\nMartin Parker\u2019s True Tale of Robin Hood, which professes to be collected\nfrom chronicles, ascribes Robin Hood\u2019s death to a faithless friar, who\npretended \u201cin love to let him blood,\u201d when he had a fever, and allowed\nhim to bleed to death. Robin Hood and the Valiant Knight, a late and\nthoroughly worthless broadside ballad, says simply, He sent for a monk\nto let him blood, who took his life away.\n\nA Russian popular song has an interesting likeness to the conclusion of\nRobin Hood\u2019s Death. The last survivor of a band of brigands, feeling\ndeath to be nigh, exclaims:\n\n Bury me, brothers, between three roads,\n The Kief, and the Moscow, and the Murom famed in story.\n At my feet fasten my horse,\n At my head set a life-bestowing cross,\n In my right hand place my keen sabre.\n Whoever passes by will stop;\n Before my life-bestowing cross will he utter a prayer,\n At the sight of my black steed will he be startled,\n At the sight of my keen sword will he be terrified.\n \u2018Surely this is a brigand who is buried here,\n A son of the brigand, the bold Stenka Raz\u00edn.\u2019\n\n Sakharof, Skazaniya Russkago Naroda, I, iii, 226.[96]\n\nDimos, twenty years a Klepht, tells his comrades to make his tomb wide\nand high enough for him to fight in it, standing up, and to leave a\nwindow, so that the swallows may tell him that spring has come and the\nnightingales that it is May: Fauriel, I, 56; Zambelios, p. 607, 13;\nPassow, p. 85. This is a song of the beginning of the present century.\n\n\n#B# is translated in Le Magasin Pittoresque, 1838, p. 126 f; by\nLo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 223; by Cant\u00f9, Documenti alla Storia Universale, V,\nIII, p. 801; Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 200; Knortz, L. u. R. Alt-Englands, No\n20.\n\n\n A\n\n Percy MS., p. 21; Hales and Furnivall, I, 53.\n\n 1\n \u2018I will neuer eate nor drinke,\u2019 Robin Hood said,\n \u2018Nor meate will doo me noe good,\n Till I haue beene att merry Churchlees,\n My vaines for to let blood.\u2019\n\n 2\n \u2018That I reade not,\u2019 said Will Scarllett,\n \u2018M_aster_, by the assente of me,\n W_i_thout halfe a hundred of yo_u_r best bowmen\n You take to goe with yee.\n\n 3\n \u2018For there a good yeoman doth abide\n Will be sure to quarrell w_i_th thee,\n And if thou haue need of vs, m_aster_,\n In faith we will not flee.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018And thou be feard, thou Will_iam_ Scarlett,\n Att home I read thee bee:\u2019\n \u2018And you be wrothe, my deare m_aster_,\n You shall neuer heare more of mee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 5\n \u2018For there shall noe man w_i_th me goe,\n Nor man w_i_th mee ryde,\n And Litle Iohn shall be my man,\n And beare my benbow by my side.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018You\u2019st beare yo_u_r bowe, m_aster_, yo_u_r selfe,\n And shoote for a peny w_i_th mee:\u2019\n \u2018To that I doe assent,\u2019 Robin Hood sayd,\n \u2018And soe, Iohn, lett it bee.\u2019\n\n 7\n They two bolde children shotten together,\n All day theire selfe in ranke,\n Vntill they came to blacke water,\n And over it laid a planke.\n\n 8\n Vpon it there kneeled an old woman,\n Was banning Robin Hoode;\n \u2018Why dost thou bann Ro_bin_ Hoode?\u2019 said Robin,\n . . . . . . .\n\n * * * * *\n\n 9\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018To giue to Robin Hoode;\n Wee weepen for his deare body,\n _Tha_t this day must be lett bloode.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018The dame prior is my aunts daughter,\n And nie vnto my kinne;\n I know shee wold me noe harme this day,\n For all the world to winne.\u2019\n\n 11\n Forth then shotten these children two,\n And they did neuer lin,\n Vntill they came to merry Churchlees,\n To merry Churchlee[s] w_i_th-in.\n\n 12\n And when they came to mer_r_y Churchlees,\n They knoced vpon a pin;\n Vpp then rose dame prioresse,\n And lett good Robin in.\n\n 13\n Then Robin gaue to dame prioresse\n Twenty pound in gold,\n And bad her spend while that wold last,\n And shee shold haue more when shee wold.\n\n 14\n And downe then came dame prioresse,\n Downe she came in that ilke,\n W_i_th a p_air_ off blood-irons in her hands,\n Were wrapped all in silke.\n\n 15\n \u2018Sett a chaffing-dish to the fyer,\u2019 s_ai_d dame prioresse,\n \u2018And stripp thou vp thy sleeue:\u2019\n I hold him but an vnwise man\n _Tha_t will noe warning leeve.\n\n 16\n Shee laid the blood-irons to Ro_bin_ Hoods vaine,\n Alacke, the more pitye!\n And pearct the vaine, and let out the bloode,\n That full red was to see.\n\n 17\n And first it bled, the thicke, thicke bloode,\n And afterwards the thinne,\n And well then wist good Robin Hoode\n Treason there was within.\n\n 18\n \u2018What cheere my m_aster_?\u2019 said Litle Iohn;\n \u2018In faith, Iohn, litle goode;\u2019\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n * * * * *\n\n 19\n \u2018I haue upon a gowne of greene,\n Is cut short by my knee,\n And in my hand a bright browne brand\n _Tha_t will well bite of thee.\u2019\n\n 20\n But forth then of a shot-windowe\n Good Ro_bin_ Hood he could glide;\n Red Roger, w_i_th a grounden glaue,\n Thrust him through the milke-white side.\n\n 21\n But Ro_bin_ was light and nimble of foote,\n And thought to abate his pride,\n Ffor betwixt his head and his shoulders\n He made a wound full wide.\n\n 22\n Says, Ly there, ly there, Red Roger,\n The doggs they must thee eate;\n \u2018For I may haue my houzle,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018For I may both goe and speake.\n\n 23\n \u2018Now giue me mood,\u2019 Robin said to Litle Iohn,\n \u2018Giue me mood w_i_th thy hand;\n I trust to God in heauen soe hye\n My houzle will me bestand.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018Now giue me leaue, giue me leaue, m_aster_,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018For Christs loue giue leaue to me,\n To set a fier within this hall,\n And to burne vp all Churchlee.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018That I reade not,\u2019 said Ro_bin_ Hoode then,\n \u2018Litle Iohn, for it may not be;\n If I shold doe any widow hurt, at my latter end,\n God,\u2019 he said, \u2018wold blame me;\n\n 26\n \u2018But take me vpon thy backe, Litle Iohn,\n And beare me to yonder streete,\n And there make me a full fayre graue,\n Of grauell and of greete.\n\n 27\n \u2018And sett my bright sword at my head,\n Mine arrowes at my feete,\n And lay my vew-bow by my side,\n My met-yard wi . . . .\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# The English Archer, Paisley, printed by John Neilson for George\n Caldwell, Bookseller, near the Cross, 1786, p. 81, No 24. #b.# The\n English Archer, York, printed by N. Nickson, in Feasegate, n. d., p.\n 70.\n\n 1\n When Robin Hood and Little John\n Down a down a down a down\n Went oer yon bank of broom,\n Said Robin Hood bold to Little John,\n We have shot for many a pound.\n Hey, etc.\n\n 2\n But I am not able to shoot one shot more,\n My broad arrows will not flee;\n But I have a cousin lives down below,\n Please God, she will bleed me.\n\n 3\n Now Robin he is to fair Kirkly gone,\n As fast as he can win;\n But before he came there, as we do hear,\n He was taken very ill.\n\n 4\n And when he came to fair Kirkly-hall,\n He knockd all at the ring,\n But none was so ready as his cousin herself\n For to let bold Robin in.\n\n 5\n \u2018Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And drink some beer with me?\u2019\n \u2018No, I will neither eat nor drink,\n Till I am blooded by thee.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Well, I have a room, cousin Robin,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Which you did never see,\n And if you please to walk therein,\n You blooded by me shall be.\u2019\n\n 7\n She took him by the lily-white hand,\n And led him to a private room,\n And there she blooded bold Robin Hood,\n While one drop of blood would run down.\n\n 8\n She blooded him in a vein of the arm,\n And locked him up in the room;\n Then did he bleed all the live-long day,\n Until the next day at noon.\n\n 9\n He then bethought him of a casement there,\n Thinking for to get down;\n But was so weak he could not leap,\n He could not get him down.\n\n 10\n He then bethought him of his bugle-horn,\n Which hung low down to his knee;\n He set his horn unto his mouth,\n And blew out weak blasts three.\n\n 11\n Then Little John, when hearing him,\n As he sat under a tree,\n \u2018I fear my master is now near dead,\n He blows so wearily.\u2019\n\n 12\n Then Little John to fair Kirkly is gone,\n As fast as he can dree;\n But when he came to Kirkly-hall,\n He broke locks two or three:\n\n 13\n Until he came bold Robin to see,\n Then he fell on his knee;\n \u2018A boon, a boon,\u2019 cries Little John,\n \u2018Master, I beg of thee.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018What is that boon,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Little John, [thou] begs of me?\u2019\n \u2018It is to burn fair Kirkly-hall,\n And all their nunnery.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Now nay, now nay,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018That boon I\u2019ll not grant thee;\n I never hurt woman in all my life,\n Nor men in woman\u2019s company.\n\n 16\n \u2018I never hurt fair maid in all my time,\n Nor at mine end shall it be;\n But give me my bent bow in my hand,\n And a broad arrow I\u2019ll let flee;\n And where this arrow is taken up,\n There shall my grave digged be.\n\n 17\n \u2018Lay me a green sod under my head,\n And another at my feet;\n And lay my bent bow by my side,\n Which was my music sweet;\n And make my grave of gravel and green,\n Which is most right and meet.\n\n 18\n \u2018Let me have length and breadth enough,\n With a green sod under my head;\n That they may say, when I am dead\n Here lies bold Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 19\n These words they readily granted him,\n Which did bold Robin please:\n And there they buried bold Robin Hood,\n Within the fair Kirkleys.\n\n * * * * *\n\n #A.#\n\n 1^3. church Lees: _cf._ 11^3.\n\n 2^3. halfe 100^d.\n\n 3^1. there is.\n\n 6^2. nor shoote.\n\n 7^1, 11^1. 2.\n\n 8^3, 18^2, 27^4. _half a page gone._\n\n 12^1. church lees.\n\n 13^2. 20[ty :].\n\n 20^1. shop _for_ shot.\n\n 20^3. grounding.\n\n 24^4. church lee.\n\n#B. a.#\n\n Robin Hood\u2019s death and burial: shewing how he was taken ill, and\n how he went to his cousin at Kirkly-hall, in Yorkshire, who let\n him blood, which was the cause of his death. Tune of Robin\n Hood\u2019s last farewel, etc.\n\n 2^2. fly.\n\n 15^3. burnt _for_ hurt.\n\n 19^4. Kirkly.\n\n _The ballad, as Ritson says, \u201cis made to conclude with some\n foolish lines (adopted from the London copy\u201d of R. H. and the\n Valiant Knight) in order to introduce the epitaph._\n\n 20\n Thus he that never feard bow nor spear\n Was murderd by letting blood;\n And so, loving friends, the story it ends\n Of valiant Robin Hood.\n\n 21\n There\u2019s nothing remains but his epitaph now,\n Which, reader, here you have,\n To this very day which read you may,\n As it is upon his grave.\n Hey down a derry derry down\n\n _The epitaph, however, does not follow._\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#, _omitting_ in Yorkshire _and_ Tune of, etc.\n _Printed in stanzas of two long lines. The burden is wanting._\n\n 1^2. over.\n\n 1^3. bold _wanting_.\n\n 2^2. broad _wanting_: flee.\n\n 3^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 3^2. coud wen.\n\n 4^1. when that.\n\n 4^2. knocked at.\n\n 5^4. I blood letted be.\n\n 6^4. You blood shall letted be.\n\n 7^2. let him into.\n\n 7^4. Whilst: down _wanting_.\n\n 8^1. in the vein.\n\n 8^2. in a.\n\n 8^3. There.\n\n 9^1. casement door.\n\n 9^2. to be gone.\n\n 9^4. Nor he: him _wanting_.\n\n 10^4. strong blasts.\n\n 11^2. under the.\n\n 11^3. now _wanting_.\n\n 12^2. he could.\n\n 13^1. see _wanting_.\n\n 14^1. quoth _for_ said.\n\n 14^2. thou begs.\n\n 15. _wanting._\n\n 16^1. neer.\n\n 16^2. at my.\n\n 16^4. my broad arrows.\n\n 17^{1,2}. _To go with_ 16^{3,4}.\n With verdant sods most neatly put,\n Sweet as the green wood tree.\n\n 19^1. promisd him.\n\n 19^4. Near to: Kirkleys.\n\n 20^1. that feard neither.\n\n 20^3. it _wanting_.\n\n 20^4. valiant bold.\n\n 21^1. There is.\n\n 21^4. it was upon the.\n\n _After_ 19.\n\n Kirkleys was beautiful of old,\n Like Winifrid\u2019s of Wales,\n By whose fair well strange cures are told\n In legendary tales.\n Upon his grave was laid a stone,\n Declaring that he dy\u2019d,\n And tho so many years ago,\n Time can\u2019t his actions hide.\n\n _At the end is the epitaph, wanting in_ #a#.\n\n Robin Hood\u2019s Epitaph, set on his tomb by the Prioress of Kirkley\n Monastry, in Yorkshire.\n\n Robert Earl of Huntington\n Lies under this little stone.\n No archer was like him so good,\n His wildness nam\u2019d him Robin Hood.\n Full thirteen years and something more\n These no[r]thern parts he vexed sore:\n Such out-laws as he and his men\n May England never know again.\n\n\n\n\n 121\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER\n\n Library of the University of Cambridge, MS. E e. 4. 35, fol. 14 b, of\n about 1500.\n\n\nPrinted from the manuscript in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, I, 81; here\nfrom a transcript of the original, carefully revised by Rev. Professor\nSkeat.\n\nRobin Hood sees a potter driving over the lea; the potter has been in\nthe habit of passing that way, and never has paid toll. Little John has\nhad a brush with the potter, and offers to lay forty shillings that no\nman can make him leave a pledge. Robin accepts the wager, stops the\npotter, and demands a \u201cpledge\u201d; the potter refuses to leave pledge or\npay toll, takes a staff from his cart, knocks Robin\u2019s buckler out of his\nhand, and, ere Robin can recover it, fells him with a blow in the neck.\nRobin owns that he has lost. The potter says it is no courtesy to stop a\npoor yeoman thus; Robin agrees heartily, and proposes fellowship, also\nto change clothes with the potter and sell his ware at Nottingham. The\npotter is willing; John warns his master to beware of the sheriff. Robin\ntakes his stand near the sheriff\u2019s gate, and offers his pots so cheap\nthat soon there are but five left; these he sends as a gift to the\nsheriff\u2019s wife, who in return asks him to dinner. While they are at\ntheir meal, two of the sheriff\u2019s men talk of a shooting-match for forty\nshillings: this the potter says he will see, and after a good dinner\ngoes with the rest to the butts. All the archers come half a bow\u2019s\nlength short of the mark; Robin, at his wish, gets a bow from the\nsheriff, and his first shot misses the mark by less than a foot, his\nsecond cleaves the central pin in three. The sheriff applauds; Robin\nsays there is a bow in his cart which he had of Robin Hood. The sheriff\nwishes he could see Robin Hood, and the potter offers to gratify this\nwish on the morrow. They go back to the sheriff\u2019s for the night, and\nearly the next day set forth; the sheriff riding, the potter in his\ncart. When they come to the wood, the potter blows his horn, for so they\nshall know if Robin be near; the horn brings all Robin\u2019s men. The\nsheriff would now give a hundred pound not to have had his wish; had he\nknown his man at Nottingham, it would have been a thousand year ere the\npotter had come to the forest. I know that well, says Robin, and\ntherefore shall you leave your horse with us, and your other gear. Were\nit not for your wife you would not come off so lightly. The sheriff goes\nhome afoot, but with a white palfrey, which Robin presents to his wife.\nHave you brought Robin home? asks the dame. Devil speed him, answers her\nspouse, he has taken everything from me; all but this fair palfrey,\nwhich he has sent to thee. The merry dame laughs, and swears that the\npots have been well paid for. Robin asks the potter how much his pots\nwere worth, gives him ten pounds instead of the two nobles for which\nthey could have been sold, and a welcome to the wood whenever he shall\ncome that way.\n\nThe Play of Robin Hood, an imperfect copy of which is printed at the end\nof Copland\u2019s and of White\u2019s edition of The Gest, is founded on the\nballads of Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar and of Robin Hood and the\nPotter. The portion which is based on the ballad of Robin and the Potter\nis given in an appendix.\n\nRobin Hood and the Butcher, No 122, repeats many of the incidents of the\npresent ballad. The sheriff is enticed into the forest (by Little John\ninstead of Robin Hood) in The Gest, 181 ff. This part of the story, in\nRobin Hood and the Butcher, is much more like that of The Gest than it\nis in Robin Hood and the Potter. We shall have only too many variations\nof the adventure in which Robin Hood unexpectedly meets his match in a\nhand-to-hand fight, now with a pinder, then with a tanner, tinker,\nshepherd, beggar, etc. His adversaries, after proving their mettle, are\nsometimes invited and induced to join his company: not so here. In some\nbroadside ballads of this description, with an extravagance common\nenough in imitations, Robin Hood is very badly mauled, and made all but\ncontemptible.[97] In Robin Hood and the Potter, Little John is willing\nto wager on the result of a trial, from his own experience. Will\nScadlock is equally confident in Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar,\nperhaps for the same reason, although this is not said. In Robin Hood\nand the Shepherd, Little John takes his turn _after_ his master, and so\nwith three of Robin\u2019s men in Robin Hood and the Beggar, No 133.\n\nHereward the Saxon introduces himself into the Norman court as a potter,\nto obtain information of an attack which William the Conqueror was\nthought to intend on his stronghold at Ely: De Gestis Herwardi Saxonis,\n24, in Michel, Chroniques Anglo-Normandes, II, 69, attributed to the\ntwelfth century. Wallace, in like manner, to scout in the English camp:\nBlind Harry\u2019s poem, ed. Moir, Book Six, v. 435 ff, p. 123 ff. This is\nalso one of the many artifices by which Eustace the Monk deceives his\nenemy, the Count of Boulogne: Roman d\u2019Eustache le Moine, ed. Michel, p.\n39, v. 1071 ff, a poem of the thirteenth century. See, for Hereward and\nEustace, T. Wright\u2019s Essays on Subjects connected with the Literature,\netc., of England in the Middle Ages, II, 108 ff, 135.\n\nDisguise is the wonted and simplest expedient of an outlaw mixing among\nhis foes, \u201cwherein the pregnant enemy does much.\u201d Fulk Fitz Warine takes\nthe disguise of an old monk, a merchant, a charcoal-burner; Hereward,\nthat of a potter, a fisherman; Eustace the Monk, of a potter, shepherd,\npilgrim, charcoal-burner, woman, leper, carpenter, minstrel, etc.;\nWallace, of a potter, pilgrim, woman (twice), etc., in Blind Harry\u2019s\npoem, of a beggar in ballads; Robin Hood, of a potter, butcher, beggar,\nshepherd, an old woman, a fisherman (?), Guy of Gisborne.\n\n\nTranslated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 76.\n\n\n 1\n In schomer, when the leves spryng,\n The bloschoms on eu_er_y bowe,\n So merey doyt the berdys syng\n Yn wodys merey now.\n\n 2\n Herkens, god yemen,\n Comley, corteys, and god,\n On of the best \u00fe_a_t yeu_er_ bar_e_ bow_e_,\n Hes name was Roben Hode.\n\n 3\n Roben Hood was the yeman\u2019s name,\n That was boyt corteys and ffre;\n Ffor the loffe of owr_e_ ladey,\n All wemen werschepyd he.\n\n 4\n Bot as the god yeman stod on a day,\n Among hes mery maney,\n He was war_e_ of a prowd pott_er_,\n Cam dryfyng owyr the ley.\n\n 5\n \u2018Yonder comet a prod pott_er_,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018That long hayt hantyd \u00fe_i_s wey;\n He was neuer so corteys a man\n On peney of pawage to pay.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Y met hem bot at Went-breg,\u2019 seyde Lytyll John,\n \u2018And ther_e_for_e_ yeffell mot he the!\n Seche thre strokes he me gafe,\n Yet by my seydys cleffe \u00feey.\n\n 7\n \u2018Y ley forty shillings,\u2019 seyde Lytyll John,\n \u2018To pay het thes same day,\n Ther ys nat a man among hus all\n A wed schall make hem ley.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Her_e_ ys forty shillings,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018Mor_e_, and thow dar say,\n \u00de_a_t y schall make \u00fe_a_t prowde pott_er_,\n A wed to me schall he ley.\u2019\n\n 9\n Ther_e_ thes money they leyde,\n They toke het a yeman to kepe;\n Roben beffor_e_ the pott_er_ he breyde,\n A[nd] bad hem stond stell.\n\n 10\n Handys apon hes hors he leyde,\n And bad the pott_er_ stonde foll stell;\n The pott_er_ schorteley to hem seyde,\n Ffelow, what ys they well?\n\n 11\n \u2018All thes thre yer, and mor_e_, pott_er_,\u2019 he seyde,\n \u2018Thow hast hantyd thes wey,\n Yet wer_e_ tow neuer so cortys a man\n On peney of pauage to pay.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018What ys they name,\u2019 seyde \u00fee pott_er_,\n \u2018Ffor pauage thow aske of me?\u2019\n \u2018Roben Hod ys mey name,\n A wed schall thow leffe me.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018Wed well y non leffe,\u2019 seyde \u00fee pott_er_,\n \u2018Nor pavag well y non pay;\n Awey they honde ffro mey hors!\n Y well the tene eyls, be mey ffay.\u2019\n\n 14\n The potter to hes cart he went,\n He was not to seke;\n A god to-hande staffe \u00fe_e_rowt he hent,\n Beffor_e_ Roben he leppyd.\n\n 15\n Roben howt w_i_t_h_ a swerd bent,\n A bokeler en hes honde;\n The pott_er_ to Roben he went,\n And seyde, Ffelow, let mey hors go.\n\n 16\n Togeder then went thes to yemen,\n Het was a god seyt to se;\n Ther_e_of low Robyn hes men,\n Ther_e_ they stod onder a tre.\n\n 17\n Leytell John to hes ffelowhe[s] seyde,\n \u2018Yend pott_er_ well steffeley stonde:\u2019\n The pott_er_, w_i_t_h_ a acward stroke,\n Smot the bokeler owt of hes honde.\n\n 18\n A[nd] ar Roben meyt get het agen\n Hes bokeler at hes ffette,\n The pott_er_ yn the neke hem toke,\n To the gronde sone he yede.\n\n 19\n That saw Roben hes men,\n As thay stod onder a bow;\n \u2018Let vs helpe owr_e_ mast_er_,\u2019 seyde Lytell John,\n \u2018Yonder pott_er_,\u2019 seyde he, \u2018els well hem slo.\u2019\n\n 20\n Thes yemen went w_i_t_h_ a breyde,\n To ther mast[er] they cam.\n Leytell John to hes mast[er] seyde,\n Ho haet the wager won?\n\n 21\n \u2018Schall y haffe yowr_e_ forty shillings,\u2019 seyde Lytl John,\n \u2018Or ye, mast_er_, schall haffe myne?\u2019\n \u2018Yeff they wer_e_ a hundred,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018Y ffeythe, they ben all theyne.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018Het ys fol leytell cortesey,\u2019 seyde \u00fee potter,\n \u2018As y haffe harde weyse men saye,\n Yeffe a por_e_ yeman com drywyng on the wey,\n To let hem of hes gorney.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Be mey trowet, thow seys soyt,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018Thow seys god yeme[n]rey;\n And thow dreyffe fforthe yeu_er_y day,\n Thow schalt neuer be let ffor me.\n\n 24\n \u2018Y well prey the, god pott_er_,\n A ffelischepe well thow haffe?\n Geffe me they clothyng, and \u00feow schalt hafe myne;\n Y well go to Notynggam.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018Y gra[n]t ther_e_to,\u2019 seyde the potter,\n \u2018Thow schalt ffeynde me a ffelow gode;\n Bot thow can sell mey pott_ys_ well,\n Com ayen as thow yode.\u2019\n\n 26\n \u2018Nay, be mey trowt,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018And then y bescro mey hede,\n Yeffe y bryng eny pott_ys_ ayen,\n And eney weyffe well hem chepe.\u2019\n\n 27\n Than spake Leytell John,\n And all hes ffelowhes heynd,\n \u2018Mast_er_, be well war_e_ of the screffe of Notynggam,\n Ffor he ys leytell howr ffrende.\u2019\n\n 28\n \u2018Heyt war howte!\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018Ffelowhes, let me a lone;\n Thorow the helpe of Howr Ladey,\n To Notynggam well y gon.\u2019\n\n 29\n Robyn went to Notynggam,\n Thes pott_ys_ ffor to sell;\n The pott_er_ abode w_i_t_h_ Robens men,\n Ther_e_ he ffered not eylle.\n\n 30\n Tho Roben droffe on hes wey,\n So merey ower the londe:\n Her es mor_e_, and affter ys to saye,\n The best ys beheynde.\n\n\n 31\n When Roben cam to Notynggam,\n The soyt yef y scholde saye,\n He set op hes hors anon,\n And gaffe hem hotys and haye.\n\n 32\n Yn the medys of the towne,\n Ther_e_ he schowed hes war_e_;\n \u2018Pott_y_s! pott_y_s!\u2019 he gan crey foll sone,\n \u2018Haffe hansell ffor the mar_e_!\u2019\n\n 33\n Ffoll effen agenest the screffeys gate\n Schowed he hes chaffar_e_;\n Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow,\n And chepyd ffast of hes war_e_.\n\n 34\n Yet, \u2018Pottys, gret chepe!\u2019 creyed Robyn,\n \u2018Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde;\u2019\n And all that say hem sell\n Seyde he had be no potter long.\n\n 35\n The pottys that wer_e_ werthe pens ffeyffe,\n He solde tham ffor pens thre;\n Preveley seyde man and weyffe,\n \u2018Ywnder potter schall neu_er_ the.\u2019\n\n 36\n Thos Roben solde ffoll ffast,\n Tell he had pottys bot ffeyffe;\n Op he hem toke of hes car_e_,\n And sende hem to the screffeys weyffe.\n\n 37\n Ther_e_of sche was ffoll ffayne,\n \u2018Gereamarsey, _ser_,\u2019 than seyde sche;\n \u2018When ye com to thes contre ayen,\n Y schall bey of the[y] pottys, so mot y the.\u2019\n\n 38\n \u2018Ye schall haffe of the best,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n And swar_e_ be the Treneyt\u00eb;\n Ffoll corteysley [sc]he gan hem call,\n \u2018Com deyne w_i_t_h_ the screfe and me.\u2019\n\n 39\n \u2018God amarsey,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018Yowr_e_ bedyng schall be doyn;\u2019\n A mayden yn the pottys gan ber_e_,\n Roben and \u00fee screffe weyffe ffolowed anon.\n\n 40\n Whan Roben yn to the hall cam,\n The screff\u00eb sone he met;\n The pott_er_ cowed of corteysey,\n And sone the screffe he gret.\n\n 41\n \u2018Lo, ser, what thes pott_er_ hayt geffe yow and me;\n Ffeyffe pottys smalle and grete!\u2019\n \u2018He ys ffoll wellcom,\u2019 seyd the screffe;\n \u2018Let os was, and go to mete.\u2019\n\n 42\n As they sat at her methe,\n W_i_t_h_ a nobell cher_e_,\n To of the screffes men gan speke\n Off a gret wager;\n\n 43\n Off a schotyng, was god and ffeyne,\n Was made the thother daye,\n Off forty shillings, the soyt to saye,\n Who scholde thes wager wen.\n\n 44\n Styll than sat thes prowde potter,\n Thos than thowt he;\n As y am a trow cerstyn man,\n Thes schotyng well y se.\n\n 45\n Whan they had ffared of the best,\n W_i_t_h_ bred and ale and weyne,\n To the bottys the made them prest,\n W_i_t_h_ bowes and boltys ffoll ffeyne.\n\n 46\n The screffes men schot ffoll ffast,\n As archares \u00fe_a_t weren godde;\n Ther_e_ cam non ner ney the marke\n Bey halffe a god archares bowe.\n\n 47\n Stell then stod the prowde pott_er_,\n Thos than seyde he;\n And y had a bow, be the rode,\n On schot scholde yow se.\n\n 48\n \u2018Thow schall haffe a bow,\u2019 seyde the screffe,\n \u2018The best \u00fe_a_t thow well cheys of thre;\n Thou semyst a stalward and a stronge,\n Asay schall thow be.\u2019\n\n 49\n The screffe com_m_andyd a yeman \u00fe_a_t stod hem bey\n Afft_er_ bowhes to weynde;\n The best bow \u00fe_a_t the yeman browthe\n Roben set on a stryng.\n\n 50\n \u2018Now schall y wet and thow be god,\n And polle het op to they ner_e_;\u2019\n \u2018So god me helpe,\u2019 seyde the prowde pott_er_,\n \u2018\u00deys ys bot ryg\u021dt weke ger_e_.\u2019\n\n 51\n To a quequer Roben went,\n A god bolt owthe he toke;\n So ney on to the marke he went,\n He ffayled not a fothe.\n\n 52\n All they schot abowthe agen,\n The screffes men and he;\n Off the marke he welde not ffayle,\n He cleffed the preke on thre.\n\n 53\n The screffes men thowt gret schame\n The pott_er_ the mastry wan;\n The screff\u00eb lowe and made god game,\n And seyde, Pott_er_, thow art a man.\n\n 54\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n Thow art worthey to ber_e_ a bowe\n Yn what plas that \u00feow goe.\n\n 55\n \u2018Yn mey cart y haffe a bowe,\n Ffor soyt,\u2019 he seyde, \u2018and that a godde;\n Yn mey cart ys the bow\n That gaffe me Robyn Hode.\u2019\n\n 56\n \u2018Knowest thow Robyn Hode?\u2019 seyde the screffe,\n \u2018Pott_er_, y prey the tell thow me;\u2019\n \u2018A hundred torne y haffe schot w_i_t_h_ hem,\n Vnder hes tortyll-tre.\u2019\n\n 57\n \u2018Y had leuer nar a hundred ponde,\u2019 seyde \u00fee screffe,\n \u2018And swar_e_ be the Trenit\u00eb,\n . . . . . . .\n \u00de_a_t the ffals outelawe stod be me.\u2019\n\n 58\n \u2018And ye well do afftyr mey red,\u2019 seyde \u00fee pott_er_,\n \u2018And boldeley go w_i_t_h_ me,\n And to morow, or we het bred,\n Roben Hode well we se.\u2019\n\n 59\n \u2018Y wel queyt the,\u2019 kod the screffe,\n \u2018Y swer_e_ be God of meythe;\u2019\n Schetyng thay left, and hom \u00feey went,\n Her soper was reddy deythe.\n\n 60\n Vpon the morow, when het was day,\n He boskyd hem fforthe to reyde;\n The pott_er_ hes cart fforthe gan ray,\n And wolde not leffe beheynde.\n\n 61\n He toke leffe of the screffys wyffe,\n And thankyd her of all thyng:\n \u2018Dam, ffor mey loffe and ye well \u00feys wer_e_,\n Y geffe yow her_e_ a golde ryng.\u2019\n\n 62\n \u2018Gramarsey,\u2019 seyde the weyffe,\n \u2018Ser, god eylde het the;\u2019\n The screffes hart was neuer so leythe,\n The ffeyr_e_ fforeyst to se.\n\n 63\n And when he cam yn to the fforeyst,\n Yonder the leffes grene,\n Berdys ther_e_ sange on bowhes prest,\n Het was gret goy to se.\n\n 64\n \u2018Her_e_ het ys merey to be,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018Ffor a man that had hawt to spende;\n Be mey horne I schall awet\n Yeff Roben Hode be her_e_.\u2019\n\n 65\n Roben set hes horne to hes mowthe,\n And blow a blast \u00fe_a_t was ffoll god;\n \u00de_a_t herde hes men \u00fe_a_t \u00feer_e_ stode,\n Ffer downe yn the wodde.\n\n 66\n \u2018I her mey mast_er_ blow,\u2019 seyde Leytell John,\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n They ran as thay wer_e_ wode.\n\n 67\n Whan thay to thar mast_er_ cam,\n Leytell John wold not spar_e_;\n \u2018Mast_er_, how haffe yow ffar_e_ yn Notynggam?\n How haffe yow solde yowr_e_ war_e_?\u2019\n\n 68\n \u2018Ye, be mey trowthe, Leyty[ll] John,\n Loke thow take no car_e_;\n Y haffe browt the screffe of Notynggam,\n Ffor all howr_e_ chaffar_e_.\u2019\n\n 69\n \u2018He ys ffoll wellcom,\u2019 seyde Lytyll John,\n \u2018Thes tydyng ys ffoll godde;\n The screffe had leuer nar a hundred ponde\n He had [neuer sene Roben Hode.]\n\n 70\n \u2018[Had I] west \u00fe_a_t befforen,\n At Notynggam when we wer_e_,\n Thow scholde not com yn ffeyr_e_ fforest\n Of all thes thowsande eyr_e_.\u2019\n\n 71\n \u2018That wot y well,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018Y thanke God that ye be her_e_;\n Ther_e_ffor_e_ schall ye leffe yowr_e_ hors w_i_t_h_ hos,\n And all yowr_e_ hother ger_e_.\u2019\n\n 72\n \u2018That ffend I Godys fforbod,\u2019 kod the screffe,\n \u2018So to lese mey godde;\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . .\n\n 73\n \u2018Hether ye cam on hors ffoll hey,\n And hom schall ye go on ffote;\n And gret well they weyffe at home,\n The woman ys ffoll godde.\n\n 74\n \u2018Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey,\n Het ambellet be mey ffey,\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . .\n\n 75\n \u2018Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey,\n Het hambellet as the weynde;\n Ner_e_ ffor the loffe of yowr_e_ weyffe,\n Off mor_e_ sorow scholde yow seyng.\u2019\n\n 76\n Thes parted Robyn Hode and the screffe;\n To Notynggam he toke the waye;\n Hes weyffe ffeyr_e_ welcomed hem hom,\n And to hem gan sche saye:\n\n 77\n Seyr, how haffe yow ffared yn grene fforeyst?\n Haffe ye browt Roben hom?\n \u2018Dam, the deyell spede hem, bothe bodey and bon;\n Y haffe hade a ffoll gret skorne.\n\n 78\n \u2018Of all the god that y haffe lade to grene wod,\n He hayt take het ffro me;\n All bot thes ffeyr_e_ palffrey,\n That he hayt sende to the.\u2019\n\n 79\n W_i_t_h_ \u00fe_a_t sche toke op a lowde lawhyng,\n And swhar_e_ be hem \u00fe_a_t deyed on tre,\n \u2018Now haffe yow payed ffor all \u00fee pottys\n That Roben gaffe to me.\n\n 80\n \u2018Now ye be com hom to Notynggam,\n Ye schall haffe god ynowe;\u2019\n Now speke we of Roben Hode,\n And of the pottyr ondyr the grene bowhe.\n\n 81\n \u2018Pott_er_, what was they pottys worthe\n To Notynggam \u00fe_a_t y ledde w_i_t_h_ me?\u2019\n \u2018They wer worthe to nobellys,\u2019 seyde he,\n \u2018So mot y treyffe or the;\n So cowde y [haffe] had ffor tham,\n And y had ther_e_ be.\u2019\n\n 82\n \u2018Thow schalt hafe ten ponde,\u2019 seyde Roben,\n \u2018Of money ffeyre and ffre;\n And yeuer whan thow comest to grene wod,\n Wellcom, pott_er_, to me.\u2019\n\n 83\n Thes p_ar_tyd Robyn, the screffe, and the pott_er_,\n Ondernethe the grene-wod tre;\n God haffe mersey on Roben Hodys solle,\n And saffe all god yemanrey!\n\n * * * * *\n\n 2^2. cortessey.\n\n 3^4. werschep ye.\n\n 4^4. the lefe.\n\n 5^1, 6^1. syde.\n\n 6^3. Seche iij.\n\n 6^4. \u00feey cleffe by my seydys.\n\n 7^1, 8^1, 21^1, 43^3. xl s\u2019.\n\n 7^3. hys all.\n\n 7^4. hem leffe.\n\n 11^1. thes iij.\n\n 11^4. I peney.\n\n 14^2. And teke _at the beginning of the line struck through_.\n\n 16^1. thes ij.\n\n 17^1. ffelow he seyde.\n\n 17^3. a caward.\n\n 19^2. onder _or_ ender.\n\n 19^4. hels: sclo.\n\n 20^1. went yemen.\n\n 20^2. To thes.\n\n 21^3, 56^3, 57^1. a c.\n\n 25. st. 29 _is wrongly put here_.\n\n 25^4. yede.\n\n 27^2. ffelow hes.\n\n 28. _The order of the lines is_ 3, 2, 1, 4.\n\n 30^3. Heres.\n\n 35^1. pens v.\n\n 35^2. pens iij. d.\n\n 36^2. bot v.\n\n 37^2. Gere amarsey seyde sche than, _with a character after_ sche\n _which is probably an abbreviation for_ ser, _as in_ 62^2.\n\n 41^4. to to.\n\n 42^1. methe.\n\n 42^3. ij of.\n\n 43^3. xl s.\n\n 45^3. the pottys.\n\n 45^4. bolt yt.\n\n 48^2. of iij.\n\n 48^3. senyst.\n\n 48^4. A say.\n\n 50^2. And [thow]? _The_ ll _in_ polle _is crossed_; potte _may\n have been intended by the writer_.\n\n 52^4. on iij.\n\n 54^{1,2}. _No blank here, and none at_ 57^3, 66^{2,3}, 72^{3,4},\n 74^{3,4}.\n\n 55^{3,4}. Yn mey cart ys the bow \u00fe_a_t Robyn gaffe me.\n\n 56^3. A c.\n\n 57^1, 69^3. a c.\n\n 59^2. & swer_e_: meythey.\n\n 59^4. scoper.\n\n 64^3. he schall.\n\n 68^1. I leyty.\n\n 69^4, 70^1. He had west \u00fe_a_t be fforen.\n\n 74^{1,2}. _Ought perhaps to be dropped. The writer, having got the\n second verse wrong, may have begun the stanza again._\n\n 80^3. _After this line is repeated_, Ye schall haffe god ynowhe.\n\n 80^4. bowhes.\n\n 81^3. worthe ij.\n\n 81^6. be ther_e_.\n\n 82. hafe x li.\n\n Expleycyt Robynhode.\n\n A bowt, a non, be heynde, _etc. are joined_. And _for_ &\n _throughout. Some terminal curls rendered with_ e _were,\n perhaps, mere tricks of writing; as marks over final_ m, n, _in_\n cam, on, yemen, _etc., crossed double_ l _in_ all, _etc., a\n curled_ n _in_ Roben, _have been assumed to be_.\n\n\n APPENDIX\n\n THE PLAYE OF ROBYN HODE (vv. 121 ff.)\n\nAs printed by Copland, at the end of his edition of the Gest, with a few\ncorrections from White\u2019s edition, 1634: Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II,\n199. I have not thought it necessary to collate Ritson\u2019s reprint with\nCopland. The collations with White here are made with the undated copy\nin the Bodleian Library, Z. 3. Art. Seld.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Lysten, to [me], my mery men all, v. 121\n And harke what I shall say;\n Of an adventure I shall you tell,\n That befell this other daye.\n With a proude potter I met,\n And a rose-garlande on his head,\n The floures of it shone marvaylous freshe;\n This seven yere and more he hath used this waye,\n Yet was he never so curteyse a potter\n As one peny passage to paye. 130\n Is there any of my mery men all\n That dare be so bolde\n To make the potter paie passage,\n Either silver or golde?\n\n LYTELL JOHN\n\n Not I master, for twenty pound redy tolde. 135\n For there is not among us al one\n That dare medle with that potter, man for man.\n I felt his handes not long agone,\n But I had lever have ben here by the;\n Therfore I knowe what he is. 140\n Mete him when ye wil, or mete him whan ye shal,\n He is as propre a man as ever you medle[d] withal.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n I will lai with the, Litel John, twenti pound so read,\n If I wyth that potter mete,\n I wil make him pay passage, maugre his head. 145\n\n LYTTEL JOHN\n\n I consente therto, so eate I bread;\n If he pay passage, maugre his head,\n Twenti pound shall ye have of me for your mede.\n\n THE POTTERS BOY JACKE\n\n Out alas, that ever I sawe this daye!\n For I am clene out of my waye 150\n From Notyngham towne;\n If I hye me not the faster,\n Or I come there the market wel be done.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Let me se, are the pottes hole and sounde?\n\n JACKE\n\n Yea, meister, but they will not breake the ground. 155\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n I wil them breke, for the cuckold thi maisters sake;\n And if they will breake the grounde,\n Thou shalt have thre pence for a pound.\n\n JACKE\n\n Out alas! what have ye done?\n If my maister come, he will breke your crown. 160\n\n THE POTTER\n\n Why, thou horeson, art thou here yet?\n Thou shouldest have bene at market.\n\n JACKE\n\n I met with Robin Hode, a good yeman;\n He hath broken my pottes,\n And called you kuckolde by your name. 165\n\n THE POTTER\n\n Thou mayst be a gentylman, so God me save,\n But thou semest a noughty knave.\n Thou callest me cuckolde by my name,\n And I swere by God and Saynt John,\n Wyfe had I never none: 170\n This cannot I denye.\n But if thou be a good felowe,\n I wil sel mi horse, mi harneis, pottes and paniers to,\n Thou shalt have the one halfe, and I will have the other.\n If thou be not so content, 175\n Thou shalt have stripes, if thou were my brother.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Harke, potter, what I shall say:\n This seven yere and more thou hast used this way,\n Yet were thou never so curteous to me\n As one penny passage to paye. 180\n\n THE POTTER\n\n Why should I pay passage to thee?\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n For I am Robyn Hode, chiefe gouernoure\n Under the grene-woode tree.\n\n THE POTTER\n\n This seven yere have I used this way up and downe,\n Yet payed I passage to no man, 185\n Nor now I wyl not beginne, to do the worst thou can.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Passage shalt thou pai here under the grene-wode tre,\n Or els thou shalt leve a wedde with me.\n\n THE POTTER\n\n If thou be a good felowe, as men do the call,\n Laye awaye thy bowe, 190\n And take thy sword and buckeler in thy hande,\n And se what shall befall.\n\n ROBIN HODE\n\n Lyttle John, where art thou?\n\n LYTTEL [JOHN]\n\n Here, mayster, I make God avowe.\n I tolde you, mayster, so God me save, 195\n That you shoulde fynde the potter a knave.\n Holde your buckeler faste in your hande,\n And I wyll styfly by you stande,\n Ready for to fyghte;\n Be the knave never so stoute, 200\n I shall rappe him on the snoute,\n And put hym to flyghte.\n\n _The rest is wanting._\n\n * * * * *\n\n 121. to [me], _wanting in White_.\n\n 142. medled, _W._\n\n 153. maryet.\n\n 154. the, _C._; thy, _W._\n\n 186. to do: to _wanting in W_.\n\n 188. wedded, _C._; wed, _W._\n\n 196. your, _C._; you, _W._\n\n\n\n\n 122\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER\n\n #A.# \u2018Robin Hood and the Butcher,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 7; Hales and\n Furnivall, I, 19.\n\n #B.# \u2018Robin Hood and the Butcher.\u2019 #a.# Wood, 401, 19 b. #b.# Garland\n of 1663, No 6. #c.# Garland of 1670, No 5. #d.# Pepys, II, 102, No\n 89.\n\n\nOther copies, of the second class, are in the Roxburghe collection, III,\n259, and the Douce collection, III, 114. #B a# was printed, with\nchanges, by Ritson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 23; a copy resembling the\nDouce by Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 106.\n\nThe story is a variation of Robin Hood and the Potter. According to #A#,\nthe sheriff of Nottingham has resolved to have Robin\u2019s head. A butcher\nis driving through the forest, and his dog flies at Robin, for which\nRobin kills the dog. The butcher undertakes to let a little of the\nyeoman\u2019s blood for this, and there is a bout between staff and sword, in\nwhich we know that the butcher must bear himself well, though just here\nthe first of three considerable gaps occurs. Robin buys the butcher\u2019s\nstock, changes clothes with him, and goes to Nottingham to market his\nflesh. There he takes up his lodging at the sheriff\u2019s, having perhaps\nconciliated the sheriff\u2019s wife with the present of a fine joint. He\nsells at so low a rate that his stock is all gone before any one else\nhas sold a bit. The butchers ask him to drink, and Robin makes an\nappointment with them at the sheriff\u2019s. A second gap deprives us of the\nknowledge of what passes here, but we infer that, as in #B#, Robin is so\nreckless of his money that the sheriff thinks he can make a good bargain\nin horned beasts with him. Robin is ready; we see that he has come with\na well-formed plan. The next day the sheriff goes to view the livestock,\nand is taken into the depth of the forest; it turns out that the wild\ndeer are the butcher\u2019s horned beasts. Robin\u2019s men come in at the sound\nof his horn; the sheriff is lightened of all his money, and is told that\nhis head is spared only for his wife\u2019s sake. All this the sheriff tells\nhis wife, on his return, and she replies that he has been served rightly\nfor not tarrying at home, as she had begged him to do. The sheriff says\nhe has learned wisdom, and will meddle no more with Robin Hood.\n\n#B a# omits the brush between Robin and the butcher, mostly wanting,\nindeed, in #A# also, but only because of the damage which the manuscript\nhas suffered.\n\nThe passage in which the sheriff is inveigled into Robin\u2019s haunts has,\nas already mentioned, close affinity with the Gest, 181 ff.\n\nThe first three stanzas of #A# would not be missed, and apparently\nbelong to some other ballad.[98]\n\n#B a# is signed T. R., as is also Robin Hood and the Beggar in two\neditions, and these we may suppose to be the initials of the person who\nwrote the story over with middle rhyme in the third line of the stanza,\na peculiarity which distinguishes a group of ballads which were sung to\nthe tune of Robin Hood and the Stranger: see Robin Hood and Little John,\nNo 125, and also No 128.\n\n\n A\n\n Percy MS., p. 7; Hales and Furnivall, I, 19.\n\n 1\n But Robin he walkes in the g[reene] fforrest,\n As merry as bird on boughe,\n But he that feitches good Robins head,\n Hee\u2019le find him game enoughe.\n\n 2\n But Robine he walkes in the greene fforrest,\n Vnder his trusty-tree;\n Sayes, Hearken, hearken, my merrymen all,\n What tydings is come to me.\n\n 3\n The sheriffe he hath made a cry,\n Hee\u2019le have my head i-wis;\n But ere a tweluemonth come to an end\n I may chance to light on his.\n\n 4\n Robin he marcht in the greene forrest,\n Vnder the greenwood scray,\n And there he was ware of a proud bucher,\n Came driuing flesh by the way.\n\n 5\n The bucher he had a cut-taild dogg,\n And at Robins face he flew;\n But Robin he was a good sword,\n The bucher\u2019s dogg he slew.\n\n 6\n \u2018Why slayes thou my dogg?\u2019 sayes the bucher,\n \u2018For he did none ill to thee;\n By all the s_ain_ts that are in heaven\n Thou shalt haue buffetts three.\u2019\n\n 7\n He tooke his staffe then in his hand,\n And he turnd him round about:\n \u2018Thou hast a litle wild blood in thy head,\n Good fellow, thou\u2019st haue it letten out.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018He that does that deed,\u2019 sayes Robin,\n \u2018I\u2019le count him for a man;\n But that while will I draw my sword,\n And fend it if I can.\u2019\n\n 9\n But Robin he stroke att the bloudy bucher,\n In place were he did stand,\n\n * * * * *\n\n 10\n \u2018I [am] a younge bucher,\u2019 sayes Robin,\n \u2018You fine dames am I come amonge;\n But euer I beseech you, good Mrs Sheriffe,\n You must see me take noe wronge.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Thou art verry welcome,\u2019 said M_aster_ Sherriff\u2019s wiffe,\n \u2018Thy inne heere up [to] take;\n If any good ffellow come in thy companie,\n Hee\u2019st be welcome for thy sake.\u2019\n\n 12\n Robin called ffor ale, soe did he for wine,\n And for it he did pay:\n \u2018I must to my markett goe,\u2019 says Robin,\n \u2018For I hold time itt of the day.\u2019\n\n 13\n But Robin is to the markett gone,\n Soe quickly and beliue,\n He sold more flesh for one peny\n Then othe[r] buchers did for fiue.\n\n 14\n The drew about the younge bucher,\n Like sheepe into a fold;\n Yea neuer a bucher had sold a bitt\n Till Robin he had all sold.\n\n 15\n When Robin Hood had his markett made,\n His flesh was sold and gone;\n Yea he had receiued but a litle mony,\n But thirty pence and one.\n\n 16\n Seaven buchers, the garded Robin Hood,\n Ffull many time and oft;\n Sayes, We must drinke w_i_th you, brother bucher,\n It\u2019s custome of our crafte.\n\n 17\n \u2018If that be the custome of yo_u_r crafte,\n As heere you tell to me,\n Att four of the clocke in the afternoone\n At the sheriffs hall I wilbe.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 18\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018If thou doe like it well;\n Yea heere is more by three hundred pound\n Then thou hast beasts to sell.\u2019\n\n 19\n Robyn sayd naught, the more he thought:\n \u2018Mony neere comes out of time;\n If once I catch thee in the greene fforest,\n _Tha_t mony it shall be mine.\u2019\n\n 20\n But on the next day seuen butchers\n Came to guard the sheriffe that day;\n But Robin he was the whigh[t]est man,\n He led them all the way.\n\n 21\n He led them into the greene fforest,\n Vnder the trusty tree;\n Yea, there were harts, and ther were hynds,\n And staggs w_i_th heads full high.\n\n 22\n Yea, there were harts and there were hynds,\n And many a goodly ffawne;\n \u2018Now praised be God,\u2019 says bold Robin,\n \u2018All these they be my owne.\n\n 23\n \u2018These are my horned beasts,\u2019 says Robin,\n \u2018M_aster_ Sherriffe, w_hi_ch must make the stake;\u2019\n \u2018But euer alacke, now,\u2019 said the sheriffe,\n \u2018_Tha_t tydings comes to late!\u2019\n\n 24\n Robin sett a shrill horne to his mouth,\n And a loud blast he did blow,\n And then halfe a hundred bold archers\n Came rakeing on a row.\n\n 25\n But when the came befor bold Robin,\n Even there the stood all bare:\n \u2018You are welcome, m_aster_, from Nottingham:\n How haue you sold your ware?\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 26\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n It proues bold Robin Hood.\n\n 27\n \u2018Yea, he hath robbed me of all my gold\n And siluer _tha_t euer I had;\n But that I had a verry good wife at home,\n I shold haue lost my head.\n\n 28\n \u2018But I had a verry good wife at home,\n W_h_ich made him gentle cheere,\n And therfor, for my wifes sake,\n I shold haue better favor heere.\n\n 29\n \u2018But such favor as he shewed me\n I might haue of the devills dam,\n That will rob a man of all he hath,\n And send him naked home.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018That is very well done,\u2019 then says his wiffe,\n \u2018Itt is well done, I say;\n You might haue tarryed att Nottingham,\n Soe fayre as I did you pray.\u2019\n\n 31\n \u2018I haue learned wisdome,\u2019 sayes the sherriffe,\n \u2018And, wife, I haue learned of thee;\n But if Robin walke easte, or he walke west,\n He shall neuer be sought for me.\u2019\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 19 b. #b.# Garland of 1663, No 6. #c.# Garland\n of 1670, No 5. #d.# Pepys, II, 102, No 89.\n\n 1\n Come, all you brave gallants, and listen a while,\n With hey down, down, an a down\n That are in the bowers within;\n For of Robin Hood, that archer good,\n A song I intend for to sing.\n\n 2\n Upon a time it chanc\u00ebd so\n Bold Robin in forrest did spy\n A jolly butcher, with a bonny fine mare,\n With his flesh to the market did hye.\n\n 3\n \u2018Good morrow, good fellow,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018What food hast? tell unto me;\n And thy trade to me tell, and where thou dost dwell,\n For I like well thy company.\u2019\n\n 4\n The butcher he answered jolly Robin:\n No matter where I dwell;\n For a butcher I am, and to Notingham\n I am going, my flesh to sell.\n\n 5\n \u2018What is [the] price of thy flesh?\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Come, tell it soon unto me;\n And the price of thy mare, be she never so dear,\n For a butcher fain would I be.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018The price of my flesh,\u2019 the butcher repli\u2019d,\n \u2018I soon will tell unto thee;\n With my bonny mare, and they are not dear,\n Four mark thou must give unto me.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Four mark I will give thee,\u2019 saith jolly Robin,\n \u2018Four mark it shall be thy fee;\n Thy mony come count, and let me mount,\n For a butcher I fain would be.\u2019\n\n 8\n Now Robin he is to Notingham gone,\n His butcher\u2019s trade for to begin;\n With good intent, to the sheriff he went,\n And there he took up his inn.\n\n 9\n When other butchers they opened their meat,\n Bold Robin he then begun;\n But how for to sell he knew not well,\n For a butcher he was but young.\n\n 10\n When other butchers no meat could sell,\n Robin got both gold and fee;\n For he sold more meat for one peny\n Than others could do for three.\n\n 11\n But when he sold his meat so fast,\n No butcher by him could thrive;\n For he sold more meat for one peny\n Than others could do for five.\n\n 12\n Which made the butchers of Notingham\n To study as they did stand,\n Saying, surely he was some prodigal,\n That had sold his father\u2019s land.\n\n 13\n The butchers they stepped to jolly Robin,\n Acquainted with him for to be;\n \u2018Come, brother,\u2019 one said, \u2018we be all of one trade,\n Come, will you go dine with me?\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Accurst of his heart,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018That a butcher doth deny;\n I will go with you, my brethren true,\n And as fast as I can hie.\u2019\n\n 15\n But when to the sheriff\u2019s house they came,\n To dinner they hied apace,\n And Robin he the man must be\n Before them all to say grace.\n\n 16\n \u2018Pray God bless us all,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018And our meat within this place;\n A cup of sack so good will nourish our blood,\n And so I do end my grace.\n\n 17\n \u2018Come fill us more wine,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Let us merry be while we do stay;\n For wine and good cheer, be it never so dear,\n I vow I the reckning will pay.\n\n 18\n \u2018Come, brother[s], be merry,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Let us drink, and never give ore;\n For the shot I will pay, ere I go my way,\n If it cost me five pounds and more.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018This is a mad blade,\u2019 the butchers then said;\n Saies the sheriff, He is some prodigal,\n That some land has sold, for silver and gold,\n And now he doth mean to spend all.\n\n 20\n \u2018Hast thou any horn-beasts,\u2019 the sheriff repli\u2019d,\n \u2018Good fellow, to sell unto me?\u2019\n \u2018Yes, that I have, good Master Sheriff,\n I have hundreds two or three.\n\n 21\n \u2018And a hundred aker of good free land,\n If you please it to see;\n And I\u2019le make you as good assurance of it\n As ever my father made me.\u2019\n\n 22\n The sheriff he saddled a good palfrey,\n With three hundred pound in gold,\n And away he went with bold Robin Hood,\n His horned beasts to behold.\n\n 23\n Away then the sheriff and Robin did ride,\n To the forrest of merry Sherwood;\n Then the sheriff did say, God bless us this day\n From a man they call Robin Hood!\n\n 24\n But when that a little further they came,\n Bold Robin he chanc\u00ebd to spy\n A hundred head of good red deer,\n Come tripping the sheriff full nigh.\n\n 25\n \u2018How like you my hornd beasts, good Master Sheriff?\n They be fat and fair for to see;\u2019\n \u2018I tell thee, good fellow, I would I were gone,\n For I like not thy company.\u2019\n\n 26\n Then Robin he set his horn to his mouth,\n And blew but blasts three;\n Then quickly anon there came Little John,\n And all his company.\n\n 27\n \u2018What is your will?\u2019 then said Little John,\n \u2018Good master come tell it to me;\u2019\n \u2018I have brought hither the sheriff of Notingham,\n This day to dine with thee.\u2019\n\n 28\n \u2018He is welcome to me,\u2019 then said Little John,\n \u2018I hope he will honestly pay;\n I know he has gold, if it be but well told,\n Will serve us to drink a whole day.\u2019\n\n 29\n Then Robin took his mantle from his back,\n And laid it upon the ground,\n And out of the sheriffe\u015b portmantle\n He told three hundred pound.\n\n 30\n Then Robin he brought him thorow the wood,\n And set him on his dapple gray:\n \u2018O have me commended to your wife at home;\u2019\n So Robin went laughing away.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n 1^2. bughe.\n\n 1^3. d _in_ head _has a tag to it: Furnivall_.\n\n 6^4. 3. _After_ 9^2, 17^4, 25^4, _half a page gone_.\n\n 13^4. 5.\n\n 15^4. 30[ty :].\n\n 17^3. 4.\n\n 18^3. 300[li :].\n\n 19^3. cacth: in thy.\n\n 20^1. 7.\n\n 24^3. 100[d :].\n\n 28^3. p_ro_ _for_ for.\n\n#B. a.#\n\n Robin Hood and the Butcher. To the Tune of Robin Hood and the\n Begger.\n\n _At the end_, T. R.\n\n _Colophon._ London. Printed for F. Grove on Snow Hill. F. Grove\n _printed_ 1620\u201355: _Chappell_.\n\n 12^4. hath sold.\n\n#b.#\n\n Robin Hood and the Butcher; shewing how he robbed the sheriff of\n Nottingham. To the Tune of Robin Hood and the Begger.\n\n 4^2. I do.\n\n 5^1. What is price.\n\n 10^4, 11^4. Then.\n\n 12^1. when _misprinted for_ made.\n\n 12^4. had sold.\n\n 18^1. brother.\n\n 18^3. go on.\n\n 19^3. hath sold.\n\n 21^1. And an.\n\n 21^4. to me.\n\n 25^1. Sheriff _wanting_.\n\n 27^4. with me.\n\n 29^3. sheriffs.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title as in_ #b.#\n\n 2, 8, _and after_ 8, _burden_: a hey.\n\n 5^1. is y^e.\n\n 10^4, 11^4. Then.\n\n 12^4. had sold.\n\n 17^2. do _wanting_.\n\n 18^1. brother.\n\n 18^3. go on.\n\n 18^4. costs.\n\n 19^3. hath sold.\n\n 21^2. it please.\n\n 21^3. you _wanting_.\n\n 21^4. did me.\n\n 24^3. red _wanting_.\n\n 27^2. pray tell.\n\n 29^3. sheriffs.\n\n#d.#\n\n Robin Hood and the Butcher. To the Tune of Robin Hood and the\n Beggar.\n\n _Colophon._ Printed for I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.\n 1670\u201386 (?).\n\n _Burden. From 2^1 on_, With a hey (_not_ With hey). _Also after\n the fourth line_, With a hey, &c.\n\n 1^1. ye.\n\n 1^2. this bower.\n\n 1^4. for _wanting_.\n\n 2^2. in the.\n\n 5^1. What\u2019s the.\n\n 5^3. be it.\n\n 7^3. The.\n\n 8^3. a good.\n\n 9^1. butchers did open.\n\n 10^4. Then.\n\n 12^4. hath sold.\n\n 13^3. of a.\n\n 14^2. will deny.\n\n 15^3. Robin Hood.\n\n 16^4. do _wanting_.\n\n 17^2. be merry.\n\n 18^1. brothers.\n\n 18^4. pound or.\n\n 20^1. thou _wanting_: hornd: sheriff then said.\n\n 21^1. A hundred acres.\n\n 22^2. And with.\n\n 22^3. And _wanting_.\n\n 26^2. blew out.\n\n 27^1. will master said.\n\n 27^2. I pray you come.\n\n 27^3. hither _wanting_.\n\n 28^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 28^3. were it but.\n\n 29^4. five _for_ three, _wrongly, see_ 22^2.\n\n 30^1. he _wanting_: through.\n\n\n\n\n 123\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR\n\n #A.# \u2018Robine Hood and Ffryer Tucke,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 10; Hales and\n Furnivall, I, 26.\n\n #B.# \u2018The Famous Battel between Robin Hood and the Curtal Fryer.\u2019 #a.#\n Garland of 1663, No 11. #b.#[99] Pepys, I, 78, No 37. #c.# Garland\n of 1670. #d.# Wood, 401, leaf 15 b. #e.# Pepys, II, 99, No 86. #f.#\n Douce, II, 184.\n\n\n#B# also in the Roxburghe collection, III, 16.\n\n#B d# was printed in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 58, corrected by #b#\nand compared with #e#; and in Evans\u2019s Old Ballads, 1777\u20131784, I, 136,\nprobably from the Aldermary garland.\n\nThe opening verses of #A# are of the same description as those with\nwhich Nos 117, 118, 119, and others begin. 1 has been corrupted, and 2\nalso, one would think, as there is no apparent reason for maids weeping\nand young men wringing hands in the merry month of May. In the first\nstanza,\n\n But how many merry monthes be in the yeere?\n There are 13 in May;\n The midsummer moone is the merryest of all,\n Next to the merry month of May.\n\n_month_ in the first and the fourth line might be changed to _moon_, to\njustify thirteen in the second, and to accord with _moon_ in the third.\nFor in May, in the second line, we may read, I say, or many say. The\nfirst stanza of No 140, #B#, runs:\n\n There are twelve months in all the year,\n As I hear many say;\n But the merriest month in all the year\n Is the merry month of May.\n\nNearly, or quite, one half of #A# has been torn from the manuscript, but\nthere is no reason to suppose that the story differed much from that of\n#B.#\n\nUpon Little John\u2019s killing a hart at five hundred foot, Robin Hood\nexclaims that he would ride a hundred mile to find John\u2019s match.\nScadlock, with a laugh, says that there is a friar at Fountains Abbey\nwho will beat both John and Robin, or indeed Robin and all his yeomen.\nRobin Hood takes an oath never to eat or drink till he has seen that\nfriar. (Cf. No 30, I, 275, 279.) Robin goes to Fountains Abbey, and\nensconces his men in a fern-brake. He finds the friar walking by the\nwater, well armed, and begs [orders, #B#] the friar to carry him\nover.[100] The friar takes Robin on his back, and says no word till he\nis over; then draws his sword and bids Robin carry him back, or he shall\nrue it. Robin takes the friar on his back, and says no word till he is\nover; then bids the friar carry him over once more. The friar, without a\nword, takes Robin on his back, and when he comes to the middle of the\nstream throws him in. When both have swum to the shore, Robin lets an\narrow fly, which the friar puts by with his buckler. The friar cares not\nfor his arrows, though Robin shoots till his arrows are all gone. They\ntake to swords, and fight with them for six good hours, when Robin begs\nthe boon of blowing three blasts on his horn. The friar gives him leave\nto blow his eyes out: fifty bowmen come raking over the lea. The friar\nin turn asks a boon, to whistle thrice in his fist. Robin cares not how\nmuch he whistles: fifty good bandogs come raking in a row. Here there is\na divergence. According to #A#, the friar will match every man with a\ndog, and himself with Robin. God forbid, says Robin; better be matched\nwith three of the dogs than with thee. Stay thy tikes, and let us be\nfriends. In #B#, two dogs go at Robin and tear his mantle from his back;\nall the arrows shot at them the dogs catch in their mouths. Little John\ncalls to the friar to call off his dogs, and enforces his words by\nlaying half a score of them dead on the plain with his bow. The friar\ncries, Hold; he will make terms. Robin Hood offers the friar clothes and\nfee to forsake Fountains Abbey for the green-wood. We must infer, as in\nthe parallel case of the Pinder of Wakefield, that the offer is\naccepted.[101] But the Curtal Friar, like the Pinder again, plays no\npart in Robin Hood story out of his own ballad.\n\nRobin Hood and the Friar, in both versions, is in a genuinely popular\nstrain, and was made to sing, not to print. Verbal agreements show that\n#A# and #B# have an earlier ballad as their common source; but of this,\none or the other has retained but little. I cannot think that #B# 33, 34\nare of the original matter. It is a derogation from Robin Hood\u2019s prowess\nthat he should have his mantle torn from his back, and we may ask why\nthe dogs do not catch Little John\u2019s arrows as well as others.\n\nFountains Abbey, near Ripon, in the West Riding of Yorkshire, was a\nCistercian monastery, dating from the twelfth century. (It is loosely\ncalled a nunnery in #A# 4.) The friar is called \u201ccutted\u201d in #A# and\n\u201ccurtal\u201d in #B#, and these words have been held to mean short-frocked,\nand therefore to make the friar a Franciscan. Staveley, The Romish\nHorseleech, speaking of the Franciscans, says at p. 214, Experience\nshews that in some countrys, where friers used to wear short habits, the\norder was presently contemned and derided, and men called them curtaild\nfriers. Cited by Douce, Illustrations of Shakspere, I, 61. So, according\nto Douce, we may probably understand the curtal friar to be a curtailed\nfriar, and in like manner of the curtal dogs. \u201cCutted\u201d in #A# can\nsignify nothing but short-frocked. In the title of that version, though\nnot in the text, the friar is called Tuck, which means that he is\n\u201cytukked bye,\u201d like Chaucer\u2019s Friar John, but not that he wears a short\nfrock. The friar in the play (see below) has a \u201clong cote,\u201d v. 46. But I\napprehend that #B# has the older word in curtal, and that curtal is\nsimply _curtilarius_, and applied to both friar and dogs because they\nhad the care and keeping of the _curtile_, or vegetable garden, of the\nmonastery.[102]\n\nThe title of #A# in the MS. is Robin Hood and Friar Tuck; from which it\nfollows that the copyist, or some predecessor, considered the stalwart\nfriar of Fountains Abbey to be one with the jocular friar of the\nMay-games and the morris dance. But Friar Tuck, the wanton and the\nmerry, like Maid Marian, owes his association with Robin Hood primarily\nto these popular sports, and not in the least to popular ballads. In the\ntruly popular ballads Friar Tuck is never heard of, and in only two even\nof the broadsides, Robin Hood and Queen Katherine and Robin Hood\u2019s\nGolden Prize, is he so much as named; in both no more than named, and in\nboth in conjunction with Maid Marian.\n\n\u2018The Play of Robin Hood,\u2019 the first half of which is based on the\npresent ballad, calls the friar Friar Tuck, and represents him\naccordingly. See the Appendix. He is also called Tuck in the play\nfounded on Guy of Gisborne.\n\nIn Munday\u2019s Downfall of Robert, Earl of Huntington, Friar Tuck is by\nimplication identified with the friar who fell into the well, Dodsley\u2019s\nOld Plays, ed. Hazlitt, VIII, 185; and Mr Chappell is consequently led\nto say, at p. 390 of his \u2018Popular Music,\u2019 that the ballad of the Friar\nin the Well was in all probability a tale of \u201cRobin Hood\u2019s fat friar.\u201d\nCavilling at this phrase of Shakspere\u2019s only so far as to observe that\nthe friar of the traditional Robin Hood ballad is as little fat as\nwanton, I need but say that the truth of the case had been already\naccurately expressed by Mr Chappell at p. 274 of his invaluable work:\n\u201cthe story is a very old one, and one of the many against monks and\nfriars in which not only England, but all Europe, delighted.\u201d\n\nThe boon to blow three blasts on his horn, #B# 25, is also asked by\nRobin of the Shepherd, No 134, st. 15. The reply made by the Shepherd,\nst. 16, is, If thou shouldst blow till tomorrow morn, I scorn one foot\nto flee. In R. H. Rescuing Three Squires, #B# 25, when Robin, disguised\nas a beggar, intimates to the sheriff that he may blow his horn, the\nanswer is nearly the same as here: Blow till both thy eyes fall out. In\nNo 127, st. 34 f, Robin asks a boon of the Tinker, without specifying\nwhat the boon is; the Tinker refuses; Robin blows his horn while the\nTinker is not looking. In No 135, st. 16 f, Robin asks the three keepers\nto let him blow one blast on his horn, and they refuse. This boon of\n[three] blasts on a horn is not an important matter in these Robin Hood\nballads, but it may be noticed as a feature of other popular ballads in\nwhich an actor is reduced to extremity: as in the Swedish ballad Stolts\nSignild, Arwidsson, II, 128, No 97, and the corresponding Signild og\nhendes Broder, Danske Viser, IV, 31, No 170, in both of which the answer\nto the request is, Blow as much as you will. So in a Russian bylina,\nwhen Solomon is to be hanged, he obtains permission three several times\nto blow his horn, and is told to blow as much as he will, and upon the\nthird blast his army comes to the rescue: Rybnikof, II, No 52, Jagi\u00e9, in\nArchiv f\u00fcr slavische Philologie, I, 104 ff; Miss Hapgood\u2019s Epic Songs of\nRussia, p. 287 f; also F. Vogt, Salman und Morolf, p. 104, sts 494\nff.[103] Three cries take the place of three blasts, upon occasion: as\nin the case of the unhappy maid in the German forms of No 4, I, 32 ff,\nwhere also the maid is sometimes told to cry as much as she wants, and\nin Gesta Romanorum, Oesterley, cap. 108, p. 440.\n\n\n#B# is translated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 124.\n\n\n A\n\n Percy MS., p. 10; Hales and Furnivall, I, 26.\n\n 1\n But how many merry monthes be in the yeere?\n There are thirteen, I say;\n The midsum_m_er moone is the merryest of all,\n Next to the merry month of May.\n\n 2\n In May, when mayds beene fast weepand,\n Young men their hands done wringe,\n\n * * * * *\n\n 3\n \u2018I\u2019le . . pe . . . . .\n Over may noe man for villanie:\u2019\n \u2018I\u2019le never eate nor drinke,\u2019 Ro_bin_ Hood sa[id],\n \u2018Till I that cutted friar see.\u2019\n\n 4\n He builded his men in a brake of fearne,\n A litle from that nunery;\n Sayes, If you heare my litle horne blow,\n Then looke you come to me.\n\n 5\n When Robin came to Fontaines Abey,\n Wheras that fryer lay,\n He was ware of the fryer where he stood,\n And to him thus can he say.\n\n 6\n A payre of blacke breeches the yeoman had on,\n His coppe all shone of steele,\n A fayre sword and a broad buckeler\n Beseemed him very weell.\n\n 7\n \u2018I am a wet weary man,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Good fellow, as thou may see;\n Wilt beare [me] over this wild water,\n Ffor sweete S_ain_t Charity?\u2019\n\n 8\n The fryer bethought him of a good deed;\n He had done none of long before;\n He hent up Robin Hood on his backe,\n And over he did him beare.\n\n 9\n But when he came over _tha_t wild water,\n A longe sword there he drew:\n \u2018Beare me backe againe, bold outlawe,\n Or of this thou shalt have enoughe.\u2019\n\n 10\n Then Robin Hood hent the fryar on his back,\n And neither sayd good nor ill;\n Till he came ore that wild water,\n The yeoman he walked still.\n\n 11\n Then Robin Hood wett his fayre greene hoze,\n A span aboue his knee;\n S[ay]s, Beare me ore againe, thou cutted f[ryer]\n\n * * * * *\n\n 12\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . good bowmen\n [C]ame raking all on a rowe.\n\n 13\n \u2018I beshrew thy head,\u2019 said the cutted ffriar,\n \u2018Thou thinkes I shall be shente;\n I thought thou had but a man or two,\n And thou hast [a] whole conuent.\n\n 14\n \u2018I lett thee haue a blast on thy horne,\n Now giue me leaue to whistle another;\n I cold not bidd thee noe better play\n And thou wert my owne borne brother.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Now fute on, fute on, thou cutted fryar,\n I pray God thou neere be still;\n It is not the futing in a fryers fist\n _Tha_t can doe me any ill.\u2019\n\n 16\n The fryar sett his neave to his mouth,\n A loud blast he did blow;\n Then halfe a hundred good bandoggs\n Came raking all on a rowe.\n\n 17\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018Euery dogg to a man,\u2019 said the cutted fryar,\n \u2018And I my selfe to Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018Over God\u2019s forbott,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018_Tha_t euer _tha_t soe shold bee;\n I had rather be mached w_i_th three of the tikes\n Ere I wold be matched on thee.\n\n 19\n \u2018But stay thy tikes, thou fryar,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018And freindshipp I\u2019le haue w_i_th thee;\n But stay thy tikes, thou fryar,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018And saue good yeomanry.\u2019\n\n 20\n The fryar he sett his neave to his mouth,\n A lowd blast he did blow;\n The doggs the coucht downe euery one,\n They couched downe on a rowe.\n\n 21\n \u2018What is thy will, thou yeoman?\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Haue done and tell it me;\u2019\n \u2018If that thou will goe to merry greenwood,\n\n * * * * *\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Garland of 1663, No 11. #b.# Pepys, I, 78, No 37. #c.# Garland\n of 1670, No 10. #d.# Wood, 401, leaf 15 b. #e.# Pepys, II, 99, No\n 86. #f.# Douce, II, 184.\n\n 1\n In summer time, when leaves grow green,\n And flowers are fresh and gay,\n Robin Hood and his merry men\n Were disposed to play.\n\n 2\n Then some would leap, and some would run,\n And some would use artillery:\n \u2018Which of you can a good bow draw,\n A good archer to be?\n\n 3\n \u2018Which of you can kill a buck?\n Or who can kill a do?\n Or who can kill a hart of greece,\n Five hundred foot him fro?\u2019\n\n 4\n Will Scadlock he killd a buck,\n And Midge he killd a do,\n And Little John killd a hart of greece,\n Five hundred foot him fro.\n\n 5\n \u2018God\u2019s blessing on thy heart,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018That hath [shot] such a shot for me;\n I would ride my horse an hundred miles,\n To finde one could match with thee.\u2019\n\n 6\n That causd Will Scadlock to laugh,\n He laughed full heartily:\n \u2018There lives a curtal frier in Fountains Abby\n Will beat both him and thee.\n\n 7\n \u2018That curtal frier in Fountains Abby\n Well can a strong bow draw;\n He will beat you and your yeomen,\n Set them all on a row.\u2019\n\n 8\n Robin Hood took a solemn oath,\n It was by Mary free,\n That he would neither eat nor drink\n Till the frier he did see.\n\n 9\n Robin Hood put on his harness good,\n And on his head a cap of steel,\n Broad sword and buckler by his side,\n And they became him weel.\n\n 10\n He took his bow into his hand,\n It was made of a trusty tree,\n With a sheaf of arrows at his belt,\n To the Fountains Dale went he.\n\n 11\n And comming unto Fountain[s] Dale,\n No further would he ride;\n There was he aware of a curtal frier,\n Walking by the water-side.\n\n 12\n The fryer had on a harniss good,\n And on his head a cap of steel,\n Broad sword and buckler by his side,\n And they became him weel.\n\n 13\n Robin Hood lighted off his horse,\n And tied him to a thorn:\n \u2018Carry me over the water, thou curtal frier,\n Or else thy life\u2019s forlorn.\u2019\n\n 14\n The frier took Robin Hood on his back,\n Deep water he did bestride,\n And spake neither good word nor bad,\n Till he came at the other side.\n\n 15\n Lightly leapt Robin Hood off the friers back;\n The frier said to him again,\n Carry me over this water, fine fellow,\n Or it shall breed thy pain.\n\n 16\n Robin Hood took the frier on \u2019s back,\n Deep water he did bestride,\n And spake neither good word nor bad,\n Till he came at the other side.\n\n 17\n Lightly leapt the fryer off Robin Hoods back;\n Robin Hood said to him again,\n Carry me over this water, thou curtal frier,\n Or it shall breed thy pain.\n\n 18\n The frier took Robin Hood on\u2019s back again,\n And stept up to the knee;\n Till he came at the middle stream,\n Neither good nor bad spake he.\n\n 19\n And coming to the middle stream,\n There he threw Robin in:\n \u2018And chuse thee, chuse thee, fine fellow,\n Whether thou wilt sink or swim.\u2019\n\n 20\n Robin Hood swam to a bush of broom,\n The frier to a wicker wand;\n Bold Robin Hood is gone to shore,\n And took his bow in hand.\n\n 21\n One of his best arrows under his belt\n To the frier he let flye;\n The curtal frier, with his steel buckler,\n He put that arrow by.\n\n 22\n \u2018Shoot on, shoot on, thou fine fellow,\n Shoot on as thou hast begun;\n If thou shoot here a summers day,\n Thy mark I will not shun.\u2019\n\n 23\n Robin Hood shot passing well,\n Till his arrows all were gone;\n They took their swords and steel bucklers,\n And fought with might and maine;\n\n 24\n From ten oth\u2019 clock that day,\n Till four ith\u2019 afternoon;\n Then Robin Hood came to his knees,\n Of the frier to beg a boon.\n\n 25\n \u2018A boon, a boon, thou curtal frier,\n I beg it on my knee;\n Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth,\n And to blow blasts three.\u2019\n\n 26\n \u2018That will I do,\u2019 said the curtal frier,\n \u2018Of thy blasts I have no doubt;\n I hope thou\u2019lt blow so passing well\n Till both thy eyes fall out.\u2019\n\n 27\n Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth,\n He blew but blasts three;\n Half a hundred yeomen, with bows bent,\n Came raking over the lee.\n\n 28\n \u2018Whose men are these,\u2019 said the frier,\n \u2018That come so hastily?\u2019\n \u2018These men are mine,\u2019 said Robin Hood;\n \u2018Frier, what is that to thee?\u2019\n\n 29\n \u2018A boon, a boon,\u2019 said the curtal frier,\n \u2018The like I gave to thee;\n Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth,\n And to whute whutes three.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018That will I do,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Or else I were to blame;\n Three whutes in a friers fist\n Would make me glad and fain.\u2019\n\n 31\n The frier he set his fist to his mouth,\n And whuted whutes three;\n Half a hundred good ban-dogs\n Came running the frier unto.\n\n 32\n \u2018Here\u2019s for every man of thine a dog,\n And I my self for thee:\u2019\n \u2018Nay, by my faith,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018Frier, that may not be.\u2019\n\n 33\n Two dogs at once to Robin Hood did go,\n The one behind, the other before;\n Robin Hoods mantle of Lincoln green\n Off from his back they tore.\n\n 34\n And whether his men shot east or west,\n Or they shot north or south,\n The curtal dogs, so taught they were,\n They kept their arrows in their mouth.\n\n 35\n \u2018Take up thy dogs,\u2019 said Little John,\n \u2018Frier, at my bidding be;\u2019\n \u2018Whose man art thou,\u2019 said the curtal frier,\n \u2018Comes here to prate with me?\u2019\n\n 36\n \u2018I am Little John, Robin Hoods man,\n Frier, I will not lie;\n If thou take not up thy dogs soon,\n I\u2019le take up them and thee.\u2019\n\n 37\n Little John had a bow in his hand,\n He shot with might and main;\n Soon half a score of the friers dogs\n Lay dead upon the plain.\n\n 38\n \u2018Hold thy hand, good fellow,\u2019 said the curtal frier,\n \u2018Thy master and I will agree;\n And we will have new orders taken,\n With all the haste that may be.\u2019\n\n 39\n \u2018If thou wilt forsake fair Fountains Dale,\n And Fountains Abby free,\n Every Sunday throughout the year,\n A noble shall be thy fee.\n\n 40\n \u2018And every holy day throughout the year,\n Changed shall thy garment be,\n If thou wilt go to fair Nottingham,\n And there remain with me.\u2019\n\n 41\n This curtal frier had kept Fountains Dale\n Seven long years or more;\n There was neither knight, lord, nor earl\n Could make him yield before.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n _Half a page is gone after 2^2, 11^3, 21^3._\n\n 1^1. moones?\n\n 1^2. 13 in May.\n\n 1^4. month _may pass, though_ moone _is expected_.\n\n 2^{1,2}. _might perhaps be intelligible with the other half of the\n stanza_.\n\n 10^4, 20^3. They.\n\n 11^1. eze.\n\n 13^4. cou_n_ent? com_m_ent? _F._\n\n 15^1. Now fate.\n\n 16^3. 100[d :].\n\n 17^{3,4}. _bis_ {\n\n 18^1. Ever.\n\n 18^3. 3.\n\n#B. a.#\n\n The famous battel between Robin Hood and the Curtal Fryer, near\n Fountain Dale.\n\n To a new northern tune.\n\n 4^1, 6^1. Sadlock: Scadlock _elsewhere_.\n\n 15^1. stept. _Cf._ 17^1: leapt _in_ #b#, #e#.\n\n 19^4. sing.\n\n 24^3. his _wanting, and in all but_ #b#, #e#.\n\n 24^4. the _wanting, and in all but_ #b#, #e#.\n\n 27^4. ranking: _in_ #d#, #e#, #f#, ranging.\n\n 32^1. of thine _wanting_: _found only in_ #b#.\n\n 34^4. catcht: kept _in_ #b#, #d#.\n\n 35^3. thon.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#, _omitting_ near Fountain Dale.\n\n Printed at London for H. Gosson. (1607\u201341.)\n\n 2^4. for to.\n\n 3^4, 4^4, 5^3, 27^3, 31^3. hundreth.\n\n 5^3. a _for_ an.\n\n 5^4. with _wanting_.\n\n 7^3. and all.\n\n 7^4. all a on a.\n\n 8^1. Hood he.\n\n 9^2, 12^2. And _wanting_.\n\n 10^4. Fountaine.\n\n 11^1. into.\n\n 11^2. he would.\n\n 11^3. he was: of the.\n\n 12^1. a _wanting_.\n\n 14^4, 16^4. th\u2019 other.\n\n 15^1. leapt _for_ stept.\n\n 16^1. on his.\n\n 18^1. Hood _wanting_.\n\n 18^2. in _for_ up.\n\n 20^2. wigger.\n\n 20^4. in his.\n\n 22^1. Scot: _a misprint_.\n\n 23^2. gane.\n\n 23^4. They _for_ And.\n\n 24^1. of clock of that.\n\n 24^2. four of th\u2019.\n\n 24^3. to his.\n\n 24^4. of the.\n\n 25^4. But to.\n\n 26^1. I will.\n\n 27^4. raking.\n\n 28^2. comes.\n\n 29^4, 30^3, 31^2. whues, _unobjectionable_: _in all the rest_\n whutes.\n\n 31^1. he set.\n\n 31^3. of good band-dogs.\n\n 32^1. man of thine.\n\n 32^8. said _for_ quoth.\n\n 34^4. kept the.\n\n 38^4. that _wanting_.\n\n 40^1. through the.\n\n 41^2. and more.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#, _except_ Dales.\n\n 5^2. hath _wanting_.\n\n 6^3, 7^1. Fountain.\n\n 8^4. he the frier did.\n\n 15^1. stept.\n\n 20^1. swom.\n\n 23^1. shot so.\n\n 28^3. men _wanting_.\n\n 31^3. band-dogs.\n\n 34^4. catcht.\n\n 35^4. to me.\n\n 40^2. garments.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in_ #b#.\n\n Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, W. Gilbertson. (1640\u201380?)\n\n 5^3. a.\n\n 5^4. with _wanting_.\n\n 7^4. all in.\n\n 11^1. Fountains.\n\n 11^2. farther.\n\n 15^1. stept.\n\n 16^1. on his.\n\n 20^2. wigger.\n\n 23^1. shot so.\n\n 23^4. They _for_ And.\n\n 24^3. his _wanting_.\n\n 24^4. the _wanting_.\n\n 27^4. ranging.\n\n 28^3. men _wanting_.\n\n 31^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 32^1. of thine _wanting_.\n\n 33^2. and the other.\n\n 34^4. They kept.\n\n 39^3. through the.\n\n 40^2. garments.\n\n#e.#\n\n _Title as in_ #b#.\n\n Printed for W. Thackeray, J. Millet, and A. Milbourn. (1680\u201397?)\n\n 2^4. for _wanting_.\n\n 3^4, 4^4. hundreth.\n\n 5^2. That shot such a shoot.\n\n 5^3. a _for_ an.\n\n 5^4. with _wanting_.\n\n 6^3. Fountain.\n\n 7, 8. _wanting._\n\n 10^2. made _wanting_.\n\n 11^1. Fountain\u2019s.\n\n 11^2. farther.\n\n 11^3. he was.\n\n 12^1. on _wanting_.\n\n 15^1. leapt _for_ stept.\n\n 15^3. thou fine.\n\n 16^1. on his.\n\n 16^3. speak.\n\n 17^3. over the.\n\n 20^2. wigger.\n\n 20^3. to the.\n\n 22^2. on _wanting_.\n\n 23^1. shot so.\n\n 23^2. were all gane.\n\n 23^4. They _for_ And.\n\n 24^3. to his.\n\n 24^4. Of the.\n\n 26^1. I will.\n\n 27^2. blew out.\n\n 27^4. ranging.\n\n 31^3. bay dogs.\n\n 32^1. Here is.\n\n 34^3. The cutrtles.\n\n 34^4. caught the.\n\n 38^1. Hold thy hand, hold thy hand, said.\n\n 39^{1,2}, 41^1. Fountain.\n\n 40^1. through the.\n\n 40^2. garments.\n\n 41^2. and _for_ or.\n\n#f.#\n\n _Title as in_ #b#.\n\n London, printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright. (1655\u201380.)\n\n 2^2. some _wanting_.\n\n 5^2. shot such a shoot.\n\n 5^3. a.\n\n 5^4. with _wanting_.\n\n 11^1. Fountains.\n\n 11^2. farther.\n\n 11^3. ware.\n\n 15^1. step\u2019d.\n\n 15^3. thou fine.\n\n 16^1. on his.\n\n 20^2. wigger.\n\n 20^3. to the.\n\n 21^3, 34^3. curtle.\n\n 22^2. on _wanting_.\n\n 23^1. shot so.\n\n 23^2. Till all his arrows were.\n\n 23^4. They _for_ And.\n\n 24^3. his _wanting_.\n\n 24^4. the _wanting_.\n\n 27^4. ranging.\n\n 28^3. men _wanting_.\n\n 30^3. fryer.\n\n 31^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 31^3. bay-dogs.\n\n 32^1. Here is: of thine _wanting_.\n\n 33^2. and the other.\n\n 34^4. caught the.\n\n 39^2, 41^1. Fountain.\n\n 39^3, 40^1. through the.\n\n 40^2. garments.\n\n 41^2. and more.\n\n\n APPENDIX\n\n THE PLAY OF ROBIN HOOD\n\n (1\u2013110)\n\n#a.#\n\n Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 192, as printed by William Copland,\n at the end of his edition of the Gest.\n\n#b.#\n\n As printed by Edward White, at the end of his edition of the Gest:\n Bodleian Library, Z. 3. Art. Seld.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Now stand ye forth, my mery men all,\n And harke what I shall say;\n Of an adventure I shal you tell,\n The which befell this other day.\n As I went by the hygh way, 5\n With a stout frere I met,\n And a quarter-staffe in his hande.\n Lyghtely to me he lept,\n And styll he bade me stande.\n There were strypes two or three, 10\n But I cannot tell who had the worse,\n But well I wote the horeson lept within me,\n And fro me he toke my purse.\n Is there any of my mery men all\n That to that frere wyll go, 15\n And bryng hym to me forth withall,\n Whether he wyll or no?\n\n LYTELL JOHN\n\n Yes, mayster, I make God avowe,\n To that frere wyll I go,\n And bring him to you, 20\n Whether he wyl or no.\n\n FRYER TUCKE\n\n _Deus hic! deus hic!_ God be here!\n Is not this a holy worde for a frere?\n God save all this company!\n But am not I a jolly fryer? 25\n For I can shote both farre and nere,\n And handle the sworde and buckler,\n And this quarter-staffe also.\n If I mete with a gentylman or yeman,\n I am not afrayde to loke hym upon, 30\n Nor boldly with him to carpe;\n If he speake any wordes to me,\n He shall have strypes two or thre,\n That shal make his body smarte.\n But, maisters, to shew you the matter 35\n Wherfore and why I am come hither,\n In fayth I wyll not spare.\n I am come to seke a good yeman,\n In Bernisdale men sai is his habitacion,\n His name is Robyn Hode. 40\n And if that he be better man than I,\n His servaunt wyll I be, and serve him truely;\n But if that I be better man than he,\n By my truth my knave shall he be,\n And leade these dogges all three. 45\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Yelde the, fryer, in thy long cote.\n\n FRYER TUCKE\n\n I beshrew thy hart, knave, thou hurtest my throt[e].\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n I trowe, fryer, thou beginnest to dote;\n Who made the so malapert and so bolde\n To come into this forest here, 50\n Amonge my falowe dere?\n\n FRYER\n\n Go louse the, ragged knave.\n If thou make mani wordes, I will geve the on the eare,\n Though I be but a poore fryer.\n To seke Robyn Hode I am com here, 55\n And to him my hart to breke.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Thou lousy frer, what wouldest thou with hym?\n He never loved fryer, nor none of freiers kyn.\n\n FRYER\n\n Avaunt, ye ragged knave!\n Or ye shall have on the skynne. 60\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Of all the men in the morning thou art the worst,\n To mete with the I have no lust;\n For he that meteth a frere or a fox in the morning,\n To spede ill that day he standeth in jeoperdy.\n Therfore I had lever mete with the devil of hell, 65\n (Fryer, I tell the as I thinke,)\n Then mete with a fryer or a fox\n In a mornyng, or I drynk.\n\n FRYER\n\n Avaunt, thou ragged knave! this is but a mock;\n If thou make mani words thou shal have a knock. 70\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Harke, frere, what I say here:\n Over this water thou shalt me bere,\n The brydge is borne away.\n\n FRYER\n\n To say naye I wyll not;\n To let the of thine oth it were great pitie and sin; 75\n But up on a fryers backe, and have even in!\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Nay, have over.\n\n FRYER\n\n Now am I, frere, within, and thou, Robin, without,\n To lay the here I have no great doubt.\n Now art thou, Robyn, without, and I, frere, within, 80\n Lye ther, knave; chose whether thou wilte sinke or swym.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Why, thou lowsy frere, what hast thou done?\n\n FRYER\n\n Mary, set a knave over the shone.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Therfore thou shalt abye.\n\n FRYER\n\n Why, wylt thou fyght a plucke? 85\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n And God send me good lucke.\n\n FRYER\n\n Than have a stroke for fryer Tucke.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Holde thy hande, frere, and here me speke.\n\n FRYER\n\n Say on, ragged knave,\n Me semeth ye begyn to swete. 90\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n In this forest I have a hounde,\n I wyl not give him for an hundreth pound.\n Geve me leve my horne to blowe,\n That my hounde may knowe.\n\n FRYER\n\n Blowe on, ragged knave, without any doubte, 95\n Untyll bothe thyne eyes starte out.\n Here be a sorte of ragged knaves come in,\n Clothed all in Kendale grene,\n And to the they take their way nowe.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Peradventure they do so. 100\n\n FRYER\n\n I gave the leve to blowe at thy wyll,\n Now give me leve to whistell my fyll.\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n Whystell, frere, evyl mote thou fare!\n Untyll bothe thyne eyes stare.\n\n FRYER\n\n Now Cut and Bause! 105\n Breng forth the clubbes and staves,\n And downe with those ragged knaves!\n\n ROBYN HODE\n\n How sayest thou, frere, wylt thou be my man,\n To do me the best servyse thou can?\n Thou shalt have both golde and fee. 110\n\n * * * * *\n\nAfter ten lines of ribaldry, which have no pertinency to the traditional\nRobin Hood and Friar, the play abruptly passes to the adventure of Robin\nHood and the Potter.\n\n#a.#\n\n _Ritson has been followed, without collation with Copland._\n\n 35. maister.\n\n 64. spede ell.\n\n 70. you, you _for_ thou, thou.\n\n 82. donee.\n\n 104. starte.\n\n#b.#\n\n 13. he _wanting_.\n\n 15. to the.\n\n 23. word of.\n\n 31. Not.\n\n 35. maister.\n\n 41. if he.\n\n 43. be a.\n\n 59. ye _wanting_.\n\n 61. in a.\n\n 65. had rather: of hell _wanting_.\n\n 70. y^u: y^u shalt.\n\n 81. choose either sinke.\n\n 97. Here is.\n\n 103. might thou.\n\n 104. stare.\n\n\n\n\n 124\n\n THE JOLLY PINDER OF WAKEFIELD\n\n #A. a.# Wood, 402, leaf 43. #b.# Garland of 1663, No 4. #c.# Garland\n of 1670, No 3. #d.# Pepys, II, 100, No 87 a. #e.# Wood, 401, leaf 61\n b.\n\n #B.# Percy MS., p. 15; Hales and Furnivall, I, 32.\n\n\nPrinted in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 16, from one of Wood\u2019s copies,\n\u201ccompared with two other copies in the British Museum, one in black\nletter:\u201d Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 99.\n\nThere is another copy in the Roxburghe collection, III, 24, and there\nare two in the Bagford.\n\n\u2018A ballett of Wakefylde and a grene\u2019 is entered to Master John Wallye\nand Mistress Toye, 19 July, 1557\u20139 July, 1558: Stationers\u2019 Registers,\nArber, I, 76.\n\nThe ballad is one of four, besides the Gest, that were known to the\nauthor of the Life of Robin Hood in Sloane MS., 715, which dates from\nthe end of the seventeenth century. It is thoroughly lyrical, and\ntherein \u201clike the old age,\u201d and was pretty well sung to pieces before it\never was printed. A snatch of it is sung, as Ritson has observed, in\neach of the Robin Hood plays, The Downfall of Robert, Earl of\nHuntington, by Anthony Munday, and The Death of Robert, Earl of\nHuntington, by A. Munday and Henry Chettle, both printed in 1601.\n\n At Michaelmas cometh my covenant out,\n My master gives me my fee;\n Then, Robin, I\u2019ll wear thy Kendall green,\n And wend to the greenwood with thee.\n\n O there dwelleth a jolly pinder\n At Wakefield all on a green.[104]\n\nSilence sings the line \u2018And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John,\u2019 3^2, in the\nSecond Part of King Henry Fourth, V, 3, and Falstaff addresses Bardolph\nas Scarlet and John in the first scene of The Merry Wives of Windsor. In\nBeaumont and Fletcher\u2019s Philaster, V, 4, Dyce, I, 295, we have: \u201cLet\nnot ... your Robinhoods, Scarlets, and Johns tie your affections in\ndarkness to your shops.\u201d Scarlet and John, comrades of Robin Hood from\nthe beginning, are prominent in many ballads.\n\nRobin Hood, Scarlet, and John have left the highway and made a path over\nthe corn,[105] apparently in defiance of the Pinder of Wakefield, who\nhas the fame of being able to exact a penalty of trespassers, whatever\ntheir rank. The Pinder bids them turn again; they, being three to one,\nscorn to comply. The Pinder fights with them till their swords are\nbroken. Robin cries Hold! and asks the Pinder to join his company in the\ngreenwood. This the Pinder is ready to do at Michaelmas, when his\nengagement to his present master will be terminated. Robin asks for meat\nand drink, and the Pinder offers him bread, beef, and ale.\n\nThe adventure of the ballad is naturally introduced into the play of\nGeorge a Greene, the Pinner of Wakefield, printed in 1599, reprinted in\nDodsley\u2019s Old Plays (the third volume of the edition of 1825), and by\nDyce among the works of Robert Greene. George a Greene fights with\nScarlet, and beats him; then with Much (not John), and beats him; then\nwith Robin Hood. Robin protests he is the stoutest champion that ever he\nlaid hands on, and says:\n\n George, wilt thou forsake Wakefield\n And go with me?\n Two liveries will I give thee every year,\n And forty crowns shall be thy fee.\n\nGeorge welcomes Robin to his house, offering him wafer-cakes, beef,\nmutton, and veal. (Dyce, II, 196 f.)\n\nThe scene in the play is found in the prose history of George a Green,\nLondon, 1706, of which a copy is known, no doubt substantially the same,\nof the date 1632. The Pinner here fells \u2018Slathbatch,\u2019 Little John, and\nthe Friar, before his bout with Robin. See Thoms, A Collection of Early\nProse Romances, II, 44\u201347, and the prefaces, p. viii ff, p. xviii f, for\nmore about the popularity of the Pinner\u2019s story.\n\nWakefield is in the West Riding of the county of York.\n\nRichard Brathwayte, in a poetical epistle \u201cto all true-bred northerne\nsparks of the generous society of the Cottoneers,\u201d Strappado for the\nDivell, 1615 (cited by Ritson, Robin Hood, ed. 1795, I, xxvii-ix),\nspeaks of\n\n The Pindar\u2019s valour, and how firme he stood\n In th\u2019 townes defence gainst th\u2019 rebel Robin Hood;\n How stoutly he behav\u2019d himselfe, and would,\n In spite of Robin, bring his horse to th\u2019 fold:\n\nfrom which we might infer that according to one account the Pinder had\nimpounded Robin\u2019s horse. But as Robin Hood, in this passage, is\nconfounded with the rebel Earl of Kendal, or some one of his adherents,\nit is safe to suppose that Brathwayte has been twice inaccurate.[106]\n\nThe ballad is so imperfect that one might be in doubt whether the Pinder\nfights with Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John all together or successively.\nBut to suppose the Pinder capable of dealing with all three at once\nwould be monstrous, and we see from the History and from Greene\u2019s play\nthat the Pinder must take them one after the other, and Robin the last\nof the three.\n\nThere are seven other ballads, besides The Pinder of Wakefield, in which\nRobin Hood, after trying his strength with a stout fellow, and coming\noff somewhat or very much the worse, induces his antagonist to enlist in\nhis company. Several of these are very late, and most of them\nimitations, we may say, of the Pinder, or one of the other. These\nballads are: Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar; Robin Hood and Little\nJohn; Robin Hood and the Tanner; Robin Hood and the Tinker, 28 ff; Robin\nHood Revived; Robin Hood and the Ranger; Robin Hood and the Scotchman.\nWe might add Robin Hood and Maid Marian. The episode of Little John and\nthe Cook, in the Gest, 165\u2013171, is after the same pattern. There is\nanother set in which a contest of a like description does not result in\nan accession to the outlaw-band. These are Robin Hood and the Potter;\nRobin Hood and the Butcher; Robin Hood and the Beggar, I; Robin Hood and\nthe Beggar, II (Robin Hood first beaten, then three of his men severely\nhandled); Robin Hood and the Shepherd (Robin Hood overmastered, Little\nJohn on the point of being beaten, etc.); The Bold Pedlar and Robin Hood\n(John outmatched first, then his master); Robin Hood\u2019s Delight (combat\nbetween Robin Hood, Little John, and Scadlock and three Keepers); Robin\nHood and the Pedlars (again three to three).\n\nThere are, as might be expected, frequent verbal agreements in\nthese ballads, and many of them are collected by Fricke, Die\nRobin-Hood-Balladen, pp 91\u201395.\n\nThe fights in these ballads last from an hour, Gest, st. 168, to a long\nsummer\u2019s day, in this ballad, st. 6. In Robin Hood and Maid Marian, st.\n11, the time is at least an hour, or more; in Robin Hood and the Tanner,\nst. 20, two hours and more; in Robin Hood and the Ranger, st. 12, three\nhours; in Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar, #B# 24, and Robin Hood and\nthe Shepherd, st. 11, from ten o\u2019clock till four; in Robin Hood\u2019s\nDelight, st. 11, from eight o\u2019clock till two, and past.\n\n\n A\n\n #a.# Wood, 402, leaf 43. #b.# Garland of 1663, No 4. #c.# Garland of\n 1670, No 3. #d.# Pepys, II, 100, No 87 a. #e.# Wood, 401, leaf 61 b.\n\n 1\n In Wakefield there lives a jolly pinder,\n In Wakefield, all on a green; (_bis_)\n\n 2\n \u2018There is neither knight nor squire,\u2019 said the pinder,\n \u2018Nor baron that is so bold, (_bis_)\n Dare make a trespasse to the town of Wakefield,\n But his pledge goes to the pinfold.\u2019 (_bis_)\n\n 3\n All this beheard three witty young men,\n \u2019Twas Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John;\n With that they spyed the jolly pinder,\n As he sate under a thorn.\n\n 4\n \u2018Now turn again, turn again,\u2019 said the pinder,\n \u2018For a wrong way have you gone;\n For you have forsaken the king his highway,\n And made a path over the corn.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018O that were great shame,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018We being three, and thou but one:\u2019\n The pinder leapt back then thirty good foot,\n \u2019Twas thirty good foot and one.\n\n 6\n He leaned his back fast unto a thorn,\n And his foot unto a stone,\n And there he fought a long summer\u2019s day,\n A summer\u2019s day so long,\n Till that their swords, on their broad bucklers,\n Were broken fast unto their hands.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 7\n \u2018Hold thy hand, hold thy hand,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018And my merry men euery one;\n For this is one of the best pinders\n That ever I try\u2019d with sword.\n\n 8\n \u2018And wilt thou forsake thy pinder his craft,\n And live in [the] green wood with me?\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . . .\n\n 9\n \u2018At Michaelmas next my covnant comes out,\n When every man gathers his fee;\n I\u2019le take my blew blade all in my hand,\n And plod to the green wood with thee.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Hast thou either meat or drink,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018For my merry men and me?\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . . .\n\n 11\n \u2018I have both bread and beef,\u2019 said the pinder,\n \u2018And good ale of the best;\u2019\n \u2018And that is meat good enough,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018For such unbidden guest.\n\n 12\n \u2018O wilt thou forsake the pinder his craft,\n And go to the green wood with me?\n Thou shalt have a livery twice in the year,\n The one green, the other brown [shall be].\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018If Michaelmas day were once come and gone\n And my master had paid me my fee,\n Then would I set as little by him\n As my master doth set by me.\u2019\n\n\n B\n\n Percy MS., p. 15; Hales and Furnivall, I, 32.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 1\n \u2018But hold y . . hold y . . .\u2019 says Robin,\n \u2018My merrymen, I bid yee,\n For this [is] one of the best pindars\n That euer I saw w_i_th mine eye.\n\n 2\n \u2018But hast thou any meat, thou iolly pindar,\n For my merrymen and me?\u2019\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . . .\n\n 3\n \u2018But I haue bread and cheese,\u2019 sayes the pindar,\n \u2018And ale all on the best:\u2019\n \u2018That\u2019s cheere good enoughe,\u2019 said Robin,\n \u2018For any such vnbidden guest.\n\n 4\n \u2018But wilt be my man?\u2019 said good Robin,\n \u2018And come and dwell w_i_th me?\n And twise in a yeere thy clothing [shall] be changed\n If my man thou wilt bee,\n The tone shall be of light Lincolne greene,\n The tother of Picklory.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018Att Michallmas comes a well good time,\n When men haue gotten in their ffee;\n I\u2019le sett as litle by my m_aster_\n As he now setts by me,\n I\u2019le take my benbowe in my hande,\n And come into the grenwoode to thee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n _The second and fourth lines were repeated in singing._\n\n#a.#\n\n The Iolly Pinder of Wakefield.\n\n Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. G[i]lber[t]son. (F. Coles,\n 1646\u20131674; T. Vere, 1648\u20131680; W. Gilbertson, 1640\u20131663.\n Chappell.)\n\n 1^1. their.\n\n 3^1. witty, _which all have, is a corruption of_ wight.\n\n 10^1. laid.\n\n 13^4. by my.\n\n#b#, #c#.\n\n Robin Hood and the jolly Pinder of Wakefield, shewing how he\n fought with Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John a long summer\u2019s day.\n To a Northern tune.\n\n#b.#\n\n 1^1. there dwels.\n\n 2^4. it goes.\n\n 4^1. saith.\n\n 5^1. a _for_ great: saith.\n\n 11^2. all.\n\n 11^3. that\u2019s.\n\n 12^1. thy _for_ the.\n\n#c.#\n\n 4^3. king\u2019s high.\n\n 6^2. fast unto.\n\n 6^4. And a.\n\n 6^5. that _wanting_.\n\n 9^1. covenants.\n\n 10^1. thou _wanting_.\n\n#d.#\n\n The Jolly Pinder of Wakefield with Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.\n\n Printed by and for Alex. Milbourn, in Green-Arbor Court, in the\n Little Old-Baily. (A. Milbourn, 1670\u20131697. Chappell.)\n\n 3^3. espy\u2019d.\n\n 3^4. sat.\n\n 4^2. you have.\n\n 4^3. the kings.\n\n 5^1. a _for_ great.\n\n 6^2. foot against.\n\n 6^3. they _for_ he.\n\n 6^6. broke.\n\n 8^1. pinders craft.\n\n 8^2. in the.\n\n 13^1. was come.\n\n 13^4. set _wanting_.\n\n#e.#\n\n The Jolly Pinder of Wakefield: with Robin Hood, Scarlet and John.\n\n _No printer\u2019s name._\n\n 3^3. espyed.\n\n 3^4. sat.\n\n 4^2. you have.\n\n 4^3. kings.\n\n 6^1. foot against.\n\n 6^6. broke.\n\n 8^1. pinders craft.\n\n 13^1. was come.\n\n 13^4. set _wanting_.\n\n Pepys Penny Merriments Garland: _according to Hales and\n Furnivall_.\n\n 6^4. And a.\n\n 6^5. that _wanting_.\n\n 10^1. thou _wanting_.\n\n 12^1. thy pinder.\n\n Gutch, Robin Hood, II, 144 f, _says that the Roxburghe copy has\n in_ 3^1 wight yeomen.\n\n _He prints_ 7^{2\u20134}:\n And my merry men stand aside;\n For this is one of the best pinders\n That with sword ever I tryed.\n\n 8^{3\u20134}.\n Thou shalt have a livery twice in the year,\n Th\u2019one greene, tither brown shall be.\n\n _These parts of stanzas_ 7, 8 _he gives as from a black-letter\n copy, which he does not describe_.\n\n#B.#\n\n _1^{1,2} make half a stanza in the MS., and 1^{3,4} are joined\n with 2^{1,2}. 4^{5,6} and 5^{1,2} make a stanza. It is not\n supposed that 4 and 5 were originally stanzas of six lines, but\n rather that, one half of each of two stanzas having been\n forgotten, the other has attached itself to a complete stanza\n which chanced to have the same rhyme. Stanzas of six lines,\n formed in this way, are common in traditional ballads._\n\n 3^4. guests.\n\n 4^3. 2[s :]. in.\n\n\n\n\n 125\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN\n\n #a.# A Collection of Old Ballads, 1723, I, 75. #b.# Aldermary Garland,\n by R. Marshall, n. d., No 22.\n\n\nRitson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 138; Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I,\n204. There is a bad copy in a Robin Hood\u2019s Garland of 1749.\n\n\u201cThis ballad,\u201d says Ritson, \u201cis named in a schedule of such things under\nan agreement between W. Thackeray and others in 1689, Col. Pepys, vol.\n5.\u201d It occurs in a list of ballads printed for and sold by William\nThackeray at the Angel in Duck-Lane (see The Ballad Society\u2019s reprint of\nthe Roxburghe Ballads, W. Chappell, I, xxiv, from a copy in the Bagford\ncollection), but by some caprice of fortune has not, so far as is known,\ncome down in the broadside form, neither is it found in the older\ngarlands.\n\nRobin Hood and Little John belongs to a set of ballads which have middle\nrhyme in the third line of the stanza, and are directed to be sung to\none and the same tune. These are: R. H. and the Bishop, R. H. and the\nBeggar, R. H. and the Tanner, to the tune of R. H. and the Stranger; R.\nH. and the Butcher, R. H.\u2019s Chase, Little John and the Four Beggars, to\nthe tune of R. H. and the Beggar; R. H. and Little John, R. H. and the\nRanger, to the tune of Arthur a Bland (that is, R. H. and the Tanner).\nThere is no ballad with the title Robin Hood and the Stranger. Ritson\nthought it proper to give this title to a ballad which uniformly bears\nthe title of Robin Hood Newly Revived, No 128, because Robin\u2019s\nantagonist is repeatedly called \u201cthe stranger\u201d in it. But Robin\u2019s\nantagonist is equally often called \u201cthe stranger\u201d in the present ballad\n(eleven times in each), and Robin Hood and Little John has the middle\nrhyme in the third line, which Robin Hood Newly Revived has not\n(excepting in seven stanzas at the end, which are a portion of a\ndifferent ballad, Robin Hood and the Scotchman). Robin Hood and Little\nJohn (and Robin Hood Newly Revived as well) would naturally be referred\nto as Robin Hood and the Stranger, for the same reason that Robin Hood\nand the Tanner is referred to as Arthur a Bland. The fact that the\nmiddle rhyme in the third line is found in Robin Hood and Little John,\nbut is lacking in Robin Hood Newly Revived, gives a slightly superior\nprobability to the supposition that the former, or rather some older\nversion of it (for the one we have is in a rank seventeenth-century\nstyle), had the secondary title of Robin Hood and the Stranger.[107]\n\nLike Robin Hood\u2019s Progress to Nottingham, this ballad affects, in the\nright apocryphal way, to know an adventure of Robin\u2019s early life. Though\nbut twenty years old, Robin has a company of threescore and nine bowmen.\nWith all these he shakes hands one morning, and goes through the forest\nalone, prudently enjoining on the band to come to his help if he should\nblow his horn. He meets a stranger on a narrow bridge, and neither will\ngive way. Robin threatens the stranger with an arrow, which, as he\nrequires to be reminded, is cowardly enough, seeing that the other man\nhas nothing but a staff. Recalled to ordinary manliness, Robin Hood,\nlaying down his bow, provides himself with an oaken stick, and proposes\na battle on the bridge, which he shall be held to win who knocks the\nother into the water in the end. In the end the stranger tumbles Robin\ninto the brook, and is owned to have won the day. The band are now\nsummoned by the horn, and when they hear what the stranger has done are\nabout to seize and duck him, but are ordered to forbear. Robin Hood\nproposes to his antagonist that he shall join his men, and John Little,\nas he declares his name to be, accedes. John Little is seven foot\ntall.[108] Will Stutely says his name must be changed, and they\nrebaptize the \u201cinfant\u201d as Little John.\n\n\u2018A pastorall plesant commedie of Robin Hood and Little John, etc.,\u2019 is\nentered to Edward White in the Stationers\u2019 Registers, May 14, 1594, and\n\u2018Robin Hood and Litle John\u2019 to Master Oulton, April 22, 1640. (Arber,\nII, 649, IV, 507.)\n\n\nTranslated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 65.\n\n\n 1\n When Robin Hood was about twenty years old,\n With a hey down down and a down\n He happend to meet Little John,\n A jolly brisk blade, right fit for the trade,\n For he was a lusty young man.\n\n 2\n Tho he was calld Little, his limbs they were large,\n And his stature was seven foot high;\n Where-ever he came, they quak\u2019d at his name,\n For soon he would make them to fly.\n\n 3\n How they came acquainted, I\u2019ll tell you in brief,\n If you will but listen a while;\n For this very jest, amongst all the rest,\n I think it may cause you to smile.\n\n 4\n Bold Robin Hood said to his jolly bowmen,\n Pray tarry you here in this grove;\n And see that you all observe well my call,\n While thorough the forest I rove.\n\n 5\n We have had no sport for these fourteen long days,\n Therefore now abroad will I go;\n Now should I be beat, and cannot retreat,\n My horn I will presently blow.\n\n 6\n Then did he shake hands with his merry men all,\n And bid them at present good b\u2019w\u2019ye;\n Then, as near a brook his journey he took,\n A stranger he chancd to espy.\n\n 7\n They happend to meet on a long narrow bridge,\n And neither of them would give way;\n Quoth bold Robin Hood, and sturdily stood,\n I\u2019ll show you right Nottingham play.\n\n 8\n With that from his quiver an arrow he drew,\n A broad arrow with a goose-wing:\n The stranger reply\u2019d, I\u2019ll liquor thy hide,\n If thou offerst to touch the string.\n\n 9\n Quoth bold Robin Hood, Thou dost prate like an ass,\n For were I to bend but my bow,\n I could send a dart quite thro thy proud heart,\n Before thou couldst strike me one blow.\n\n 10\n \u2018Thou talkst like a coward,\u2019 the stranger reply\u2019d;\n \u2018Well armd with a long bow you stand,\n To shoot at my breast, while I, I protest,\n Have nought but a staff in my hand.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018The name of a coward,\u2019 quoth Robin, \u2018I scorn,\n Wherefore my long bow I\u2019ll lay by;\n And now, for thy sake, a staff will I take,\n The truth of thy manhood to try.\u2019\n\n 12\n Then Robin Hood stept to a thicket of trees,\n And chose him a staff of ground-oak;\n Now this being done, away he did run\n To the stranger, and merrily spoke:\n\n 13\n Lo! see my staff, it is lusty and tough,\n Now here on the bridge we will play;\n Whoever falls in, the other shall win\n The battel, and so we\u2019ll away.\n\n 14\n \u2018With all my whole heart,\u2019 the stranger reply\u2019d;\n \u2018I scorn in the least to give out;\u2019\n This said, they fell to \u2018t without more dispute,\n And their staffs they did flourish about.\n\n 15\n And first Robin he gave the stranger a bang,\n So hard that it made his bones ring:\n The stranger he said, This must be repaid,\n I\u2019ll give you as good as you bring.\n\n 16\n So long as I\u2019m able to handle my staff,\n To die in your debt, friend, I scorn:\n Then to it each goes, and followd their blows,\n As if they had been threshing of corn.\n\n 17\n The stranger gave Robin a crack on the crown,\n Which caused the blood to appear;\n Then Robin, enrag\u2019d, more fiercely engag\u2019d,\n And followd his blows more severe.\n\n 18\n So thick and so fast did he lay it on him,\n With a passionate fury and ire,\n At every stroke, he made him to smoke,\n As if he had been all on fire.\n\n 19\n O then into fury the stranger he grew,\n And gave him a damnable look,\n And with it a blow that laid him full low,\n And tumbld him into the brook.\n\n 20\n \u2018I prithee, good fellow, O where art thou now?\u2019\n The stranger, in laughter, he cry\u2019d;\n Quoth bold Robin Hood, Good faith, in the flood,\n And floating along with the tide.\n\n 21\n I needs must acknowledge thou art a brave soul;\n With thee I\u2019ll no longer contend;\n For needs must I say, thou hast got the day,\n Our battel shall be at an end.\n\n 22\n Then unto the bank he did presently wade,\n And pulld himself out by a thorn;\n Which done, at the last, he blowd a loud blast\n Straitway on his fine bugle-horn.\n\n 23\n The eccho of which through the vallies did fly,\n At which his stout bowmen appeard,\n All cloathed in green, most gay to be seen;\n So up to their master they steerd.\n\n 24\n \u2018O what\u2019s the matter?\u2019 quoth William Stutely;\n \u2018Good master, you are wet to the skin:\u2019\n \u2018No matter,\u2019 quoth he; \u2018the lad which you see,\n In fighting, hath tumbld me in.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018He shall not go scot-free,\u2019 the others reply\u2019d;\n So strait they were seizing him there,\n To duck him likewise; but Robin Hood cries,\n He is a stout fellow, forbear.\n\n 26\n There\u2019s no one shall wrong thee, friend, be not afraid;\n These bowmen upon me do wait;\n There\u2019s threescore and nine; if thou wilt be mine,\n Thou shalt have my livery strait.\n\n 27\n And other accoutrements fit for a man;\n Speak up, jolly blade, never fear;\n I\u2019ll teach you also the use of the bow,\n To shoot at the fat fallow-deer.\n\n 28\n \u2018O here is my hand,\u2019 the stranger reply\u2019d,\n \u2018I\u2019ll serve you with all my whole heart;\n My name is John Little, a man of good mettle;\n Nere doubt me, for I\u2019ll play my part.\u2019\n\n 29\n His name shall be alterd,\u2019 quoth William Stutely,\n \u2018And I will his godfather be;\n Prepare then a feast, and none of the least,\n For we will be merry,\u2019 quoth he.\n\n 30\n They presently fetchd in a brace of fat does,\n With humming strong liquor likewise;\n They lovd what was good; so, in the greenwood,\n This pretty sweet babe they baptize.\n\n 31\n He was, I must tell you, but seven foot high,\n And, may be, an ell in the waste;\n A pretty sweet lad; much feasting they had;\n Bold Robin the christning grac\u2019d.\n\n 32\n With all his bowmen, which stood in a ring,\n And were of the Notti[n]gham breed;\n Brave Stutely comes then, with seven yeomen,\n And did in this manner proceed.\n\n 33\n \u2018This infant was called John Little,\u2019 quoth he,\n \u2018Which name shall be changed anon;\n The words we\u2019ll transpose, so where-ever he goes,\n His name shall be calld Little John.\u2019\n\n 34\n They all with a shout made the elements ring,\n So soon as the office was ore;\n To feasting they went, with true merriment,\n And tippld strong liquor gillore.\n\n 35\n Then Robin he took the pretty sweet babe,\n And cloathd him from top to the toe\n In garments of green, most gay to be seen,\n And gave him a curious long bow.\n\n 36\n \u2018Thou shalt be an archer as well as the best,\n And range in the greenwood with us;\n Where we\u2019ll not want gold nor silver, behold,\n While bishops have ought in their purse.\n\n 37\n \u2018We live here like squires, or lords of renown,\n Without ere a foot of free land;\n We feast on good cheer, with wine, ale, and beer,\n And evry thing at our command.\u2019\n\n 38\n Then musick and dancing did finish the day;\n At length, when the sun waxed low,\n Then all the whole train the grove did refrain,\n And unto their caves they did go.\n\n 39\n And so ever after, as long as he livd,\n Altho he was proper and tall,\n Yet nevertheless, the truth to express,\n Still Little John they did him call.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n _Title._ Robin Hood and Little John. Being an account of their\n first meeting, their fierce encounter, and conquest. To which is\n added, their friendly agreement, and how he came to be calld\n Little John.\n\n To the tune of Arthur a Bland.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#.\n\n 2^2. statue.\n\n 3^2. you would.\n\n 3^3. among.\n\n 3^4. it _wanting_.\n\n 4^3. his _for_ my, _wrongly_.\n\n 5^1. for _wanting_.\n\n 5^3. be _wanting_.\n\n 8^4. offer.\n\n 9^2. where I do bend.\n\n 11^2. Therefore.\n\n 11^3. I will.\n\n 13^1. it _wanting_.\n\n 13^2. on this.\n\n 15^1. And first: he _wanting_.\n\n 15^2. he _for_ it.\n\n 16^1. a _for_ my.\n\n 16^3. both goes, and follow.\n\n 18^1. he did.\n\n 19^1. in a fury.\n\n 19^3. which _for_ that.\n\n 20^1. O _wanting_.\n\n 22^3. blew.\n\n 23^1. did ring.\n\n 23^4. their matter.\n\n 24^3. that _for_ which.\n\n 27^1. fitting also.\n\n 30^1. him _for_ in.\n\n 30^4. baptiz\u2019d.\n\n 31^1. feet.\n\n 31^3. He was a sweet.\n\n 32^3. came.\n\n 34^4. liquors.\n\n 35^2. the _wanting_.\n\n 39^1. they _for_ he.\n\n 39^2. he be.\n\n\n\n\n 126\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE TANNER\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 9 b.\n\n #b.# Garland of 1663, No 10.\n\n #c.# Garland of 1670, No 9.\n\n #d.# Pepys, II, 111, No 98.\n\n\nPrinted in Old Ballads, 1723, I, 83.\n\n#a# was printed by Ritson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 30. Evans has an\nindifferent copy, probably edited, in his Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I,\n112.\n\nArthur a Bland, a Nottingham tanner, goes of a summer\u2019s morning into\nSherwood forest to see the red deer. Robin Hood pretends to be a keeper\nand to see cause for staying the Tanner. The Tanner says it will take\nmore than one such to make him stand. They have a two hours\u2019 fight with\nstaves, when Robin cries Hold! The Tanner henceforth shall be free of\nthe forest, and if he will come and live there with Robin Hood shall\nhave both gold and fee. Arthur a Bland gives his hand never to part from\nRobin, and asks for Little John, whom he declares to be his kinsman.\nRobin Hood blows his horn. Little John comes at the call, and, learning\nwhat has been going on, would like to try a bout with the Tanner, but\nafter a little explanation throws himself upon his kinsman\u2019s neck. The\nthree take hands for a dance round the oak-tree.\n\nThe sturdy Arthur a Bland is well hit off, and, bating the sixteenth and\nthirty-fifth stanzas, the ballad has a good popular ring. There is\ncorruption at 8^3, 12^3, and perhaps 13^3.\n\nLittle John offers to fight with the Tinker in No 127, and again with\nthe Stranger in No 128, as here with the Tanner, and is forbidden, as\nhere, by his master. In R. H. and the Shepherd, No 135, he undertakes\nthe Shepherd after Robin has owned himself conquered, and the fight is\nstopped after John has received some sturdy blows. In the Bold Pedlar\nand Robin Hood, No 132, John begins and Robin follows, and each in turn\ncries, Pedlar, pray hold your hand. In R. H. and the Potter, No 121,\nJohn is ready to bet on the Potter, because he has already had strokes\nfrom him which he has reason to remember.\n\nAs the Tanner is John\u2019s cousin, so, in Robin Hood Revived, No 128, the\nStranger turns out to be Robin Hood\u2019s nephew, Young Gamwell,\nthenceforward called Scathlock; and in No 132 the Bold Pedlar proves to\nbe Gamble Gold, Robin\u2019s cousin.\n\n\nTranslated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 117.\n\n\n 1\n In Nottingham there lives a jolly tanner,\n With a hey down down a down down\n His name is Arthur a Bland;\n There is nere a squire in Nottinghamshire\n Dare bid bold Arthur stand.\n\n 2\n With a long pike-staff upon his shoulder,\n So well he can clear his way;\n By two and by three he makes them to flee,\n For he hath no list to stay.\n\n 3\n And as he went forth, in a summer\u2019s morning,\n Into the forrest of merry Sherwood,\n To view the red deer, that range here and there,\n There met he with bold Robin Hood.\n\n 4\n As soon as bold Robin Hood did him espy,\n He thought some sport he would make;\n Therefore out of hand he bid him to stand,\n And thus to him he spake:\n\n 5\n Why, what art thou, thou bold fellow,\n That ranges so boldly here?\n In sooth, to be brief, thou lookst like a thief,\n That comes to steal our king\u2019s deer.\n\n 6\n For I am a keeper in this forrest;\n The king puts me in trust\n To look to his deer, that range here and there,\n Therefore stay thee I must.\n\n 7\n \u2018If thou beest a keeper in this forrest,\n And hast such a great command,\n Yet thou must have more partakers in store,\n Before thou make me to stand.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Nay, I have no more partakers in store,\n Or any that I do need;\n But I have a staff of another oke graff,\n I know it will do the deed.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018For thy sword and thy bow I care not a straw,\n Nor all thine arrows to boot;\n If I get a knop upon thy bare scop,\n Thou canst as well shite as shoote.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Speak cleanly, good fellow,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018And give better terms to me;\n Else I\u2019le thee correct for thy neglect,\n And make thee more mannerly.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Marry gep with a wenion!\u2019 quoth Arthur a Bland,\n \u2018Art thou such a goodly man?\n I care not a fig for thy looking so big;\n Mend thou thyself where thou can.\u2019\n\n 12\n Then Robin Hood he unbuckled his belt,\n He laid down his bow so long;\n He took up a staff of another oke graff,\n That was both stiff and strong.\n\n 13\n \u2018I\u2019le yield to thy weapon,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Since thou wilt not yield to mine;\n For I have a staff of another oke graff,\n Not half a foot longer then thine.\n\n 14\n \u2018But let me measure,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Before we begin our fray;\n For I\u2019le not have mine to be longer then thine,\n For that will be called foul play.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018I pass not for length,\u2019 bold Arthur reply\u2019d,\n \u2018My staff is of oke so free;\n Eight foot and a half, it will knock down a calf,\n And I hope it will knock down thee.\u2019\n\n 16\n Then Robin Hood could no longer forbear;\n He gave him such a knock,\n Quickly and soon the blood came down,\n Before it was ten a clock.\n\n 17\n Then Arthur he soon recovered himself,\n And gave him such a knock on the crown,\n That on every hair of bold Robin Hoods head,\n The blood came trickling down.\n\n 18\n Then Robin Hood raged like a wild bore,\n As soon as he saw his own blood;\n Then Bland was in hast, he laid on so fast,\n As though he had been staking of wood.\n\n 19\n And about, and about, and about they went,\n Like two wild bores in a chase;\n Striving to aim each other to maim,\n Leg, arm, or any other place.\n\n 20\n And knock for knock they lustily dealt,\n Which held for two hours and more;\n That all the wood rang at every bang,\n They ply\u2019d their work so sore.\n\n 21\n \u2018Hold thy hand, hold thy hand,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018And let our quarrel fall;\n For here we may thresh our bones into mesh,\n And get no coyn at all.\n\n 22\n \u2018And in the forrest of merry Sherwood\n Hereafter thou shalt be free:\u2019\n \u2018God-a-mercy for naught, my freedom I bought,\n I may thank my good staff, and not thee.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018What tradesman art thou?\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Good fellow, I prethee me show:\n And also me tell in what place thou dost dwel,\n For both these fain would I know.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018I am a tanner,\u2019 bold Arthur reply\u2019d,\n \u2018In Nottingham long have I wrought;\n And if thou\u2019lt come there, I vow and do swear\n I will tan thy hide for naught.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018God a mercy, good fellow,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Since thou art so kind to me;\n And if thou wilt tan my hide for naught,\n I will do as much for thee.\n\n 26\n \u2018But if thou\u2019lt forsake thy tanners trade,\n And live in green wood with me,\n My name\u2019s Robin Hood, I swear by the rood\n I will give thee both gold and fee.\u2019\n\n 27\n \u2018If thou be Robin Hood,\u2019 bold Arthur reply\u2019d,\n \u2018As I think well thou art,\n Then here\u2019s my hand, my name\u2019s Arthur a Bland,\n We two will never depart.\n\n 28\n \u2018But tell me, O tell me, where is Little John?\n Of him fain would I hear;\n For we are alide by the mothers side,\n And he is my kinsman near.\u2019\n\n 29\n Then Robin Hood blew on the beaugle horn,\n He blew full lowd and shrill,\n But quickly anon appeard Little John,\n Come tripping down a green hill.\n\n 30\n \u2018O what is the matter?\u2019 then said Little John,\n \u2018Master, I pray you tell;\n Why do you stand with your staff in your hand?\n I fear all is not well.\u2019\n\n 31\n \u2018O man, I do stand, and he makes me to stand,\n The tanner that stands thee beside;\n He is a bonny blade, and master of his trade,\n For soundly he hath tand my hide.\u2019\n\n 32\n \u2018He is to be commended,\u2019 then said Little John,\n \u2018If such a feat he can do;\n If he be so stout, we will have a bout,\n And he shall tan my hide too.\u2019\n\n 33\n \u2018Hold thy hand, hold thy hand,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018For as I do understand,\n He\u2019s a yeoman good, and of thine own blood,\n For his name is Arthur a Bland.\u2019\n\n 34\n Then Little John threw his staff away,\n As far as he could it fling,\n And ran out of hand to Arthur a Bland,\n And about his neck did cling.\n\n 35\n With loving respect, there was no neglect,\n They were neither nice nor coy,\n Each other did face, with a lovely grace,\n And both did weep for joy.\n\n 36\n Then Robin Hood took them both by the hand,\n And danc\u2019d round about the oke tree;\n \u2018For three merry men, and three merry men,\n And three merry men we be.\n\n 37\n \u2018And ever hereafter, as long as I live,\n We three will be all one;\n The wood shall ring, and the old wife sing,\n Of Robin Hood, Arthur, and John.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Robin Hood and the Tanner, or, Robin Hood met with his match: A\n merry and pleasant song relating the gallant and fierce combate\n fought between Arthur Bland, a Tanner of Nottingham, and Robin\n Hood, the greatest and most noblest archer of England. The tune\n is, Robin and the Stranger.\n\n Printed for W. Gilbertson. (1640\u201363: _Chappell_.)\n\n 3^2. merry Forrest of.\n\n 7^2. hath.\n\n 7^3. But.\n\n 9^3. the bare.\n\n 11^1. qd..\n\n 13^3. straff.\n\n 14^4. _Wanting in my copy, probably by accidental omission:\n supplied from_ #b#.\n\n 17^3. That from every side: Old Ballads, 1713, _to restore the\n middle rhyme_.\n\n 21^2. let your Quiver: _cf._ #b#, #c#, #d#.\n\n 21^3. thrash: to: _cf._ #b#.\n\n 22^4. good _wanting_.\n\n 26^3. the wood: _cf._ #d#.\n\n 35^2. noice.\n\n 36^1. took him by: _cf._ #d#.\n\n 37^4. Kobin.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title as in #a#.By the same printer as #a#. Burden sometimes_\n With hey, _etc._\n\n 1^1. lives there.\n\n 1^2, 11^1, 27^3. Arthur Bland.\n\n 3^2. merry Forrest of.\n\n 6^2. he puts.\n\n 7^2. hath.\n\n 7^3. Yet.\n\n 7^4. Before that.\n\n 8^3, 12^3, 13^3. graft.\n\n 9^3. thy bare.\n\n 11^1. quoth.\n\n 13^1. I yield.\n\n 13^4. than.\n\n 14^3. to _wanting_.\n\n 14^4. For that will be called foul play.\n\n 17^2. He gave.\n\n 17^3. Hoods _wanting_.\n\n 21^2. let our quarrel.\n\n 21^3. thresh: into.\n\n 22^4. my good.\n\n 23^2. pray thee.\n\n 24^3. thou come.\n\n 25^2. kinde and free.\n\n 26^3. the wood.\n\n 28^1. where\u2019s.\n\n 29^2. both _for_ full.\n\n 30^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 33^3. thy.\n\n 34^4. he did.\n\n 36^1. took him by.\n\n 36^2. round _wanting_.\n\n 37^1. so long.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a.# _Burden after_ 2^1, With hey, _etc._\n\n 1^2, 11^1, 27^3. Arthur Bland.\n\n 2^4. not.\n\n 3^2. merry Forrest of.\n\n 4^3. them to.\n\n 7^2. hath.\n\n 7^3. Yet you.\n\n 7^4. Before that.\n\n 8^3, 12^3, 13^3. graft.\n\n 9^3. thy bare.\n\n 11^1. qd..\n\n 13^1. I yield.\n\n 14^3. to _wanting_.\n\n 14^4. For that will be called foul play.\n\n 16^3. blood ran.\n\n 17^2. He gave.\n\n 17^3. hair on Robins.\n\n 17^4. blood ran.\n\n 18^4. been cleaving wood.\n\n 20^1. deal.\n\n 20^4. so fast.\n\n 21^2. let our quarrel.\n\n 21^3. thresh: into.\n\n 22^4. my good.\n\n 24^3. thou come.\n\n 25^2. kind and free.\n\n 26^1. thou wilt.\n\n 26^3. the wood.\n\n 28^3. mother.\n\n 29^1. he blew.\n\n 29^2. both _for_ full.\n\n 29^3. and anon.\n\n 30^3. your _wanting_.\n\n 31^2. me _for_ thee.\n\n 33^1. Hood _wanting_.\n\n 33^3. thy blood.\n\n 34^4. he did.\n\n 35^4. they both.\n\n 36^1. took him by.\n\n 36^2. round _wanting_.\n\n 37^1. And we: so long as we.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#, _except_: the greatest archer in London.\n Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T.\n Passenger. (1670\u20131682?) _Burden sometimes_, With hey, _etc._\n\n 1^4. to stand.\n\n 3^1. on a.\n\n 3^2. forrest of merry.\n\n 4^1. Robin he did him.\n\n 4^4. he did spake.\n\n 5^4. the kings.\n\n 6^1. If thou beest a, _caught from_ 7^1.\n\n 7^2. hast.\n\n 7^3. Then thou.\n\n 7^4. makst.\n\n 8^2. Nor any: do not.\n\n 9^2. thy.\n\n 9^3. thou get a knock upon thy.\n\n 11^1. gip: wernion qd.\n\n 11^4. if thou.\n\n 12^2. And threw it upon the ground.\n\n 12^3. Says, I have a.\n\n 12^4. That is both strong and sound.\n\n 13^1. But let me measure, said.\n\n 14^3. I\u2019le have mine no longer.\n\n 14^4. For that will be counted foul play.\n\n 16^1. Hood _wanting_.\n\n 17^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 17^3. from every hair of.\n\n 18^1. raved _for_ raged.\n\n 18^3. he was.\n\n 18^4. stacking.\n\n 19^4. other _wanting_.\n\n 20^2. for _wanting_.\n\n 21^2. let our quarrel.\n\n 21^3. thrash our bones to.\n\n 22^3. I\u2019ve.\n\n 22^4. my good.\n\n 24^3. thou come.\n\n 26^1. thou wilt.\n\n 26^2. in the.\n\n 26^3. name is: rood.\n\n 29^1. on his.\n\n 29^2. both _for_ full.\n\n 29^4. tripping over the hill.\n\n 30^2. you me.\n\n 30^3. the staff.\n\n 31^3. and a.\n\n 32^3. about.\n\n 33^3. thy.\n\n 35^2. They was.\n\n 37^1. we live.\n\n 37^2. all as (_printed_ sa).\n\n\n\n\n 127\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE TINKER\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 17 b.\n\n #b.# Pepys, II, 107, No 94.\n\n #c.# Douce, III, 118 b.\n\n\nIn the Roxburghe collection, III, 22. Not in the Garland of 1663 or that\nof 1670.\n\n#a# is printed in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 38; in Gutch\u2019s Robin\nHood, II, 264, \u201ccompared with\u201d the Roxburghe copy. The ballad was\nprinted by Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 118.\n\nThe fewest words will best befit this contemptible imitation of\nimitations. Robin Hood meets a Tinker, and they exchange scurrilities.\nThe Tinker has a warrant from the king to arrest Robin, but will not\nshow it when asked. Robin Hood suggests that it will be best to go to\nNottingham, and there the two take one inn and drink together till the\nTinker falls asleep; when Robin makes off, and leaves the Tinker to pay\nthe shot. The host informs the Tinker that it was Robin Hood that he was\ndrinking with, and recommends him to seek his man in the parks. The\nTinker finds Robin, and they fall to it, crab-tree staff against sword.\nRobin yields, and begs a boon; the Tinker will grant none. A blast of\nthe horn brings Little John and Scadlock. Little John would fain see\nwhether the Tinker can do for him what he has done for his master, but\nRobin proclaims a peace, and offers the Tinker terms which induce him to\njoin the outlaws.\n\nIt is not necessary to suppose the warrant to arrest Robin a souvenir of\n\u2018Guy of Gisborne\u2019; though that noble ballad is in a 17th century MS., it\ndoes not appear to have been known to the writers of broadsides.\n\n\n 1\n In summer time, when leaves grow green,\n Down a down a down\n And birds sing on every tree,\n Hey down a down a down\n\n Robin Hood went to Nottingham,\n Down a down a down\n As fast as hee could dree.\n Hey down a down a down\n\n 2\n And as hee came to Nottingham\n A Tinker he did meet,\n And seeing him a lusty blade,\n He did him kindly greet.\n\n 3\n \u2018Where dost thou live?\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018I pray thee now mee tell;\n Sad news I hear there is abroad,\n I fear all is not well.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018What is that news?\u2019 the Tinker said;\n \u2018Tell mee without delay;\n I am a tinker by my trade,\n And do live at Banbura.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018As for the news,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018It is but as I hear;\n Two tinkers they were set ith\u2019 stocks,\n For drinking ale and bear.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018If that be all,\u2019 the Tinker said,\n \u2018As I may say to you,\n Your news it is not worth a fart,\n Since that they all bee true.\n\n 7\n \u2018For drinking of good ale and bear,\n You wil not lose your part:\u2019\n \u2018No, by my faith,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018I love it with all my heart.\n\n 8\n \u2018What news abroad?\u2019 quoth Robin Hood;\n \u2018Tell mee what thou dost hear;\n Being thou goest from town to town,\n Some news thou need not fear.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018All the news,\u2019 the Tinker said,\n \u2018I hear, it is for good;\n It is to seek a bold outlaw,\n Which they call Robin Hood.\n\n 10\n \u2018I have a warrant from the king,\n To take him where I can;\n If you can tell me where hee is,\n I will make you a man.\n\n 11\n \u2018The king will give a hundred pound\n That hee could but him see;\n And if wee can but now him get,\n It will serve you and mee.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Let me see that warrant,\u2019 said Robin Hood;\n \u2018I\u2019le see if it bee right;\n And I will do the best I can\n For to take him this night.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018That will I not,\u2019 the Tinker said;\n \u2018None with it I will trust;\n And where hee is if you\u2019l not tell,\n Take him by force I must.\u2019\n\n 14\n But Robin Hood perceiving well\n How then the game would go,\n \u2018If you will go to Nottingham,\n Wee shall find him I know.\u2019\n\n 15\n The Tinker had a crab-tree staff,\n Which was both good and strong;\n Robin hee had a good strong blade,\n So they went both along.\n\n 16\n And when they came to Nottingham,\n There they both tooke one inn;\n And they calld for ale and wine,\n To drink it was no sin.\n\n 17\n But ale and wine they drank so fast\n That the Tinker hee forgot\n What thing he was about to do;\n It fell so to his lot\n\n 18\n That while the Tinker fell asleep,\n Hee made then haste away,\n And left the Tinker in the lurch,\n For the great shot to pay.\n\n 19\n But when the Tinker wakened,\n And saw that he was gone,\n He calld then even for his host,\n And thus hee made his moan.\n\n 20\n \u2018I had a warrant from the king,\n Which might have done me good,\n That is to take a bold outlaw,\n Some call him Robin Hood.\n\n 21\n \u2018But now my warrant and mony\u2019s gone,\n Nothing I have to pay;\n And he that promisd to be my friend,\n He is gone and fled away.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018That friend you tell on,\u2019 said the host,\n \u2018They call him Robin Hood;\n And when that first hee met with you,\n He ment you little good.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Had I known it had been hee,\n When that I had him here,\n Th\u2019 one of us should have tri\u2019d our strength\n Which should have paid full dear.\n\n 24\n \u2018In the mean time I must away;\n No longer here I\u2019le bide;\n But I will go and seek him out,\n What ever do me betide.\n\n 25\n \u2018But one thing I would gladly know,\n What here I have to pay;\u2019\n \u2018Ten shillings just,\u2019 then said the host;\n \u2018I\u2019le pay without delay.\n\n 26\n \u2018Or elce take here my working-bag,\n And my good hammer too;\n And if that I light but on the knave,\n I will then soon pay you.\u2019\n\n 27\n \u2018The onely way,\u2019 then said the host,\n \u2018And not to stand in fear,\n Is to seek him among the parks,\n Killing of the kings deer.\u2019\n\n 28\n The Tinker hee then went with speed,\n And made then no delay,\n Till he had found then Robin Hood,\n That they might have a fray.\n\n 29\n At last hee spy\u2019d him in a park,\n Hunting then of the deer;\n \u2018What knave is that,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018That doth come mee so near?\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018No knave, no knave,\u2019 the Tinker said,\n \u2018And that you soon shall know;\n Whether of us hath done most wrong,\n My crab-tree staff shall show.\u2019\n\n 31\n Then Robin drew his gallant blade,\n Made then of trusty steel;\n But the Tinker laid on him so fast\n That he made Robin reel.\n\n 32\n Then Robins anger did arise;\n He fought full manfully,\n Vntil hee had made the Tinker\n Almost then fit to fly.\n\n 33\n With that they had a bout again,\n They ply\u2019d their weapons fast;\n The Tinker threshed his bones so sore\n He made him yeeld at last.\n\n 34\n \u2018A boon, a boon,\u2019 Robin hee cryes,\n \u2018If thou wilt grant it mee;\u2019\n \u2018Before I do it,\u2019 the Tinker said,\n \u2018I\u2019le hang thee on this tree.\u2019\n\n 35\n But the Tinker looking him about,\n Robin his horn did blow;\n Then came unto him Little John,\n And William Scadlock too.\n\n 36\n \u2018What is the matter,\u2019 quoth Little John,\n \u2018You sit in th\u2019 highway side?\u2019\n \u2018Here is a Tinker that stands by,\n That hath paid well my hide.\u2019\n\n 37\n \u2018That Tinker,\u2019 then said Little John,\n \u2018Fain that blade I would see,\n And I would try what I could do,\n If hee\u2019l do as much for mee.\u2019\n\n 38\n But Robin hee then wishd them both\n They should the quarrel cease,\n \u2018That henceforth wee may bee as one,\n And ever live in peace.\n\n 39\n \u2018And for the jovial Tinker\u2019s part,\n A hundred pound I\u2019le give,\n In th\u2019 year to maintain him on,\n As long as he doth live.\n\n 40\n \u2018In manhood hee is a mettle man,\n And a mettle man by trade;\n I never thought that any man\n Should have made me so fraid.\n\n 41\n \u2018And if hee will bee one of us,\n Wee will take all one fare,\n And whatsoever wee do get,\n He shall have his full share.\u2019\n\n 42\n So the Tinker was content\n With them to go along,\n And with them a part to take,\n And so I end my song.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n A new song, to drive away cold winter,\n Between Robin Hood and the Jovial Tinker;\n How Robin by a wile\n The Tinker he did cheat,\n But at the length, as you shall hear,\n The Tinker did him beat;\n Whereby the same they then did so agree\n They after livd in love and unity.\n\n To the tune of In Summer Time.\n\n London, Printed for F. Grove, dwelling on Snowhill. (1620\u201355.)\n\n 1^3. Nottingam.\n\n 8^2. here.\n\n 10^1. warrand.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title as in #a#: except that_ he _is wanting in the fourth line,\n and_ so _in the last line but one_.\n\n Printed for I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. (1670\u201386?)\n\n 3^1. qd.\n\n 4^4. Banburay.\n\n 6^3. it _wanting_.\n\n 11^1. king would: an.\n\n 14^3. you would.\n\n 16^2. they took up their.\n\n 22^1. speak _for_ tell.\n\n 24^1. was _for_ will.\n\n 24^4. me _wanting_.\n\n 25^3. Ten shillings just I have to pay.\n\n 26^3. if I: on that.\n\n 28^3. then found.\n\n 31^3. Tinker he laid on so fast.\n\n 32^2. right _for_ full.\n\n 33^1. laid about.\n\n 33^4. That he.\n\n 35^4. Will.\n\n 39^2. pounds: I _for_ Ile.\n\n 40^1. mettled.\n\n 40^4. afraid.\n\n 41^1. with us.\n\n#c.#\n\n Robin Hood and the Jolly Tinker: Shewing how they fiercely\n encountered, and after the victorious conquest lovingly agreed.\n Tune of In Summer Time.\n\n London, Printed by J. Hodges, at the Looking Glass, on London\n Bridge. _Not in black letter._\n\n 3^1. doth.\n\n 4^1. the news.\n\n 4^4. Bullbury.\n\n 5^3. they are.\n\n 6^3. it _wanting_.\n\n 8^4. needs.\n\n 11^1. would give an.\n\n 11^4. thee _for_ you.\n\n 15^1. A crab-tree staff the Tinker had.\n\n 16^2. they took up at their inn.\n\n 18^2. Robin made haste away.\n\n 19^1. did awake.\n\n 19^3. even _wanting_.\n\n 20^3. to seek.\n\n 21^1. the _for_ my.\n\n 21^4. He _wanting_.\n\n 22^1. speak _for_ tell.\n\n 23^1. I but.\n\n 23^3. might _for_ strength.\n\n 24^1. I will.\n\n 24^4. should betide.\n\n 25^1. But _wanting_.\n\n 25^3. just I have to pay.\n\n 26^1. bags.\n\n 26^3. that _wanting_.\n\n 27^3. amongst.\n\n 29^1. in the.\n\n 31^2. Made of a.\n\n 31^3. he laid: him _wanting_.\n\n 32^3. that he.\n\n 32^4. Then almost.\n\n 33^1. they laid about.\n\n 33^3. full _for_ so.\n\n 33^4. That he.\n\n 34^2. grant to.\n\n 35^4. also _for_ too.\n\n 36^3. There.\n\n 37^2. would I.\n\n 37^3. And would.\n\n 38^2. They would.\n\n 39^3. In a.\n\n 40^1. mettle.\n\n 40^4. afraid.\n\n\n\n\n 128\n\n ROBIN HOOD NEWLY REVIVED\n\n \u2018Robin Hood Newly Reviv\u2019d.\u2019 #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 27 b. #b.# Roxburghe,\n III, 18, in the Ballad Society\u2019s reprint, II, 426. #c.# Garland of\n 1663, No 3. #d.# Garland of 1670, No 2. #e.# Pepys, II, 101, No 88.\n\n\nAlso Douce, III, 120 b, London, by L. How, and Roxburghe, III, 408: both\nof these are of the eighteenth century.\n\n#a# is printed, with not a few changes, in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795,\nII, 66. Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 143, agrees nearly with the\nAldermary garland.\n\nRobin Hood, walking the forest, meets a gaily-dressed young fellow, who\npresently brings down a deer at forty yards with his bow. Robin commends\nthe shot, and offers the youngster a place as one of his yeomen. The\noffer is rudely received; each bends his bow at the other. Robin\nsuggests that one of them may be slain, if they shoot: swords and\nbucklers would be better. Robin strikes the first blow, and is so\nstoutly answered that he is fain to know who the young man is. His name\nis Gamwell, and, having killed his father\u2019s steward, he has fled to the\nforest to join his uncle, Robin Hood. The kinsmen embrace, and walk on\ntill they meet Little John. Robin Hood tells John that the stranger has\nbeaten him. Little John would like a bout, to see if the stranger can\nbeat him. This Robin forbids, for this stranger is his own sister\u2019s son;\nhe shall be next in rank to Little John among his yeomen, and be called\nScarlet.\n\nThe story seems to have been built up on a portion of the ruins, so to\nspeak, of the fine tale of Gamelyn. There the king of the outlaws,\nsitting at meat with his seven score young men, sees Gamelyn wandering\nin the wood with Adam, and tells some of his young men to fetch them in.\nSeven start up to execute the order, and when they come to Gamelyn and\nhis comrade bid the twain hand over their bows and arrows. Gamelyn\nreplies, Not though ye fetch five men, and so be twelve; but no violence\nbeing attempted, the pair go to the king, who asks them what they seek\nin the woods. Gamelyn answers, No harm; but to shoot a deer, if we meet\none, like hungry men. The king gives them to eat and drink of the best,\nand, upon learning that the spokesman is Gamelyn, makes him master,\nunder himself, over all the outlaws. Little John having long had the\nplace of first man under Robin, the best that the ballad-maker could do\nfor Gamwell was to make him chief yeoman after John.[109] (The Tale of\nGamelyn, ed. Skeat, vv 625\u2013686. The resemblance of the ballad is\nremarked upon at p. x.)\n\nRitson gives this ballad the title of Robin Hood and the Stranger,\nremarking: The title now given to this ballad is that which it seems to\nhave originally borne; having been foolishly altered to Robin Hood newly\nRevived. R. H. and the Bishop, R. H. and the Beggar, R. H. and the\nTanner, are directed to be sung to the tune of Robin Hood and the\nStranger, but no ballad bears such a title in any garland or\nbroadside.[110] The ballad referred to as Robin Hood and the Stranger\nmay possibly have been this, but, for reasons given at p. 133, Robin\nHood and Little John is, as I think, more likely to be the one meant.\n\nRobin Hood and the Stranger was one name for the most popular of Robin\nHood tunes, and this particular tune was sometimes called \u2018Robin Hood\u2019\nabsolutely (see the note at the end of the next ballad). If the ballad\ndenoted by Robin Hood and the Stranger was also sometimes known as\n\u2018Robin Hood\u2019 simply, and especially if this ballad was Robin Hood and\nLittle John, an explanation presents itself of the title \u2018Robin Hood\nnewly Revived.\u2019 What is revived is the favorite topic of the process by\nwhich Robin Hood enlarged and strengthened his company. The earlier\nballad had shown how Little John came to join the band; the second\nundertakes to tell us how Scarlet was enlisted, the next most important\nman after John.\n\nThe second part, referred to in the last stanza, was separated, Mr\nChappell thought, when the present ballad was \u201cnewly revived,\u201d because\nthe whole was found too long for a penny (one would say that both parts\ntogether were \u201cdear enough a leek\u201d), and seven stanzas (incoherent in\nthemselves and not cohering with what lies before us) added to fill up\nthe sheet. These stanzas will be given under No 130, as Robin Hood and\nthe Scotchman; and the \u201csecond part,\u201d \u2018R. H. and the Prince of Aragon,\u2019\nor \u2018R. H., Will. Scadlock and Little John,\u2019 follows immediately.\n\n\n 1\n Come listen a while, you gentlemen all,\n With a hey down down a down down\n That are in this bower within,\n For a story of gallant bold Robin Hood\n I purpose now to begin.\n\n 2\n \u2018What time of the day?\u2019 quoth Robin Hood then;\n Quoth Little John, \u2019Tis in the prime;\n \u2018Why then we will to the green wood gang,\n For we have no vittles to dine.\u2019\n\n 3\n As Robin Hood walkt the forrest along\u2014\n It was in the mid of the day\u2014\n There was he met of a deft young man\n As ever walkt on the way.\n\n 4\n His doublet it was of silk, he said,\n His stockings like scarlet shone,\n And he walkt on along the way,\n To Robin Hood then unknown.\n\n 5\n A herd of deer was in the bend,\n All feeding before his face:\n \u2018Now the best of ye I\u2019le have to my dinner,\n And that in a little space.\u2019\n\n 6\n Now the stranger he made no mickle adoe,\n But he bends and a right good bow,\n And the best buck in the herd he slew,\n Forty good yards him full froe.\n\n 7\n \u2018Well shot, well shot,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood then,\n \u2018That shot it was shot in time;\n And if thou wilt accept of the place,\n Thou shalt be a bold yeoman of mine.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Go play the chiven,\u2019 the stranger said,\n \u2018Make haste and quickly go;\n Or with my fist, be sure of this,\n I\u2019le give thee buffets store.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Thou hadst not best buffet me,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018For though I seem forlorn,\n Yet I can have those that will take my part,\n If I but blow my horn.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Thou wast not best wind thy horn,\u2019 the stranger said,\n \u2018Beest thou never so much in hast,\n For I can draw out a good broad sword,\n And quickly cut the blast.\u2019\n\n 11\n Then Robin Hood bent a very good bow,\n To shoot, and that he would fain;\n The stranger he bent a very good bow,\n To shoot at bold Robin again.\n\n 12\n \u2018O hold thy hand, hold thy hand,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018To shoot it would be in vain;\n For if we should shoot the one at the other,\n The one of us may be slain.\n\n 13\n \u2018But let\u2019s take our swords and our broad bucklers,\n And gang under yonder tree:\u2019\n \u2018As I hope to be sav\u2019d,\u2019 the stranger said,\n \u2018One foot I will not flee.\u2019\n\n 14\n Then Robin Hood lent the stranger a blow\n Most scar\u2019d him out of his wit;\n \u2018Thou never felt blow,\u2019 the stranger he said,\n \u2018That shall be better quit.\u2019\n\n 15\n The stranger he drew out a good broad sword,\n And hit Robin on the crown,\n That from every haire of bold Robins head\n The blood ran trickling down.\n\n 16\n \u2018God a mercy, good fellow!\u2019 quoth Robin Hood then,\n \u2018And for this that thou hast done;\n Tell me, good fellow, what thou art,\n Tell me where thou doest woon.\u2019\n\n 17\n The stranger then answered bold Robin Hood,\n I\u2019le tell thee where I did dwell;\n In Maxfield was I bred and born,\n My name is Young Gamwell.\n\n 18\n For killing of my own fathers steward,\n I am forc\u2019d to this English wood,\n And for to seek an vncle of mine;\n Some call him Robin Hood.\n\n 19\n \u2018But thou art a cousin of Robin Hoods then?\n The sooner we should have done:\u2019\n \u2018As I hope to be sav\u2019d,\u2019 the stranger then said,\n \u2018I am his own sisters son.\u2019\n\n 20\n But, Lord! what kissing and courting was there,\n When these two cousins did greet!\n And they went all that summers day,\n And Little John did meet.\n\n 21\n But when they met with Little John,\n He there unto [him] did say,\n O master, where have you been,\n You have tarried so long away?\n\n 22\n \u2018I met with a stranger,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood then,\n \u2018Full sore he hath beaten me:\u2019\n \u2018Then I\u2019le have a bout with him,\u2019 quoth Little John,\n \u2018And try if he can beat me.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Oh [no], oh no,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood then,\n \u2018Little John, it may [not] be so;\n For he\u2019s my own dear sisters son,\n And cousins I have no mo.\n\n 24\n \u2018But he shall be a bold yeoman of mine,\n My chief man next to thee;\n And I Robin Hood, and thou Little John,\n And Scarlet he shall be:\n\n 25\n \u2018And wee\u2019l be three of the bravest outlaws\n That is in the North Country.\u2019\n If you will have any more of bold Robin Hood,\n In his second part it will be.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a#, #b#, #e#.\n\n Robin Hood newly reviv\u2019d. To a delightful new tune.\n\n#c#, #d#.\n\n Robin Hood newly revived: Or his meeting and fighting with his\n cousin Scarlet. To a delightful new tune.\n\n#a.#\n\n Printed for Richard Burton. (1641\u201374.)\n\n 2^1, 7^1, 9^1, 12^1, 16^1, 22^1, 22^3, qd.\n\n 6^3. in th.\n\n 11^2. To that shoot and.\n\n 21^2. him _supplied from_ #c#, #d#.\n\n#b.#\n\n London, Printed for Richard Burton, at the Sign of the Horshooe in\n West Smithfield.\n\n 3^2. midst.\n\n 4^1. it _wanting_.\n\n 6^4. full _wanting_.\n\n 11^2. To shot and that.\n\n 12^4. must be.\n\n 21^2. him _wanting_.\n\n 23^1. Oh no.\n\n 23^2. may not.\n\n#c.#\n\n 3^3. ware _for_ met.\n\n 7^1, 9^1, 12^1, 16^1, 22^1, 22^3, 23^1, qd.\n\n 9^3. can I.\n\n 10^1. blow _for_ wind.\n\n 11^2. To shoot and that.\n\n 13^3. he said.\n\n 16^1, 18^4. bold Robin.\n\n 19^1. art thou.\n\n 21^2. unto him.\n\n 23^1. Oh no.\n\n 23^2. may not.\n\n 25^4. In this.\n\n#d.#\n\n 2^1, 7^1, 9^1, 12^1, 16^1, 22^1, qd.\n\n 3^3. ware _for_ met.\n\n 6^4. good _wanting_.\n\n 7^2. was in.\n\n 9^2. am _for_ seem.\n\n 11^1. he bent.\n\n 11^2. To shoot and that.\n\n 12^4. must be.\n\n 13^3. he said.\n\n 16^2. that _wanting_.\n\n 18^1. own _wanting_.\n\n 19^1. art thou.\n\n 21^2. unto him.\n\n 23^1. Oh no.\n\n 23^2. may not.\n\n 25^3. If thou wilt.\n\n 25^4. In this.\n\n#e.#\n\n Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. (1670\u201382?)\n\n 1^2. in _wanting_.\n\n 2^1, 7^1, 9^1, 12^1, 16^1, 22^1, 22^3. quod.\n\n 3^2. midst.\n\n 3^3. with _for_ of.\n\n 4^1. it _wanting_.\n\n 6^2. and _wanting_.\n\n 6^4. full _wanting_.\n\n 7^3. except.\n\n 9^3. can _wanting_.\n\n 11^2. To that shot and he.\n\n 11^3. bent up a noble.\n\n 12^1. O _wanting_.\n\n 12^4. must be.\n\n 19^1. art thou.\n\n 21^2. him _wanting_.\n\n 22^1, 23^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 23^1. Oh no.\n\n 23^2. may not.\n\n 25^3. If you\u2019l have more.\n\n 25^4. In this.\n\n_Followed in all the copies by seven stanzas which belong to a different\nballad._ _See_ No 130.\n\n\n\n\n 129\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE PRINCE OF ARAGON\n\n \u2018Robin Hood, Will. Scadlock and Little John.\u2019[111]\n\n #a.# Roxburghe, I, 358, in the Ballad Society\u2019s reprint, II, 431. #b.#\n Pepys, II, 120, No 106.\n\n\nAlso Roxburghe, III, 582, without a printer\u2019s name.\n\nRitson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 71, from #a#, with changes; Evans, Old\nBallads, 1777, 1784, I, 186.\n\nThis is only a pseudo-chivalrous romance, tagged to Robin Hood Newly\nRevived as a Second Part, with eight introductory stanzas. Both parts\nare as vapid as possible, and no piquancy is communicated by the matter\nof the two being as alien as oil and water. The Prince of Aragon, a Turk\nand an infidel, has beleaguered London, and will have the princess to\nhis spouse, unless three champions can vanquish him and his two giants.\nRobin Hood, Scadlock, and John undertake the case, and disguise\nthemselves as pilgrims, so as not to be stopped on their way. Robin\nkills the prince, and John and Scadlock each a giant. The king demands\nto know who his deliverers are, and Robin Hood avails himself of the\nopportunity to get the king\u2019s pardon for himself and his men. The\nprincess was to be the victor\u2019s prize, but cannot marry all three, as\nmight perhaps have been foreseen. She is allowed to pick, and chooses\nWill Scadlock. The Earl of Maxfield is present, and weeps bitterly at\nthe sight of Scadlock, because, he says, he had a son like Will, of the\nname of Young Gamwell. Scadlock, whom we know from the First Part to be\nGamwell, falls at his father\u2019s feet, and the wedding follows.\n\n\n 1\n Now Robin Hood, Will Scadlock and Little John\n Are walking over the plain,\n With a good fat buck which Will Scadlock\n With his strong bow had slain.\n\n 2\n \u2018Jog on, jog on,\u2019 cries Robin Hood,\n \u2018The day it runs full fast;\n For though my nephew me a breakfast gave,\n I have not yet broke my fast.\n\n 3\n \u2018Then to yonder lodge let us take our way,\n I think it wondrous good,\n Where my nephew by my bold yeomen\n Shall be welcomd unto the green wood.\u2019\n\n 4\n With that he took the bugle-horn,\n Full well he could it blow;\n Streight from the woods came marching down\n One hundred tall fellows and mo.\n\n 5\n \u2018Stand, stand to your arms!\u2019 crys Will Scadlock,\n \u2018Lo! the enemies are within ken:\u2019\n With that Robin Hood he laughd aloud,\n Crys, They are my bold yeomen.\n\n 6\n Who, when they arriv\u2019d and Robin espy\u2019d,\n Cry\u2019d, Master, what is your will?\n We thought you had in danger been,\n Your horn did sound so shrill.\n\n 7\n \u2018Now nay, now nay,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018The danger is past and gone;\n I would have you to welcome my nephew here,\n That hath paid me two for one.\u2019\n\n 8\n In feasting and sporting they passed the day,\n Till Ph\u0153bus sunk into the deep;\n Then each one to his quarters hy\u2019d,\n His guard there for to keep.\n\n 9\n Long had they not walked within the green wood,\n But Robin he was espy\u2019d\n Of a beautiful damsel all alone,\n That on a black palfrey did ride.\n\n 10\n Her riding-suit was of sable hew black,\n Sypress over her face,\n Through which her rose-like cheeks did blush,\n All with a comely grace.\n\n 11\n \u2018Come, tell me the cause, thou pritty one,\u2019\n Quoth Robin, \u2018and tell me aright,\n From whence thou comest, and whither thou goest,\n All in this mournful plight?\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018From London I came,\u2019 the damsel reply\u2019d,\n \u2018From London upon the Thames,\n Which circled is, O grief to tell!\n Besieg\u2019d with forraign arms.\n\n 13\n \u2018By the proud Prince of Aragon,\n Who swears by his martial hand\n To have the princess for his spouse,\n Or else to waste this land:\n\n 14\n \u2018Except that champions can be found\n That dare fight three to three,\n Against the prince and giants twain,\n Most horrid for to see:\n\n 15\n \u2018Whose grisly looks, and eyes like brands,\n Strike terrour where they come,\n With serpents hissing on their helms,\n Instead of feathered plume.\n\n 16\n \u2018The princess shall be the victors prize,\n The king hath vowd and said.\n And he that shall the conquest win\n Shall have her to his bride.\n\n 17\n \u2018Now we are four damsels sent abroad,\n To the east, west, north, and south,\n To try whose fortune is so good\n To find these champions forth.\n\n 18\n \u2018But all in vaine we have sought about;\n Yet none so bold there are\n That dare adventure life and blood,\n To free a lady fair.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018When is the day?\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018Tell me this and no more:\u2019\n \u2018On Midsummer next,\u2019 the damsel said,\n \u2018Which is June the twenty-four.\u2019\n\n 20\n With that the teares trickled down her cheeks,\n And silent was her tongue;\n With sighs and sobs she took her leave,\n Away her palfrey sprung.\n\n 21\n This news struck Robin to the heart,\n He fell down on the grass;\n His actions and his troubled mind\n Shewd he perplexed was.\n\n 22\n \u2018Where lies your grief?\u2019 quoth Will Scadlock,\n \u2018O master, tell to me;\n If the damsels eyes have piercd your heart,\n I\u2019ll fetch her back to thee.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Now nay, now nay,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018She doth not cause my smart;\n But it is the poor distressed princess\n That wounds me to the heart.\n\n 24\n \u2018I will go fight the giants all\n To set the lady free:\u2019\n \u2018The devil take my soul,\u2019 quoth Little John,\n \u2018If I part with thy company.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018Must I stay behind?\u2019 quoth Will Scadlock;\n \u2018No, no, that must not be;\n I\u2019le make the third man in the fight,\n So we shall be three to three.\u2019\n\n 26\n These words cheerd Robin at the heart,\n Joy shone within his face;\n Within his arms he huggd them both,\n And kindly did imbrace.\n\n 27\n Quoth he, We\u2019ll put on mothly gray,\n With long staves in our hands,\n A scrip and bottle by our sides,\n As come from the Holy Land.\n\n 28\n So may we pass along the high-way;\n None will ask from whence we came,\n But take us pilgrims for to be,\n Or else some holy men.\n\n 29\n Now they are on their journey gone,\n As fast as they may speed,\n Yet for all haste, ere they arriv\u2019d,\n The princess forth was led:\n\n 30\n To be deliverd to the prince,\n Who in the list did stand,\n Prepar\u2019d to fight, or else receive\n His lady by the hand.\n\n 31\n With that he walkt about the lists,\n With giants by his side:\n \u2018Bring forth,\u2019 said he, \u2018your champions,\n Or bring me forth my bride.\n\n 32\n \u2018This is the four and twentieth day,\n The day prefixt upon;\n Bring forth my bride, or London burns,\n I swear by Acaron.\u2019\n\n 33\n Then cries the king, and queen likewise,\n Both weeping as they speak,\n Lo! we have brought our daughter dear,\n Whom we are forcd to forsake.\n\n 34\n With that stept out bold Robin Hood,\n Crys, My liege, it must not be so;\n Such beauty as the fair princess\n Is not for a tyrants mow.\n\n 35\n The prince he then began to storm;\n Crys, Fool, fanatick, baboon!\n How dares thou stop my valours prize?\n I\u2019ll kill thee with a frown.\n\n 36\n \u2018Thou tyrant Turk, thou infidel,\u2019\n Thus Robin began to reply,\n \u2018Thy frowns I scorn; lo! here\u2019s my gage,\n And thus I thee defie.\n\n 37\n \u2018And for these two Goliahs there,\n That stand on either side,\n Here are two little Davids by,\n That soon can tame their pride.\u2019\n\n 38\n Then did the king for armour send,\n For lances, swords, and shields:\n And thus all three in armour bright\n Came marching to the field.\n\n 39\n The trumpets began to sound a charge,\n Each singled out his man;\n Their arms in pieces soon were hewd,\n Blood sprang from every vain.\n\n 40\n The prince he reacht Robin a blow\u2014\n He struck with might and main\u2014\n Which forcd him to reel about the field,\n As though he had been slain.\n\n 41\n \u2018God-a-mercy,\u2019 quoth Robin, \u2018for that blow!\n The quarrel shall soon be try\u2019d;\n This stroke shall shew a full divorce\n Betwixt thee and thy bride.\u2019\n\n 42\n So from his shoulders he\u2019s cut his head,\n Which on the ground did fall,\n And grumbling sore at Robin Hood,\n To be so dealt withal.\n\n 43\n The giants then began to rage,\n To see their prince lie dead:\n \u2018Thou\u2019s be the next,\u2019 quoth Little John,\n \u2018Unless thou well guard thy head.\u2019\n\n 44\n With that his faulchion he whirld about\u2014\n It was both keen and sharp\u2014\n He clove the giant to the belt,\n And cut in twain his heart.\n\n 45\n Will Scadlock well had playd his part,\n The giant he had brought to his knee;\n Quoth he, The devil cannot break his fast,\n Unless he have you all three.\n\n 46\n So with his faulchion he run him through,\n A deep and gashly wound;\n Who damd and foamd, cursd and blasphemd,\n And then fell to the ground.\n\n 47\n Now all the lists with cheers were filld,\n The skies they did resound,\n Which brought the princess to herself,\n Who was faln in a swound.\n\n 48\n The king and queen and princess fair\n Came walking to the place,\n And gave the champions many thanks,\n And did them further grace.\n\n 49\n \u2018Tell me,\u2019 quoth the king, \u2018whence you are,\n That thus disguised came,\n Whose valour speaks that noble blood\n Doth run through every vain.\u2019\n\n 50\n \u2018A boon, a boon,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018On my knees I beg and crave:\u2019\n \u2018By my crown,\u2019 quoth the king, \u2018I grant;\n Ask what, and thou shalt have.\u2019\n\n 51\n \u2018Then pardon I beg for my merry men,\n Which are within the green wood,\n For Little John, and Will Scadlock,\n And for me, bold Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 52\n \u2018Art thou Robin Hood?\u2019 then quoth the king;\n \u2018For the valour you have shewn,\n Your pardons I doe freely grant,\n And welcome every one.\n\n 53\n \u2018The princess I promised the victors prize;\n She cannot have you all three:\u2019\n \u2018She shall chuse,\u2019 quoth Robin: saith Little John,\n Then little share falls to me.\n\n 54\n Then did the princess view all three,\n With a comely lovely grace,\n Who took Will Scadlock by the hand,\n Quoth, Here I make my choice.\n\n 55\n With that a noble lord stept forth,\n Of Maxfield earl was he,\n Who lookt Will Scadlock in the face,\n Then wept most bitterly.\n\n 56\n Quoth he, I had a son like thee,\n Whom I lovd wondrous well;\n But he is gone, or rather dead;\n His name is Young Gamwell.\n\n 57\n Then did Will Scadlock fall on his knees,\n Cries, Father! father! here,\n Here kneels your son, your Young Gamwell\n You said you lovd so dear.\n\n 58\n But, lord! what imbracing and kissing was there,\n When all these friends were met!\n They are gone to the wedding, and so to bedding,\n And so I bid you good night.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Robin Hood, Will. Scadlock, and Little John, or, A narrative of\n their victory obtained against the Prince of Aragon and the two\n Giants: and how Will. Scadlock married the Princess.\n\n Tune of Robin Hood, or, Hey down, down a down.\n\n London, Printed by and for W. O[nley], and are to be sold by the\n booksellers. (1650\u20131702.)\n\n 1^1. Will., _and always, except_ 55^3.\n\n 27^1. moth-ly.\n\n 32^2. perfixt.\n\n 47^1. sheers.\n\n#b.#\n\n A new ballad of Robin Hood, _etc._, _as in_ #a#. To the tune of,\n _etc._ London: Printed for A. M[ilbourne], W. O[nley], and T.\n Thackeray in Duck Lane. (1670\u201389?)\n\n 1^3. William.\n\n 7^3. I should.\n\n 7^4. has.\n\n 10^2. Cypress.\n\n 11^3. whether.\n\n 13^3. to his.\n\n 27^1. mothly.\n\n 32^1. twenty day.\n\n 32^2. prefixt.\n\n 32^3. or _wanting_.\n\n 37^1. those.\n\n 38^1. the king did.\n\n 40^3. him rell.\n\n 42^3. grumbled.\n\n 46^3. ramb\u2019d _for_ dam\u2019d.\n\n 47^1. with sheets.\n\n 56^4. it is.\n\n 58^3. and so the bedding.\n\n\n\n\n 130\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE SCOTCHMAN\n\n #A. a.# Wood, 401, leaf 27 b. #b.# Roxburghe, III, 18, in the Ballad\n Society\u2019s reprint, II, 426. #c.# Garland of 1663, No 3. #d.# Garland\n of 1670, No 2. #e.# Pepys, II, 101, No 88.\n\n #B.# Gutch\u2019s Robin Hood, II, 392, from an Irish garland, printed at\n Monaghan, 1796.\n\n\n#A# is simply the conclusion given to Robin Hood Newly Revived in the\nbroadsides, and has neither connection with that ballad nor coherence in\nitself, being on the face of it the beginning and the end of an\nindependent ballad, with the break after the third stanza. 3 may\npossibly refer to the Scots giving up Charles I to the parliamentary\ncommissioners, in 1647. In #B#, four stanzas appear to have been added\nto the first three of #A# in order to make out a story,\u2014the too familiar\none of Robin being beaten in a fight with a fellow whom he chances to\nmeet, and consequently enlisting the man as a recruit.\n\n\n A\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 27 b. #b.# Roxburghe, III, 18, in the Ballad\n Society\u2019s reprint, II, 426. #c.# Garland of 1663, No 3. #d.# Garland\n of 1670, No 2. #e.# Pepys, II, 101, No 88.\n\n 1\n Then bold Robin Hood to the north he would go,\n With a hey down down a down down\n With valour and mickle might,\n With sword by his side, which oft had been tri\u2019d,\n To fight and recover his right.\n\n 2\n The first that he met was a bony bold Scot,\n His servant he said he would be;\n \u2018No,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood, \u2018it cannot be good,\n For thou wilt prove false unto me.\n\n 3\n \u2018Thou hast not bin true to sire nor cuz:\u2019\n \u2018Nay, marry,\u2019 the Scot he said,\n \u2018As true as your heart, I\u2019le never part,\n Gude master, be not afraid.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 4\n Then Robin Hood turnd his face to the east;\n \u2018Fight on my merry men stout,\n Our cause is good,\u2019 quoth brave Robin Hood,\n \u2018And we shall not be beaten out.\u2019\n\n 5\n The battel grows hot on every side,\n The Scotchman made great moan;\n Quoth Jockey, Gude faith, they fight on each side;\n Would I were with my wife Ione!\n\n 6\n The enemy compast brave Robin about,\n \u2019Tis long ere the battel ends;\n Ther\u2019s neither will yeeld nor give up the field,\n For both are supplied with friends.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 7\n This song it was made in Robin Hoods dayes;\n Let\u2019s pray unto Iove above\n To give us true peace, that mischief may cease,\n And war may give place unto love.\n\n\n B\n\n Gutch\u2019s Robin Hood, II, 392, from an Irish garland, printed at\n Monaghan, 1796.\n\n 1\n Now bold Robin Hood to the north would go,\n With valour and mickle might,\n With sword by his side, which oft had been try\u2019d,\n To fight and recover his right.\n\n 2\n The first that he met was a jolly stout Scot,\n His servant he said he would be;\n \u2018No,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood, \u2018it cannot be good,\n For thou wilt prove false unto me.\n\n 3\n \u2018Thou hast not been true to sire or cuz;\u2019\n \u2018Nay, marry,\u2019 the Scot he said,\n \u2018As true as your heart, I never will part;\n Good master, be not afraid.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018But eer I employ you,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018With you I must have a bout;\u2019\n The Scotchman reply\u2019d, Let the battle be try\u2019d,\n For I know I will beat you out.\n\n 5\n Thus saying, the contest did quickly begin,\n Which lasted two hours and more;\n The blows Sawney gave bold Robin so brave\n The battle soon made him give oer.\n\n 6\n \u2018Have mercy, thou Scotchman,\u2019 bold Robin Hood cry\u2019d,\n \u2018Full dearly this boon have I bought;\n We will both agree, and my man you shall be,\n For a stouter I never have fought.\u2019\n\n 7\n Then Sawny consented with Robin to go,\n To be of his bowmen so gay;\n Thus ended the fight, and with mickle delight\n To Sherwood they hasted away.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n _For the printer, etc., see_ No 128, Robin Hood newly Revived.\n\n#a.#\n\n 1^3. trid.\n\n 1^4. rigth.\n\n 4^3, 5^3. qd.\n\n#b.#\n\n 1^3. tri\u2019d.\n\n 3^1. or _for_ nor.\n\n 4^3. case.\n\n#c.#\n\n 4^3, 5^3. qd.\n\n#d.#\n\n 4^3. case.\n\n#e.#\n\n 2^1. met with was a bold.\n\n 2^3. qd.\n\n 4^3. case: quod.\n\n\n\n\n 131\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE RANGER\n\n \u2018Robin Hood and the Ranger.\u2019 #a.# Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, London, C.\n Dicey, in Bow Church-Yard, n. d., but before 1741, p. 78. #b.# R.\n H.\u2019s Garland, London, W. & C. Dicey, n. d. #c.# R. H.\u2019s Garland,\n London, L. How, in Peticoat Lane, n. d. #d.# The English Archer,\n etc., York, N. Nickson, in Feasegate, n. d. #e.# The English Archer,\n etc., Paisley, John Neilson, 1786. #f.# R. H.\u2019s Garland, York, T.\n Wilson & R. Spence, n. d. (All in the Bodleian Library.)\n\n\nIn Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 133, from a York edition of Robin\nHood\u2019s Garland. Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 200, apparently from\nan Aldermary garland.\n\nMr Halliwell, in Notices of Fugitive Tracts, etc., Percy Society, vol.\nxxix. p. 19, refers to an edition of Robin Hood\u2019s Garland printed for\nJames Hodges, at the Looking-glass, London-bridge, n. d., as containing\n\u201cthe earliest copy yet known\u201d of Robin Hood and the Ranger, but does not\nindicate how the alleged fact was ascertained. Inside of the cover of\n#a# is written, William Stukely, 1741. #b# appears in advertisements as\nearly as 1753.\n\nRobin Hood, while about to kill deer, is forbidden by a forester, and\nclaiming the forest as his own, the cause has to be tried with weapons.\nThey break their swords on one another, and take to quarter-staves.\nRobin Hood is so sorely cudgelled that he gives up the fight, declaring\nthat he has never met with so good a man. He summons his yeomen with his\nhorn; the forester is induced to join them.\n\n\n 1\n When Ph\u0153bus had melted the sickles of ice,\n With a hey down, &c.\n And likewise the mountains of snow,\n Bold Robin Hood he would ramble to see,\n To frolick abroad with his bow.\n\n 2\n He left all his merry men waiting behind,\n Whilst through the green vallies he passd;\n There did he behold a forester bold,\n Who cry\u2019d out, Friend, whither so fast?\n\n 3\n \u2018I\u2019m going,\u2019 quoth Robin, \u2018to kill a fat buck,\n For me and my merry men all;\n Besides, eer I go, I\u2019ll have a fat doe,\n Or else it shall cost me a fall.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018You\u2019d best have a care,\u2019 said the forester then,\n \u2018For these are his majesty\u2019s deer;\n Before you shall shoot, the thing I\u2019ll dispute,\n For I am head-forester here.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018These thirteen long summers,\u2019 quoth Robin, \u2018I\u2019m sure,\n My arrows I here have let fly,\n Where freely I range; methinks it is strange,\n You should have more power than I.\n\n 6\n \u2018This forest,\u2019 quoth Robin, \u2018I think is my own,\n And so are the nimble deer too;\n Therefore I declare, and solemnly swear,\n I wont be affronted by you.\u2019\n\n 7\n The forester he had a long quarter-staff,\n Likewise a broad sword by his side;\n Without more ado, he presently drew,\n Declaring the truth should be try\u2019d.\n\n 8\n Bold Robin Hood had a sword of the best,\n Thus, eer he would take any wrong,\n His courage was flush, he\u2019d venture a brush,\n And thus they fell to it ding dong.\n\n 9\n The very first blow that the forester gave,\n He made his broad weapon cry twang;\n \u2019Twas over the head, he fell down for dead,\n O that was a damnable bang!\n\n 10\n But Robin he soon did recover himself,\n And bravely fell to it again;\n The very next stroke their weapons were broke,\n Yet never a man there was slain.\n\n 11\n At quarter-staff then they resolved to play,\n Because they would have t\u2019other bout;\n And brave Robin Hood right valiantly stood,\n Unwilling he was to give out.\n\n 12\n Bold Robin he gave him very hard blows,\n The other returnd them as fast;\n At every stroke their jackets did smoke,\n Three hours the combat did last.\n\n 13\n At length in a rage the bold forester grew,\n And cudgeld bold Robin so sore\n That he could not stand, so shaking his hand,\n He said, Let us freely give oer.\n\n 14\n Thou art a brave fellow, I needs must confess\n I never knew any so good;\n Thou\u2019rt fitting to be a yeoman for me,\n And range in the merry green wood.\n\n 15\n I\u2019ll give thee this ring as a token of love,\n For bravely thou\u2019st acted thy part;\n That man that can fight, in him I delight,\n And love him with all my whole heart.\n\n 16\n Then Robin Hood setting his horn to his mouth,\n A blast he merrily blows;\n His yeomen did hear, and strait did appear,\n A hundred, with trusty long bows.\n\n 17\n Now Little John came at the head of them all,\n Cloathd in a rich mantle of green;\n And likewise the rest were gloriously drest,\n A delicate sight to be seen.\n\n 18\n \u2018Lo, these are my yeomen,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018And thou shalt be one of the train;\n A mantle and bow, a quiver also,\n I give them whom I entertain.\u2019\n\n 19\n The forester willingly enterd the list,\n They were such a beautiful sight;\n Then with a long bow they shot a fat doe,\n And made a rich supper that night.\n\n 20\n What singing and dancing was in the green wood,\n For joy of another new mate!\n With mirth and delight they spent the long night,\n And liv\u2019d at a plentiful rate.\n\n 21\n The forester neer was so merry before\n As then he was with these brave souls,\n Who never would fail, in wine, beer or ale,\n To take off their cherishing bowls.\n\n 22\n Then Robin Hood gave him a mantle of green,\n Broad arrows, and a curious long bow;\n This done, the next day, so gallant and gay,\n He marched them all on a row.\n\n 23\n Quoth he, My brave yeomen, be true to your trust,\n And then we may range the woods wide:\n They all did declare, and solemnly swear,\n They\u2019d conquer, or die by his side.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Robin Hood and the Ranger, or True Friendship after a fierce\n Fight. Tune of Arthur a Bland.\n\n 2^4. whether.\n\n 8^3. he\u2019ll.\n\n 12^1. a very hard blow.\n\n#b.#\n\n 2^4. whither.\n\n 6^2. are all.\n\n 11^2. the other.\n\n 12^1. very hard blows.\n\n 14^2. any one.\n\n 15^2. thou hast.\n\n 18^2. And _wanting_.\n\n 23^4. They would.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Burden_: With a hey down down down and a down.\n\n 2^4. whither.\n\n 5^3. methink\u2019.\n\n 6^2. deers.\n\n 8^3. he\u2019d.\n\n 10^1. soon recoverd.\n\n 10^2. to _wanting_.\n\n 10^3. they broke.\n\n 12^1. very hard blows.\n\n 12^4. this combat.\n\n 13^4. He cry\u2019d.\n\n 14^4. And live.\n\n 16^2. blast then.\n\n 19^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 21^2. with the.\n\n#d.#\n\n Tune of, _etc. wanting. Burden wanting_.\n\n 1^1. the circles.\n\n 1^3. he _wanting_: ramble away.\n\n 2^4. whither.\n\n 5^2. arrows here I\u2019ve.\n\n 5^4. then I.\n\n 6^2. so is.\n\n 7^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 8^1. he had.\n\n 8^3. he\u2019d.\n\n 9^1. that _wanting_.\n\n 9^3. his head.\n\n 10^1. soon recoverd.\n\n 10^3. they broke.\n\n 12^1. he _wanting_: many hard blows.\n\n 13^4. He cry\u2019d.\n\n 16^1. Then _wanting_: Hood set his bugle horn.\n\n 16^2. blast then.\n\n 16^3. and soon.\n\n 16^4. An.\n\n 17^3. rest was.\n\n 18^1. said bold.\n\n 18^4. I\u2019ll.\n\n 20^3. the whole.\n\n 21^2. with the.\n\n 21^3. beer and.\n\n 21^4. take of the.\n\n 22^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 23^4. They would.\n\n#e.#\n\n _Burden_: With a hey down down derry down: _or_ Hey down derry\n derry down.\n\n 1^1. circle.\n\n 1^3. he _wanting_: ramble away.\n\n 2^3. he did.\n\n 2^4. whither.\n\n 3^1. quoth Robin _wanting_.\n\n 3^3. ere.\n\n 5^2. here _wanting_.\n\n 6^2. so is.\n\n 7^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 8^2. neer.\n\n 8^3. he\u2019d.\n\n 8^4. thus _wanting_.\n\n 9^3. his head.\n\n 10^1. soon recovered.\n\n 10^3. they broke.\n\n 11^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 12^1. many hard blows.\n\n 13^4. He cry\u2019d.\n\n 15^4. whole _wanting_.\n\n 16^1. set his brave.\n\n 16^2. blast then.\n\n 16^3. and soon.\n\n 16^4. An.\n\n 18^1. said bold.\n\n 18^3. and a bow.\n\n 18^4. I\u2019ll.\n\n 20^1. were in.\n\n 20^3. the whole.\n\n 21^2. with the.\n\n 22^2. a _wanting_.\n\n#f.#\n\n 1^1. ickles of ice.\n\n 1^3. would frolicksome be.\n\n 1^4. And ramble about with his bow.\n\n 2^4. whither.\n\n 8^1. Hood _wanting_.\n\n 8^3. he\u2019d.\n\n 10^1. recovered.\n\n 10^3. they broke.\n\n 10^4. Yet neither of them were slain.\n\n 11^2. the other.\n\n 12^1. very hard blows.\n\n 12^4. this combat.\n\n 13^4. He cry\u2019d.\n\n 14^1. And live.\n\n 18^1. said bold.\n\n 19^4. a good.\n\n 21^2. As when.\n\n 21^3. beer and.\n\n\n\n\n 132\n\n THE BOLD PEDLAR AND ROBIN HOOD\n\n J. H. Dixon, Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of\n England, p. 71, Percy Society, vol. xvii, 1846.\n\n\n\u201cAn aged female in Bermondsey, Surrey, from whose oral recitation the\neditor took down the present version, informed him, that she had often\nheard her grandmother sing it, and that it was never in print; but he\nhas of late met with several common stall copies.\u201d\n\nRobin Hood and Little John fall in with a pedlar. Little John asks what\ngoods he carries, and says he will have half his pack. The pedlar says\nhe shall have the whole if he can make him give a perch of ground. They\nfight, and John cries Hold. Robin Hood undertakes the pedlar, and in\nturn cries Hold. Robin asks the pedlar\u2019s name. He will not give it till\nthey have told theirs, and when they have so done says it still lies\nwith him to tell or not. However, he is Gamble Gold, forced to flee his\ncountry for killing a man. If you are Gamble Gold, says Robin, you are\nmy own cousin. They go to a tavern and dine and drink.\n\nStanzas 11, 12, 15 recall Robin Hood\u2019s Delight, No 136, 19, 20, 24; 13,\n14 Robin Hood Revived, No 128, 17, 18. As remarked under No 128, this is\na traditional variation of Robin Hood Revived.\n\n\n 1\n There chanced to be a pedlar bold,\n A pedlar bold he chanced to be;\n He rolled his pack all on his back,\n And he came tripping oer the lee.\n Down a down a down a down,\n Down a down a down\n\n 2\n By chance he met two troublesome blades,\n Two troublesome blades they chanced to be;\n The one of them was bold Robin Hood,\n And the other was Little John so free.\n\n 3\n \u2018O pedlar, pedlar, what is in thy pack?\n Come speedilie and tell to me:\u2019\n \u2018I\u2019ve several suits of the gay green silks,\n And silken bow-strings two or three.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018If you have several suits of the gay green silk,\n And silken bow-strings two or three,\n Then it\u2019s by my body,\u2019 cries Little John,\n \u2018One half your pack shall belong to me.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018O nay, o nay,\u2019 says the pedlar bold,\n \u2018O nay, o nay, that never can be;\n For there\u2019s never a man from fair Nottingham\n Can take one half my pack from me.\u2019\n\n 6\n Then the pedlar he pulled off his pack,\n And put it a little below his knee,\n Saying, If you do move me one perch from this,\n My pack and all shall gang with thee.\n\n 7\n Then Little John he drew his sword,\n The pedlar by his pack did stand;\n They fought until they both did sweat,\n Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand!\n\n 8\n Then Robin Hood he was standing by,\n And he did laugh most heartilie;\n Saying, I could find a man, of a smaller scale,\n Could thrash the pedlar and also thee.\n\n 9\n \u2018Go you try, master,\u2019 says Little John,\n \u2018Go you try, master, most speedilie,\n Or by my body,\u2019 says Little John,\n \u2018I am sure this night you will not know me.\u2019\n\n 10\n Then Robin Hood he drew his sword,\n And the pedlar by his pack did stand;\n They fought till the blood in streams did flow,\n Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand!\n\n 11\n Pedlar, pedlar, what is thy name?\n Come speedilie and tell to me:\n \u2018My name! my name I neer will tell,\n Till both your names you have told to me.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018The one of us is bold Robin Hood,\n And the other Little John so free:\u2019\n \u2018Now,\u2019 says the pedlar, \u2018it lays to my good will,\n Whether my name I chuse to tell to thee.\n\n 13\n \u2018I am Gamble Gold of the gay green woods,\n And travelled far beyond the sea;\n For killing a man in my father\u2019s land\n From my country I was forced to flee.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018If you are Gamble Gold of the gay green woods,\n And travelled far beyond the sea,\n You are my mother\u2019s own sister\u2019s son;\n What nearer cousins then can we be?\u2019\n\n 15\n They sheathed their swords with friendly words,\n So merrilie they did agree;\n They went to a tavern, and there they dined,\n And bottles cracked most merrilie.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 3^1, 5^1, 5^2. Oh.\n\n\n\n\n 133\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAR, I\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 23 b.\n\n #b.# Garland of 1663, No 8.\n\n #c.# Garland of 1670, No 7.\n\n #d.# Pepys, II, 116, No 100.\n\n\n#a# is printed, with changes, by Ritson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 122.\nEvans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 180, agrees with the Aldermary\ngarland.\n\nThere is a copy in the Roxburghe Collection, III, 20.\n\nRobin Hood, riding towards Nottingham, comes upon a beggar, who asks\ncharity. Robin says he has no money, but must have a bout with him. The\nbeggar with his staff gives three blows for every stroke of Robin\u2019s with\nhis sword. Robin cries truce, and at the suggestion, we might almost say\nupon the requisition, of the beggar, exchanges his horse and finery for\nthe beggar\u2019s bags and rags. Thus equipped, he proceeds to Nottingham,\nand has the adventure with the sheriff and three yeomen which is the\nsubject of No 140.\n\nThe copy in the Wood and in the Roxburghe collections is signed T. R.,\nlike Robin Hood and the Butcher, #B#, and, like the latter ballad, this\nis a _rifacimento_, with middle rhyme in the third line. It is perhaps\nmade up from two distinct stories; the Second Part, beginning at stanza\n20, from Robin Hood rescuing Three Squires, and what precedes from a\nballad resembling Robin Hood and the Beggar, II.\n\nBut no seventeenth-century version of Robin Hood and the Beggar, II, is\nknown, and it is more likely that we owe the fight between Robin Hood\nand the Beggar to the folly and bad taste of T. R. Robin has no sort of\nprovocation to fight with the beggar, and no motive for changing\nclothes, the proposition actually coming from the beggar, st. 15, and it\nis an accident that his disguise proves useful (cf. Guy of Gisborne).\nThe beggar should have reported that three men were to be hanged, but\ninstead of this is forced into a fight, in order that one more\nignominious defeat may be scored against Robin.\n\nThe verses,\n\n 9^{3,4},\n I am an outlaw, as many do know,\n My name it is Robin Hood,\n\noccur also in Robin Hood and the Bishop, No 143, 6^{3,4}. \u2018And this\nmantle of mine I\u2019le to thee resign,\u2019 16^3, looks very like a\nreminiscence of Robin Hood and the Bishop, 10^3, \u2018Thy spindle and twine\nunto me resign.\u2019[112]\n\n\n 1\n Come light and listen, you gentlemen all,\n Hey down, down, and a down\n That mirth do love for to hear,\n And a story true I\u2019le tell unto you,\n If that you will but draw near.\n\n 2\n In elder times, when merriment was,\n And archery was holden good,\n There was an outlaw, as many did know,\n Which men called Robin Hood.\n\n 3\n Vpon a time it chanced so\n Bold Robin was merry disposed,\n His time to spend he did intend,\n Either with friends or foes.\n\n 4\n Then he got vp on a gallant brave steed,\n The which was worth angels ten;\n With a mantle of green, most brave to be seen,\n He left all his merry men.\n\n 5\n And riding towards fair Nottingham,\n Some pastime for to spy,\n There was he aware of a jolly beggar\n As ere he beheld with his eye.\n\n 6\n An old patcht coat the beggar had on,\n Which he daily did vse for to wear;\n And many a bag about him did wag,\n Which made Robin Hood to him repair.\n\n 7\n \u2018God speed, God speed,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018What countryman? tell to me:\u2019\n \u2018I am Yorkeshire, sir; but, ere you go far,\n Some charity give vnto me.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Why, what wouldst thou have?\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018I pray thee tell vnto me:\u2019\n \u2018No lands nor livings,\u2019 the beggar he said,\n \u2018But a penny for charitie.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018I have no money,\u2019 said Robin Hood then,\n \u2018But, a ranger within the wood,\n I am an outlaw, as many do know,\n My name it is Robin Hood.\n\n 10\n \u2018But yet I must tell thee, bonny beggar,\n That a bout with [thee] I must try;\n Thy coat of gray, lay down I say,\n And my mantle of green shall lye by.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Content, content,\u2019 the beggar he cry\u2019d,\n \u2018Thy part it will be the worse;\n For I hope this bout to give thee the rout,\n And then have at thy purse.\u2019\n\n 12\n The beggar he had a mickle long staffe,\n And Robin had a nut-brown sword;\n So the beggar drew nigh, and at Robin let fly,\n But gave him never a word.\n\n 13\n \u2018Fight on, fight on,\u2019 said Robin Hood then,\n \u2018This game well pleaseth me;\u2019\n For every blow that Robin did give,\n The beggar gave buffets three.\n\n 14\n And fighting there full hard and sore,\n Not far from Nottingham town,\n They never fled, till from Robin\u015b head\n The blood came trickling down.\n\n 15\n \u2018O hold thy hand,\u2019 said Robin Hood then,\n \u2018And thou and I will agree;\u2019\n \u2018If that be true,\u2019 the beggar he said,\n \u2018Thy mantle come give vnto me.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018Nay a change, a change,\u2019 cri\u2019d Robin Hood;\n \u2018Thy bags and coat give me,\n And this mantle of mine I\u2019le to thee resign,\n My horse and my braverie.\u2019\n\n 17\n When Robin Hood had got the beggars clothes,\n He looked round about;\n \u2018Methinks,\u2019 said he, \u2018I seem to be\n A beggar brave and stout.\n\n 18\n \u2018For now I have a bag for my bread,\n So have I another for corn;\n I have one for salt, and another for malt,\n And one for my little horn.\n\n 19\n \u2018And now I will a begging goe,\n Some charitie for to find:\u2019\n And if any more of Robin you\u2019l know,\n In this second part it\u2019s behind.\n\n\n 20\n Now Robin he is to Nottingham bound,\n With his bags hanging down to his knee,\n His staff, and his coat, scarce worth a groat,\n Yet merrilie passed he.\n\n 21\n As Robin he passed the streets along,\n He heard a pittifull cry;\n Three brethren deer, as he did hear,\n Condemned were to dye.\n\n 22\n Then Robin he highed to the sheriffs [house],\n Some reliefe for to seek;\n He skipt, and leapt, and capored full high,\n As he went along the street.\n\n 23\n But when to the sheriffs doore he came,\n There a gentleman fine and brave,\n \u2018Thou beggar,\u2019 said he, \u2018come tell vnto me\n What is it that thou wouldest have?\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018No meat, nor drink,\u2019 said Robin Hood then,\n \u2018That I come here to crave;\n But to beg the lives of yeomen three,\n And that I fain would have.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018That cannot be, thou bold beggar,\n Their fact it is so cleer;\n I tell to thee, hangd they must be,\n For stealing of our kings deer.\u2019\n\n 26\n But when to the gallows they did come,\n There was many a weeping eye:\n \u2018O hold your peace,\u2019 said Robin then,\n \u2018For certainly they shall not dye.\u2019\n\n 27\n Then Robin he set his horn to his mouth,\n And he blew but blastes three,\n Till a hundred bold archers brave\n Came kneeling down to his knee.\n\n 28\n \u2018What is your will, master?\u2019 they said,\n \u2018We are here at your command:\u2019\n \u2018Shoot east, shoot west,\u2019 said Robin Hood then,\n \u2018And look that you spare no man.\u2019\n\n 29\n Then they shot east, and they shot west;\n Their arrows were so keen\n The sheriffe he, and his companie,\n No longer must be seen.\n\n 30\n Then he stept to these brethren three,\n And away he had them tane;\n But the sheriff was crost, and many a man lost,\n That dead lay on the plain.\n\n 31\n And away they went into the merry green wood,\n And sung with a merry glee,\n And Robin took these brethren good\n To be of his yeomandrie.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Robin Hood and the Beggar: Shewing how Robin Hood and the Beggar\n fought, and how he changed clothes with the Beggar, and how he\n went a begging to Nottingham, and how he saved three brethren\n from being hangd for stealing of deer. To the tune of Robin Hood\n and the Stranger. _Signed_ T. R.\n\n London, Printed for Francis Grove, on Snowhill. (1620\u201355.)\n\n _Burden_: an a.\n\n 1^1. light _in all: a corruption of_ lyth.\n\n 2^2. archrey.\n\n 3^4. friend or foe: _cf._ #b#, #c#.\n\n 4^2. angell.\n\n 6^1. had one.\n\n 10^1. tell the.\n\n 12^1. saffe.\n\n 21^3. brethred.\n\n 27^4. dow.\n\n 31^4. yeomandriee.\n\n#b#, #c#.\n\n _Title as in #a#. Not signed. Burden sometimes_, With hey, _etc._,\n or, With a hey, _etc._; _once, in_ #c#, Hey derry derry down.\n\n#b.#\n\n 3^4. friends or foes.\n\n 4^2. angels.\n\n 7^1. Hood then.\n\n 7^2. unto.\n\n 8^3. he _wanting_.\n\n 9^3. doth know.\n\n 10^2. with thee.\n\n 10^4. lay.\n\n 16^1. said _for_ cri\u2019d.\n\n 20^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 21^4. was for to.\n\n 22^1. sheriffs house.\n\n 27^2. he _wanting_.\n\n 30^2. them had.\n\n#c.#\n\n 3^4. friends or foes.\n\n 4^2. angels.\n\n 7^1. Hood then.\n\n 7^2. unto.\n\n 8^3. living.\n\n 10^2. with thee.\n\n 19^4. known _for_ behind.\n\n 21^4. for to.\n\n 22^1. sheriffs house.\n\n 25^3. they hanged.\n\n 27^2. he _wanting_.\n\n 30^2. them had.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#: _except_ of the king\u2019s deer. _Not signed._\n\n Printed for I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. (1670\u201386.)\n\n _Burden_: With a hey down down and a down.\n\n 3^2. merrily.\n\n 3^4. friend or foe.\n\n 4^2. angels.\n\n 5^1. brave _for_ fair.\n\n 7^1. Hood then.\n\n 7^2. unto.\n\n 10^2. with thee.\n\n 11^1. he said.\n\n 12^1. muckle.\n\n 12^4. But he.\n\n 13^3. Robin gave.\n\n 14^3. Robin Hood\u2019s head.\n\n 15^3. If it.\n\n 17^1. Hood _wanting_.\n\n 17^3. Methink.\n\n 18^3. for mault: for salt.\n\n 19^4. In the. house _wanting, as in_ #a#.\n\n 22^3. and he leapt.\n\n 23^4. is\u2019t: would\u2019st.\n\n 25^4. of the.\n\n 26^3. O _wanting_: Robin Hood.\n\n 27^4. down on their.\n\n 28^2. here _wanting_.\n\n 29^1. east then.\n\n 30^2. has.\n\n 30^3. many men.\n\n 31^1. And _wanting_.\n\n 31^3. Then Robin Hood.\n\n\n\n\n 134\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAR, II\n\n #a.# \u2018The History of Robin Hood and the Beggar,\u2019 Aberdeen, Printed by\n and for A. Keith: Bodleian Library, Douce, HH 88, pasted between pp\n 68, 69 of Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, London, C. Dicey. A. Keith of\n Aberdeen printed from 1810 to 1835.\n\n #b.# \u2018A pretty dialogue betwixt Robin Hood and a Beggar,\u2019 Newcastle,\n in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, I, 97.\n\n\n#a# is printed by Gutch, Robin Hood, II, 230, with deviations. Of #b#\nRitson says: The corruptions of the press being equally numerous and\nminute, some of the most trifling have been corrected without notice.\nDespite the corruptions, #b# is, in some readings, preferable to #a#.\nMotherwell, Minstrelsy, p. xliii, says that pretty early stall copies\nwere printed both at Aberdeen and Glasgow.\n\nRobin Hood attempts to stop a beggar, from whom he thinks he may get\nsome money. The beggar gives no heed to his summons, but hies on. Robin,\ngetting a surly answer upon a second essay, says that if there be but a\nfarthing he will have it, orders the beggar to loose the strings of his\npocks, and threatens him with an arrow. The beggar defies him, and upon\nRobin\u2019s drawing his bow, reaches him such a stroke with a staff that bow\nand arrow are broken to bits. Robin takes to his sword; the beggar\nlights on his hand with his staff and disables him completely, then\nfollows in with lusty blows, till Robin falls in a swoon. The beggar\nmoves on with entire unconcern. Three of Robin\u2019s men come by and revive\nhim with water. Their master tells them of his disgrace; he had never\nbeen in so hard a place in forty year. He bids them bring the beggar\nback or slay him. Two of the three will be enough for that, they say,\nand one shall stay with him. Two set forth, accordingly, with a caution\nto be wary, take a short cut, which brings them out ahead of the beggar,\nand leap on him from a hiding, one gripping his staff and the other\nputting a dagger to his breast. The beggar sues for his life in vain;\nthey will bind him and will take him back to their master, to be slain\nor hanged. He offers them a hundred pound and more for his liberty. They\ndecide together to take the money, and say nothing about it, simply\nreporting that they have killed the old carl. The beggar spreads his\ncloak on the ground and many a pock on it; then, standing between them\nand the wind, takes a great bag of meal from his neck and flings the\nmeal into their eyes. Having thus blinded them, he seizes his staff,\nwhich they had stuck in the ground, and gives each of them a dozen. The\nyoung men take to their heels, the beggar calling after them to stop for\ntheir pay. Robin, after a jest at the meal on their cloaths, makes them\ntell how they have fared. We are shamed forever, he cries; but smiles to\nsee that they have had their taste of the beggar\u2019s tree.\n\nThis tale is rightly called by Ritson a North Country composition of\nsome antiquity, \u201cperhaps Scottish.\u201d Fragments of Robin Hood ballads,\nMotherwell informs us, were traditionally extant in his day which had\nnot (and have not) found their way into printed collections, and we know\nfrom very early testimony that such ballads were current in Scotland.\nThis is by far the best of the Robin Hood ballads of the secondary, so\nto speak cyclic, period. It has plenty of homely humor, but the heroic\nsentiment is gone. It does not belong to the iron, the cast-iron, age of\nRobin Hood\u2019s Birth, Breeding, etc.; but neither does it belong to the\ngolden age of Robin Hood and the Monk, or the Gest. It would be no gain\nto have Thersites drubbing Odysseus. Robin finds his match, for the\nnonce, in the Potter, but he does not for that depute two of his men to\nbe the death of the Potter. It never occurred to Little John and Much to\nget a hundred pound from a beggar, kill him, and pocket the money.\n\nA story resembling that of the second part of this ballad occurs, as\nRitson has observed, in Le moyen de parvenir, \u201c1739, I, 304;\u201d II, 94,\nLondon, 1786; p. 171, Paris, 1841. A friar encounters two footpads, who\noffer to relieve him of the burden of his frock. He asks them to let him\ntake it off peaceably, puts his staff under his foot, takes off the\nfrock and throws it before them. While one of the pair stoops to get it,\nthe friar picks up the staff and hits the knave a blow which sends him\nheadlong; the other runs off.\n\n\nTranslated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 180.\n\n\n 1\n Lyth and listen, gentlemen,\n That\u2019s come of high born blood;\n I\u2019ll tell you of a brave booting\n That befel Robin Hood.\n\n 2\n Robin Hood upon a day,\n He went forth him alone,\n And as he came from Barnesdale\n Into a fair evening,\n\n 3\n He met a beggar on the way,\n That sturdily could gang;\n He had a pike-staff in his hand,\n That was baith stark and strang.\n\n 4\n A clouted cloak about him was,\n That held him from the cold;\n The thinnest bit of it, I guess,\n Was more than twenty fold.\n\n 5\n His meal-pock hang about his neck,\n Into a leathern fang,\n Well fastened with a broad buckle,\n That was both stark and strang.\n\n 6\n He had three hats upon his head,\n Together sticked fast;\n He cared neither for wind nor weet,\n In lands wherever he past.\n\n 7\n Good Robin coost him in his way,\n To see what he might be;\n If any beggar had money,\n He thought some part had he.\n\n 8\n \u2018Tarry, tarry,\u2019 good Robin says,\n \u2018Tarry, and speak with me;\u2019\n He heard him as he heard [him] not,\n And fast his way can hie.\n\n 9\n \u2018It be\u2019s not so,\u2019 says good Robin,\n \u2018Nay, thou must tarry still;\u2019\n \u2018By my troth,\u2019 says the bold beggar,\n \u2018Of that I have no will.\n\n 10\n \u2018It is far to my lodging-house,\n And it is growing late;\n If they have supt ere I come in,\n I will look wondrous blate.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Now, by my troth,\u2019 says good Robin,\n \u2018I see well by thy fare,\n If thou chear well to thy supper,\n Of mine thou takes no care;\n\n 12\n \u2018Who wants my dinner all the day,\n And wots not where to lie,\n And should I to the tavern go,\n I want money to buy.\n\n 13\n \u2018Sir, thou must lend me some money,\n Till we two meet again:\u2019\n The beggar answerd cankerdly,\n I have no money to lend.\n\n 14\n Thou art as young a man as I,\n And seems to be as sweer;\n If thou fast till thou get from me,\n Thou shalt eat none this year.\n\n 15\n \u2018Now, by my troth,\u2019 says good Robin,\n \u2018Since we are sembled so,\n If thou have but a small farthing,\n I\u2019ll have it ere thou go.\n\n 16\n \u2018Therefore, lay down thy clouted cloak,\n And do no longer stand,\n And loose the strings of all thy pocks;\n I\u2019ll ripe them with my hand.\n\n 17\n \u2018And now to thee I make a vow,\n If thou make any din,\n I shall see if a broad arrow\n Can pierce a beggar\u2019s skin.\u2019\n\n 18\n The beggar smil\u2019d, and answer made:\n Far better let me be;\n Think not that I will be afraid\n For thy nip crooked tree.\n\n 19\n Or that I fear thee any whit\n For thy curn nips of sticks;\n I know no use for them so meet\n As to be pudding-pricks.\n\n 20\n Here I defy thee to do me ill,\n For all thy boistrous fare;\n Thou\u2019s get nothing from me but ill,\n Would thou seek it evermair.\n\n 21\n Good Robin bent his noble bow\u2014\n He was an angry man\u2014\n And in it set a broad arrow;\n Yet er \u2019twas drawn a span,\n\n 22\n The beggar, with his noble tree,\n Reacht him so round a rout\n That his bow and his broad arrow\n In flinders flew about.\n\n 23\n Good Robin bound him to his brand,\n But that provd likewise vain;\n The beggar lighted on his hand\n With his pike-staff again.\n\n 24\n I wot he might not draw a sword\n For forty days and more;\n Good Robin could not speak a word,\n His heart was never so sore.\n\n 25\n He could not fight, he could not flee,\n He wist not what to do;\n The beggar, with his noble tree,\n Laid lusty flaps him to.\n\n 26\n He paid good Robin back and side,\n And beft him up and down,\n And with his pike-staff still on laid\n Till he fell in a swoon.\n\n 27\n \u2018Fy! stand up, man,\u2019 the beggar said,\n \u2018\u2019Tis shame to go to rest;\n Stay still till thou get thy mony [told],\n I think it were the best.\n\n 28\n \u2018And syne go to the tavern-house,\n And buy both wine and ale;\n Hereat thy friends will crack full crouse,\n Thou has been at a dale.\u2019\n\n 29\n Good Robin answerd never a word,\n But lay still as a stane;\n His cheeks were white as any clay,\n And closed were his eyne.\n\n 30\n The beggar thought him dead but fail,\n And boldly bownd away;\n I would you had been at the dale,\n And gotten part of the play.\n\n\n 31\n Now three of Robin\u2019s men, by chance,\n Came walking on the way,\n And found their master in a trance,\n On ground where he did lie.\n\n 32\n Up have they taken good Robin,\n Making a piteous bier,\n Yet saw they no man there at whom\n They might the matter spear.\n\n 33\n They looked him all round about,\n But wounds on him saw none,\n Yet at his mouth came bocking out\n The blood of a good vein.\n\n 34\n Cold water they have taken syne,\n And cast into his face;\n Then he began to lift his eyne,\n And spake within short space.\n\n 35\n \u2018Tell us, dear master,\u2019 says his men,\n \u2018How with you stands the case?\u2019\n Good Robin sighd ere he began\n To tell of his disgrace.\n\n 36\n \u2018I have been watchman in this wood\n Near hand this forty year,\n Yet I was never so hard bestead\n As you have found me here.\n\n 37\n \u2018A beggar with a clouted cloak,\n In whom I feard no ill,\n Hath with a pike-staff clawd my back;\n I fear\u2019t shall never be well.\n\n 38\n \u2018See, where he goes out oer yon hill,\n With hat upon his head;\n If ever you lovd your master well,\n Go now revenge this deed.\n\n 39\n \u2018And bring him back again to me,\n If it lie in your might,\n That I may see, before I die,\n Him punisht in my sight.\n\n 40\n \u2018And if you may not bring him back,\n Let him not go loose on;\n For to us all it were great shame\n If he escapt again.\u2019\n\n 41\n \u2018One of us shall with you remain,\n Because you\u2019re ill at ease;\n The other two shall bring him back,\n To use him as you please.\u2019\n\n 42\n \u2018Now, by my troth,\u2019 says good Robin,\n \u2018I trow there\u2019s enough said;\n If he get scouth to weild his tree,\n I fear you\u2019ll both be paid.\u2019\n\n 43\n \u2018Be ye not feard, our good master,\n That we two can be dung\n With any blutter base beggar,\n That hath nought but a rung.\n\n 44\n \u2018His staff shall stand him in no stead;\n That you shall shortly see;\n But back again he shall be led,\n And fast bound shall he be,\n To see if you will have him slain,\n Or hanged on a tree.\u2019\n\n 45\n \u2018But cast you slily in his way,\n Before he be aware,\n And on his pike-staff first lay hands;\n You\u2019ll speed the better far.\u2019\n\n 46\n Now leave we Robin with his man,\n Again to play the child,\n And learn himself to stand and gang\n By haulds, for all his eild.\n\n 47\n Now pass we to the bold beggar,\n That raked oer the hill,\n Who never mended his pace no more\n Nor he had done no ill.\n\n 48\n The young men knew the country well,\n So soon where he would be,\n And they have taken another way,\n Was nearer by miles three.\n\n 49\n They rudely ran with all their might,\n Spar\u2019d neither dub nor mire,\n They stirred neither at laigh nor hight,\n No travel made them tire,\n\n 50\n Till they before the beggar wan,\n And coost them in his way;\n A little wood lay in a glen,\n And there they both did stay.\n\n 51\n They stood up closely by a tree,\n In ilk side of the gate,\n Until the beggar came them to,\n That thought not of such fate.\n\n 52\n And as he was betwixt them past,\n They leapt upon him baith;\n The one his pike-staff gripped fast,\n They feared for its scaith.\n\n 53\n The other he held in his sight\n A drawn dirk to his breast,\n And said, False carl, quit thy staff,\n Or I shall be thy priest.\n\n 54\n His pike-staff they have taken him frae,\n And stuck it in the green;\n He was full leath to let [it] gae,\n If better might have been.\n\n 55\n The beggar was the feardest man\n Of one that ever might be;\n To win away no way he can,\n Nor help him with his tree.\n\n 56\n He wist not wherefore he was tane,\n Nor how many was there;\n He thought his life-days had been gone,\n And grew into despair.\n\n 57\n \u2018Grant me my life,\u2019 the beggar said,\n \u2018For him that died on tree,\n And take away that ugly knife,\n Or then for fear I\u2019ll die.\n\n 58\n \u2018I grievd you never in all my life,\n By late nor yet by ayre;\n Ye have great sin, if ye should slay\n A silly poor beggar.\u2019\n\n 59\n \u2018Thou lies, false lown,\u2019 they said again,\n \u2018By all that may be sworn;\n Thou hast near slain the gentlest man\n That ever yet was born.\n\n 60\n \u2018And back again thou shalt be led,\n And fast bound shalt thou be,\n To see if he will have thee slain,\n Or hanged on a tree.\u2019\n\n 61\n The beggar then thought all was wrong;\n They were set for his wrack;\n He saw nothing appearing then\n But ill upon worse back.\n\n 62\n Were he out of their hands, he thought,\n And had again his tree,\n He should not be had back for nought,\n With such as he did see.\n\n 63\n Then he bethought him on a wile,\n If it could take effect,\n How he the young men might beguile,\n And give them a begeck.\n\n 64\n Thus for to do them shame or ill\n His beastly breast was bent;\n He found the wind grew something shril,\n To further his intent.\n\n 65\n He said, Brave gentlemen, be good,\n And let the poor man be;\n When ye have taken a beggar\u2019s blood,\n It helps you not a flee.\n\n 66\n It was but in my own defence,\n If he hath gotten skaith;\n But I will make a recompence,\n Much better for you baith.\n\n 67\n If ye will set me safe and free,\n And do me no danger,\n An hundred pounds I will you give,\n And much more good silver,\n\n 68\n That I have gathered these many years,\n Under this clouted cloak,\n And hid up wonder privately,\n In bottom of my pock.\n\n 69\n The young men to a council yeed,\n And let the beggar gae;\n They wist how well he had no speed\n From them to run away.\n\n 70\n They thought they would the money take,\n Come after what so may,\n And then they would not bring him back,\n But in that part him slay.\n\n 71\n By that good Robin would not know\n That they had gotten coin;\n It would content him for to show\n That there they had him slain.\n\n 72\n They said, False carl, soon have done\n And tell forth that money;\n For the ill turn thou hast done\n \u2019Tis but a simple fee.\n\n 73\n And yet we will not have thee back,\n Come after what so may,\n If thou will do that which thou spake,\n And make us present pay.\n\n 74\n O then he loosd his clouted cloak,\n And spread it on the ground,\n And thereon laid he many a pock,\n Betwixt them and the wind.\n\n 75\n He took a great bag from his hase;\n It was near full of meal;\n Two pecks in it at least there was,\n And more, I wot full well.\n\n 76\n Upon his cloak he laid it down,\n The mouth he opend wide,\n To turn the same he made him bown,\n The young men ready spy\u2019d.\n\n 77\n In every hand he took a nook\n Of that great leathern meal,\n And with a fling the meal he shook\n Into their faces hail.\n\n 78\n Wherewith he blinded them so close\n A stime they could not see;\n And then in heart he did rejoice,\n And clapt his lusty tree.\n\n 79\n He thought, if he had done them wrong\n In mealing of their cloaths,\n For to strike off the meal again\n With his pike-staff he goes.\n\n 80\n Or any one of them could red their eyne,\n Or yet a glimmering could see,\n Ilk ane of them a dozen had,\n Well laid on with the tree.\n\n 81\n The young men were right swift of foot,\n And boldly ran away;\n The beggar could them no more hit,\n For all the haste he may.\n\n 82\n \u2018What ails this haste?\u2019 the beggar said,\n \u2018May ye not tarry still,\n Until your money be receivd?\n I\u2019ll pay you with good will.\n\n 83\n \u2018The shaking of my pocks, I fear,\n Hath blown into your eyne;\n But I have a good pike-staff here\n Will ripe them out full clean.\u2019\n\n 84\n The young men answerd neer a word,\n They were dumb as a stane;\n In the thick wood the beggar fled,\n Eer they riped their eyne.\n\n 85\n And syne the night became so late,\n To seek him was but vain:\n But judge ye, if they looked blate\n When they came home again.\n\n 86\n Good Robin speard how they had sped;\n They answerd him, Full ill;\n \u2018That cannot be,\u2019 good Robin says;\n \u2018Ye have been at the mill.\n\n 87\n \u2018The mill it is a meatrif place,\n They may lick what they please;\n Most like ye have been at that art,\n Who would look to your cloaths.\u2019\n\n 88\n They hangd their heads, and droped down,\n A word they could not speak:\n Robin said, Because I fell a-swoon,\n I think you\u2019ll do the like.\n\n 89\n Tell on the matter, less and more,\n And tell me what and how\n Ye have done with the bold beggar\n I sent you for right now.\n\n 90\n And then they told him to an end,\n As I have said before,\n How that the beggar did them blind,\n What misters process more.\n\n 91\n And how he lin\u2019d their shoulders broad\n With his great trenchen tree,\n And how in the thick wood he fled,\n Eer they a stime could see.\n\n 92\n And how they scarcely could win home,\n Their bones were beft so sore:\n Good Robin cry\u2019d, Fy! out, for shame!\n We\u2019re sham\u2019d for evermore.\n\n 93\n Altho good Robin would full fain\n Of his wrong revenged be,\n He smil\u2019d to see his merry young men\n Had gotten a taste of the tree.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n The History of Robin Hood and the Beggar: in two Parts. Part I:\n Shewing how Robin Hood, in attempting to rob a Beggar near\n Barnesdale, was shamefully defeated, and left for dead, till\n taken up by three of his men. Part II: How the beggar blinded\n two of his men with a bag of meal, who were sent to kill him or\n bring him back.\n\n _Title prefixed to the ballad_: Robin Hood and the Beggar.\n\n _In stanzas of two long lines. After 30_: The Second Part.\n\n 22^3. arrows.\n\n 30^1. but sail: _that is_, but \u017fail.\n\n 38^3. you _for_ your.\n\n 41^2. ill a case: _which perhaps should be retained_.\n\n 46^1. and _for_ with.\n\n 46^4. the eild.\n\n 48^3. a another.\n\n 51^4. fate: #b#, late, _that is_, let.\n\n 53^3. quite.\n\n 65^4. fly: #b#, flee.\n\n 77^3. sling: _that is_, \u017fling.\n\n 79^3. strick.\n\n 89^2. where and.\n\n#b.#\n\n _In stanzas of two long lines._\n\n _Some of these readings may be Ritson\u2019s corrections._\n\n 1^2. That be.\n\n 2^4. a _wanting_.\n\n 3^2. Who _for_ That.\n\n 4^2. frae the.\n\n 5^2. whang.\n\n 5^3. to a.\n\n 7^1. cast.\n\n 8^3. heard him not.\n\n 8^4. on his.\n\n 9^1. \u2019Tis be.\n\n 9^3. said.\n\n 11^3. shares well.\n\n 11^4. dost not care.\n\n 12^1. all this.\n\n 12^3. would I.\n\n 13^1. you must.\n\n 13^2. two _wanting_.\n\n 14^1. art a.\n\n 15^2. asembled.\n\n 15^3. has.\n\n 16^1. Come lay.\n\n 17^3. if _wanting_.\n\n 20^4. Wouldst: it _wanting_.\n\n 21^4. Lo eer.\n\n 22^3. arrow.\n\n 24^{2,4}. mair, sair.\n\n 25^3. \u017flaps.\n\n 26^2. bai\u017ft.\n\n 26^3. laid on loud _for_ still on laid.\n\n 27^1. Fy _wanting_.\n\n 27^3. still till: money told.\n\n 28^4. hast been at the.\n\n 29^3. pale _for_ white.\n\n 30^1. but fail.\n\n 30^2. his way.\n\n 30^3. ye.\n\n 31^2. by the.\n\n 31^4. where that he lay.\n\n 33^2. wound.\n\n 34^1. gotten _for_ taken.\n\n 34^2. unto.\n\n 34^3. to hitch his ear.\n\n 34^4. speak.\n\n 35^1. said.\n\n 36^2. this twenty.\n\n 36^4. ye.\n\n 37^2. Of whom.\n\n 37^3. with his.\n\n 37^4. \u2018twill.\n\n 38^1. out _wanting_.\n\n 38^3. eer ye.\n\n 40^4. escape.\n\n 41^2. ill at ease.\n\n 42^3. And he.\n\n 43^1. ye, good _wanting_.\n\n 43^4. has.\n\n 44^5. ye.\n\n 45^3. hands lay.\n\n 45^4. Ye.\n\n 46^1. with his.\n\n 46^4. his eild.\n\n 47^3. no _wanting_.\n\n 47^4. Then he.\n\n 48^{1,2}. _wanting._\n\n 49^1. They stoutly.\n\n 49^3. They started at neither how nor height.\n\n 50^2. cast them.\n\n 51^2. In each.\n\n 51^3. them nigh.\n\n 51^4. thought of no such late.\n\n 54^3. let it.\n\n 54^4. An better might it been.\n\n 55^2. any _for_ one.\n\n 56^1. Nor wist he.\n\n 56^4. He _for_ And.\n\n 57^2. on the.\n\n 57^3. And hold.\n\n 57^4. Or else.\n\n 58^2. Neither by late or air.\n\n 58^3. You have great sin if you would.\n\n 59^2. For all.\n\n 59^4. Of one that eer.\n\n 60^1. shall.\n\n 62^3. led back.\n\n 63^3. he might the young men.\n\n 63^4. gave them a begack.\n\n 64^1. for _wanting_: for ill.\n\n 64^3. blew _for_ grew.\n\n 65^2. a poor.\n\n 65^4. flee.\n\n 66^2. has.\n\n 66^4. Is better.\n\n 67^1. fair and.\n\n 67^2. no more dear.\n\n 67^4. odd _for_ good.\n\n 68^1. this.\n\n 69^1. to the.\n\n 69^3. full well.\n\n 70^3. And yet: not take.\n\n 70^4. that place.\n\n 71^3. for _wanting_.\n\n 72^2. forth thy.\n\n 72^3. turn that.\n\n 72^4. It\u2019s: plee _for_ fee.\n\n 74^3. lay he.\n\n 75^1. half, _that is_, half.\n\n 76^1. this cloak: set it.\n\n 76^3. bound.\n\n 77^2. bag _for_ meal.\n\n 77^3. fling.\n\n 77^4. face all hail.\n\n 79^2. cloath.\n\n 79^3. strike.\n\n 80^1. Eer any of.\n\n 80^2. Or a glimmering might.\n\n 80^4. with his.\n\n 81^2. boldly bound.\n\n 82^1. What\u2019s all this.\n\n 82^2. May not thou.\n\n 83^4. Can ripe.\n\n 85^2. in vain.\n\n 87^1. meat rife part.\n\n 87^3. at the.\n\n 87^4. at your.\n\n 88^1. they drooped.\n\n 88^3. a sound.\n\n 88^4. ye.\n\n 89^1. less or.\n\n 89^2. what and.\n\n 90^1. And when.\n\n 90^4. presses _for_ process.\n\n 91^{1,2}. _wanting._\n\n 91^3. woods.\n\n 92^2. were baste.\n\n 93^2. his wrath.\n\n\n\n\n 135\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE SHEPHERD\n\n #a.# Garland of 1663, No 13.\n\n #b.# Garland of 1670, No 12.\n\n #c.# Wood, 401, leaf 13 b.\n\n #d.# Pepys, II, 115, No 102.\n\n\nRoxburghe, II, 392, III, 284; Douce, III, 115 b, by L. How, of the\neighteenth century. A manuscript copy in the British Museum, Add. 15072,\nfol. 59, is #a#, with omission of 12^2\u201315^4, and a few errors of\ncarelessness.\n\nPrinted in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood from #c# and one of the Roxburghe\nbroadsides. Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 136, seems to have\nfollowed the Aldermary garland, with slight deviation.\n\nRobin Hood, walking in the forest, finds a shepherd lying on the ground,\nand bids him rise and show what he has in his bottle and bag. The\nshepherd tells him that he shall not see a drop of his bottle until his\nvalor has been tried. Robin stakes twenty pound on the issue of a fight,\nand the shepherd his bag and bottle. They fight from ten to four, hook\nagainst sword. Robin Hood falls to the ground, and the shepherd calls on\nhim to own himself beaten. Robin demands the boon of three blasts on his\nhorn. These bring Little John, who undertakes the shepherd, and is so\nroughly handled that Robin is fain to yield his wager, to which Little\nJohn heartily agrees.\n\nIt is but the natural course of exaggeration that the shepherd, having\nbeaten Robin Hood, should beat Little John. This is descending low\nenough, but we do not see the bottom of this kind of balladry here.\n\nIn King Alfred and the Shepherd, Old Ballads, 1723, I, 43, stanzas 6\u201317,\nthe king plays Robin\u2019s part, fighting four hours with the Shepherd and\nthen craving a truce. Further on Alfred blows his horn. There are also\nverbal agreements.\n\n\n 1\n All gentlemen and yeomen good,\n Down a down a down a down\n I wish you to draw near;\n For a story of gallant brave Robin Hood\n Vnto you I wil declare.\n Down, etc.\n\n 2\n As Robin Hood walkt the forrest along,\n Some pastime for to spie,\n There was he aware of a jolly shepherd,\n That on the ground did lie.\n\n 3\n \u2018Arise, arise,\u2019 cryed jolly Robin,\n \u2018And now come let me see\n What is in thy bag and bottle, I say;\n Come tell it unto me.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018What\u2019s that to thee, thou proud fellow?\n Tell me as I do stand\n What thou hast to do with my bag and bottle?\n Let me see thy command.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018My sword, which hangeth by my side,\n Is my command I know;\n Come, and let me taste of thy bottle,\n Or it may breed thee wo.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Tut, the devil a drop, thou proud fellow,\n Of my bottle thou shalt see,\n Untill thy valour here be tried,\n Whether thou wilt fight or flee.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018What shall we fight for?\u2019 cries bold Robin Hood;\n \u2018Come tell it soon to me;\n Here is twenty pounds in good red gold;\n Win it, and take it thee.\u2019\n\n 8\n The Shepherd stood all in a maze,\n And knew not what to say:\n \u2018I have no money, thou proud fellow,\n But bag and bottle I\u2019le lay.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018I am content, thou shepherd-swain,\n Fling them down on the ground;\n But it will breed thee mickle pain,\n To win my twenty pound.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Come draw thy sword, thou proud fellow,\n Thou stands too long to prate;\n This hook of mine shall let thee know\n A coward I do hate.\u2019\n\n 11\n So they fell to it, full hardy and sore;\n It was on a summers day;\n From ten till four in the afternoon\n The Shepherd held him play.\n\n 12\n Robins buckler proved his chief defence,\n And saved him many a bang,\n For every blow the Shepherd gave\n Made Robins sword cry twang.\n\n 13\n Many a sturdy blow the Shepherd gave,\n And that bold Robin found,\n Till the blood ran trickling from his head;\n Then he fell to the ground.\n\n 14\n \u2018Arise, arise, thou proud fellow,\n And thou shalt have fair play,\n If thou wilt yield, before thou go,\n That I have won the day.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018A boon, a boon,\u2019 cried bold Robin;\n \u2018If that a man thou be,\n Then let me take my beaugle-horn,\n And blow but blasts three.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018To blow three times three,\u2019 the Shepherd said,\n \u2018I will not thee deny;\n For if thou shouldst blow till to-morrow morn,\n I scorn one foot to fly.\u2019\n\n 17\n Then Robin set his horn to his mouth,\n And he blew with mickle main,\n Until he espied Little John\n Come tripping over the plain.\n\n 18\n \u2018O who is yonder, thou proud fellow,\n That comes down yonder hill?\u2019\n \u2018Yonder is Little John, bold Robin Hoods man,\n Shall fight with thee thy fill.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018What is the matter?\u2019 saies Little John,\n \u2018Master, come tell to me:\u2019\n \u2018My case is great,\u2019 saies Robin Hood,\n \u2018For the Shepherd hath conquered me.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018I am glad of that,\u2019 cries Little John,\n \u2018Shepherd, turn thou to me;\n For a bout with thee I mean to have,\n Either come fight or flee.\u2019\n\n 21\n \u2018With all my heart, thou proud fellow,\n For it never shall be said\n That a shepherds hook of thy sturdy look\n Will one jot be dismaid.\u2019\n\n 22\n So they fell to it, full hardy and sore,\n Striving for victory;\n \u2018I will know,\u2019 saies John, \u2018ere we give ore,\n Whether thou wilt fight or flye.\u2019\n\n 23\n The Shepherd gave John a sturdy blow,\n With his hook under the chin;\n \u2018Beshrew thy heart,\u2019 said Little John,\n \u2018Thou basely dost begin.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018Nay, that\u2019s nothing,\u2019 said the Shepherd;\n \u2018Either yield to me the day,\n Or I will bang thee back and sides,\n Before thou goest thy way.\n\n 25\n \u2018What? dost thou think, thou proud fellow,\n That thou canst conquer me?\n Nay, thou shalt know, before thou go,\n I\u2019le fight before I\u2019le flee.\u2019\n\n 26\n With that to thrash Little John like mad\n The Shepherd he begun;\n \u2018Hold, hold,\u2019 cryed bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018And I\u2019le yield the wager won.\u2019\n\n 27\n \u2018With all my heart,\u2019 said Little John,\n \u2018To that I will agree;\n For he is the flower of shepherd-swains,\n The like I never did see.\u2019\n\n 28\n Thus have you heard of Robin Hood,\n Also of Little John,\n How a shepherd-swain did conquer them;\n The like did never none.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a#, #b#.\n\n Robin Hood and the Shepard: Shewing how Robin Hood, Little John\n and the Shepheard fought a sore combate.\n\n Tune is, Robin Hood and Queen Katherine.\n\n#a.#\n\n _Burden: a third_ a down _is not printed after the first line, but\n is after the last_.\n\n 4^3. hast thou.\n\n 5^4. thy wo.\n\n 7^2. Gome.\n\n 20^4. Eihter.\n\n 26^2. Sheherd.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Burden_: Down a down a down a down.\n\n _After_ 9^1, 21^4, With a, &c.\n\n 1^3. bold _for_ brave.\n\n 4^3. thou hast.\n\n 5^3. tast.\n\n 5^4. thee _for_ thy.\n\n 7^1. bold _wanting_.\n\n 7^3. pound.\n\n 10^2. standst.\n\n 12^1. chiefest.\n\n 13^3. tickling.\n\n 16^1. Then said the Shepherd to bold Robin.\n\n 16^2. _wanting._\n\n 17^1. Robin he.\n\n 18^3. Little _wanting_.\n\n 19^3. is very bad, cries.\n\n 26^1. Again the Shepherd laid on him.\n\n 26^4. And _wanting_: I will.\n\n 27^4. I did never.\n\n 28^4. was never known.\n\n#c.#\n\n Robin Hood and the Shepheard: Shewing how Robin Hood, Little John\n and the Shepheard fought a sore combat.\n\n The Shepherd fought for twenty pound,\n And Robin for bottle and bag,\n But the Shepheard stout gave them the rout\n So sore they could not wag.\n\n The tune is Robin and Queen Katherine.\n\n London, Printed for John Andrews, at the White Lion, in\n Pie-Corner. (1660.)\n\n _Burden_: Down a down a down a down.\n\n 1^3. bold _for_ brave.\n\n 4^3. thou hast.\n\n 5^4. my wo.\n\n 8^1. amaze.\n\n 11^3. four till ten.\n\n 12^1. chiefest.\n\n 13^4. And then.\n\n 16^1. _wanting._\n\n 19^3. cries _for_ saies.\n\n 19^4. hath beaten.\n\n 22^3. ile know saith.\n\n 22^4. flee.\n\n 25^1. doest.\n\n 26^1. _wanting._\n\n 26^2. began.\n\n 26^4. And _wanting_: I will.\n\n 27^3. Shepheards.\n\n 27^4. I did never.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in #a#, #b#._\n\n Printed for William Thackeray, at the Angel in Duck Lane. (1689.)\n\n _Burden_: Down a down down.\n\n 1^3. bold _for_ brave.\n\n 2^3. he was.\n\n 4^3. hast thou, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 5^1. that _for_ which.\n\n 5^4. thy woe, _as in_ #a#.\n\n 6^1. Tut _wanting_.\n\n 7^1. bold _wanting_.\n\n 7^3. pound.\n\n 10^2. standest.\n\n 11^1. hard.\n\n 12^1. chiefest.\n\n 15^3. beagle.\n\n 16^1. Then said the Shepherd to bold Robin.\n\n 16^2. To that will I agree.\n\n 16^4. flee.\n\n 17^1. he set.\n\n 17^2. with might and main.\n\n 18^3. Little _wanting_.\n\n 19^3. bad cries.\n\n 21^2. shall never.\n\n 21^3. at thy.\n\n 22^4. flee.\n\n 24^3. thy _for_ thee.\n\n 26^1. Again the Shepherd laid on him.\n\n 26^2. began.\n\n 26^3. Hood _wanting_.\n\n 26^4. And _wanting_: I will.\n\n 27^4. I did never.\n\n 28^4. The like was never known.\n\n\n\n\n 136\n\n ROBIN HOOD\u2019S DELIGHT\n\n (ROBIN HOOD, JOHN, SCARLOCK AND THREE KEEPERS)\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 41 b.\n\n #b.# Garland of 1663, No 17.\n\n #c.# Garland of 1670, No 16.\n\n #d.# Pepys, II, 112, No 99.\n\n\nRitson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 116, from #a#, with changes. Evans, Old\nBallads, 1777, 1784, I, 176.\n\nRobin Hood, Scarlock, and John, walking in Sherwood, are charged to\nstand by three of King Henry\u2019s keepers. There is a fight from eight till\ntwo o\u2019clock, in which the outlaws are at some disadvantage. Robin asks\nthat he may blow his horn, then he will fight again. The keepers refuse;\nhe must fall on or yield. Robin owns them to be stout fellows; he will\nnot fight it out there with swords, but at Nottingham with sack. They go\nto Nottingham accordingly, and drink themselves good friends.\n\nThe Bold Pedlar and Robin Hood, No 132, a late traditional copy, shows\ntraces of st. 20 of this ballad in st. 12, where the Pedlar says it lies\nwith him whether he will tell his name, and again at the end, where\nRobin Hood, John, and the Pedlar drink friendship at the tavern. Robin\nHood\u2019s antagonists are again foresters and keepers in the Progress to\nNottingham, and in Robin Hood and the Ranger. There are numerous verbal\nagreements between Robin Hood\u2019s Delight and Robin Hood and the Shepherd.\n\n\nTranslated by Lo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 199.\n\n\n 1\n There is some will talk of lords and knights,\n Doun a doun a doun a doun\n And some of yeoman good,\n But I will tell you of Will Scarlock,\n Little John and Robin Hood.\n Doun a doun a doun a doun\n\n 2\n They were outlaws, as \u2019tis well known,\n And men of a noble blood;\n And a many a time was their valour shown\n In the forrest of merry Sheerwood.\n\n 3\n Vpon a time it chanced so,\n As Robin Hood would have it be,\n They all three would a walking go,\n Some pastime for to see.\n\n 4\n And as they walked the forest along,\n Upon a midsummer day,\n There was they aware of three keepers,\n Clade all in green aray.\n\n 5\n With brave long faucheons by their sides,\n And forest-bills in hand,\n They calld aloud to those bold outlaws,\n And charged them to stand.\n\n 6\n \u2018Why, who are you,\u2019 cry\u2019d bold Robin,\n \u2018That speaks so boldly here? \u2019\n \u2018We three belong to King Henry,\n And are keepers of his deer.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018The devil thou art!\u2019 sayes Robin Hood,\n \u2018I am sure that it is not so;\n We be the keepers of this forest,\n And that you soon shall know.\n\n 8\n \u2018Come, your coats of green lay on the ground,\n And so will we all three,\n And take your swords and bucklers round,\n And try the victory.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018We be content,\u2019 the keepers said,\n \u2018We be three, and you no less;\n Then why should we be of you afraid,\n And we never did transgress?\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Why, if you be three keepers in this forest,\n Then we be three rangers good,\n And we will make you to know, before you do go,\n You meet with bold Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018We be content, thou bold outlaw,\n Our valour here to try,\n And we will make you know, before we do go,\n We will fight before we will fly.\n\n 12\n \u2018Then, come draw your swords, you bold outlaws,\n And no longer stand to prate,\n But let us try it out with blows,\n For cowards we do hate.\n\n 13\n \u2018Here is one of us for Will Scarlock,\n And another for Little John,\n And I my self for Robin Hood,\n Because he is stout and strong.\u2019\n\n 14\n So they fell to it full hard and sore;\n It was on a midsummers day;\n From eight a clock till two and past,\n They all shewed gallant play.\n\n 15\n There Robin, and Will, and Little John,\n They fought most manfully,\n Till all their winde was spent and gone,\n Then Robin aloud did cry:\n\n 16\n \u2018O hold, O hold,\u2019 cries bold Robin,\n \u2018I see you be stout men;\n Let me blow one blast on my bugle-horn,\n Then I\u2019le fight with you again.\u2019\n\n 17\n \u2018That bargain\u2019s to make, bold Robin Hood,\n Therefore we it deny;\n Though a blast upon thy bugle-horn\n Cannot make us fight nor fly.\n\n 18\n \u2018Therefore fall on, or else be gone,\n And yield to us the day:\n It shall never be said that we were afraid\n Of thee, nor thy yeomen gay.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018If that be so,\u2019 cries bold Robin,\n \u2018Let me but know your names,\n And in the forest of merry Sheerwood\n I shall extol your fames.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018And with our names,\u2019 one of them said,\n \u2018What hast thou here to do?\n Except that you will fight it out,\n Our names thou shalt not know.\u2019\n\n 21\n \u2018We will fight no more,\u2019 sayes bold Robin,\n \u2018You be men of valour stout;\n Come and go with me to Nottingham,\n And there we will fight it out.\n\n 22\n \u2018With a but of sack we will bang it out,\n To see who wins the day;\n And for the cost, make you no doubt\n I have gold and money to pay\n\n 23\n \u2018And ever after, so long as we live,\n We all will brethren be;\n For I love those men with heart and hand\n That will fight, and never flee.\u2019\n\n 24\n So away they went to Nottingham,\n With sack to make amends;\n For three dayes space they wine did chase,\n And drank themselves good friends.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Robin Hood\u2019s Delight, or, A merry combat fought between Robin\n Hood, Little John and Will Scarelock and three stout Keepers in\n Sheerwood Forrest.\n\n Robin was valiant and stout, so was Scarelock and John, in the\n field,\n But these keepers stout did give them the rout, and made them all\n for to yield;\n But after the battel ended was, bold Robin did make them amends,\n For claret and sack they did not lack, so drank themselves good\n friends.\n\n To the tune of Robin Hood and Quene Katherine, or, Robin Hood and\n the Shepheard.\n\n London, Printed for John Andrews, at the White Lion, near Pye\n Corner. (1660.)\n\n#b#, #c#.\n\n _Title the same, without the verses_: Scarlet _for_ Scarelock.\n\n 1^2. #b#, yeomen.\n\n 1^3, 13^1. Scarlet.\n\n 2^1. it is.\n\n 2^3. And many.\n\n 4^3. was he: #c#, forresters _for_ keepers.\n\n 5^1. side.\n\n 5^2. #c#, forrests bils.\n\n 5^3. #c#, bold _wanting_.\n\n 7^1. #b#, bold Robin, Hood _wanting_: #c#, said Robin Hood.\n\n 7^2. #b#, it _wanting_: #c#, that _wanting_.\n\n 10^4. met.\n\n 11^3. do _wanting_.\n\n 11^4. #b.# wee\u2019l.\n\n 16^1. #c.# thy hand cryes.\n\n 17^1. is.\n\n 19^3. #c.# in that.\n\n 19^4. #b.# I will.\n\n 20^3. thou wilt.\n\n 23^1. hereafter.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in_ #b#, #c#, _except_: fought against.\n\n Printed for William Thackeray, at the Angel in Duck Lane. (1689.)\n\n 1^1. There\u2019s.\n\n 1^2. yeomen.\n\n 1^3, 13^1. Scarlet.\n\n 2^3. And many.\n\n 4^3. forresters _for_ keepers.\n\n 5^3. bold _wanting_.\n\n 6^2. speak.\n\n 7^1. said.\n\n 7^2. that _wanting_.\n\n 7^3. the _wanting_: in _for_ of.\n\n 8^1. Come _wanting_.\n\n 9^2. you _wanting_.\n\n 9^3. we of you be.\n\n 10^1. the _for_ three.\n\n 10^3. we\u2019l: to _wanting_.\n\n 11^3. _first_ we, do _wanting_.\n\n 14^1. hardy.\n\n 15^3. spend.\n\n 16^3. with my beagle.\n\n 17^1. is.\n\n 17^3. Thy blast: beagle.\n\n 18^3. never shall: we are.\n\n 20^3. thou wilt.\n\n 23^1. hereafter.\n\n 23^3. these.\n\n\n\n\n 137\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE PEDLARS\n\n \u2018Robinhood and the Peddlers,\u2019 the fourth ballad in a MS. formerly in\n the possession of J. Payne Collier, now in the British Museum;\n previously printed in Gutch\u2019s Robin Hood, II, 351.\n\n\nThe manuscript in which this ballad occurs contains a variety of\nmatters, and, as the best authority[113] has declared, may in part have\nbeen written as early as 1650, but all the ballads are in a\nnineteenth-century hand, and some of them are maintained to be\nforgeries. I see no sufficient reason for regarding this particular\npiece as spurious, and therefore, though I should be glad to be rid of\nit, accept it for the present as perhaps a copy of a broadside, or a\ncopy of a copy.\n\nThe story resembles that of Robin Hood\u2019s Delight, pedlars taking the\nplace of keepers; but Robin is reduced to an ignominy paralleled only in\nthe second ballad of Robin Hood and the Beggar. Robin Hood, accompanied\nby Scarlet and John, bids three pedlars stand. They pay no heed, and he\nsends an arrow through the pack of one of them. Hereupon they throw down\ntheir packs and wait for their assailants to come up. Robin\u2019s bow is\nbroken by a blow from a staff of one of the pedlars. Robin calls a truce\nuntil he and his men can get staves. There is then an equal fight, the\nend of which is that Robin Hood is knocked senseless and left in a\nswoon, tended by Scarlet and John. But before the pedlars set forward,\nKit o Thirske, the best man of the three, and the one who has fought\nwith Robin, administers a balsam to his fallen foe, which he says will\nheal his hurts, but which operates unpleasantly.\n\nThirsk is about twenty miles from York, in the North Riding.\n\n\n 1\n Will you heare a tale of Robin Hood,\n Will Scarlett, and Little John?\n Now listen awhile, it will make you smile,\n As before it hath many done.\n\n 2\n They were archers three, of hie degree,\n As good as ever drewe bowe;\n Their arrowes were long and their armes were strong,\n As most had cause to knowe.\n\n 3\n But one sommers day, as they toke their way\n Through the forrest of greene Sherwood,\n To kill the kings deare, you shall presently heare\n What befell these archers good.\n\n 4\n They were ware on the roade of three peddlers with loade,\n Ffor each had his packe,\n Ffull of all wares for countrie faires,\n Trusst up upon his backe.\n\n 5\n A good oke staffe, a yard and a halfe,\n Each one had in his hande;\n And they were all bound to Nottingham towne,\n As you shall understand.\n\n 6\n \u2018Yonder I see bolde peddlers three,\u2019\n Said Robin to Scarlett and John;\n \u2018We\u2019le search their packes upon their backes\n Before that they be gone.\n\n 7\n \u2018Holla, good fellowes!\u2019 quod Robin Hood,\n \u2018Whither is it ye doe goe?\n Now stay and rest, for that is the best,\n \u2019Tis well ye should doe soe.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Noe rest we neede, on our roade we speede,\n Till to Nottingham we get:\u2019\n \u2018Thou tellst a lewde lye,\u2019 said Robin, \u2018for I\n Can see that ye swinke and swet.\u2019\n\n 9\n The peddlers three crosst over the lee,\n They did not list to fight:\n \u2018I charge you tarrie,\u2019 quod Robin, \u2018for marry,\n This is my owne land by right.\n\n 10\n \u2018This is my mannor and this is my parke,\n I would have ye for to knowe;\n Ye are bolde outlawes, I see by cause\n Ye are so prest to goe.\u2019\n\n 11\n The peddlers three turned round to see\n Who it might be they herd;\n Then agen went on as they list to be gone,\n And never answered word.\n\n 12\n Then toke Robin Hood an arrow so good,\n Which he did never lacke,\n And drew his bowe, and the swift arrowe\n Went through the last peddlers packe.\n\n 13\n Ffor him it was well on the packe it fell,\n Or his life had found an ende;\n And it pierst the skin of his backe within,\n Though the packe did stand his frend.\n\n 14\n Then downe they flung their packes eche one,\n And stayde till Robin came:\n Quod Robin, I saide ye had better stayde;\n Good sooth, ye were to blame.\n\n 15\n \u2018And who art thou? by S. Crispin, I vowe\n I\u2019le quickly cracke thy head!\u2019\n Cried Robin, Come on, all three, or one;\n It is not so soone done as said.\n\n 16\n My name, by the roode, is Robin Hood,\n And this is Scarlett and John;\n It is three to three, ye may plainelie see,\n Soe now, brave fellowes, laye on.\n\n 17\n The first peddlars blowe brake Robins bowe\n That he had in his hand;\n And Scarlett and John, they eche had one\n That they unneath could stand.\n\n 18\n \u2018Now holde your handes,\u2019 cride Robin Hood,\n \u2018Ffor ye have got oken staves;\n But tarie till wee can get but three,\n And a fig for all your braves.\u2019\n\n 19\n Of the peddlers the first, his name Kit o Thirske,\n Said, We are all content;\n Soe eche tooke a stake for his weapon, to make\n The peddlers to repent.\n\n 20\n Soe to it they fell, and their blowes did ring well\n Uppon the others backes;\n And gave the peddlers cause to wish\n They had not cast their packes.\n\n 21\n Yet the peddlers three of their blowes were so free\n That Robin began for to rue;\n And Scarlett and John had such loade laide on\n It made the sunne looke blue.\n\n 22\n At last Kits oke caught Robin a stroke\n That made his head to sound;\n He staggerd, and reelde, till he fell on the fielde,\n And the trees with him went round.\n\n 23\n \u2018Now holde your handes,\u2019 cride Little John,\n And soe said Scarlett eke;\n \u2018Our maister is slaine, I tell you plaine,\n He never more will speake.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018Now, heaven forefend he come to that ende,\u2019\n Said Kit, \u2018I love him well;\n But lett him learne to be wise in turne,\n And not with pore peddlers mell.\n\n 25\n \u2018In my packe, God wot, I a balsame have got\n That soone his hurts will heale;\u2019\n And into Robin Hoods gaping mouth\n He presentlie powrde some deale.\n\n 26\n \u2018Now fare ye well, tis best not to tell\n How ye three peddlers met;\n Or if ye doe, prithee tell alsoe\n How they made ye swinke and swett.\u2019\n\n 27\n Poore Robin in sound they left on the ground,\n And hied them to Nottingham,\n While Scarlett and John Robin tended on,\n Till at length his senses came.\n\n 28\n Noe soone[r], in haste, did Robin Hood taste\n The balsame he had tane,\n Than he gan to spewe, and up he threwe\n The balsame all againe.\n\n 29\n And Scarlett and John, who were looking on\n Their maister as he did lie,\n Had their faces besmeard, both eies and beard,\n Therewith most piteously.\n\n 30\n Thus ended that fray; soe beware alwaye\n How ye doe challenge foes;\n Looke well aboute they are not to stoute,\n Or you may have worst of the blowes.\n\n\n\n\n 138\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN A DALE\n\n #a.# \u2018Robin Hood and Allin of Dale,\u2019 Douce, II, leaf 185.\n\n #b.# \u2018Robin Hood and Allin of Dale,\u2019 Pepys, II, 110, No 97.\n\n #c.# \u2018Robin Hood and Allen a Dale,\u2019 Douce, III, 119 b.\n\n\nPrinted in A Collection of Old Ballads, 1723, II, 44, and Evans\u2019s Old\nBallads, 1777, 1784, I, 126, after a copy very near to #c#. In Ritson\u2019s\nRobin Hood, 1795, II, 46, probably after Roxburghe II, 394. Not included\nin the garlands of 1663, 1670; in a garland of 1749, the Aldermary\ngarland, R. Marshall, and the Lichfield, M. Morgan, both not dated, No\n8; in the York garland, 1811, No 9. In the Kinloch MSS, V, 183, there is\na copy, derived from the broadside, but Scotticised, and improved in the\nprocess.\n\nA young man, Allen a Dale, whom Robin Hood has seen passing, one day\nsinging and the next morning sighing, is stopped by Little John and the\nMiller\u2019s Son, and brought before their master, who asks him if he has\nany money. He has five shillings and a ring, and was to have been\nmarried the day before, but his bride has been given to an old knight.\nRobin asks what he will give to get his true-love. All that he can give\nis his faithful service. Robin goes to the church and declares the match\nnot fit: the bride shall choose for herself. He blows his horn, and\nfour-and-twenty of his men appear, the foremost of whom is Allen a Dale.\nRobin tells Allen that he shall be married on the spot. The bishop says\nno; there must be three askings. Robin puts the bishop\u2019s coat on Little\nJohn, and Little John asks seven times. Robin gives Allen the maid, and\nbids the man take her away that dare.\n\nThe ballad, it will be observed, is first found in broadside copies of\nthe latter half of the seventeenth century. The story is told of\nScarlock in the life of Robin Hood in Sloane MS, 715, 7, fol. 157, of\nthe end of the sixteenth century; Thoms, Early Prose Romances, II, p.\n39.\n\n\u201cScarlock he induced [to become one of his company] upon this occacion.\nOne day meting him as he walked solitary and lyke to a man forlorne,\nbecause a mayd to whom he was affyanced was taken from [him] by the\nviolence of her frends, and given to another, that was auld and welthy;\nwhereupon Robin, understandyng when the maryage-day should be, came to\nthe church as a beggar, and having his company not far of, which came in\nso sone as they hard the sound of his horne, he \u2018took\u2019 the bryde\nperforce from him that was in hand to have maryed her, and caused the\npreist to wed her and Scarlocke togeyther.\u201d\n\n\nTranslated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 146.\n\n\n 1\n Come listen to me, you gallants so free,\n All you that loves mirth for to hear,\n And I will you tell of a bold outlaw,\n That lived in Nottinghamshire. (_bis_.)\n\n 2\n As Robin Hood in the forrest stood,\n All under the green-wood tree,\n There was he ware of a brave young man,\n As fine as fine might be.\n\n 3\n The youngster was clothed in scarlet red,\n In scarlet fine and gay,\n And he did frisk it over the plain,\n And chanted a roundelay.\n\n 4\n As Robin Hood next morning stood,\n Amongst the leaves so gay,\n There did he espy the same young man\n Come drooping along the way.\n\n 5\n The scarlet he wore the day before,\n It was clean cast away;\n And every step he fetcht a sigh,\n \u2018Alack and a well a day!\u2019\n\n 6\n Then stepped forth brave Little John,\n And Nick the millers son,\n Which made the young man bend his bow,\n When as he see them come.\n\n 7\n \u2018Stand off, stand off,\u2019 the young man said,\n \u2018What is your will with me?\u2019\n \u2018You must come before our master straight,\n Vnder yon green-wood tree.\u2019\n\n 8\n And when he came bold Robin before,\n Robin askt him courteously,\n O hast thou any money to spare\n For my merry men and me?\n\n 9\n \u2018I have no money,\u2019 the young man said,\n \u2018But five shillings and a ring;\n And that I have kept this seven long years,\n To have it at my wedding.\n\n 10\n \u2018Yesterday I should have married a maid,\n But she is now from me tane,\n And chosen to be an old knights delight,\n Whereby my poor heart is slain.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018What is thy name?\u2019 then said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Come tell me, without any fail:\u2019\n \u2018By the faith of my body,\u2019 then said the young man,\n \u2018My name it is Allin a Dale.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018What wilt thou give me,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018In ready gold or fee,\n To help thee to thy true-love again,\n And deliver her unto thee?\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018I have no money,\u2019 then quoth the young man,\n \u2018No ready gold nor fee,\n But I will swear upon a book\n Thy true servant for to be.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018How many miles is it to thy true-love?\n Come tell me without any guile:\u2019\n \u2018By the faith of my body,\u2019 then said the young man,\n \u2018It is but five little mile.\u2019\n\n 15\n Then Robin he hasted over the plain,\n He did neither stint nor lin,\n Vntil he came unto the church\n Where Allin should keep his wedding.\n\n 16\n \u2018What dost thou do here?\u2019 the bishop he said,\n \u2018I prethee now tell to me:\u2019\n \u2018I am a bold harper,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018And the best in the north countrey.\u2019\n\n 17\n \u2018O welcome, O welcome,\u2019 the bishop he said,\n \u2018That musick best pleaseth me;\u2019\n \u2018You shall have no musick,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018Till the bride and the bridegroom I see.\u2019\n\n 18\n With that came in a wealthy knight,\n Which was both grave and old,\n And after him a finikin lass,\n Did shine like glistering gold.\n\n 19\n \u2018This is no fit match,\u2019 quoth bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018That you do seem to make here;\n For since we are come unto the church,\n The bride she shall chuse her own dear.\u2019\n\n 20\n Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth,\n And blew blasts two or three;\n When four and twenty bowmen bold\n Came leaping over the lee.\n\n 21\n And when they came into the church-yard,\n Marching all on a row,\n The first man was Allin a Dale,\n To give bold Robin his bow.\n\n 22\n \u2018This is thy true-love,\u2019 Robin he said,\n \u2018Young Allin, as I hear say;\n And you shall be married at this same time,\n Before we depart away.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018That shall not be,\u2019 the bishop he said,\n \u2018For thy word shall not stand;\n They shall be three times askt in the church,\n As the law is of our land.\u2019\n\n 24\n Robin Hood pulld off the bishops coat,\n And put it upon Little John;\n \u2018By the faith of my body,\u2019 then Robin said,\n \u2018This cloath doth make thee a man.\u2019\n\n 25\n When Little John went into the quire,\n The people began for to laugh;\n He askt them seven times in the church,\n Least three times should not be enough.\n\n 26\n \u2018Who gives me this maid,\u2019 then said Little John;\n Quoth Robin, That do I,\n And he that doth take her from Allin a Dale\n Full dearly he shall her buy.\n\n 27\n And thus having ended this merry wedding,\n The bride lookt as fresh as a queen,\n And so they returnd to the merry green wood,\n Amongst the leaves so green.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Robin Hood and Allin of Dale: Or, a pleasant relation how a young\n gentleman being in love with a young damsel, which was taken\n from him to be an old knight\u2019s bride, and how Robin Hood,\n pittying the young mans case, took her from the old knight, when\n they were going to be marryed, and restored her to her own true\n love again.\n\n Bold Robin Hood he did the young man right,\n And took the damsel from the doteing knight.\n\n To a pleasant northern tune, or, Robin Hood in the green wood\n stood.\n\n With allowance. Printed for F. Cole, T. Vere, J. Wright and J.\n Clarke. (Coles, Vere and Wright, 1655\u201380, J. Clarke, 1650\u201382:\n _Chappell_.)\n\n 11^4. Alllin.\n\n 18^1. wealhty.\n\n 22^3. marrid.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title, etc., as in_ #a#.\n\n With allowance. Printed for Alex. Milbourn, in Green-Arbor-Court,\n in the Little-Old-Baily. (Alexander Milbourne 1670\u201397:\n _Chappell_.)\n\n 1^3. tell you.\n\n 2^3. he was aware.\n\n 10^2. she was from me tane.\n\n 16^1. dost thou here.\n\n 16^2. unto.\n\n 18^4. like the.\n\n 19^1. not a fit: qd.\n\n 25^2. for _wanting_.\n\n 26^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 26^3. And _wanting_.\n\n 27^1. having ende of.\n\n 27^2. lookt like a.\n\n#c.#\n\n Robin Hood and Allen a Dale: Or, the manner of Robin Hood\u2019s\n rescuing a young lady from an old knight to whom she was going\n to be married, and restoring her to Allen a Dale, her former\n love.\n\n To the tune of Robin Hood in the green wood.\n\n _No printer._ Sold in Bow-Church-Yard, London.\n\n 1^3. tell you.\n\n 2^3. aware.\n\n 4^3. spy.\n\n 5^2. quite _for_ clean.\n\n 6^2. Midge _for_ Nick.\n\n 9^3. these seven.\n\n 10^2. she was from me taen.\n\n 11^2. any _wanting_.\n\n 13^4. for _wanting_.\n\n 16^1. do _wanting_: then _for_ he.\n\n 16^2. unto me.\n\n 17^1. then _for_ he.\n\n 18^4. Who shone like the glittering.\n\n 19^1. not a fit.\n\n 19^4. she _wanting_.\n\n 22^3. at the.\n\n 24^3. Robin he.\n\n 24^4. This coat.\n\n 25^1. to _for_ into.\n\n 25^2. for _wanting_.\n\n 26^1. me _wanting_: maid, says.\n\n 27^2. bride she lookd like a.\n\n\n\n\n 139\n\n ROBIN HOOD\u2019S PROGRESS TO NOTTINGHAM\n\n #a.# Wood, 402, leaf 14 b. #b.# Wood, 401, leaf 37 b. #c.# Garland of\n 1663, No 2. #d.# Garland of 1670, No 1. #e.# Pepys, II, 104, No 92.\n\n\nThis piece occurs also in the Roxburghe Ballads, III, 270, 845, the\nDouce, III, 120, was among Heber\u2019s ballads (a copy by W. Onley), and is\nprobably in all collections of broadsides.\n\n#a# or #b# was printed by Ritson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 12. A copy in\nEvans\u2019s Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 96, is later, and very like Douce,\nIII, 120.\n\nWhen Robin Hood is but fifteen years of age, he falls in with fifteen\nforesters who are drinking together at Nottingham. They hear with scorn\nthat he intends to take part in a shooting-match. He wagers with them\nthat he will kill a hart at a hundred rod, and does this. They refuse to\npay, and bid him begone if he would save his sides from a basting. Robin\nkills them all with his bow; people come out from Nottingham to take\nhim, but get very much hurt. Robin goes to the green wood; the townsmen\nbury the foresters.\n\nThis is evidently a comparatively late ballad, but has not come down to\nus in its oldest form. The story is told to the following effect in the\nlife of Robin Hood in Sloane MS. 715, 7, fol. 157, written, as it seems,\nsays Ritson, towards the end of the sixteenth century. Robin Hood, going\ninto a forest with a bow of extraordinary strength, fell in with some\nrangers, or woodmen, who gibed at him for pretending to use a bow such\nas no man could shoot with. Robin said that he had two better, and that\nthe one he had with him was only a \u201cbirding-bow\u201d; nevertheless he would\nlay his head against a certain sum of money that he would kill a deer\nwith it at a great distance. When the chance offered, one of the rangers\nsought to disconcert him by reminding him that he would lose his head if\nhe missed his mark. Robin won the wager, and gave every man his money\nback except the one who had tried to fluster him. A quarrel followed,\nwhich ended with Robin\u2019s killing them all, and consequently betaking\nhimself to life in the woods. Thoms, Early Prose Romances, II, Robin\nHood, 37 ff.\n\nDouce notes in his copy of Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood (Bodleian Library) the\nsecond stanza of this ballad as it is cited in the Duke of Newcastle\u2019s\nplay, \u2018The Varietie\u2019:\n\n When Robin came to Nottingham,\n His dinner all for to dine,\n There met him fifteen jolly foresters,\n Were drinking ale and wine.\n\n Gutch\u2019s Robin Hood, II, 123.\n\n\nTranslated by A. Gr\u00fcn, p. 61; Doenniges, p. 170.\n\n\n 1\n Robin Hood hee was and a tall young man,\n Derry derry down\n And fifteen winters old,\n And Robin Hood he was a proper young man,\n Of courage stout and bold.\n Hey down derry derry down\n\n 2\n Robin Hood he would and to fair Nottingham,\n With the general for to dine;\n There was he ware of fifteen forresters,\n And a drinking bear, ale, and wine.\n\n 3\n \u2018What news? What news?\u2019 said bold Robin Hood;\n \u2018What news, fain wouldest thou know?\n Our king hath provided a shooting-match:\u2019\n \u2018And I\u2019m ready with my bow.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018We hold it in scorn,\u2019 then said the forresters,\n \u2018That ever a boy so young\n Should bear a bow before our king,\n That\u2019s not able to draw one string.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018I\u2019le hold you twenty marks,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018By the leave of Our Lady,\n That I\u2019le hit a mark a hundred rod,\n And I\u2019le cause a hart to dye.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018We\u2019l hold you twenty mark,\u2019 then said the forresters,\n \u2018By the leave of Our Lady,\n Thou hitst not the marke a hundred rod,\n Nor causest a hart to dye.\u2019\n\n 7\n Robin Hood he bent up a noble bow,\n And a broad arrow he let flye,\n He hit the mark a hundred rod,\n And he caused a hart to dy.\n\n 8\n Some said hee brake ribs one or two,\n And some said hee brake three;\n The arrow within the hart would not abide,\n But it glanced in two or three.\n\n 9\n The hart did skip, and the hart did leap,\n And the hart lay on the ground;\n \u2018The wager is mine,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018If \u2019twere for a thousand pound.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018The wager\u2019s none of thine,\u2019 then said the forresters,\n \u2018Although thou beest in haste;\n Take up thy bow, and get thee hence,\n Lest wee thy sides do baste.\u2019\n\n 11\n Robin Hood hee took up his noble bow,\n And his broad arrows all amain,\n And Robin Hood he laught, and begun to smile,\n As hee went over the plain.\n\n 12\n Then Robin Hood hee bent his noble bow,\n And his broad arrows he let flye,\n Till fourteen of these fifteen forresters\n Vpon the ground did lye.\n\n 13\n He that did this quarrel first begin\n Went tripping over the plain;\n But Robin Hood he bent his noble bow,\n And hee fetcht him back again.\n\n 14\n \u2018You said I was no archer,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018But say so now again;\u2019\n With that he sent another arrow\n That split his head in twain.\n\n 15\n \u2018You have found mee an archer,\u2019 saith Robin Hood,\n \u2018Which will make your wives for to wring,\n And wish that you had never spoke the word,\n That I could not draw one string.\u2019\n\n 16\n The people that lived in fair Nottingham\n Came runing out amain,\n Supposing to have taken bold Robin Hood,\n With the forresters that were slain.\n\n 17\n Some lost legs, and some lost arms,\n And some did lose their blood,\n But Robin Hood hee took up his noble bow,\n And is gone to the merry green wood.\n\n 18\n They carryed these forresters into fair Nottingham,\n As many there did know;\n They digd them graves in their church-yard,\n And they buried them all a row.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a#, #b#.\n\n Robin Hoods Progresse to Nottingham,\n\n Where hee met with fifteen forresters, all on a row,\n And hee desired of them some news for to know,\n But with crosse graind words they did him thwart,\n For which at last hee made them smart.\n\n To the tune of Bold Robin Hood.\n\n#a.#\n\n London, Printed for Fran. Grove. And entred according to order.\n (1620\u201355: _Chappell._)\n\n#b.#\n\n London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright. (1655\u201380:\n _Chappell._)\n\n _3. Commonly punctuated as if spoken entirely by Robin. There\n would certainly be an antecedent probability against three\n speeches in one stanza, in an older ballad._\n\n#c#, #d#.\n\n Robin Hoods Progress to Notingham, where he slew fifteen\n Forresters. To the tune of Bold Robin Hood.\n\n#c.#\n\n 6^3. an.\n\n 7^3. a mark.\n\n 15^3. spake.\n\n#d.#\n\n 7^3. an hundred.\n\n 11^3. began.\n\n 12^3. of the.\n\n 14^2. say you so.\n\n 14^3. he another arrnw let fly.\n\n 18^1. to fair.\n\n#e.#\n\n _Title as in #a#, #b#, above, with these variations in the verse_:\n\n 2, news to. 3, And with. 4, them for to.\n\n Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. (1670\u201382?)\n\n 1^1. and _wanting_.\n\n 2^1. would unto.\n\n 2^3. aware.\n\n 4^1. scorn said bold R. Hood.\n\n 5^3. the mark an.\n\n 5^4, 7^4. one hart.\n\n 6^1. marks.\n\n 6^3. That thou: an.\n\n 7^3. an.\n\n 8^2. some say.\n\n 8^3. in _for_ within.\n\n 11^2. all _wanting_.\n\n 11^3. began.\n\n 14^4. Which split.\n\n 15^1. said.\n\n 15^2. for _wanting_.\n\n 15^3. wish you ne\u2019r had.\n\n 17^3. R. Hood he bent.\n\n 18^3. yards.\n\n 18^4. all on a row.\n\n\n\n\n 140\n\n ROBIN HOOD RESCUING THREE SQUIRES\n\n #A.# Percy MS., p. 5; Hales and Furnivall, I, 13; Jamieson\u2019s Popular\n Ballads, II, 49.\n\n #B. a.# \u2018Robin Hood rescuing the Widow\u2019s Three Sons from the Sheriff,\n when going to be executed,\u2019 The English Archer, York, N. Nickson, n.\n d. #b.# The English Archer, Paisley, John Neilson, 1786. #c.#\n Adventures of ... Robin Hood, Falkirk, T. Johnston, 1808. All in the\n Bodleian Library, Douce, F.F. 71.\n\n #C.# \u2018Robin Hood rescuing the Three Squires from Nottingham Gallows.\u2019\n #a.# Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, London, Printed by W. & C. Dicey, n. d.\n #b.# R. H.\u2019s Garland, London, L. How, in Peticoat Lane, n. d. #c.#\n R. H.\u2019s Garland, York, T. Wilson and R. Spence, n. d. #d.# R. H.\u2019s\n Garland, Preston, W. Sergent, n. d. #e.# R. H.\u2019s Garland, London, J.\n Marshall & Co., n. d. #f.# R. H.\u2019s Garland, Wolverhampton, J. Smart,\n n. d. #a-d#, Douce, FF. 71, #f#, Douce, Add. 262, Bodleian Library.\n\n\n#B# is given by Ritson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 151, \u201cfrom the York\nedition of Robin Hood\u2019s garland;\u201d #C#, the same, II, 216, from an\nAldermary Churchyard garland, and by Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I,\n215.\n\n#B.# Robin Hood, while on his way to Nottingham, meets an old woman who\nis weeping for three squires condemned to die that day, not for\nrecognized crimes, but for killing the king\u2019s deer. These seem to be his\nown men: st. 6. Pursuing his way, he meets an old \u201cpalmer,\u201d really a\nbeggar, who confirms the bad news. He changes clothes with the palmer\n(who at first thinks the proposal a mock), and at Nottingham comes upon\nthe sheriff, and asks what he will give an old fellow to be his hangman.\nThe sheriff offers suits and pence; Robin says, hangmen be cursed, he\nwill never take to that business. He has a horn in his pocket which\nwould blow the sheriff little good; the sheriff bids him blow his fill.\nThe first blast brings a hundred and fifty of Robin\u2019s men; the second\nbrings three score more. They free their own men and hang the sheriff.\n\nIn #C# the three squires are expressly said to be the woman\u2019s sons;[114]\nfor the palmer we have a beggar; Robin asks it as a boon that he may be\nhangman, and will have nothing for his service but three blasts on his\nhorn, \u2018that their souls to heaven may flee.\u2019 The horn brings a hundred\nand ten men, and the sheriff surrenders the three squires.\n\nIn the fragment #A#, Robin changes clothes with an old man, who appears\nby stanza 11 to be a beggar. His men are with him meanwhile, and he\norders them to conceal themselves in a wood until they hear his horn. A\nblast brings three hundred of them; Robin casts off his beggar\u2019s gear\nand stands in his red velvet doublet;[115] his men bend their bows and\nbeset the gallows. The sheriff throws up his hands and begs for terms;\nRobin demands the three squires. The sheriff objects, for they are the\nking\u2019s felons; Robin will have them, or the sheriff shall be the first\nman to flower the tree.\n\n\u2018Robin Hood and the Beggar,\u2019 No 133, from stanza 16, is another version\nof this ballad. Robin changes clothes with a beggar, after a hard fight\nin which he has had the worse, goes to Nottingham, and hears that three\nbrothers are condemned to die. He hies to the sheriff to plead for them;\na gentleman at the door tells him they must be hanged for deer-stealing\nclearly proved. At the gallows Robin blows his horn; a hundred archers\npresent themselves, and ask his will. He commands them to shoot east and\nwest and spare no man. The sheriff and his men, all that are not laid\nlow, fly, and the three brothers, who have already shown their quality,\nare added to Robin\u2019s company.\n\nA Scottish version of #B#, derived from the English, is given in an\nappendix. It occurs in Kinloch MSS, V, 288, and may be as old as the\nYork garland used by Ritson, or older.\n\nRitson was informed by his friend Edward Williams, the Welsh bard, that\n#C# and its tune were well known in South Wales by the name of Marchog\nGlas, or Green Knight. As to the tune, says Dr Rimbault, it is not to be\nfound in the collections of Welsh airs, nor was _his_ friend John Parry,\nthen representing the Welsh bards, able to give any account of it.\nNothing further is said by Rimbault, either way, of the ballad.\n\n#B# 6, in which Robin reminds the old woman that she had once given him\nto sup and dine, implicitly as a reason for his exerting himself in\nbehalf of the three squires (who, according to the title of the ballad,\nbut not the text, are her three sons), looks like a reminiscence of st.\n9 of R. H. and the Bishop, No 143, where an old woman shows her\ngratitude to Robin Hood for having given her shoes and hose, and may not\noriginally have belonged here.[C]\n\n#B# 1, #A# 9^{1,2}, 11^{3,4}, #B# 25, 28^{1,2} are almost repetitions of\nRobin Hood and the Curtal Friar, #A# 1, #A# 4^{3,4}, 12^{3,4}, #B# 26,\n28^{1,2}.[116]\n\nThe rescue in the ballad is introduced into Anthony Munday\u2019s play of The\nDownfall of Robert Earl of Huntington, Act II, Scene 2. Scarlet and\nScathlock, sons of Widow Scarlet, are to be hanged. Friar Tuck attends\nthem as confessor. Robin Hood, disguised as an old man, pretends that\nthey have killed his son, and asks the sheriff that they may be\ndelivered to him for revenge. The sheriff allows them to be unbound.\nRobin, for a feigned reason, blows his horn; Little John and Much come\nin and begin a fight; Friar Tuck, pretending to help the sheriff, knocks\ndown his men; the sheriff and his men run away. (Dodsley\u2019s Old Plays,\ned. Hazlitt, VIII, 134\u201341.)\n\nRitson, Robin Hood, 1832, II, 155, suggests that the circumstance of\nRobin\u2019s changing clothes with the palmer may possibly be taken from \u201cthe\nnoble history of Ponthus of Galyce,\u201d printed by Wynkyn de Worde, 1511,\nand cites this passage, which resembles the narrative in #B# 8, 10, 11:\n\u201cAnd as he [Ponthus] rode, he met with a poore palmer, beggynge his\nbrede, the whiche had his gowne all to-clouted and an olde pylled hatte:\nso he alyght, and sayd to the palmer, frende, we shall make a chaunge of\nall our garmentes, for ye shall have my gowne and I shall have yours and\nyour hatte. A, syr, sayd the palmer, ye bourde you with me. In good\nfayth, sayd Ponthus, I do not; so he dyspoyled hym and cladde hym with\nall his rayment, and he put vpon hym the poore mannes gowne, his\ngyrdell, his hosyn, his shone, his hatte and his bourden.\u201d\n\nThis noble history is taken from one in French which is merely the\nromance of Horn turned into prose, and it is also possible that the\npassage in the English ballad may be derived from some version of Hind\nHorn: see No 17.\n\nWallace changes clothes with a beggar in \u2018Gude Wallace,\u2019 No 157, #F#,\n#G#, where there is a general likeness to this ballad of Robin Hood. It\nmay be noted that Wulric the Heron, one of the comrades of Hereward,\nrescues four brothers who were about to be hanged, killing some of their\ncommon enemies: Michel, Chroniques Anglo-Normandes, II, 51.\n\n\n#B# is translated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 135, Doenniges, p. 135, Knortz\nL. u. R. Altenglands, No 19; combined with #C#, by Talvj,\nCharakteristik, p. 489.\n\n\n A\n\n * * * * *\n\n 1\n \u2018. . . . . . .\n In faith thou shal[t] haue mine,\n And twenty pound in thy purse,\n To spend att ale and wine.\u2019\n\n 2\n \u2018Though yo_u_r clothes are of light Lincolne green,\n And mine gray russett and torne,\n Yet it doth not you beseeme\n To doe an old man scorne.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018I scorne thee not, old man,\u2019 says Robin,\n \u2018By the faith of my body;\n Doe of thy clothes, thou shalt haue mine,\n For it may noe better bee.\u2019\n\n 4\n But Robin did on this old mans hose,\n The were torne in the wrist;\n \u2018When I looke on my leggs,\u2019 said Robin,\n \u2018Then for to laugh I list.\u2019\n\n 5\n But Robin did on the old mans shooes,\n And the were cliitt full cleane;\n \u2018Now, by my faith,\u2019 sayes Litle Iohn,\n \u2018These are good for thorn\u00ebs keene.\u2019\n\n 6\n But Robin did on the old mans cloake,\n And it was torne in the necke;\n \u2018Now, by my faith,\u2019 said William Scarlett,\n \u2018Heere shold be set a specke.\u2019\n\n 7\n But Robin did on this old mans hood,\n Itt gogled on his crowne;\n \u2018When I come into Nottingham,\u2019 said Robin,\n \u2018My hood it will lightly downe.\n\n 8\n \u2018But yonder is an outwood,\u2019 said Robin,\n \u2018An outwood all and a shade,\n And thither I reede you, my merrymen all,\n The ready way to take.\n\n 9\n \u2018And when you heare my litle horne blow,\n Come raking all on a rowte\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n * * * * *\n\n 10\n But Robin he lope, and Robin he threw,\n He lope over stocke and stone;\n But those that saw Ro_bin_ Hood run\n Said he was a liuer old man.\n\n 11\n [Then Robin set his] horne to his mowth,\n A loud blast cold h[e] blow;\n Ffull three hundred bold yeomen\n Came rakinge all on a row.\n\n 12\n But Robin cast downe his baggs of bread,\n Soe did he his staffe with a face,\n And in a doublet of red veluett\n This yeoman stood in his place.\n\n 13\n \u2018But bend yo_u_r bowes, and stroke yo_u_r strings,\n Set the gallow-tree aboute,\n And Christs cursse on his heart,\u2019 said Robin,\n \u2018That spares the sheriffe and the sergiant!\u2019\n\n 14\n When the sheriffe see gentle Robin wold shoote,\n He held vp both his hands;\n Sayes, Aske, good Robin, and thou shalt haue,\n Whether it be house or land.\n\n 15\n \u2018I will neither haue house nor land,\u2019 said Ro_bin_,\n \u2018Nor gold, nor none of thy ffee,\n But I will haue those three squires\n To the greene fforest w_i_th me.\n\n 16\n \u2018Now marry, Gods forbott,\u2019 said the sheriffe,\n \u2018That euer _tha_t shold bee;\n For why, they be the kings ffelons,\n They are all condemned to dye.\u2019\n\n 17\n \u2018But grant me my askinge,\u2019 said Robin,\n \u2018Or by the faith of my body\n Thou shalt be the first man\n Shall flower this gallow-tree.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018But I wi[ll haue t]hose three squires\n . . . . . . .\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# The English Archer, Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, York, N. Nickson, n.\n d., p. 65. #b.# The English Archer, etc., Paisley, John Neilson,\n 1786. #c.# Adventures of Robin Hood, Falkirk, T. Johnston, 1808.\n\n 1\n There are twelve months in all the year,\n As I hear many men say,\n But the merriest month in all the year\n Is the merry month of May.\n\n 2\n Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,\n With a link a down and a day,\n And there he met a silly old woman,\n Was weeping on the way.\n\n 3\n \u2018What news? what news, thou silly old woman?\n What news hast thou for me?\u2019\n Said she, There\u2019s three squires in Nottingham town\n To-day is condemned to die.\n\n 4\n \u2018O have they parishes burnt?\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Or have they ministers slain?\n Or have they robbed any virgin,\n Or with other men\u2019s wives have lain?\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018They have no parishes burnt, good sir,\n Nor yet have ministers slain,\n Nor have they robbed any virgin,\n Nor with other men\u2019s wives have lain.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018O what have they done?\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018I pray thee tell to me:\u2019\n \u2018It\u2019s for slaying of the king\u2019s fallow deer,\n Bearing their long bows with thee.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Dost thou not mind, old woman,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Since thou made me sup and dine?\n By the truth of my body,\u2019 quoth bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018You could not tell it in better time.\u2019\n\n 8\n Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,\n With a link a down and a day,\n And there he met with a silly old palmer,\n Was walking along the highway.\n\n 9\n \u2018What news? what news, thou silly old man?\n What news, I do thee pray?\u2019\n Said he, Three squires in Nottingham town\n Are condemnd to die this day.\n\n 10\n \u2018Come change thy apparel with me, old man,\n Come change thy apparel for mine;\n Here is forty shillings in good silver,\n Go drink it in beer or wine.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018O thine apparel is good,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018And mine is ragged and torn;\n Whereever you go, wherever you ride,\n Laugh neer an old man to scorn.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Come change thy apparel with me, old churl,\n Come change thy apparel with mine;\n Here are twenty pieces of good broad gold,\n Go feast thy brethren with wine.\u2019\n\n 13\n Then he put on the old man\u2019s hat,\n It stood full high on the crown:\n \u2018The first bold bargain that I come at,\n It shall make thee come down.\u2019\n\n 14\n Then he put on the old man\u2019s cloak,\n Was patchd black, blew, and red;\n He thought no shame all the day long\n To wear the bags of bread.\n\n 15\n Then he put on the old man\u2019s breeks,\n Was patchd from ballup to side;\n \u2018By the truth of my body,\u2019 bold Robin can say,\n \u2018This man lovd little pride.\u2019\n\n 16\n Then he put on the old man\u2019s hose,\n Were patchd from knee to wrist;\n \u2018By the truth of my body,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018I\u2019d laugh if I had any list.\u2019\n\n 17\n Then he put on the old man\u2019s shoes,\n Were patchd both beneath and aboon;\n Then Robin Hood swore a solemn oath,\n It\u2019s good habit that makes a man.\n\n 18\n Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,\n With a link a down and a down,\n And there he met with the proud sheriff,\n Was walking along the town.\n\n 19\n \u2018O save, O save, O sheriff,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018O save, and you may see!\n And what will you give to a silly old man\n To-day will your hangman be?\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018Some suits, some suits,\u2019 the sheriff he said,\n \u2018Some suits I\u2019ll give to thee;\n Some suits, some suits, and pence thirteen\n To-day\u2019s a hangman\u2019s fee.\u2019\n\n 21\n Then Robin he turns him round about,\n And jumps from stock to stone;\n \u2018By the truth of my body,\u2019 the sheriff he said,\n \u2018That\u2019s well jumpt, thou nimble old man.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018I was neer a hangman in all my life,\n Nor yet intends to trade;\n But curst be he,\u2019 said bold Robin,\n \u2018That first a hangman was made.\n\n 23\n \u2018I\u2019ve a bag for meal, and a bag for malt,\n And a bag for barley and corn;\n A bag for bread, and a bag for beef,\n And a bag for my little small horn.\n\n 24\n \u2018I have a horn in my pocket,\n I got it from Robin Hood,\n And still when I set it to my mouth,\n For thee it blows little good.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018O wind thy horn, thou proud fellow,\n Of thee I have no doubt;\n I wish that thou give such a blast\n Till both thy eyes fall out.\u2019\n\n 26\n The first loud blast that he did blow,\n He blew both loud and shrill;\n A hundred and fifty of Robin Hood\u2019s men\n Came riding over the hill.\n\n 27\n The next loud blast that he did give,\n He blew both loud and amain,\n And quickly sixty of Robin Hood\u2019s men\n Came shining over the plain.\n\n 28\n \u2018O who are yon,\u2019 the sheriff he said,\n \u2018Come tripping over the lee?\u2019\n \u2018The\u2019re my attendants,\u2019 brave Robin did say,\n \u2018They\u2019ll pay a visit to thee.\u2019\n\n 29\n They took the gallows from the slack,\n They set it in the glen,\n They hangd the proud sheriff on that,\n Releasd their own three men.\n\n\n C\n\n Robin Hood\u2019s Garland. #a.# London, printed by W. & C. Dicey, in St.\n Mary Aldermary Church Yard, Bow Lane, Cheapside, and sold at the\n Warehouse at Northampton, n. d.: p. 74, No 24. #b.# London, printed\n by L. How, in Peticoat Lane, n. d.: p. 23. #c.# York, T. Wilson and\n R. Spence, n. d.: p. 27. #d.# Preston, W. Sergent, n. d.: p. 62.\n #e.# London, printed and sold by J. Marshall & Co., Aldermary Church\n Yard, Bow Lane, n. d.: No 24. #f.# Wolverhampton, printed and sold\n by J. Smart, n. d.\n\n 1\n Bold Robin Hood ranging the forest all round,\n The forest all round ranged he;\n O there did he meet with a gay lady,\n She came weeping along the highway.\n\n 2\n \u2018Why weep you, why weep you?\u2019 bold Robin he said,\n \u2018What, weep you for gold or fee?\n Or do you weep for your maidenhead,\n That is taken from your body?\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018I weep not for gold,\u2019 the lady replyed,\n \u2018Neither do I weep for fee;\n Nor do I weep for my maidenhead,\n That is taken from my body.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018What weep you for then?\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018I prithee come tell unto me;\u2019\n \u2018Oh! I do weep for my three sons,\n For they are all condemned to die.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018What church have they robbed?\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Or parish-priest have they slain?\n What maids have they forced against their will?\n Or with other men\u2019s wives have lain?\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018No church have they robbd,\u2019 this lady replied,\n \u2018Nor parish-priest have they slain;\n No maids have they forc\u2019d against their will,\n Nor with other men\u2019s wives have lain.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018What have they done then?\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Come tell me most speedily:\u2019\n \u2018Oh! it is for killing the king\u2019s fallow deer,\n And they are all condemned to die.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Get you home, get you home,\u2019 said jolly Robin,\n \u2018Get you home most speedily,\n And I will unto fair Nottingham go,\n For the sake of the squires all three.\u2019\n\n 9\n Then bold Robin Hood for Nottingham goes,\n For Nottingham town goes he,\n O there did he meet with a poor beggar-man,\n He came creeping along the highway.\n\n 10\n \u2018What news, what news, thou old beggar-man?\n What news, come tell unto me:\u2019\n \u2018O there is weeping and wailing in fair Nottingham,\n For the death of the squires all three.\u2019\n\n 11\n This beggar-man had a coat on his back,\n \u2019Twas neither green, yellow, nor red;\n Bold Robin Hood thought \u2019twas no disgrace\n To be in a beggar-man\u2019s stead.\n\n 12\n \u2018Come, pull off thy coat, you old beggar-man,\n And you shall put on mine;\n And forty good shillings I\u2019ll give thee to boot,\n Besides brandy, good beer, ale and wine.\u2019\n\n 13\n Bold Robin Hood then unto Nottingham came,\n Unto Nottingham town came he;\n O there did he meet with great master sheriff,\n And likewise the squires all three.\n\n 14\n \u2018One boon, one boon,\u2019 says jolly Robin,\n \u2018One boon I beg on my knee;\n That, as for the deaths of these three squires,\n Their hangman I may be.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Soon granted, soon granted,\u2019 says great master sheriff,\n \u2018Soon granted unto thee;\n And you shall have all their gay cloathing,\n Aye, and all their white money.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018O I will have none of their gay cloathing,\n Nor none of their white money,\n But I\u2019ll have three blasts on my bugle-horn,\n That their souls to heaven may flee.\u2019\n\n 17\n Then Robin Hood mounted the gallows so high,\n Where he blew loud and shrill,\n Till an hundred and ten of Robin Hood\u2019s men\n They came marching all down the green hill.\n\n 18\n \u2018Whose men are they all these?\u2019 says great master sheriff,\n \u2018Whose men are they? tell unto me:\u2019\n \u2018O they are mine, but none of thine,\n And they\u2019re come for the squires all three.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018O take them, O take them,\u2019 says great master sheriff,\n \u2018O take them along with thee;\n For there\u2019s never a man in all Nottingham\n Can do the like of thee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n 1^3. 20[l :].\n\n 5^2. _Only one of the_ i\u2019s _is dotted in_ cliit: _Furnivall_.\n\n 6^3. said w^m.\n\n 9^2. _half a page wanting._\n\n 10 _follows_ 12.\n\n 11^3. 300[d :].\n\n 15^3, 18^1. 3.\n\n 17^2. or be me.\n\n 18^1. _half a page wanting._\n\n#B. a.#\n\n 3^3. Knews.\n\n 4^1, 6^1, 11^1, 19^{1,2}, 25^1, 28^1. Oh.\n\n 8^2. and a down a.\n\n 12^1. chur.\n\n 15^1. Teen.\n\n 16^2. Where.\n\n 17^4. Itts.\n\n 24^4. For me.\n\n 28^1. are you.\n\n#b.#\n\n Robin Hood rescu\u2019d the Widow\u2019s three Sons from the Sheriff when\n going to be hanged.\n\n#c.#\n\n How Robin Hood rescued, etc., ... to be hanged.\n\n#b#, #c#.\n\n 2^1. Hood _wanting_.\n\n 2^2. a down down.\n\n 2^3. met with.\n\n 2^4. along the highway.\n\n 3^2. to me.\n\n 3^4. To-day are.\n\n 5^2. Nor have they.\n\n 6^3. \u2019Tis for.\n\n 7^3. quoth _wanting_.\n\n 8^1. Robin he is.\n\n 8^2. a down down and a day.\n\n 8^3. old _wanting_.\n\n 9^1. silly palmer.\n\n 10^2. with _for_ for.\n\n 10^3. of _for_ in.\n\n 10^4. beer and good wine.\n\n 12^1. churl.\n\n 14^3. not _for_ no.\n\n 14^4. the poor bags.\n\n 15^1. Then.\n\n 15^2. Were _for_ Was.\n\n 15^3. did say.\n\n 16^2, 17^2. Were _wanting_.\n\n 17^2. both _wanting_.\n\n 17^4. \u2019Tis.\n\n 18^1. Robin is unto.\n\n 18^2. a down down and a day.\n\n 18^4. the highway.\n\n 19^2. you may you [may you?].\n\n 19^4. That to-day.\n\n 20^4. day is.\n\n 21^2. stone to stone.\n\n 22^1. never: in _wanting_.\n\n 23^2. And _wanting_.\n\n 24^1. a small horn now in.\n\n 24^2. it _wanting_.\n\n 24^4. For thee.\n\n 25^4. fly out.\n\n 26^3. An: Robin\u2019s men.\n\n 27^3. Robin\u2019s men.\n\n 28^1. are you.\n\n 28^2. Comes.\n\n 28^3. bold Robin.\n\n 29^4. And released.\n\n#b.#\n\n 18^3. with _wanting_.\n\n 20^2. unto thee.\n\n 20^3. pence fourteen.\n\n#c.#\n\n 6^2. unto me.\n\n 7^2. mad\u2019st.\n\n 15^1. poor _for_ old.\n\n 20^1. suits and pence fourteen.\n\n 20^{2,3}. _wanting._\n\n 21^1. turnd.\n\n 21^2. jumpd.\n\n 22^2. the trade.\n\n 24^3. I put.\n\n 25^3. gave.\n\n 29^2. let _for_ set.\n\n#C.# #a.#\n\n _The Garland is not earlier, and probably not much later, than\n 1753_, \u201cThe Arguments ... in the ... affair of Eliz. Canning ...\n robbed ... in Jan^y, 1753,\u201d _occurring in advertisements printed\n therewith_.\n\n 16^1. of ther.\n\n#b.#\n\n 5^4. have they.\n\n 6^4. have they.\n\n 11^4. in the.\n\n 12^4. beside.\n\n 16^3. buglee.\n\n 17^2. blew both.\n\n 18^3. are all.\n\n 19^4. That can.\n\n#c.#\n\n 1^1. ranged.\n\n 3^1. this lady.\n\n 4^4. all _wanting_.\n\n 5^4. have they.\n\n 6^3. they have.\n\n 6^4. have they.\n\n 7^3. it\u2019s all.\n\n 7^4. they\u2019re.\n\n 8^3. will then to.\n\n 9^1. bold _wanting_: to _for_ for.\n\n 11^2. It was.\n\n 11^2. or red.\n\n 11^3. it was.\n\n 11^4. in the.\n\n 12^1. thou old.\n\n 12^3. give you.\n\n 13^1. then to.\n\n 13^3. And there.\n\n 13^4. Aye and.\n\n 14^2. upon my.\n\n 14^3. the three.\n\n 15^1. great _wanting_.\n\n 15^2. Soon grant it I will unto thee.\n\n 15^4. Aye _wanting_.\n\n 16^1. I\u2019ll.\n\n 16^3. of my.\n\n 17^2. blew both.\n\n 17^4. They _wanting_.\n\n 18^3. are all.\n\n 19^4. That can.\n\n#d.#\n\n 1^3. he did.\n\n 3^2. I _wanting_.\n\n 6^2. No.\n\n 7^2. Come tell unto me speedily.\n\n 8^3. will for.\n\n 10^3. there\u2019s: fair _wanting_.\n\n 11^4. in the.\n\n 12^1. thou old.\n\n 12^2. thou shalt.\n\n 15^1. great _wanting_.\n\n 17^1. When.\n\n 17^3. Hood\u2019s _wanting_.\n\n 17^4. They _wanting_: all _wanting_.\n\n 18^1. all _wanting_: great _wanting_.\n\n 18^4. And are.\n\n 19^3. in fair.\n\n#e.#\n\n 5^4. have they.\n\n 6^4. have they.\n\n 10^3. there\u2019s: fair _wanting_.\n\n 11^4. in the.\n\n 12^1. thou old.\n\n 12^2. thou shalt.\n\n 14^3. death.\n\n 15^1. great _wanting_.\n\n 17^1. When.\n\n 17^4. They _wanting_: all _wanting_.\n\n 18^1. are they: great _wanting_.\n\n 18^2. come tell.\n\n 18^4. And are.\n\n 19^3. in fair.\n\n#f.#\n\n 5^4. have they.\n\n 6^4. have they.\n\n 7^4. they\u2019re.\n\n 10^3. there\u2019s: fair _wanting_.\n\n 11^4. in the.\n\n 12^1. thou old.\n\n 12^2. thou shalt.\n\n 14^3. death.\n\n 15^1. great _wanting_.\n\n 17^1. When.\n\n 17^4. They _wanting_: all _wanting_.\n\n 18^1. are they: great _wanting_.\n\n 18^2. come tell.\n\n 18^4. And are come.\n\n 19^3. in fair.\n\n\n APPENDIX\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE SHERIFF\n\n Kinloch MSS, V, 288, in Kinloch\u2019s handwriting.\n\n\n 1\n Robin Hood\u2019s to Nottinghame gane,\n Wi a linkie down and a day,\n And there he met wi an auld woman,\n Coming weeping alang the highway.\n\n 2\n \u2018Weep ye for any of my gold, auld woman?\n Or weep ye for my fee?\n Or weep ye for any warld\u2019s gear\n This day I can grant to thee?\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018I weep not for your gold, kind sir,\n I weep not for your fee;\n But I weep for my three braw sons,\n This day condemned to die.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018O have they parishes burned?\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Or have they ministers slain?\n Or have they forced maidens against their will?\n Or wi other men\u2019s wives hae they lain?\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018They have not parishes burned, kind sir,\n They have not ministers slain;\n They neer forced a maid against her will,\n Nor wi no man\u2019s wife hae they lain.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018O what hae they done then?\u2019 quo Robin Hood,\n \u2018I pray thee tell unto me:\u2019\n \u2018O they killed the king\u2019s fallow deer,\n And this day are condemned to die.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018O have you mind, old mother,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Since you made my merry men to dine?\n And for to repay it back unto thee\n Is come in a very good time.\u2019\n\n 8\n Sae Robin Hood\u2019s to Nottinghame gane,\n With a linkie down and a day,\n And there he met an old beggar man,\n Coming creeping along the high way.\n\n 9\n \u2018What news, what news, old father?\u2019 he said,\n \u2018What news hast thou for me?\u2019\n \u2018There\u2019s three merry men,\u2019 quo the poor auld man,\n \u2018This day condemned to die.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Will you change your apparel wi me, old father?\n Will you change your apparel for mine?\n And twenty broad shillings I\u2019ll gie ye to the boot,\n To drink gude beer or wine.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Thine is of the scarlet fine,\n And mine is baith ragged and torn;\n Sae never let a young supple youth\n Laugh a gude auld man to scorn.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Change your apparel wi me, old churl,\n And quickly change it for mine,\n And thirty broad shillings I\u2019ll gie to the boot,\n To drink gude beer or wine.\u2019\n\n 13\n When Robin put on the auld man\u2019s hat,\n It was weary high in the crown;\n \u2018By the hand of my body,\u2019 quo Robin Hood,\n \u2018I am lang whan I loot down.\u2019\n\n 14\n Whan Robin put on the auld man\u2019s cloak,\n There was mony a pock therein;\n A pock for meal, and a pock for maut,\n And a pock for groats and corn,\n And a little wee pockie that hung by his side\n That he put in his bugle-horn.\n\n 15\n Sae Robin Hood\u2019s [to] Nottinghame gane,\n Wi a linkie down and a day,\n And there he met wi the high sheriff,\n Coming riding alang the high way.\n\n 16\n \u2018O save you, O save you, high sheriff,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018And weel saved mote you be!\n And what will you gie to the silly auld man\n Your hangman for to be?\u2019\n\n 17\n \u2018Thirteen pence,\u2019 the sheriff replied,\n \u2018That is the hangman\u2019s fee,\n But an the claiths of the three young men\n This day condemned to die.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018I never hanged a man in a\u2019 my life,\n And intend not to begin;\n But ever I hang a man in my life,\n High sheriff, thou\u2019s be the ane.\n\n 19\n \u2018But I have a horn in my pocket,\n I gat it frae Robin Hood,\n And gif I tak out my little horn,\n For thee it will no blaw gude.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018Blaw, blaw, bauld beggar,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Blaw, and fear nae doubt;\n I wish you may gie sic a blast\n Till your eyne loup out.\u2019\n\n 21\n Then Robin he gave a skip,\n And he skipped frae a stick till a stane;\n \u2018By the hand of my body,\u2019 quo the high sheriff,\n \u2018You are a supple auld man.\u2019\n\n 22\n Then Robin set his horn to his mouth,\n And he blew baith loud and shrill,\n Till sixty-four of bold Robin\u2019s men\n Cam marching down the green hill.\n\n 23\n \u2018What men are these,\u2019 quo the high sheriff,\n \u2018That comes sae merrily?\u2019\n \u2018They are my men,\u2019 quo Robin Hood,\n \u2018And they\u2019ll pay a visit to thee.\u2019\n\n 24\n They tack the gallows out of the glen,\n And they set it in a slap;\n They hanged the sheriff upon it,\n And his best men at his back.\n\n 25\n They took the gallows out o the slap,\n And they set [it] back in the glen,\n And they hanged the sheriff upon it,\n Let the three young men gae hame.\n\n\n\n\n 141\n\n ROBIN HOOD RESCUING WILL STUTLY\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 35 b.\n\n #b.# Garland of 1663, No 7.\n\n #c.# Garland of 1670, No 6.\n\n #d.# Pepys, II, 106, No 93.\n\n\nThis ballad probably occurs in all the larger collections of broadsides.\nIt was given in Old Ballads, 1723, I, 90. #a# is printed by Ritson,\nRobin Hood, 1795, II, 102. Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 164,\nfollows an Aldermary copy.\n\nRobin Hood learns that Will Stutly has been captured and is to be hanged\nthe next day. Robin and his men go to the rescue, and ask information of\na palmer who is standing under the wall of the castle in which Stutly is\nconfined; the palmer confirms the news. Stutly is brought out by the\nsheriff, of whom he asks to have a sword and die in fight, not on the\ntree. This refused, he asks only to have his hands loosed. The sheriff\nagain refuses; he shall die on the gallows. Little John comes out from\nbehind a bush, cuts Stutly\u2019s bonds, and gives him a sword twitched by\nJohn from one of the sheriff\u2019s men. An arrow shot by Robin Hood puts the\nsheriff to flight, and his men follow. Stutly rejoices that he may go\nback to the woods.\n\nThis is a ballad made for print, with little of the traditional in the\nmatter and nothing in the style. It may be considered as an imitation of\nThe Rescue of the Three Squires, whence the ambush in st. 9 and the\npalmer \u2018fair\u2019 in 10.\n\n\n 1\n When Robin Hood in the green-wood livd,\n Derry derry down\n Vnder the green-wood tree,\n Tidings there came to him with speed,\n Tidings for certainty,\n Hey down derry derry down\n\n 2\n That Will Stutly surprized was,\n And eke in prison lay;\n Three varlets that the sheriff had hired\n Did likely him betray.\n\n 3\n I, and to-morrow hanged must be,\n To-morrow as soon as it is day;\n But before they could this victory get,\n Two of them did Stutly slay.\n\n 4\n When Robin Hood he heard this news,\n Lord! he was grieved sore,\n I, and unto his merry men [said],\n Who altogether swore,\n\n 5\n That Will Stutly should rescued be,\n And be brought safe again;\n Or else should many a gallant wight\n For his sake there be slain.\n\n 6\n He cloathed himself in scarlet then,\n His men were all in green;\n A finer show, throughout the world,\n In no place could be seen.\n\n 7\n Good lord! it was a gallant sight\n To see them all on a row;\n With every man a good broad sword,\n And eke a good yew bow.\n\n 8\n Forth of the green wood are they gone,\n Yea, all couragiously,\n Resolving to bring Stutly home,\n Or every man to die.\n\n 9\n And when they came the castle neer\n Whereas Will Stutly lay,\n \u2018I hold it good,\u2019 saith Robin Hood,\n \u2018Wee here in ambush stay,\n\n 10\n \u2018And send one forth some news to hear,\n To yonder palmer fair,\n That stands under the castle-wall;\n Some news he may declare.\u2019\n\n 11\n With that steps forth a brave young man,\n Which was of courage bold;\n Thus hee did say to the old man:\n I pray thee, palmer old,\n\n 12\n Tell me, if that thou rightly ken,\n When must Will Stutly die,\n Who is one of bold Robins men,\n And here doth prisoner lie?\n\n 13\n \u2018Alack, alass,\u2019 the palmer said,\n \u2018And for ever wo is me!\n Will Stutly hanged must be this day,\n On yonder gallows-tree.\n\n 14\n \u2018O had his noble master known,\n Hee would some succour send;\n A few of his bold yeomandree\n Full soon would fetch him hence.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018I, that is true,\u2019 the young man said;\n \u2018I, that is true,\u2019 said hee;\n \u2018Or, if they were neer to this place,\n They soon would set him free.\n\n 16\n \u2018But fare thou well, thou good old man,\n Farewell, and thanks to thee;\n If Stutly hanged be this day,\n Revengd his death will be.\u2019\n\n 17\n He was no sooner from the palmer gone,\n But the gates was opened wide,\n And out of the castle Will Stutly came,\n Guarded on every side.\n\n 18\n When hee was forth from the castle come,\n And saw no help was nigh,\n Thus he did say unto the sheriff,\n Thus he said gallantly:\n\n 19\n Now seeing that I needs must die,\n Grant me one boon, says he;\n For my noble master nere had man\n That yet was hangd on the tree.\n\n 20\n Give me a sword all in my hand,\n And let mee be unbound,\n And with thee and thy men I\u2019le fight,\n Vntill I lie dead on the ground.\n\n 21\n But his desire he would not grant,\n His wishes were in vain;\n For the sheriff had sworn he hanged should be,\n And not by the sword be slain.\n\n 22\n \u2018Do but unbind my hands,\u2019 he saies,\n \u2018I will no weapons crave,\n And if I hanged be this day,\n Damnation let me have.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018O no, O no,\u2019 the sheriff he said,\n \u2018Thou shalt on the gallows die,\n I, and so shall thy master too,\n If ever in me it lie.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018O dastard coward!\u2019 Stutly cries,\n \u2018Thou faint-heart pesant slave!\n If ever my master do thee meet,\n Thou shalt thy paiment have.\n\n 25\n \u2018My noble master thee doth scorn,\n And all thy cowardly crew;\n Such silly imps unable are\n Bold Robin to subdue.\u2019\n\n 26\n But when he was to the gallows come,\n And ready to bid adiew,\n Out of a bush leaps Little John,\n And steps Will Stutly to.\n\n 27\n \u2018I pray thee, Will, before thou die,\n Of thy dear friends take leave;\n I needs must borrow him a while,\n How say you, master sheriff?\u2019\n\n 28\n \u2018Now, as I live,\u2019 the sheriff he said,\n \u2018That varlet will I know;\n Some sturdy rebell is that same,\n Therefore let him not go.\u2019\n\n 29\n With that Little John so hastily\n Away cut Stutly\u2019s bands,\n And from one of the sheriff his men,\n A sword twicht from his hands.\n\n 30\n \u2018Here, Will, here, take thou this same,\n Thou canst it better sway;\n And here defend thy self a while,\n For aid will come straight way.\u2019\n\n 31\n And there they turnd them back to back,\n In the middle of them that day,\n Till Robin Hood approached neer,\n With many an archer gay.\n\n 32\n With that an arrow by them flew,\n I wist from Robin Hood;\n \u2018Make haste, make haste,\u2019 the sheriff he said,\n \u2018Make haste, for it is good.\u2019\n\n 33\n The sheriff is gone; his doughty men\n Thought it no boot to stay,\n But, as their master had them taught\n They run full fast away.\n\n 34\n \u2018O stay, O stay,\u2019 Will Stutly said,\n \u2018Take leave ere you depart;\n You nere will catch bold Robin Hood\n Vnless you dare him meet.\u2019\n\n 35\n \u2018O ill betide you,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood,\n \u2018That you so soon are gone;\n My sword may in the scabbord rest,\n For here our work is done.\u2019\n\n 36\n \u2018I little thought when I came here,\n When I came to this place,\n For to have met with Little John,\n Or seen my masters face.\u2019\n\n 37\n Thus Stutly was at liberty set,\n And safe brought from his foe;\n \u2018O thanks, O thanks to my master,\n Since here it was not so.\u2019\n\n 38\n \u2018And once again, my fellows,\n We shall in the green woods meet,\n Where we will make our bow-strings twang,\n Musick for us most sweet.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Robin Hood his rescuing Will Stutly from the sheriff and his men,\n who had taken him prisoner, and was going to hang him.\n\n To the tune of Robin Hood and Queen Katherine.\n\n London, Printed for F. Grove, on Snow-hill. Entred according to\n order. (1620\u201355: _Chappell_.)\n\n 25^1. thou dost.\n\n 26^4. too.\n\n 29^2. Stutli\u2019s.\n\n 33^1. doubtless.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#, _except_ rescuing of: were going.\n\n 4^3. said _wanting_.\n\n 6^3. in all the.\n\n 11^1. steps out.\n\n 13^1. Alas, alas.\n\n 13^4. yonders gallow.\n\n 14^2. would soon.\n\n 16^4. shall be.\n\n 19^4. the _wanting_.\n\n 25^1. thou dost.\n\n 26^4. too.\n\n 28^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 33^1. doubtless.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#, _except_ were going.\n\n 1^4. Tiding for certainly.\n\n 3^4. stay.\n\n 4^3. men said.\n\n 13^1. Alass, alass.\n\n 17^2. was _wanting_.\n\n 24^2. hearted.\n\n 25^1. thee dost.\n\n 26^4. too.\n\n 29^2. Stutli\u2019s.\n\n 33^1. doubtless.\n\n 36^2. came hereto,\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#.\n\n Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. (1670\u201386?)\n\n 1^1. livd _wanting_.\n\n 3^2. as \u2019tis.\n\n 4^3. and to: men said.\n\n 5^2. brought back.\n\n 8^1. they are.\n\n 9^3. said.\n\n 13^1. Alas, alas.\n\n 13^3. to day.\n\n 14^3. yeomanry.\n\n 17^2. gates were.\n\n 19^2. said.\n\n 19^4. the _wanting_.\n\n 21^1. But this.\n\n 21^3. swore.\n\n 24^2. hearted.\n\n 25^1. thee doth.\n\n 26^1. gone _for_ come.\n\n 28^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 29^1. And Little.\n\n 29^3. sheriffs.\n\n 33^1. doubtless.\n\n 35^1. said _for_ quoth.\n\n 36^2. came here.\n\n\n\n\n 142\n\n LITTLE JOHN A BEGGING\n\n #A.# Percy MS., p. 20; Hales and Furnivall, I, 47.\n\n #B.# \u2018Little John and the Four Beggers.\u2019 #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 33 b.\n #b.# Garland of 1663, No 16. #c.# Garland of 1670, No 15. #d.#\n Pepys, II, 119, No 105.\n\n\n#B# is also in the Roxburghe collection, III, 10.\n\n#B a# is printed in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 128. Evans, Old\nBallads, 1777, 1784, I, 196 follows the Aldermary garland.\n\n#A.# Little John, meaning to go a begging, induces an old mendicant to\nchange clothes with him and to give him some hints how to conduct\nhimself. Thus prepared he attempts to attach himself to three palmers,\nwho, however, do not covet his company. One of the palmers gives John a\nwhack on the head. We may conjecture, from the course of the story in\n#B#, that John serves them all accordingly, and takes from them so much\nmoney that, if he had kept on in this way, he might, as he says, have\nbought churches.\n\nThe beginning of #A# is very like that of Robin Hood rescuing Three\nSquires, #A#; but the disguise is for a different object. We are\nreminded again of Hind Horn, and particularly of versions #C#, #G#, #H#,\nin which the beggar, after change of clothes, is asked for instructions.\n\n#B.# John is deputed by Robin to go a begging, and asks to be provided\nwith staff, coat, and bags. He joins four sham beggars, one of whom\ntakes him a knock on the crown. John makes the dumb to speak and the\nhalt to run, and bangs them against the wall, then gets from one\u2019s cloak\nthree hundred pound, and from another\u2019s bag three hundred and three,\nwhich he thinks is doing well enough to warrant his return to Sherwood.\n\n\n#B# is translated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 155.\n\n\n A\n\nPercy MS., p. 20; Hales and Furnivall, I, 47.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 1\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . beggar,\u2019 he sayes,\n \u2018W_i_th none such fellows as thee.\u2019\n\n 2\n \u2018I am not in iest,\u2019 said Litle Iohn,\n \u2018I sweare all by the roode;\n Change w_i_th mee,\u2019 said Little Iohn,\n \u2018And I will giue thee some boote.\u2019\n\n 3\n But he has gotten on this old mans gowne,\n It reacht not to his wrist;\n \u2018Christ\u2019s curse on\u2019s hart,\u2019 said Litle Iohn,\n \u2018That thinkes my gowne amisse.\u2019\n\n 4\n But he has gotten on this old mans shoes,\n Are clouted nine fold about;\n \u2018Beshrew his hart,\u2019 says Litle Iohn,\n \u2018That bryer or thorne does doubt.\n\n 5\n \u2018Wilt teach me some phrase of thy begging?\u2019 says Iohn;\n \u2018I pray thee, tell it mee,\n How I may be as beggar-like\n As any in my companie.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Thou must goe two foote on a staffe,\n The third vpon a tree;\n Full loud that thou must cry and fare,\n When nothing ayleth thee.\u2019\n\n 7\n But Iohn he walket the hills soe high,\n Soe did [he] the hills soe browne;\n The ready way that he cold take\n Was towards Nottingham towne.\n\n 8\n But as he was on the hills soe high,\n He mett w_i_th palmers three;\n Sayes, God you saue, my brethren all,\n Now God you saue and see!\n\n 9\n This seuen yeere I haue you sought;\n Before I cold neuer you see!\n Said they, Wee had leuer such a cankred carle\n Were neuer in our companie.\n\n 10\n But one of them tooke Litle Iohn on his head,\n The blood ran over his eye;\n Little Iohn turned him twise about\n . . . . . . .\n\n * * * * *\n\n 11\n \u2018If I . . . . . . .\n As I haue beene but one day,\n I shold haue purcchased three of the best churches\n That stands by any highway.\u2019\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 33 b. #b.# Garland of 1663, No 16. #c.# Garland\n of 1670, No 15. #d.# Pepys, II, 119, No 105.\n\n 1\n All you that delight to spend some time\n With a hey down down a down down\n A merry song for to sing,\n Vnto me draw neer, and you shall hear\n How Little John went a begging.\n\n 2\n As Robin Hood walked the forrest along,\n And all his yeomandree,\n Sayes Robin, Some of you must a begging go,\n And, Little John, it must be thee.\n\n 3\n Sayes John, If I must a begging go,\n I will have a palmers weed,\n With a staff and a coat, and bags of all sort,\n The better then I shall speed.\n\n 4\n Come, give me now a bag for my bread,\n And another for my cheese,\n And one for a peny, when as I get any,\n That nothing I may leese.\n\n 5\n Now Little John he is a begging gone,\n Seeking for some relief;\n But of all the beggers he met on the way,\n Little John he was the chief.\n\n 6\n But as he was walking himself alone,\n Four beggers he chanced to spy,\n Some deaf, and some blind, and some came behind;\n Says John, Here\u2019s brave company!\n\n 7\n \u2018Good-morrow,\u2019 said John, \u2018my brethren dear,\n Good fortune I had you to see;\n Which way do you go? pray let me know,\n For I want some company.\n\n 8\n \u2018O what is here to do?\u2019 then said Little John,\n \u2018Why rings all these bells?\u2019 said he;\n \u2018What dog is a hanging? come, let us be ganging,\n That we the truth may see.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Here is no dog a hanging,\u2019 then one of them said,\n \u2018Good fellow, we tell unto thee;\n But here is one dead wil give us cheese and bred,\n And it may be one single peny.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018We have brethren in London,\u2019 another he said,\n \u2018So have we in Coventry,\n In Barwick and Dover, and all the world over,\n But nere a crookt carril like thee.\n\n 11\n \u2018Therefore stand thee back, thou crooked carel,\n And take that knock on the crown;\u2019\n \u2018Nay,\u2019 said Little John, \u2018I\u2019le not yet be gone,\n For a bout will I have with you round.\n\n 12\n \u2018Now have at you all,\u2019 then said Little John,\n \u2018If you be so full of your blows;\n Fight on, all four, and nere give ore,\n Whether you be friends or foes.\u2019\n\n 13\n John nipped the dumb, and made him to rore,\n And the blind that could not see,\n And he that a cripple had been seven years,\n He made him run faster then he.\n\n 14\n And flinging them all against the wall,\n With many a sturdie bang,\n It made John sing, to hear the gold ring,\n Which against the walls cryed twang.\n\n 15\n Then he got out of the beggers cloak\n Three hundred pound in gold;\n \u2018Good fortune had I,\u2019 then said Little John,\n \u2018Such a good sight to behold.\u2019\n\n 16\n But what found he in a beggers bag,\n But three hundred pound and three?\n \u2018If I drink water while this doth last,\n Then an ill death may I dye!\n\n 17\n \u2018And my begging-trade I will now give ore,\n My fortune hath bin so good;\n Therefore I\u2019le not stay, but I will away\n To the forrest of merry Sherwood.\u2019\n\n 18\n And when to the forrest of Sherwood he came,\n He quickly there did see\n His master good, bold Robin Hood,\n And all his company.\n\n 19\n \u2018What news? What news?\u2019 then said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Come, Little John, tell unto me;\n How hast thou sped with thy beggers trade?\n For that I fain would see.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018No news but good,\u2019 then said Little John,\n \u2018With begging ful wel I have sped;\n Six hundred and three I have here for thee,\n In silver and gold so red.\u2019\n\n 21\n Then Robin took Little John by the hand,\n And danced about the oak-tree:\n \u2018If we drink water while this doth last,\n Then an il death may we die!\u2019\n\n 22\n So to conclude my merry new song,\n All you that delight it to sing,\n \u2019Tis of Robin Hood, that archer good,\n And how Little John went a begging.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n _Half a page wanting at the beginning, and after 10^3._\n\n 3^2. his crest.\n\n 4^2. 9.\n\n 6^1. 2.\n\n 6^2. 3^d.\n\n 8^2, 11^3. 3.\n\n 9^1. 7.\n\n 9^3. had neuer.\n\n 10^2. him 2[s :].\n\n#B. a.#\n\n Little John and the Four Beggers: A new merry song of Robin Hood\n and Little John, shewing how Little John went a begging, and how\n he fought with Four Beggers, and what a prize he got of the Four\n Beggers.\n\n The tune is, Robin Hood and the Begger.\n\n Printed for William Gilber[t]son. (1640\u201363.)\n\n 13^4. them _for_ him.\n\n 14^4. Whih again.\n\n 22^4. beggiug.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#.\n\n 11^2. on thy.\n\n 11^4. I will.\n\n 12^3. never.\n\n 13^4. made him.\n\n 14^4. again.\n\n 20^3. Three hundred.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title as in #a#, except_: from these four Beggers. To the tune of\n Robin Hood and the Begger.\n\n _Burden_: _last_ down _wanting_.\n\n 8^3. a _wanting_: let\u2019s.\n\n 9^2. I _for_ we.\n\n 10^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 12^3. never.\n\n 13^4. made him: than.\n\n 14^4. against.\n\n 19^4. I fain would fain.\n\n 20^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 20^3. Three hundred.\n\n 22^2. it _wanting_.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in #a#, except_: Or, a new. To the tune of Robin Hood,\n &c.\n\n Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.\n (1670\u201386?)\n\n 1^2. for _wanting_.\n\n 3^3. sorts.\n\n 3^4. then shall I.\n\n 4^3. as _wanting_.\n\n 5^{1,4}. he _wanting_.\n\n 7^1. my children.\n\n 10^2. in the Country.\n\n 13^4. made run then.\n\n 14^4. against.\n\n 16^1. in the.\n\n 17^2. it hath.\n\n 18^1. But when.\n\n 19^3. with the.\n\n 22^2. And you.\n\n\n\n\n 143\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE BISHOP\n\n \u2018Robin Hood and the Bishop.\u2019 #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 11 b.\n\n #b.# Garland of 1663, No 5.\n\n #c.# Garland of 1670, No 4.\n\n #d.# Pepys, II, 109, No 96.\n\n #e.# Roxburghe, I, 362, in the Ballad Societys reprint, II, 448.\n\n\nAlso Pepys, II, 122, No 107, by Alexander Milbourne (1670\u201397): Old\nBallads, 1723, II, 39.\n\n#a# is printed in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 19. Evans, Old Ballads,\n1777, 1784, I, 102, apparently follows the Aldermary Churchyard garland.\n\nRobin Hood, while ranging the forest, sees a bishop and all his men\ncoming, and, knowing that if he is taken no mercy will be given him,\nasks the help of an old woman, to whom he makes himself known. The old\nwoman has had a kindness from him, and wishes to return it. She consents\nto exchange her gray coat and spindle for his green mantle and arrows,\nand Robin makes for his band in this disguise. The bishop carries off\nthe old woman on a horse, making no doubt that he has Robin in custody,\nbut, as he proceeds through the wood, sees a hundred bowmen, and asks\nhis prisoner what this may be. I think it be Robin Hood, says the\nsupposed outlaw. \u201cAnd who are you?\u201d \u201cWhy, I am an old woman.\u201d The bishop\nturns about, but Robin stays him, ties him to a tree, takes five hundred\npound from his portmantle, and then is willing he should go. But Little\nJohn will not let him off till he has sung a mass; after which the\nbishop is mounted on his dapple-gray, with his face to the tail, and\ntold to pray for Robin Hood.\n\nThis ballad and the following are variations upon the theme of Robin\nHood and the Monk, in the Gest. The disguise as a woman occurs in other\noutlaw stories; as in Eustace the Monk, Michel, p. 43. Also in Blind\nHarry\u2019s Wallace, ed. Moir, Book I, 239, and Book IV, 764, pp 9, 72: in\nthe first case Wallace has a rock and sits spinning. See also the ballad\nof Gude Wallace, further on.\n\nWe hear again of the forced mass, st. 23, in Robin Hood and Queen\nKatherine, #A# 31, #B# 40; and of money borrowed against the bishop\u2019s\nwill, in #A# 32 of the same. It is the Bishop of Hereford who suffers:\nsee the ballad which follows.\n\n\nTranslated by Doenniges, p. 203; Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 113.\n\n\n 1\n Come, gentlemen all, and listen a while,\n Hey down down an a down\n And a story I\u2019le to you unfold;\n I\u2019le tell you how Robin Hood served the Bishop,\n When he robbed him of his gold.\n\n 2\n As it fell out on a sun-shining day,\n When Phebus was in his prime,\n Then Robin Hood, that archer good,\n In mirth would spend some time.\n\n 3\n And as he walkd the forrest along,\n Some pastime for to spy,\n There was he aware of a proud bishop,\n And all his company.\n\n 4\n \u2018O what shall I do?\u2019 said Robin Hood then,\n \u2018If the Bishop he doth take me,\n No mercy he\u2019l show unto me, I know,\n But hanged I shall be.\u2019\n\n 5\n Then Robin was stout, and turnd him about,\n And a little house there he did spy;\n And to an old wife, for to save his life,\n He loud began for to cry.\n\n 6\n \u2018Why, who art thou?\u2019 said the old woman,\n \u2018Come tell it to me for good:\u2019\n \u2018I am an out-law, as many do know,\n My name it is Robin Hood.\n\n 7\n \u2018And yonder\u2019s the Bishop and all his men,\n And if that I taken be,\n Then day and night he\u2019l work me spight,\n And hanged I shall be.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018If thou be Robin Hood,\u2019 said the old wife,\n \u2018As thou dost seem to be,\n I\u2019le for thee provide, and thee I will hide\n From the Bishop and his company.\n\n 9\n \u2018For I well remember, one Saturday night\n Thou bought me both shoos and hose;\n Therefore I\u2019le provide thy person to hide,\n And keep thee from thy foes.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Then give me soon thy coat of gray,\n And take thou my mantle of green;\n Thy spindle and twine unto me resign,\n And take thou my arrows so keen.\u2019\n\n 11\n And when that Robin Hood was so araid,\n He went straight to his company;\n With his spindle and twine, he oft lookt behind\n For the Bishop and his company.\n\n 12\n \u2018O who is yonder,\u2019 quoth Little John,\n \u2018That now comes over the lee?\n An arrow I will at her let flie,\n So like an old witch looks she.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018O hold thy hand, hold thy hand,\u2019 said Robin then,\n \u2018And shoot not thy arrows so keen;\n I am Robin Hood, thy master good,\n And quickly it shall be seen.\u2019\n\n 14\n The Bishop he came to the old womans house,\n And he called with furious mood,\n \u2018Come let me soon see, and bring unto me,\n That traitor Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 15\n The old woman he set on a milk-white steed,\n Himselfe on a dapple-gray,\n And for joy he had got Robin Hood,\n He went laughing all the way.\n\n 16\n But as they were riding the forrest along,\n The Bishop he chanc\u2019d for to see\n A hundred brave bow-men bold\n Stand under the green-wood tree.\n\n 17\n \u2018O who is yonder,\u2019 the Bishop then said,\n \u2018That\u2019s ranging within yonder wood?\u2019\n \u2018Marry,\u2019 says the old woman, \u2018I think it to be\n A man calld Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018Why, who art thou,\u2019 the Bishop he said,\n \u2018Which I have here with me?\u2019\n \u2018Why, I am an old woman, thou cuckoldly bishop;\n Lift up my leg and see.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018Then woe is me,\u2019 the Bishop he said,\n \u2018That ever I saw this day!\u2019\n He turnd him about, but Robin so stout\n Calld him, and bid him stay.\n\n 20\n Then Robin took hold of the Bishops horse,\n And ty\u2019d him fast to a tree;\n Then Little John smil\u2019d his master upon,\n For joy of that company.\n\n 21\n Robin Hood took his mantle from\u2019s back,\n And spread it upon the ground,\n And out of the Bishops portmantle he\n Soon told five hundred pound.\n\n 22\n \u2018So now let him go,\u2019 said Robin Hood;\n Said Little John, That may not be;\n For I vow and protest he shall sing us a mass\n Before that he goe from me.\n\n 23\n Then Robin Hood took the Bishop by the hand,\n And bound him fast to a tree,\n And made him sing a mass, God wot,\n To him and his yeomandree.\n\n 24\n And then they brought him through the wood,\n And set him on his dapple-gray,\n And gave the tail within his hand,\n And bade him for Robin Hood pray.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Robin Hood and the Bishop: Shewing how Robin Hood went to an old\n womans house and changed cloaths with her, to scape from the\n Bishop; and how he robbed the Bishop of all his gold, and made\n him sing a mass. To the tune of Robin Hood and the Stranger.\n\n London, Printed for F. Grove on Snow-Hill. (1620\u201355.)\n\n _Burden_: _sometimes_ With a hey, _etc._; With hey, _etc._\n\n 2^2. her _for_ his: _cf._ #b#, #c#.\n\n 8^2. doth: _cf._ #b#, #c#, #d#, #e#.\n\n 9^1. on _for_ one: _cf._ #e#.\n\n 16^2. chance.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title as in #a#. Burden: with the same variations as in #a#._\n\n 2^2. in his.\n\n 5^4. for _wanting_.\n\n 8^1. then said.\n\n 8^2. dost.\n\n 9^1. on.\n\n 14^3. soon _wanting_.\n\n 16^2. chanc\u2019d.\n\n 17^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 17^2. yonders.\n\n 18^3. cuckoldy.\n\n 19^1. to me.\n\n 19^3. Robin Hood.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title as in #a#. Burden: always_ With a hey, _etc._\n\n 2^2. in his.\n\n 4^4. _wanting._\n\n 5^{3,4}. for _wanting_.\n\n 8^2. dost.\n\n 9^1. on.\n\n 16^1. long.\n\n 16^2. chanced.\n\n 17^1. he said.\n\n 18^3. cuckoldy.\n\n 19^1. to me.\n\n 19^3. Robin Hood.\n\n 24^4. bid.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in #a#, except_, escape: robbed him: sing mass.\n\n _Burden_: With a hey down down and a down.\n\n 2^1. of a.\n\n 2^2. in her.\n\n 2^3. That _for_ Then.\n\n 4^4. shall I.\n\n 5^4. for _wanting_.\n\n 7^3. my _for_ me.\n\n 8^1. old woman.\n\n 8^2. dost.\n\n 9^1. well _wanting_: on.\n\n 11^1. that _wanting_: thus _for_ so.\n\n 13^1. Robin Hood.\n\n 16^2. chanc\u2019d.\n\n 18^3. am a woman: cuckoldy.\n\n 19^3. Robin Hood.\n\n 20^4. of his.\n\n 22^1. So _wanting_.\n\n 23^1. by\u2019th.\n\n 24^1. And when.\n\n#e.#\n\n _Title as in #a#, except_, escape: robbed him: sing mass.\n\n London, Printed by and for W. O[nley], _etc._ (1650\u20131702.)\n\n _Burden_: With a hey down down an a down.\n\n 1^2. to you I\u2019ll.\n\n 1^3. to you.\n\n 2^1. of a.\n\n 2^2. in her.\n\n 2^3. Bold Robin Hood.\n\n 3^3. he _wanting_. (?)\n\n 4^1. saith.\n\n 4^4. shall I.\n\n 5^2. did he.\n\n 5^3. for _wanting_.\n\n 5^4. aloud began to.\n\n 7^3. my _for_ me.\n\n 7^4. shall I.\n\n 8^1. then said the old woman.\n\n 8^2. dost.\n\n 9^1. well _wanting_: one.\n\n 9^2. brought.\n\n 10^2. the _for_ my.\n\n 11^1. thus _for_ so.\n\n 11^3. and _wanting_.\n\n 12^3. at her I will.\n\n 13^1. saith.\n\n 16^2. chanc\u2019d.\n\n 17^4. A _wanting_.\n\n 18^3. am a woman.\n\n 19^3. Robin Hood.\n\n 19^4. to him.\n\n 20^4. of this.\n\n 22^1. So _wanting_.\n\n 23^1. by th\u2019.\n\n\n\n\n 144\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE BISHOP OF HEREFORD\n\n #A. a.# Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, London, J. Marshall & Co., Aldermary\n Churchyard, No 23. #b.# \u2018Robin Hood and the Bishop of Hereford,\u2019\n Douce Ballads, III, 123 b, London, C. Sheppard, 1791. #c.#\n Chappell\u2019s Popular Music of the Olden Time, p. 395, from a broadside\n printed for Daniel Wright, next the Sun Tavern in Holborn. #d.#\n Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, 1749, No 23.\n\n #B.# E. Cochrane\u2019s Song-Book, p. 149, No 113.\n\n\n#A a# in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 146, \u201ccompared with the York\ncopy,\u201d that is, with two or three slight changes: Evans, Old Ballads,\n1777, 1784, I, 211. #B#, the Scottish copy, is very likely only an\nimperfect remembrance of a broadside, but the date of the MS., though\nthis is perhaps not determinable, has been put as early as 1730.\n\nRobin Hood, expecting the Bishop of Hereford to pass near Barnsdale, has\na deer killed for his dinner. He dresses himself and six of his men in\nshepherd\u2019s attire, and when the Bishop approaches they make an ado to\nattract his attention. The Bishop interrogates them. Robin owns that\nthey mean to make merry with the king\u2019s venison. The Bishop will show\nthem no mercy; they must go before the king with him. Robin summons his\nband with his horn and it is the Bishop\u2019s turn to cry mercy. Robin will\nnot let him off, but takes him to Barnsdale, and makes him great cheer.\nThe Bishop foresees that there will be a heavy reckoning. Little John\nsearches the Bishop\u2019s portmanteau, and takes out three hundred pound;\nenough, he says, to make him in charity with the churchman. They make\nthe Bishop dance in his boots, #A#, or sing a mass, #B#, and he is glad\nto get off so lightly.\n\nThe Bishop of Hereford appears in the next ballad, Robin Hood and Queen\nKatherine. He there tells us that Robin had made him sing a mass out of\nhours, and had borrowed money of him against his will.\n\nThe conclusion of this ballad is to the same effect as that of the\npreceding, and was probably suggested by the Gest. No copy has been\nfound, in print or writing, earlier than the last century; a fact of no\nspecial importance. Whenever written, if written it was, it is far\nsuperior to most of the seventeenth century broadsides. Mr Chappell\nspeaks of it as being now (thirty years ago) the most popular of the\nRobin Hood set.\n\n\nTranslated by Talvj, Charakteristik, p. 493; Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 151;\nLo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 204.\n\n\n A\n\n #a.# Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, Aldermary Churchyard, No 23. #b.# Douce\n Ballads, III, 123 b, 1791. #c.# Chappell\u2019s Popular Music of the\n Olden Time, p. 395, from a broadside printed for Daniel Wright, #d.#\n Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, without place, 1749, No 23, p. 98.\n\n 1\n Some they will talk of bold Robin Hood,\n And some of barons bold,\n But I\u2019ll tell you how he servd the Bishop of Hereford,\n When he robbd him of his gold.\n\n 2\n As it befel in merry Barnsdale,\n And under the green-wood tree,\n The Bishop of Hereford was to come by,\n With all his company.\n\n 3\n \u2018Come, kill a venson,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018Come, kill me a good fat deer;\n The Bishop of Hereford is to dine with me to-day,\n And he shall pay well for his cheer.\n\n 4\n \u2018We\u2019ll kill a fat venson,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018And dress it by the highway-side;\n And we will watch the Bishop narrowly,\n Lest some other way he should ride.\u2019\n\n 5\n Robin Hood dressd himself in shepherd\u2019s attire,\n With six of his men also;\n And, when the Bishop of Hereford came by,\n They about the fire did go.\n\n 6\n \u2018O what is the matter?\u2019 then said the Bishop,\n \u2018Or for whom do you make this a-do?\n Or why do you kill the king\u2019s venson,\n When your company is so few?\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018We are shepherds,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018And we keep sheep all the year,\n And we are disposed to be merry this day,\n And to kill of the king\u2019s fat deer.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018You are brave fellows!\u2019 said the Bishop,\n \u2018And the king of your doings shall know;\n Therefore make haste and come along with me,\n For before the king you shall go.\u2019\n\n 9 \u2018O pardon, O pardon,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018O pardon, I thee pray!\n For it becomes not your lordship\u2019s coat\n To take so many lives away.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018No pardon, no pardon,\u2019 says the Bishop,\n \u2018No pardon I thee owe;\n Therefore make haste, and come along with me,\n For before the king you shall go.\u2019\n\n 11\n Then Robin set his back against a tree,\n And his foot against a thorn,\n And from underneath his shepherd\u2019s coat\n He pulld out a bugle-horn.\n\n 12\n He put the little end to his mouth,\n And a loud blast did he blow,\n Till threescore and ten of bold Robin\u2019s men\n Came running all on a row;\n\n 13\n All making obeysance to bold Robin Hood;\n \u2019Twas a comely sight for to see:\n \u2018What is the matter, master,\u2019 said Little John,\n \u2018That you blow so hastily?\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018O here is the Bishop of Hereford,\n And no pardon we shall have:\u2019\n \u2018Cut off his head, master,\u2019 said Little John,\n \u2018And throw him into his grave.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018O pardon, O pardon,\u2019 said the Bishop,\n \u2018O pardon, I thee pray!\n For if I had known it had been you,\n I\u2019d have gone some other way.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018No pardon, no pardon,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018No pardon I thee owe;\n Therefore make haste and come along with me,\n For to merry Barnsdale you shall go.\u2019\n\n 17\n Then Robin he took the Bishop by the hand,\n And led him to merry Barnsdale;\n He made him to stay and sup with him that night,\n And to drink wine, beer, and ale.\n\n 18\n \u2018Call in the reckoning,\u2019 said the Bishop,\n \u2018For methinks it grows wondrous high:\u2019\n \u2018Lend me your purse, Bishop,\u2019 said Little John,\n \u2018And I\u2019ll tell you bye and bye.\u2019\n\n 19\n Then Little John took the bishop\u2019s cloak,\n And spread it upon the ground,\n And out of the bishop\u2019s portmantua\n He told three hundred pound.\n\n 20\n \u2018Here\u2019s money enough, master,\u2019 said Little John,\n \u2018And a comely sight \u2019tis to see;\n It makes me in charity with the Bishop,\n Tho he heartily loveth not me.\u2019\n\n 21\n Robin Hood took the Bishop by the hand,\n And he caused the music to play,\n And he made the Bishop to dance in his boots,\n And glad he could so get away.\n\n\n B\n\n E. Cochrane\u2019s Song-Book, p. 149, No 113.\n\n 1\n Some talk of lords, and some talk of lairds,\n And some talk of barrons bold,\n But I\u2019ll tell you a story of bold Robin Hood,\n How he robbed the Bishop of his gold.\n\n 2\n \u2018Cause kill us a venison,\u2019 sayes Robin Hood,\n \u2018And we\u2019ll dress it by the high-way side,\n And we will watch narrowly for the Bishop,\n Lest some other way he do ride.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018Now who is this,\u2019 sayes the Bishop,\n \u2018That makes so boldly here\n To kill the king\u2019s poor small venison,\n And so few of his company here?\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018We are shepherds,\u2019 says Robin Hood,\n \u2018And do keep sheep all the year;\n And we thought it fit to be merry on a day,\n And kill one of the king\u2019s fallow deer.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018Thou art a bold fellow,\u2019 the Bishop replyes,\n \u2018And your boldness you do show;\n Make hast, make hast, and go along with me,\n For the king of your doings shall know.\u2019\n\n 6\n He leand his back unto a brae,\n His foot against a thorn,\n And out from beneath his long shepherds coat\n He pulled a blowing-horn.\n\n 7\n He put his horn in to his mouth,\n And a snell blast he did blow,\n Till four and twenty of bold Robins men\n Came riding up all in a row.\n\n 8\n \u2018Come, give us a reckoning,\u2019 says the Bishop,\n \u2018For I think you drink wondrous large:\u2019\n \u2018Come, give me your purse,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018And I will pay all your charge.\u2019\n\n 9\n He pulled off his long shepherds coat,\n And he spread it on the ground,\n And out of the Bishops long trunk-hose,\n He pulled a hundred pound.\n\n 10\n \u2018O master,\u2019 quoth Litle John,\n \u2018It\u2019s a very bony sight for to see;\n It makes me to favour the Bishop,\n Tho in heart he loves not me.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Come, sing us a mass,\u2019 sayes bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018Come, sing us a mass all anon;\n Come, sing us a mass,\u2019 sayes bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018Take a kick in the a\u2014se, and be gone.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A. a.#\n\n The Bishop of Hereford\u2019s Entertainment by Robin Hood and Little\n John, &c., in merry Barnsdale.\n\n 8^4. Forr.\n\n 18^3. master _for_ Bishop: _cf._ #b#.\n\n#b.#\n\n London, Published April 7th, 1791, by C. Sheppard, No 19, Lambert\n Hill, Doctors Commons.\n\n 3^3. \u2019s to.\n\n 7^4. to taste.\n\n 10^1. said.\n\n 11^4. out his.\n\n 12^2. he did.\n\n 12^3. Robin Hood\u2019s.\n\n 13^2. for _wanting_.\n\n 13^3. What\u2019s.\n\n 14^2. Says no.\n\n 17^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 17^3. him stay and dine with him that day.\n\n 18^2. For I think.\n\n 18^3. bishop _for_ master.\n\n 20^3. me have charity for.\n\n 21^3. And _wanting_: the old.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#.\n\n 1^1. O some: of brave.\n\n 1^3. ye.\n\n 1^4. And robbd.\n\n 2^1. All under.\n\n 3^1. kill me.\n\n 3^3. \u2019s to.\n\n 10^1. said.\n\n 16^1. said bold.\n\n 18^1. in a.\n\n 18^3. purse, master.\n\n 21^3. the old.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#: &c _wanting_.\n\n 1^1. they _wanting_.\n\n 1^3. of Hereford _wanting_.\n\n 1^4. his _wanting_.\n\n 3^1. Hood _wanting_.\n\n 3^3. to-day _wanting_.\n\n 3^4. well _wanting_.\n\n 4^1. kill the vension.\n\n 5^1. Hood he.\n\n 5^2. And six: men likewise.\n\n 5^4. Then _for_ They.\n\n 6^1. then _wanting_.\n\n 6^3. of the.\n\n 6^4. And your: so small.\n\n 7^1. Hood _wanting_.\n\n 9^1. bold _wanting_.\n\n 10^1. said.\n\n 10^4. you must.\n\n 11^4. out his fine.\n\n 12^2. he did.\n\n 12^4. marching down in a.\n\n 13^3. master _wanting_.\n\n 14^4. into the.\n\n 15^4. I would: gone another.\n\n 16^1. bold Robin: Hood _wanting_.\n\n 17^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 17^2. And he.\n\n 17^3. to _wanting_.\n\n 18^1. in a.\n\n 18^2. Methinks it runs.\n\n 18^3. master _wanting_.\n\n 19^3. portmantle.\n\n 19^4. He took.\n\n 20^1. master _wanting_.\n\n 20^2. And it is: \u2019tis _wanting_.\n\n 21^1. Robin he took.\n\n 21^2. he _wanting_.\n\n 21^3. And _wanting_.\n\n 21^4. so _wanting_.\n\n\n\n\n 145\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND QUEEN KATHERINE\n\n #A.# \u2018Robin Hoode and Quene Kath[erine],\u2019 Percy MS., p. 15; Hales and\n Furnivall, I, 37.\n\n #B.# \u2018Renowned Robin Hood,\u2019 etc. #a.# Wood, 502, leaf 10. #b.#\n Roxburghe, I, 356, in the Ballad Society\u2019s reprint, II, 419. #c.#\n Garland of 1663, No 9. #d.# Garland of 1670, No 8. #e.# Wood, 401,\n leaf 31 b. #f.# Pepys, II, 103, No 90.\n\n #C.# \u2018Robin Hood, Scarlet and John,\u2019 etc., Garland of 1663, No 1.\n\n\nA copy in Roxburghe, III, 450, printed by L. How, in Petticoat Lane, is\nof the eighteenth century. In Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 82, \u201cfrom\nan old black-letter copy in a private collection, compared with another\nin that of Anthony a Wood.\u201d In Evans\u2019s Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 149,\nfrom an Aldermary garland.\n\nRobin Hood has made Queen Katherine his friend by presenting her with a\nsum of gold which he had taken from the king\u2019s harbingers. The king has\noffered a heavy wager that his archers cannot be excelled, and the queen\nmay have her choice of all other bowmen in England. Availing herself of\nthese terms, the queen summons Robin Hood and his men, who are to come\nto London on St George\u2019s day, under changed names. She hopes to have\nRobin relieved of his outlawry. The king\u2019s archers lead off, and make\nthree. The ladies think the queen has no chance. She asks Sir Richard\nLee, known to us already from the Gest, to be on her side. Sir Richard\nLee, we are told, is sprung from Gawain\u2019s blood (#A#, Gower\u2019s, Gowrie\u2019s\nin other texts), and naturally would deny nothing to a lady. The Bishop\nof Hereford declines to be of the queen\u2019s party, but stakes a large sum\non the king\u2019s men. The queen\u2019s archers shoot, and the game stands three\nand three; the queen bids the king beware. The third three shall pay for\nall, says the king. It is now time for the outlaws to do their best.\nLoxly, as Robin Hood is called, leads off. The particulars of the\noutlaws\u2019 exploits are wanting in #A#.\n\nIn #B#, #C#, Robin\u2019s feat is obscurely described. Clifton, who\nrepresents Scarlet (for in #B#, #C#, contrary to older tradition,\nScarlet seems to be put before John), cleaves the willow wand, and Midge\n(Mutch), the Miller\u2019s Son, who, according to #A# 10, is John, is but\nlittle behind him.[117] The queen, to assure the safety of her men, begs\nthe boon that the king will not be angry with any of her party, and the\nking replies, Welcome, friend or foe.\n\nAfter this there is no occasion for concealment. The Bishop of Hereford,\nlearning who Loxly is, says that Robin is only too old an acquaintance;\nRobin had once made him say a mass at two in the afternoon, and borrowed\nmoney of him which had never been repaid. Robin offers to pay him for\nthe mass by giving half of the gold back. Small thanks, says the bishop,\nfor paying me with my own money. King Henry, quite outstripping even the\neasiness of Edward in the Gest, says he loves Robin never the worse, and\ninvites him to leave his outlaws and come live at the court, a proposal\nwhich is peremptorily rejected. This is a very pleasant ballad, with all\nthe exaggeration, and it is much to be regretted that one half of #A# is\nlost.\n\n#C# is a piece of regular hack-work, and could not maintain itself in\ncompetition with #B#, upon which, perhaps, it was formed. It will be\nobserved that Sir Richard Lee is changed into Sir Robert Lee in #C#, and\nthat the thirty-fourth stanza represents the king as subsequently making\nRobin Hood Earl of Huntington.\n\nThe adventure of the Bishop of Hereford with Robin Hood is the subject\nof a separate ballad, now found only in a late form: see No 144.\n\nLoxly, the name given to Robin in the present ballad, is, according to\nthe Life in the Sloane MS., a town in Yorkshire, \u201cor after others in\nNottinghamshire,\u201d where Robin was born. The ballad of Robin Hood\u2019s\nBirth, Breeding, etc., following the same tradition, or invention, says\n\u201cLocksly town in Nottinghamshire.\u201d It appears from Spencer Hall\u2019s\nForester\u2019s Offering, London, 1841, that there is a Loxley Chase near\nSheffield, in Yorkshire, and a Loxley River too: Gutch, I, 75.\n\nFinsbury field was long a noted place for the practice of archery. In\nthe year 1498, says Stow, all the gardens which had continued time out\nof mind without Moorgate, to wit, about and beyond the lordship of\nFensberry, were destroyed. And of them was made a plain field for\narchers to shoot in. Survey of London, 1598, p. 351, cited, with other\nthings pertinent, by Ritson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 86 f.\n\nR. H. and the Shepherd, R. H. rescuing Will Stutly, and R. H.\u2019s Delight,\nare directed to be sung to the tune of R. H. and Queen Katherine, #B#,\nand may therefore be inferred to be of later date. R. H.\u2019s Progress to\nNottingham is to be sung to \u201cBold Robin Hood,\u201d and as this conjunction\nof words occurs several times in R. H. and Queen Katherine, and the\nburden and its disposition, in the Progress to Nottingham, are the same\nas in R. H. and Queen Katherine, \u201cBold Robin Hood\u201d may indicate this\npresent ballad. R. H. and Queen Katherine, #C#, is directed to be sung\nto the tune of The Pinder of Wakefield.\n\nR. H.\u2019s Chase is a sequel to R. H. and Queen Katherine.\n\n\nTranslated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 172.\n\n\n A\n\n Percy MS., p. 15; Hales and Furnivall, I, 37.\n\n 1\n Now list you, lithe you, gentlemen,\n A while for a litle space,\n And I shall tell you how Queene Katterine\n Gott Robin Hood his grace.\n\n 2\n Gold taken from the kings harbengers\n Seldome times hath beene seene,\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n * * * * *\n\n 3\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018Queene Katherine, I say to thee;\u2019\n \u2018That\u2019s a princly wager,\u2019 q_uo_th Queene Katherine,\n \u2018Betweene yo_u_r grace and me.\n\n 4\n \u2018Where must I haue mine archers?\u2019 says Queene Katherine;\n \u2018You haue the flower of archery:\u2019\n \u2018Now take yo_u_r choice, dame,\u2019 he sayes,\n \u2018Thorow out all England free.\n\n 5\n \u2018Yea from North Wales to Westchester,\n And also to Couentry;\n And when you haue chosen the best you can,\n The wager must goe w_i_th mee.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018If that prooue,\u2019 says Queene Katherine,\n \u2018Soone that wilbe tride and knowne;\n Many a man counts of another mans pursse,\n And after looseth his owne.\u2019\n\n 7\n The queene is to her palace gone,\n To her page thus shee can say:\n Come hither to me, Dicke Patrinton,\n Trusty and trew this day.\n\n 8\n Thou must bring me the names of my archers all,\n All strangers must they bee,\n Yea from North Wales to West Chester,\n And alsoe to Couentrie.\n\n 9\n Com_m_end me to Robin Hood, says Queene Katherine,\n And alsoe to Litle John,\n And specially to Will Scarlett,\n Ffryar Tucke and Maid Marryan.\n\n 10\n Robin Hood we must call Loxly,\n And Little John the Millers sonne;\n Thus wee then must change their names,\n They must be strangers euery one.\n\n 11\n Com_m_end mee to Robin Hood, sayes Queene Katherine,\n And marke, page, what I say;\n In London they must be w_i_th me\n [Vpon S^t Georges day.]\n\n * * * * *\n\n 12\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018These words hath sent by me;\n Att London you must be w_i_th her\n Vpon S^t Georg[e]s day.\n\n 13\n \u2018Vpon S^t Georg[e]s day att noone\n Att London needs must you bee;\n Shee wold not misse yo_u_r companie\n For all the gold in Cristinty.\n\n 14\n \u2018Shee hath tane a shooting for yo_u_r sake,\n The greatest in Christentie,\n And her part you must needs take\n Against her prince, Henery.\n\n 15\n \u2018Shee sends you heere her gay gold ring\n A trew token for to bee;\n And, as you are [a] banisht man,\n Shee trusts to sett you free.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018And I loose that wager,\u2019 says bold Robin Hoode,\n \u2018I\u2019le bring mony to pay for me;\n And wether that I win or loose,\n On my queenes part I will be.\u2019\n\n 17\n In som_m_er time when leaues grow greene,\n And flowers are fresh and gay,\n Then Ro_bin_ Hood he deckt his men\n Eche one in braue array.\n\n 18\n He deckt his men in Lincolne greene,\n Himselfe in scarlett red;\n Fayre of theire brest then was it seene\n When his siluer armes were spread.\n\n 19\n With hatt_i_s white and fethers blacke,\n And bowes and arrowes keene,\n And thus he ietted towards louly London,\n To p_re_sent Queene Katherine.\n\n 20\n But when they cam to louly London,\n They kneeled vpon their knee;\n Sayes, God you saue, Queene Katherine,\n And all yo_u_r dignitie!\n\n * * * * *\n\n 21\n . . . . . . . of my guard,\u2019\n Thus can King Henry say,\n \u2018And those that wilbe of Queene Katerines side,\n They are welcome to me this day.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018Then come hither to me, S_i_r Richard Lee,\n Thou art a knight full good;\n Well it is knowen ffrom thy pedygree\n Thou came from Gawiins blood.\n\n 23\n \u2018Come hither, Bishopp of Hereford,\u2019 q_uo_th Queene Katherine\u2014\n A good preacher I watt was hee\u2014\n \u2018And stand thou heere vpon a odd side,\n On my side for to bee.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018I like not that,\u2019 sayes the bishopp then,\n \u2018By faikine of my body,\n For if I might haue my owne will,\n On the kings I wold bee.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018What will thou be[t] against vs,\u2019 says Loxly then,\n \u2018And stake it on the ground?\u2019\n \u2018That will I doe, fine fellow,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018And it drawes to fiue hundreth pound.\u2019\n\n 26\n \u2018There is a bett,\u2019 says Loxly then;\n \u2018Wee\u2019le stake it merrily;\u2019\n But Loxly knew full well in his mind\n And whose that gold shold bee.\n\n 27\n Then the queenes archers they shot about\n Till it was three and three;\n Then the lady\u2019s gaue a merry shout,\n Sayes, Woodcocke, beware thine eye!\n\n 28\n \u2018Well, gam and gam,\u2019 then q_uo_th our king,\n \u2018The third three payes for all;\u2019\n Then Robine rounded w_i_th our queene,\n Says, The kings p_ar_t shall be small.\n\n 29\n Loxly puld forth a broad arrowe,\n He shott it vnder hand,\n . . . . s vnto . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n * * * * *\n\n 30\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018For once he vndidd mee;\n If I had thought it had beene bold Ro_bin_ Hoode,\n I wold not haue betted one peny.\n\n 31\n \u2018Is this Ro_bin_ Hood?\u2019 says the bishopp againe;\n \u2018Once I knew him to soone;\n He made me say a masse against my will,\n Att two a clocke in the afternoone.\n\n 32\n \u2018He bound me fast vnto a tree,\n Soe did he my merry men;\n He borrowed ten pound against my will,\n But he neuer paid me againe.\u2019\n\n 33\n \u2018What and if I did?\u2019 says bold Ro_bin_ Hood,\n \u2018Of that masse I was full faine;\n In recompence, befor king and queene\n Take halfe of thy gold againe.\u2019\n\n 34\n \u2018I thanke thee for nothing,\u2019 says the bishopp,\n \u2018Thy large gift to well is knowne,\n _Tha_t will borrow a mans mony against his will,\n And pay him againe w_i_th his owne.\u2019\n\n 35\n \u2018What if he did soe?\u2019 says King Henery,\n \u2018For that I loue him neuer the worsse;\n Take vp thy gold againe, bold Robin Hood,\n And put [it] in thy pursse.\n\n 36\n \u2018If thou woldest leaue thy bold outlawes,\n And come and dwell w_i_th me,\n Then I wold say thou art welcome, bold Ro_bin_ Hood,\n The flower of archery.\u2019\n\n 37\n \u2018I will not leaue my bold outlawes\n For all the gold in Christentie;\n In merry Sherwood I\u2019le take my end,\n Vnder my trusty tree.\n\n 38\n \u2018And gett yo_u_r shooters, my leeig[e], where you will,\n For in faith you shall haue none of me;\n And when Queene Katherine puts up her f[inger]\n Att her Graces com_m_andement I\u2019le bee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Wood, 402, leaf 10. #b.# Roxburghe, I, 356, in the Ballad\n Society\u2019s reprint, II, 419. #c.# Garland of 1663, No 9. #d.# Garland\n of 1670, No 8. #e.# Wood, 401, leaf 31 b. #f.# Pepys, II, 103, No\n 90.\n\n 1\n Gold tane from the kings harbengers,\n Down a down a down\n As seldome hath been seen,\n Down a down a down\n And carried by bold Robin Hood\n For a present to the queen.\n Down a down a down\n\n 2\n \u2018If that I live a year to an end,\u2019\n Thus gan Queen Katherin say,\n \u2018Bold Robin Hood, I will be thy friend,\n And all thy yeomen gay.\u2019\n\n 3\n The queen is to her chamber gone,\n As fast as she can wen;\n She cals unto her her lovely page,\n His name was Richard Patringten.\n\n 4\n \u2018Come hither to mee, thou lovely page,\n Come thou hither to mee;\n For thou must post to Notingham,\n As fast as thou canst dree.\n\n 5\n \u2018And as thou goest to Notingham,\n Search all those English wood;\n Enquire of one good yeoman or another\n That can tell thee of Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 6\n Sometimes he went, sometimes hee ran,\n As fast as he could win;\n And when hee came to Notingham,\n There he took up his inne.\n\n 7\n And when he came to Notingham,\n And had took up his inne,\n He calls for a pottle of Renish wine,\n And drank a health to his queen.\n\n 8\n There sat a yeoman by his side;\n \u2018Tell mee, sweet page,\u2019 said hee,\n \u2018What is thy business or the cause,\n So far in the North Country?\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018This is my business and the cause,\n Sir, I\u2019le tell it you for good,\n To inquire of one good yeoman or another\n To tell mee of Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018I\u2019le get my horse betime in the morn,\n By it be break of day,\n And I will shew thee bold Robin Hood,\n And all his yeomen gay.\u2019\n\n 11\n When that he came at Robin Hoods place,\n Hee fell down on his knee:\n \u2018Queen Katherine she doth greet you well,\n She greets you well by mee.\n\n 12\n \u2018She bids you post to fair London court,\n Not fearing any thing;\n For there shall be a little sport,\n And she hath sent you her ring.\u2019\n\n 13\n Robin took his mantle from his back\u2014\n It was of the Lincoln green\u2014\n And sent it by this lovely page,\n For a present unto the queen.\n\n 14\n In summer time, when leaves grow green,\n It is a seemly sight to see\n How Robin Hood himself had drest,\n And all his yeomandry.\n\n 15\n He cloathed his men in Lincoln green,\n And himself in scarlet red,\n Black hats, white feathers, all alike;\n Now bold Robin Hood is rid.\n\n 16\n And when he came at Londons court,\n Hee fell downe on his knee:\n \u2018Thou art welcome, Locksly,\u2019 said the queen,\n \u2018And all thy good yeomendree.\u2019\n\n 17\n The king is into Finsbury field,\n Marching in battel ray,\n And after follows bold Robin Hood,\n And all his yeomen gay.\n\n 18\n \u2018Come hither, Tepus,\u2019 said the king,\n \u2018Bow-bearer after mee,\n Come measure mee out with this line\n How long our mark shall be.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018What is the wager?\u2019 said the queen,\n \u2018That must I now know here:\u2019\n \u2018Three hundred tun of Renish wine,\n Three hundred tun of beer.\n\n 20\n \u2018Three hundred of the fattest harts\n That run on Dallom lee;\n That\u2019s a princely wager,\u2019 said the king,\n \u2018That needs must I tell thee.\u2019\n\n 21\n With that bespake one Clifton then,\n Full quickly and full soon;\n \u2018Measure no mark for us, most soveraign leige,\n Wee\u2019l shoot at sun and moon.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018Ful fifteen score your mark shall be,\n Ful fifteen score shall stand;\u2019\n \u2018I\u2019le lay my bow,\u2019 said Clifton then,\n \u2018I\u2019le cleave the willow wand.\u2019\n\n 23\n With that the kings archers led about,\n While it was three and none;\n With that the ladies began to shout,\n Madam, your game is gone!\n\n 24\n \u2018A boon, a boon,\u2019 Queen Katherine cries,\n \u2018I crave on my bare knee;\n Is there any knight of your privy counsel\n Of Queen Katherines part will be?\n\n 25\n \u2018Come hither to mee, Sir Richard Lee,\n Thou art a knight full good;\n For I do know by thy pedigree\n Thou springst from Goweres blood.\n\n 26\n \u2018Come hither to me, thou Bishop of Herefordshire\u2019\u2014\n For a noble priest was he\u2014\n \u2018By my silver miter,\u2019 said the bishop then,\n \u2018I\u2019le not bet one peny.\n\n 27\n \u2018The king hath archers of his own,\n Full ready and full light,\n And these be strangers every one,\n No man knows what they height.\u2019\n\n 28\n \u2018What wilt thou bet,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Thou seest our game the worse?\u2019\n \u2018By my silver miter,\u2019 said the bishop then,\n \u2018All the mony within my purse.\u2019\n\n 29\n \u2018What is in thy purse?\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Throw it down on the ground;\u2019\n \u2018Fifteen score nobles,\u2019 said the bishop then,\n \u2018It\u2019s neer an hundred pound.\u2019\n\n 30\n Robin Hood took his bagge from his side,\n And threw it down on the green;\n William Scadlocke went smiling away,\n \u2018I know who this mony must win.\u2019\n\n 31\n With that the queens archers led about,\n While it was three and three;\n With that the ladies gave a shout,\n \u2018Woodcock, beware thyn ee!\u2019\n\n 32\n \u2018It is three and three, now,\u2019 said the king,\n \u2018The next three pays for all;\u2019\n Robin Hood went and whispered to the queen,\n \u2018The kings part shall be but small.\u2019\n\n 33\n Robin Hood he led about,\n He shot it under hand,\n And Clifton, with a bearing arrow,\n He clave the willow wand.\n\n 34\n And little Midge, the Miller\u2019s son,\n Hee shot not much the worse;\n He shot within a finger of the prick;\n \u2018Now, bishop, beware thy purse!\u2019\n\n 35\n \u2018A boon, a boon,\u2019 Queen Katherine cries,\n \u2018I crave on my bare knee,\u2014\n That you will angry be with none\n That is of my party.\u2019\n\n 36\n \u2018They shall have forty days to come,\n And forty days to go,\n And three times forty to sport and play;\n Then welcome friend or fo.\u2019\n\n 37\n \u2018Then thou art welcome, Robin Hood,\u2019 said the queen,\n \u2018And so is Little John,\n So is Midge, the Miller\u2019s son;\n Thrice welcome every one.\u2019\n\n 38\n \u2018Is this Robin Hood?\u2019 the king now said;\n \u2018For it was told to mee\n That he was slain in the pallace-gate,\n So far in the North Country.\u2019\n\n 39\n \u2018Is this Robin Hood,\u2019 said the bishop then,\n \u2018As I see well to be?\n Had I knowne that had been that bold outlaw,\n I would not have bet one peny.\n\n 40\n \u2018Hee took me late one Saturday at night,\n And bound mee fast to a tree,\n And made mee sing a mass, God wot,\n To him and his yeomendree.\u2019\n\n 41\n \u2018What and if I did?\u2019 says Robin Hood,\n \u2018Of that mass I was full fain;\n For recompense to thee,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Here\u2019s half thy gold again.\u2019\n\n 42\n \u2018Now nay, now nay,\u2019 saies Little John,\n \u2018Master, that shall not be;\n We must give gifts to the kings officers;\n That gold will serve thee and mee.\u2019\n\n\n C\n\n The Garland of 1663, No 1.\n\n 1\n Stout Robin Hood, a most lusty out-law,\n As ever yet lived in this land,\n As ever yet lived in this land.\n His equal I\u2019m sure you never yet saw,\n So valiant was he of his hand,\n So valiant was he of his hand.\n\n 2\n No archers could ever compare with these three,\n Although from us they are gone;\n The like was never, nor never will be,\n To Robin Hood, Scarlet and John.\n\n 3\n Many stout robberies by these men were done,\n Within this our kingdom so wide;\n Vpon the highway much treasure they have won,\n No one that his purse ere deny\u2019d.\n\n 4\n Great store of money they from the kings men\n Couragiously did take away;\n Vnto fair Queen Katherine they gave it again,\n Who to them these words did say.\n\n 5\n If that I live but another fair year,\n Kind Robin Hood, said the fair queen,\n The love for this courtesie that I thee bear,\n Assure thy self it shall be seen.\n\n 6\n Brave Robin Hood courteously thanked her Grace,\n And so took his leave of the queen;\n He with his bold archers then hied him apace,\n In summer time, to the woods green.\n\n 7\n \u2018Now wend we together, my merry men all,\n To the green wood to take up our stand:\u2019\n These archers were ready at Robin Hoods call,\n With their bent bows all in their hand.\n\n 8\n \u2018Come, merrily let us now valiantly go\n With speed unto the green wood,\n And there let us kill a stout buck or a do,\n For our master, Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 9\n At London must now be a game of shooting,\n Where archers should try their best skill;\n It was so commanded by their gracious king;\n The queen then thought to have her will.\n\n 10\n Her little foot-page she sent with all speed,\n To find out stout Robin Hood,\n Who in the North bravely did live, as we read,\n With his bow-men in the green wood.\n\n 11\n When as this young page unto the North came,\n He staid under a hill at his inn;\n Within the fair town of sweet Nottingham,\n He there to enquire did begin.\n\n 12\n The page then having enquired aright\n The way unto Robin Hoods place,\n As soon as the page had obtained of him sight,\n He told him strange news from her Grace.\n\n 13\n \u2018Her Majestie praies you to haste to the court,\u2019\n And therewithall shewd him her ring;\n We must not delay his swift haste to this sport,\n Which then was proclaimd by the king.\n\n 14\n Then Robin Hood hies him with all speed he may,\n With his fair men attired in green,\n And towards fair London he then takes his way;\n His safety lay all on the queen.\n\n 15\n Now Robin Hood welcome was then to the court,\n Queen Katharine so did allow;\n Now listen, my friends, and my song shal report\n How the queen performed her vow.\n\n 16\n The king then went marching in state with his peers\n To Finsbury field most gay,\n Where Robin Hood follows him, void of all fears,\n With his lusty brave shooters that day.\n\n 17\n The king did command that the way should be\n Straight mete with a line that was good;\n The answer was made to him presently,\n By lusty bold Robin Hood.\n\n 18\n \u2018Let there be no mark measured,\u2019 then said he soon;\n \u2018I,\u2019 so said Scarlet and John,\n \u2018For we will shoot to the sun or the moon;\n We scorn to be outreacht with none.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018What shall the wager be?\u2019 then said the queen,\n \u2018Pray tell me before you begin:\u2019\n \u2018Three hundred tuns of good wine shall be seen,\n And as much of strong bear for to win.\n\n 20\n \u2018Three hundred of lusty fat bucks, sweet, beside,\n Shall now be our royal lay:\u2019\n Quoth Robin Hood, What ere does betide,\n I\u2019le bear this brave purchase away.\n\n 21\n \u2018Full fifteenscore,\u2019 saith the king, \u2018it shall be;\u2019\n Then straight did the bow-men begin,\n And Robin Hoods side gave them leave certainly\n A while some credit to win.\n\n 22\n The royal queen Katharine aloud cried she,\n Is here no lord, nor yet knight,\n That will take my part in this bold enmity?\n Sir Robert Lee, pray do me right.\n\n 23\n Then to the bold Bishop of Herefordshire\n Most mildly spoke our good queen;\n But he straight refused to lay any more,\n Such ods on their parties were seen.\n\n 24\n \u2018What wilt thou bet, seeing our game is the worse?\u2019\n Unto him then said Robin Hood:\n \u2018Why then,\u2019 quoth the bishop, \u2018all that\u2019s in my purse;\u2019\n Quoth Scarlet, That bargain is good.\n\n 25\n \u2018A hundred good pounds there is in the same,\u2019\n The bishop unto him did say;\n Then said Robin Hood, Now here\u2019s for the game,\n And to bear this your money away.\n\n 26\n Then did the kings archer his arrows command\n Most bravely and with great might,\n But brave jolly Robin shot under his hand,\n And then did hit the mark right.\n\n 27\n And Clifton he then, with his arrow so good,\n The willow-wood cleaved in two;\n The Miller\u2019s young son came not short, by the rood,\n His skill he most bravely did show.\n\n 28\n Thus Robin Hood and his crew won the rich prize,\n From all archers that there could be;\n Then loudly unto the king Queen Katherine cries,\n Forgive all my company!\n\n 29\n The king then did say, that for forty daies,\n Free leave then to come or go,\n For any man there, though he got the praise,\n \u2018Be he friend,\u2019 quoth he, \u2018or be he foe.\u2019\n\n 30\n Then quoth the queen, Welcome thou art, Robin Hood,\n And welcome, brave bow-men all three;\n Then straight quoth the king, I did hear, by the rood,\n That slain he was in the countrey.\n\n 31\n \u2018Is this Robin Hood?\u2019 the bishop did say,\n \u2018Is this Robin Hood certainly?\n He made me to say him mass last Saturday,\n To him and his bold yeomendry.\u2019\n\n 32\n \u2018Well,\u2019 quoth Robin Hood, \u2018in requital thereof,\n Half thy gold I give unto thee;\u2019\n \u2018Nay, nay,\u2019 then said Little John in a scoff,\n \u2018\u2018Twill serue us ith\u2019 North Countrey.\u2019\n\n 33\n Then Robin Hood pardon had straight of the king,\n And so had they every one;\n The fame of these days most loudly does ring,\n Of Robin Hood, Scarlet and John.\n\n 34\n Great honours to Robin Hood after were done,\n As stories for certain do say;\n The king made him Earl of fair Huntington,\n Whose fame will never decay.\n\n 35\n Thus have you heard the fame of these men,\n Good archers they were every one;\n We never shal see the like shooters again\n As Robin Hood, Scarlet and John.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n _After 2^2, 11^3, 20^4, 29^3, 38^4, half a page is gone._\n\n 2^1. _Perhaps_ harvengers.\n\n 5^2. cauentry.\n\n 9^3. _Perhaps_ Will_iam_.\n\n _After 16_: The 2d part.\n\n 18^2. hinselfe.\n\n 25^4. 500[th :].\n\n 27^2, 28^2. 3.\n\n 31^4. 2.\n\n 32^3. 10[li :].\n\n#B.#\n\n Renowned Robin Hood: or, his famous archery truly related; with\n the worthy exploits hee acted before Queen Katherine, hee being\n an outlaw-man; and how shee for the same obtained of the king\n his own and his fellows pardon. To a new tune.\n\n#a.#\n\n London, Printed for F. Grove, on Snow-hill. Entred according to\n order. (1620\u201355.)\n\n 16^4. yeomen three: _so #b-e#, but_ yeomendree, _the reading of\n #f#, must be right, since the whole band is present, and only\n two yeomen besides Robin are distinguished_.\n\n 23^2, 31^2. While, _if preserved, must be taken in the sense of_\n till, _which occurs in #f#, 23^2, as in #A#, 27^2._\n\n 31^1. the kings: _so all_. #A#, 27 _has_ queenes, _rightly_.\n\n 31^4. thy knee: _so all except_ #b#, _which has_ thy nee.\n\n 35^2. crave that on.\n\n 39^4. have _wanting_: _cf._ #A# 30, #c#, #f#.\n\n 40^4. yeomen three: _so all_. _See_ 16^4.\n\n#b.#\n\n Printed at London for Francis Grove.\n\n 2^2. can.\n\n 3^3. unto her lovely.\n\n 3^4. Parringten.\n\n 4^4. can.\n\n 6^3, 7^1. came at.\n\n 8^1. sate.\n\n 8^4. in this.\n\n 10^2. Be it the.\n\n 11^1. Hood.\n\n 13^3. sent that.\n\n 14^2. It\u2019s.\n\n 21^3. markes.\n\n 23^1. archer.\n\n 25^4. sprungst.\n\n 31^1. the kings.\n\n 31^4. thy nee.\n\n 33^3. baring.\n\n 33^4. clove.\n\n 35^1. cryed.\n\n 35^2. crave that on.\n\n 38^1. now said the king.\n\n 38^2. so told.\n\n 38^3. in Pallace gates.\n\n 39^4. not bet.\n\n 40^4. yeomen three.\n\n 41^1. an if.\n\n 41^2. full _wanting_.\n\n#c.#\n\n 3^3. unto her lovelie.\n\n 5^3, 9^3. or other.\n\n 8^1. sate.\n\n 9^1. is the.\n\n 10^4. yeoman.\n\n 16^4. yeomen three.\n\n 17^1. gone _for_ field.\n\n 20^4. must I needs.\n\n 23^3. shoot.\n\n 24^4. On _for_ Of.\n\n 25^4. sprangst from Gowries.\n\n 30^3. Sadlock.\n\n 30^4. whose this money must be. 31^1. the kings.\n\n 31^4. thy knee.\n\n 32^3. to _wanting_.\n\n 35^2. crave that on.\n\n 39^4. have bet.\n\n 40^1. on _for_ one.\n\n 40^4. yeomen three.\n\n#d.#\n\n 3^3. unto her lovely.\n\n 3^4. Patrington.\n\n 13^4. to _for_ unto.\n\n 14^4. his _wanting_.\n\n 16^4. yeomen three.\n\n 24^4. On _for_ Of.\n\n 25^4. sprangst.\n\n 31^1. the kings.\n\n 31^4. thy knee.\n\n 35^2. crave that on.\n\n 36^4. welcome every one.\n\n 39^1. quoth _for_ said.\n\n 39^4. not bet.\n\n 40^1. on _for_ one.\n\n 40^4. yeomen three.\n\n#e.#\n\n London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere & J. Wright. (1655\u201380.)\n\n 3^4. Patrington.\n\n 7^3. calld.\n\n 8^1. sate.\n\n 8^3. thy cause.\n\n 10^1. betimes.\n\n 16^4. good _wanting_: yeomen three.\n\n 17^2. gallant ray.\n\n 19^2. needs _for_ now.\n\n 20^2. runs.\n\n 22^3. quoth _for_ said.\n\n 31^1. the kings.\n\n 31^3. shoot.\n\n 31^4. thy knee.\n\n 35^2. that _wanting_.\n\n 38^3. the _wanting_.\n\n 39^3. I thought it had.\n\n 39^4. not bet.\n\n 40^4. yeomen three.\n\n 42^2. may not.\n\n#f.#\n\n _In the title_: being an outlaw man (hee _wanting_): how he _for_\n how shee.\n\n Printed for J. W[right], J. C[larke], W. T[hackeray], and T.\n Passenger. (1670\u201386?)\n\n 3^3. unto her lovely.\n\n 3^4. Parington.\n\n 4^1. Come thou: my _for_ thou.\n\n 4^3. now _for_ post.\n\n 5^2. woods.\n\n 6^2. wen.\n\n 7^3. bottle.\n\n 7^4. drinks.\n\n 8^1. sate.\n\n 8^3. or thy.\n\n 10^1. betimes.\n\n 11^1. to _for_ at.\n\n 13^2. the _wanting_.\n\n 13^4. to _for_ unto.\n\n 14^2. It was.\n\n 16^4. thy yeomandree.\n\n 17^1. is gone to.\n\n 17^2. array.\n\n 18^4. must be.\n\n 20^4. to the.\n\n 23^1. lead.\n\n 23^2. Till it.\n\n 24^2. crave it.\n\n 24^3. ever a _for_ any.\n\n 24^4. side _for_ part.\n\n 25^4. sprangest.\n\n 28^3. then said the bishop.\n\n 29^1. in it said.\n\n 30^3. Will.\n\n 31^1. the kings.\n\n 31^4. thy knee.\n\n 32^4. part _wanting_.\n\n 35^2. crave it.\n\n 35^3. would _for_ will.\n\n 36^4. welcome every one.\n\n 37^3. And so.\n\n 38^1. said now.\n\n 39^1. quoth _for_ said.\n\n 39^3. it had.\n\n 39^4. not a bet.\n\n 40^1. on Saturday night.\n\n 40^4. yeomen three.\n\n 41^1. then says.\n\n 42^2. may not.\n\n#C.#\n\n Robin Hood, Scarlet and John: Wherein you may see how Robin Hood,\n having lived an out-law many years, the Queen sent for him, and\n shooting a match before the King and Queen at London, and\n winning the rich prize, the Queen gained his pardon, and he was\n afterwards Earl of Huntington.\n\n To the tune of The Pinder of Wakefield.\n\n 20^3. what or.\n\n 26^1. archers.\n\n 27^3. yonng.\n\n 28^3. Katheline.\n\n 30^{1,3}. qd.\n\n\n\n\n 146\n\n ROBIN HOOD\u2019S CHASE\n\n #a.# Garland of 1663, No 15.\n\n #b.# Garland of 1670, No 14.\n\n #c.# Wood, 401, leaf 29 b.\n\n #d.# Pepys, II, 104, No 91.\n\n\nRoxburghe, III, 14, 418; Douce, III, 121 b, London, by L. How, an\neighteenth-century copy. #c# is signed T. R., and has no printer\u2019s name.\n\nReprinted in Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 92, from #c#. Evans, Old\nBallads, 1777, 1784, I, 156, agrees nearly with the Aldermary garland.\n\nRobin Hood\u2019s Chase is a sequel to Robin Hood and Queen Katherine, and\nbegins with a summary of that ballad. King Henry, who has been gracious,\nand over-gracious, to the outlaw, has a revulsion of feeling after Robin\nhas left his presence, and sets out in pursuit of him. When the king\nreaches Nottingham, Robin leaves Sherwood for Yorkshire, whence he\nspeeds successively to Newcastle, Berwick, Carlisle, Lancaster, Chester,\nthe king always following him close. At Chester the happy idea occurs to\nhim of going back to London, as if to inquire whether he were wanted.\nQueen Katherine informs Robin that the king has gone to Sherwood to seek\nhim, and Robin says he will return to the forest immediately to learn\nthe king\u2019s will. King Henry, coming home weary and vexed, is told by his\nqueen that Robin has been there to seek him. A cunning knave, quoth the\nking. The queen intercedes for Robin.\n\nThis is a well-conceived ballad, and only needs to be older.\n\n\nTranslated by A. Gr\u00fcn, p. 169, with omission of stanzas 1\u20137, 24.\n\n\n 1\n Come you gallants all, to you I do call,\n With a hey down down a down down\n That now is within this place,\n For a song I will sing of Henry the king,\n How he did Robin Hood chase.\n\n 2\n Queen Katherine she a match then did make,\n As plainly doth appear,\n For three hundred tun of good red wine,\n And three hundred tun of beer.\n\n 3\n But yet her archers she had to seek,\n With their bows and arrows so good;\n But her mind it was bent, with a good intent,\n To send for bold Robin Hood.\n\n 4\n But when bold Robin Hood he came there,\n Queen Katherine she did say,\n Thou art welcome, Locksley, said the queen,\n And all thy yeomen gay.\n\n 5\n For a match at shooting I have made,\n And thou my part must be:\n \u2018If I miss the mark, be it light or dark,\n Then hanged I will be.\u2019\n\n 6\n But when the game came to be playd,\n Bold Robin he then drew nigh;\n With his mantle of green, most brave to be seen,\n He let his arrows fly.\n\n 7\n And when the game it ended was,\n Bold Robin wan it with a grace,\n But after, the king was angry with him,\n And vowed he would him chase.\n\n 8\n What though his pardon granted was\n While he with them did stay,\n But yet the king was vexed at him\n When as he was gone his way.\n\n 9\n Soon after the king from the court did hie,\n In a furious angry mood,\n And often enquire, both far and near,\n After bold Robin Hood.\n\n 10\n But when the king to Nottingham came,\n Bold Robin was then in the wood;\n \u2018O come now,\u2019 said he, \u2018and let me see\n Who can find me bold Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 11\n But when that Robin Hood he did hear\n The king had him in chase,\n Then said Little John, Tis time to be gone,\n And go to some other place.\n\n 12\n Then away they went from merry Sherwood,\n And into Yorkshire he did hie,\n And the king did follow, with a hoop and a hallow,\n But could not come him nigh.\n\n 13\n Yet jolly Robin he passed along,\n He [went] straight to Newcastle town,\n And there stayed he hours two or three,\n And then he for Berwick was gone.\n\n 14\n When the king he did see how Robin did flee,\n He was vexed wondrous sore;\n With a hoop and a hallow he vowed to follow,\n And take him, or never give ore.\n\n 15\n \u2018Come now, let\u2019s away,\u2019 then cries Little John,\n \u2018Let any man follow that dare;\n To Carlile wee\u2019l hie with our company,\n And so then to Lancaster.\u2019\n\n 16\n From Lancaster then to Chester they went,\n And so did king Henery;\n But Robin away, for he durst not stay,\n For fear of some treachery.\n\n 17\n Saies Robin, Come, let us to London go,\n To see our noble queens face;\n It may be she wants our company,\n Which makes the king so us chase.\n\n 18\n When Robin he came Queen Katherine before,\n He fell upon his knee:\n \u2018If it please your Grace, I am come to this place,\n To speak with king Henery.\u2019\n\n 19\n Queen Katherine she answered bold Robin again,\n The king is gone to merry Sherwood;\n And when he went he to me did say\n He would go seek Robin Hood.\n\n 20\n \u2018Then fare you well, my gracious queen,\n For to Sherwood I will hie apace;\n For fain would I see what he would with me,\n If I could but meet with his Grace.\u2019\n\n 21\n But when King Henery he came home,\n Full weary, and vexed in mind,\n When he did hear Robin had been there,\n He blamed Dame Fortune unkind.\n\n 22\n \u2018You are welcome home,\u2019 Queen Katherine cried,\n \u2018Henry, my soveraign liege;\n Bold Robin Hood, that archer good,\n Your person hath been to seek.\u2019\n\n 23\n But when King Henry he did hear\n That Robin had been there him to seek,\n This answer he gave, He\u2019s a cunning knave,\n For I have sought him this whole three weeks.\n\n 24\n \u2018A boon! a boon!\u2019 Queen Katherine cried,\n \u2018I beg it here on your Grace,\n To pardon his life, and seek no more strife:\u2019\n And so endeth Robin Hoods chase.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a#, #b#, #c#.\n\n Robin Hood\u2019s Chase: or, A merry progress between Robin Hood and\n King Henry, shewing how Robin Hood led the King his chase from\n London to London, and when he had taken his leave of the Queen\n he returned to merry Sherwood.\n\n To the tune of Robin Hood and the Begger.\n\n#a.#\n\n _Burden_: _variously printed_ With a hey, etc., With hey, etc.;\n _twice_ Down a down a down.\n\n 5^{2,3}. Robin _between the lines, to show that what follows is\n his speech. So #b#, #c#. In #d#_ Robin _stands at the head of\n the third line_.\n\n 21^3. But when: _so_ #b#, #c#.\n\n 23^4, 3 weeks.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Burden_: With hey, etc., _or_, With a hey, etc.\n\n 2^1. she then a match.\n\n 3^1. she had her archers.\n\n 6^1. game it.\n\n 7^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 10^2. then _wanting_.\n\n 11^1. that bold.\n\n 13^2. went _wanting_.\n\n 14^4. and _for_ or.\n\n 15^1. cry\u2019d.\n\n 16^2. good King Henry.\n\n 18^4. Henry.\n\n 21^3. But when.\n\n 23^2. there _wanting_.\n\n 23^4. 3 weeks.\n\n 24^2. here on my knee.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Signed_ T. R. _No printer._\n\n _Burden_: With hey down down an a down.\n\n 2^4. hundred _wanting_.\n\n 3^3. it _wanting_.\n\n 5^1. of _for_ at.\n\n 6^1. it came.\n\n 8^3. after _for_ yet.\n\n 10^2. then _wanting_.\n\n 13^2. went _wanting_.\n\n 16^2, 18^4, 21^1. Henry.\n\n 16^3. to stay.\n\n 18^2. fell low.\n\n 18^4. For to.\n\n 21^3. But when.\n\n 22^2. leech.\n\n 23^4. 3 weeks.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#, #b#, #c#, _except_: The tune is.\n\n Printed for William Thackeray at the Angel in Duck-Lane. (1689.)\n\n _Burden_: With hey down down a down.\n\n 2^1. then a match did.\n\n 3^1. yet she had her archers.\n\n 5^1. of _for_ at.\n\n 5^2. on my.\n\n 5^4. will I.\n\n 6^2. he _wanting_.\n\n 7^2. a _wanting_.\n\n 8^4. had _for_ was.\n\n 10^2. O bold: then _wanting_.\n\n 10^3. Come said he.\n\n 11^1. that bold Robin he.\n\n 13^2. And went strait.\n\n 13^3. he stayed.\n\n 13^4, 14^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 14^4. gave.\n\n 15^1. than said Little.\n\n 16^2, 18^4, 21^1. Henry.\n\n 17^1. for London.\n\n 18^2. fell low.\n\n 18^4. For to.\n\n 19^3. he _wanting_.\n\n 19^4. go to.\n\n 20^3. what he\u2019d have.\n\n 21^3. And that he.\n\n 22^1. You\u2019re.\n\n 23^2. there _wanting_.\n\n 23^3. He is a.\n\n 23^4. 3 week.\n\n 24^2. of your.\n\n\n\n\n 147\n\n ROBIN HOOD\u2019S GOLDEN PRIZE\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, leaf 39 b.\n\n #b.# Garland of 1663, No 14.\n\n #c.# Garland of 1670, No 13.\n\n #d.# Pepys, II, 114, No 101.\n\n\nAlso Roxburghe, III, 12, 486; Old Ballads, 1723, II, 121; Douce, III,\n121, London, by L. How, of the last century.\n\nRitson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 97, from #a#, with changes. Evans, Old\nBallads, 1777, 1784, I, 160, agrees nearly with the Aldermary garland.\n\nEntered, says Ritson, in the Stationers\u2019 book, by Francis Grove, 2d\nJune, 1656.[118] Being directed to be sung to the tune \u201cR. H. was a tall\nyoung man,\u201d that is, R. H.\u2019s Progress to Nottingham, this ballad is the\nlater of the two.\n\nRobin Hood, disguised as a friar, asks charity of two priests. They\npretend to have been robbed, and not to have a penny. Robin pulls them\nfrom their horses, saying, Since you have no money, we will pray for\nsome, and keeps them at their prayers for an hour. Now, he says, we will\nsee what heaven has sent us; but the monks can find nothing in their\npockets. We must search one another, Robin says, and beginning the\noperation finds five hundred pounds on the monks. Of this he gives fifty\npounds to each of the priests to pay for their prayers, keeping the\nremainder. The priests would now move on, but Robin requires three oaths\nof them, of truth, chastity and charity, before he lets them go.\n\nThe kernel of the story is an old tale which we find represented in\nPauli\u2019s Schimpf und Ernst, 1533, \u00d6sterley, p. 397, Anhang, No 14, \u2018Wie\ndrey lantzknecht vmb ein zerung batten.\u2019 Three soldiers, out of service,\nmeet the cellarer of a rich Benedictine cloister, who has a bag hanging\nat his saddle-bow, with four hundred ducats in it. They ask for some\nmoney, for God\u2019s sake and good fellowship\u2019s. The cellarer answers that\nhe has no money: there is nothing but letters in his bag. Then, since we\nall four are without money, they say, we will kneel down and pray for\nsome. After a brief orison, the three jump up, search the bag, and find\nfour hundred ducats. The cellarer offers them a handsome douceur, and\nsays he had the money in the bag before; but to this they will give no\ncredence. They give the monk his share of one hundred, and thank God\ndevoutly for his grace. Retold by Waldis, with a supplement, Esopus, IV,\n21, ed. Kurz, II, 64; and by others, see Oesterley\u2019s notes, p. 552,\nKurz\u2019s, p. 156.\n\n#a# seems to be signed L. P., and these would most naturally be the\ninitials of the versifier.\n\n\nTranslated by Doenniges, p. 198, by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 131.\n\n\n 1\n I have heard talk of bold Robin Hood,\n Derry derry down\n And of brave Little John,\n Of Fryer Tuck, and Will Scarlet,\n Loxley, and Maid Marion.\n Hey down derry derry down\n\n 2\n But such a tale as this before\n I think there was never none;\n For Robin Hood disguised himself,\n And to the wood is gone.\n\n 3\n Like to a fryer, bold Robin Hood\n Was accoutered in his array;\n With hood, gown, beads and crucifix,\n He past upon the way.\n\n 4\n He had not gone [past] miles two or three,\n But it was his chance to spy\n Two lusty priests, clad all in black,\n Come riding gallantly.\n\n 5\n \u2018Benedicete,\u2019 then said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Some pitty on me take;\n Cross you my hand with a silver groat,\n For Our dear Ladies sake.\n\n 6\n \u2018For I have been wandring all this day,\n And nothing could I get;\n Not so much as one poor cup of drink,\n Nor bit of bread to eat.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Now, by my holydame,\u2019 the priests repli\u2019d,\n \u2018We never a peny have;\n For we this morning have been robd,\n And could no mony save.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018I am much afraid,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018That you both do tell a lye;\n And now before that you go hence,\n I am resolvd to try.\u2019\n\n 9\n When as the priests heard him say so,\n Then they rode away amain;\n But Robin Hood betook him to his heels,\n And soon overtook them again.\n\n 10\n Then Robin Hood laid hold of them both,\n And pulld them down from their horse:\n \u2018O spare us, fryer!\u2019 the priests cry\u2019d out,\n \u2018On us have some remorse!\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018You said you had no mony,\u2019 quoth he,\n \u2018Wherefore, without delay,\n We three will fall down on our knees,\n And for mony we will pray.\u2019\n\n 12\n The priests they could not him gainsay,\n But down they kneeled with speed;\n \u2018Send us, O send us,\u2019 then quoth they,\n \u2018Some mony to serve our need.\u2019\n\n 13\n The priests did pray with mournful chear,\n Sometimes their hands did wring,\n Sometimes they wept and cried aloud,\n Whilst Robin did merrily sing.\n\n 14\n When they had been praying an hours space,\n The priests did still lament;\n Then quoth bold Robin, Now let\u2019s see\n What mony heaven hath us sent.\n\n 15\n We will be sharers now all alike\n Of the mony that we have;\n And there is never a one of us\n That his fellows shall deceive.\n\n 16\n The priests their hands in their pockets put,\n But mony would find none:\n \u2018We\u2019l search our selves,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Each other, one by one.\u2019\n\n 17\n Then Robin Hood took pains to search them both,\n And he found good store of gold;\n Five hundred peeces presently\n Vpon the grass was told.\n\n 18\n \u2018Here is a brave show,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Such store of gold to see,\n And you shall each one have a part,\n Cause you prayed so heartily.\u2019\n\n 19\n He gave them fifty pound a-peece,\n And the rest for himself did keep;\n The priests durst not speak one word,\n But they sighed wondrous deep.\n\n 20\n With that the priests rose up from their knees,\n Thinking to have parted so;\n \u2018Nay, stay,\u2019 said Robin Hood, \u2018one thing more\n I have to say ere you go.\n\n 21\n \u2018You shall be sworn,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018Vpon this holy grass,\n That you will never tell lies again,\n Which way soever you pass.\n\n 22\n \u2018The second oath that you here must take,\n All the days of your lives\n You never shall tempt maids to sin,\n Nor lye with other mens wives.\n\n 23\n \u2018The last oath you shall take, it is this,\n Be charitable to the poor;\n Say you have met with a holy fryer,\n And I desire no more.\u2019\n\n 24\n He set them upon their horses again,\n And away then they did ride;\n And hee returnd to the merry green-wood,\n With great joy, mirth and pride.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n Robin Hoods Golden Prize.\n\n He met two priests upon the way,\n And forced them with him to pray.\n For gold they prayed, and gold they had,\n Enough to make bold Robin glad.\n His share came to four hundred pound,\n That then was told upon the ground;\n Now mark, and you shall hear the jest;\n You never heard the like exprest.\n\n Tune is, Robin Hood was a tall young man.\n\n London, Printed for F. Grove on Snow-hill. Entred according to\n order. Finis, L. P. F. Grove\u2019s _date, according to Mr Chappell,\n is 1620\u201355. Ritson says that the ballad was entered in the\n Stationers\u2019 book by_ Francis Grove, 2d June, 1656.\n\n#b.#\n\n Robin Hoods Golden Prize: Shewing how he robbed two priests of\n five hundred pound. The tune is, Robin Hood was a tall young\n man.\n\n 4^1. gone past.\n\n 6^1. all the.\n\n 7^1. holy dame: priest.\n\n 9^2. Then _wanting_.\n\n 10^1. hold on.\n\n 13^1. with a.\n\n 15^4. fellow.\n\n 17^4. he _for_ was.\n\n 18^4. For praying so.\n\n 19^1. pounds.\n\n 19^3. not to.\n\n 23^1. it _wanting_.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title the same_: _except_, Tune is.\n\n 2^4. he is.\n\n 4^1. gone past.\n\n 7^1. holy dame.\n\n 9^2. Then _wanting_.\n\n 10^1. holt of.\n\n 13^1. with a.\n\n 15^1. now _wanting_.\n\n 15^4. fellow.\n\n 17^1. pain: both _wanting_.\n\n 18^3. each one shall.\n\n 19^1. pounds.\n\n 24^1. upon _wanting_.\n\n#d.#\n\n Title as in #c#. Printed for William Thackeray at the Angel in\n Duck-lane. (1689.)\n\n 1^1. bold _wanting_.\n\n 2^2. think was never known.\n\n 4^1. gone past.\n\n 7^1. holy dame.\n\n 8^3. before you do go.\n\n 9^1. so say.\n\n 10^1. hold on.\n\n 11^1. you\u2019d: quoth Robin Hood.\n\n 12^2. kneel.\n\n 13^1. with a.\n\n 14^3. let us.\n\n 15^1. now _wanting_.\n\n 15^2. the _wanting_.\n\n 15^4. fellow.\n\n 16^2. could.\n\n 17^1. pain: both _wanting_.\n\n 17^4. he _for_ was.\n\n 18^3. each one shall.\n\n 19^1. pounds.\n\n 19^2. doth _for_ did.\n\n 20^1. up _wanting_.\n\n 22^3. unto sin.\n\n 23^3. with _wanting_.\n\n 24^1. on _for_ upon.\n\n\n\n\n 148\n\n THE NOBLE FISHERMAN, OR, ROBIN HOOD\u2019S PREFERMENT\n\n #a.# Wood, 402, p. 18. #b.# Wood, 401, leaf 25 b. #c.# Garland of\n 1663, No 12. #d.# Garland of 1670, No 11. #e.# Rawlinson, 566. #f.#\n Pepys, II, 108, No 95. #g.# Pepys, II, 123, No 108.\n\n\nAlso Roxburghe, II, 370, III, 524; The Noble Fisherman\u2019s Garland, 1686;\nBagford, 643. m. 10, 22.\n\n\u2018The Noble Ffisherman, or, Robin Hoods great Prize\u2019 is receipted for to\nFrancis Coules in the Stationers\u2019 Registers, June 13, 1631: Arber, IV,\n254.\n\nRitson, Robin Hood, II, 110, 1795, \u201cfrom three old black-letter copies,\none in the collection of Anthony a Wood, another in the British Museum,\nand the third in a private collection.\u201d Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784,\nI, 171, from an Aldermary garland.\n\nRobin Hood is here made to try his fortunes on the sea, like Eustace the\nMonk and Wallace. He goes to Scarborough and gives himself out as a\nfisherman, and is engaged as such by a widow with whom he lodges, who is\nthe owner of a ship. Out of his wantonness, rather than his ignorance,\nwe must suppose, Simon, as he calls himself, when others cast baited\nhooks into the water, casts in bare lines; for which he is laughed to\nscorn. A French cruiser bears down on the fishermen, and the master\ngives up all for lost. Simon asks for his bow; not a Frenchman will he\nspare. The master, not strangely, takes such talk for brag. Simon\nrequests to be tied to a mast, \u2018that at his mark he may stand fair,\u2019 and\nto have his bow in his hand, when never a Frenchman will he spare. He\nshoots one of the enemy through the heart, and then asks to be loosed\nand to have his bow in his hand, when, again, never a Frenchman will he\nspare. The Englishmen board, and find a booty of twelve thousand pound.\nSimon announces that he shall give half the ship to the dame who\nemployed him, and the other half to his comrades. The master objects;\nSimon has won the vessel with his own hand (a point which might have\nbeen made more distinctly to appear in the narrative), and he shall have\nher. But the outlaw afloat has still his munificent old ways; so it\nshall be as to the ship, and the twelve thousand pound shall build an\nasylum \u2018for the opprest\u2019! All this may strike us as infantile, but the\nballad was evidently in great favor two hundred years ago.\n\n\nTranslated (not entirely) by A. Gr\u00fcn, p. 295.\n\n\n 1\n In summer time, when leaves grow green,\n When they doe grow both green and long,\n Of a bould outlaw, calld Robin Hood,\n It is of him I sing this song.\n\n 2\n When the lilly leafe and the elephant\n Doth bud and spring with a merry good cheere,\n This outlaw was weary of the wood-side,\n And chasing of the fallow deere.\n\n 3\n \u2018The fishermen brave more mony have\n Then any merchant, two or three;\n Therefore I will to Scarborough goe,\n That I a fisherman brave may be.\u2019\n\n 4\n This outlaw calld his merry men all,\n As they sate under the green-wood tree:\n \u2018If any of you have gold to spend,\n I pray you heartily spend it with me.\n\n 5\n \u2018Now,\u2019 quoth Robin, \u2018I\u2019le to Scarborough goe,\n It seemes to be a very faire day;\u2019\n Who tooke up his inne at a widdow-womans house,\n Hard by upon the water gray.\n\n 6\n Who asked of him, Where wert thou borne?\n Or tell to me, where dost thou fare?\n \u2018I am a poore fisherman,\u2019 saith he then,\n \u2018This day intrapped all in care.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018What is thy name, thou fine fellow?\n I pray thee heartily tell to me;\u2019\n \u2018In mine own country where I was borne,\n Men called me Simon over the Lee.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Simon, Simon,\u2019 said the good wife,\n \u2018I wish thou maist well brook thy name;\u2019\n The outlaw was ware of her courtesie,\n And rejoycd he had got such a dame.\n\n 9\n \u2018Simon, wilt thou be my man?\n And good round wages I\u2019le give thee;\n I have as good a ship of mine owne\n As any sayle upon the sea.\n\n 10\n \u2018Anchors and planks thou shalt want none,\n Masts and ropes that are so long;\u2019\n \u2018And if that you thus furnish me,\u2019\n Said Simon, \u2018nothing shall goe wrong.\u2019\n\n 11\n They pluckt up anchor, and away did sayle,\n More of a day then two or three;\n When others cast in their baited hooks,\n The bare lines into the sea cast he.\n\n 12\n \u2018It will be long,\u2019 said the master then,\n \u2018Ere this great lubber do thrive on the sea;\n I\u2019le assure you he shall have no part of our fish,\n For in truth he is of no part worthy.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018O woe is me,\u2019 said Simon then,\n \u2018This day that ever I came here!\n I wish I were in Plomton Parke,\n In chasing of the fallow deere.\n\n 14\n \u2018For every clowne laughs me to scorne,\n And they by me set nought at all;\n If I had them in Plomton Park,\n I would set as little by them all.\u2019\n\n 15\n They pluckt up anchor, and away did sayle,\n More of a day then two or three;\n But Simon spied a ship of warre,\n That sayld towards them most valourously.\n\n 16\n \u2018O woe is me,\u2019 said the master then,\n \u2018This day that ever I was borne!\n For all our fish we have got to-day\n Is every bit lost and forlorne.\n\n 17\n \u2018For your French robbers on the sea,\n They will not spare of us one man,\n But carry us to the coast of France,\n And ligge us in the prison strong.\u2019\n\n 18\n But Simon said, Doe not feare them,\n Neither, master, take you no care;\n Give me my bent bow in my hand,\n And never a Frenchman will I spare.\n\n 19\n \u2018Hold thy peace, thou long lubber,\n For thou art nought but braggs and boast;\n If I should cast the over-board,\n There were nothing but a lubber lost.\u2019\n\n 20\n Simon grew angry at these words,\n And so angry then was he\n That he tooke his bent bow in his hand,\n And to the ship-hatch goe doth he.\n\n 21\n \u2018Master, tye me to the mast,\u2019 saith he,\n \u2018That at my mark I may stand fair,\n And give me my bended bow in my hand,\n And never a Frenchman will I spare.\u2019\n\n 22\n He drew his arrow to the very head,\n And drew it with all might and maine,\n And straightway, in the twinkling of an eye,\n Doth the Frenchmans heart the arow gain.\n\n 23\n The Frenchman fell downe on the ship-hatch,\n And under the hatches down below;\n Another Frenchman that him espy\u2019d\n The dead corps into the sea doth throw.\n\n 24\n \u2018O master, loose me from the mast,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018And for them all take you no care,\n And give me my bent bow in my hand,\n And never a Frenchman will I spare.\u2019\n\n 25\n Then streight [they] did board the Frenchmans ship,\n They lying all dead in their sight;\n They found within the ship of warre\n Twelve thousand pound of money bright.\n\n 26\n \u2018The one halfe of the ship,\u2019 said Simon then,\n \u2018I\u2019le give to my dame and children small;\n The other halfe of the ship I\u2019le bestow\n On you that are my fellowes all.\u2019\n\n 27\n But now bespake the master then,\n For so, Simon, it shall not be;\n For you have won her with your own hand,\n And the owner of it you shall bee.\n\n 28\n \u2018It shall be so, as I have said;\n And, with this gold, for the opprest\n An habitation I will build,\n Where they shall live in peace and rest.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n The Noble Fisher-man, or, Robin Hoods Preferment: shewing how he\n won a great prize on the sea, and how he gave the one halfe to\n his dame and the other to the building of almes-houses.\n\n The tune is, In summer time.\n\n London, Printed for F. Coles, in the Old Baily. (1631?)\n\n 3^1. fisher-man, _which perhaps should stand_.\n\n 5^1. with _for_ quoth.\n\n 20^4. hatchs.\n\n 21^2. fare.\n\n 22^4. Frenchman.\n\n 23^1. fell owne.\n\n 25^2. lyin.\n\n 28^2. for thee.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title as in_ #a#, _except_: won a prize, gave one half.\n\n Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson. (1648\u201363?)\n\n 2^1. Clephant.\n\n 2^2. good _wanting_.\n\n 3^1. fisherman.\n\n 3^3. will I.\n\n 5^1. with _for_ quoth.\n\n 12^4. of _wanting_.\n\n 14^2. set nothing.\n\n 16^3. fish that we have got: to-day _wanting_.\n\n 17^1. For yon.\n\n 19^4. There\u2019s but a simple.\n\n 20^4. ship-hatch.\n\n 21^1. mast he said.\n\n 21^2. fare.\n\n 21^3. bent.\n\n 22^4. Frenchmans.\n\n 23^1. downe.\n\n 25^1. streight they boarded the French ship.\n\n 25^2. lying.\n\n 25^4. in mony.\n\n 26^3. of my ship I\u2019le give.\n\n 26^4. To you.\n\n 27^3. hands.\n\n 27^4. must be.\n\n 28^2. for thee.\n\n#c#, #d#.\n\n _Title as in_ #a#, _except_: won a prize, gave one.\n\n The tune is, Summer time.\n\n 2^2. good _wanting_.\n\n 3^1. fisher men.\n\n 3^2. Than.\n\n 5^1. Now quoth.\n\n 6^2. #c#, thou dost.\n\n 6^3. said.\n\n 6^4. #d#, cares.\n\n 7^4. call.\n\n 9^4. sails.\n\n 11^2. #d#, than.\n\n 12^3. you _wanting_.\n\n 12^4. of _wanting_.\n\n 14^2. set nothing.\n\n 15^2. than.\n\n 15^4. most _wanting_.\n\n 16^3. fish that we have got: to-day _wanting_.\n\n 17^1. yon: robber.\n\n 18^2. you any.\n\n 19^4. There\u2019s but a simple.\n\n 20^4. shiphatch.\n\n 21^1. mast he said.\n\n 21^2. fair.\n\n 21^3. bent.\n\n 21^4. #d#, a _wanting_.\n\n 22^4. Frenchmans.\n\n 23^1. down.\n\n 24^1. #c#, mast side.\n\n 25^1. they boarded the French ship.\n\n 25^2. lying.\n\n 25^4. in _for_ of.\n\n 26^3. of my ship I\u2019le give.\n\n 26^4. To you.\n\n 27^1. #c#, But _wanting_.\n\n 27^3. hands.\n\n 27^4. you must: #d#, of you it.\n\n 28^2. for the.\n\n#e.#\n\n _Title as in #b#. Variations found also in #b# are not given._\n\n Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.\n (1650\u201380?)\n\n 5^1. Now quoth.\n\n 5^4. waters.\n\n 6^1. of _wanting_.\n\n 9^4. sails.\n\n 15^3. espy\u2019d.\n\n 17^4. And lay.\n\n 18^2. any _for_ no.\n\n 23^3. that him did espy.\n\n#f.#\n\n _Title as in_ #b.#\n\n Printed for Alex. Milbourn, Will. Ownley, Tho. Thackeray at the\n Angel in Duck-lane. (_Date indeterminable: after 1670._)\n\n 1^2. doe _wanting_.\n\n 1^4. my song.\n\n 2^2. good _wanting_.\n\n 3^1. fishermen.\n\n 3^2. merchants.\n\n 3^4. fisherman might be.\n\n 4^3. If you have any.\n\n 5^1. Now quoth Robin Hood.\n\n 5^4. waters.\n\n 6^1. of _wanting_.\n\n 6^3. said.\n\n 7^2. tell it.\n\n 7^4. call.\n\n 9^2. I will.\n\n 9^3. of my.\n\n 9^4. sails.\n\n 10^1. shalt not want.\n\n 10^3. that _wanting_.\n\n 12^3. you _wanting_.\n\n 12^4. of _wanting_.\n\n 14^2. set nothing.\n\n 15^3. espyed.\n\n 15^4. most _wanting_.\n\n 16^3. fish that we have got.\n\n 17^1. robber.\n\n 17^4. And lay.\n\n 18^2. you any.\n\n 19^4. There\u2019s but a simple lubber lost.\n\n 20^4. And in.\n\n 21^1. saith he _wanting_.\n\n 21^2. fair.\n\n 21^3. bent.\n\n 22^4. Frenchmans.\n\n 23^1. ship-catch: _so_ #g#.\n\n 23^2. there below.\n\n 25^1. Then they boarded the French: _so_ #g#.\n\n 25^4. in _for_ of.\n\n 26^3. other part: I\u2019le give.\n\n 26^4. To you.\n\n 27^3. hands.\n\n 27^4. owner thereof you must.\n\n 28^2. for the.\n\n#g.#\n\n _Title as in_ #b#.\n\n Printed for I. Wright, I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.\n (1670\u201386?)\n\n _Agrees generally with_ #f#.\n\n 17^1. For yon.\n\n\n\n\n 149\n\n ROBIN HOOD\u2019S BIRTH, BREEDING, VALOR AND MARRIAGE\n\n #a.# Roxburghe, I, 360, in The Ballad Society\u2019s reprint, II, 440.\n\n #b.# Pepys, II, 116, No 103. #c.# Pepys, II, 118, No 104.\n\n\nPrinted in Dryden\u2019s Miscellany, VI, 346, ed. 1716; A Collection of Old\nBallads, 1723, I, 64; Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 1 (#a#); Evans, Old\nBallads, 1777, 1784, I, 86.\n\nThe jocular author of this ballad, who would certainly have been\ndiverted by any one\u2019s supposing him to write under the restraints of\ntradition, brings Adam Bell, Clim, and Cloudesly into company with Robin\nHood\u2019s father. So again the silly Second Part of Adam Bell in one of the\ncopies, that of 1616. Robin Hood\u2019s father\u2019s bow, st. 3, carried two\nnorth-country miles and an inch. The son, then, was only half his\nfather, though, in Ritson\u2019s words, \u201cRobin Hood and Little John have\nfrequently shot an arrow a measured mile.\u201d\n\nRobin Hood\u2019s mother was niece to Guy of Warwick, and sister to Gamwel of\nGamwel Hall. In Robin Hood newly Revived, Young Gamwel is Robin Hood\u2019s\nsister\u2019s son. According to this ballad, Robin Hood goes with his mother\nto keep Christmas with old Gamwell, his uncle, whose seat is forty miles\nfrom Locksly town. Little John is a member of the household, a fine lad\nat gambols and juggling, and twenty such tricks. Robin Hood, however,\nputs Little John down in this way, and everybody else. His uncle is so\nmuch pleased that he tells Robin he shall be his heir, and no more go\nhome. Robin asks the boon that Little John may be his page. All the\nwhile, for how long we know not, Robin Hood has had his band of yeomen\nin Sherwood. Thither he goes (the time is not specified, but birds are\nsinging in st. 50), and while he is collecting his men, Clorinda, queen\nof the shepherds and archeress, passes, and arrests his attention. The\nfavorable impression which she makes at first sight is confirmed by her\npresently shooting a deer through side and side. Robin takes her to his\nbower for a refection, which is served by four-and-twenty yeomen. She\ninquires his name; he gives it, and asks her to be his bride. After a\nblush and a pause, Clorinda says, With all my heart, and it is no wonder\nthat Robin proposes to send for a priest immediately. Clorinda is,\nhowever, engaged to go to Titbury feast, whither she invites Robin to\nkeep her company. On the way he has an affray with eight yeomen, who bid\nhim hand over the buck which Clorinda had killed, and which he is\nsomehow taking along with him. With Little John\u2019s help, five of the\neight are killed; the rest are spared. A bull-baiting is going on at\nTitbury, which one wonders that a person of Clorinda\u2019s imputed \u201cwisdom\nand modesty\u201d should care for; but somehow Clorinda throws off her\ndignity in the 45th stanza. After dinner the parson is sent for, the\nmarriage ceremony is performed, and Robin and Clorinda return to\nSherwood.\n\nThe author of this ballad (\u201cthe most beautiful and one of the oldest\nextant\u201d of the series, says the editor of the collection of 1723) knew\nnothing of the Earl of Huntington and Matilda Fitzwater, but represents\nRobin Hood as the son of a forester. In everything except keeping Robin\na yeoman, he writes \u201cas the world were now but to begin, antiquity\nforgot, custom not known;\u201d but poets in his day, to quote the critic of\n1723, \u201cwere looked upon like other Englishmen, born to live and write\nwith freedom.\u201d\n\nConcerning the bull-running at Tutbury, or Stutesbury, Staffordshire (a\nhideously brutal custom, of long standing), a compendium of antiquarian\ninformation is given by Gutch, II, 118. Arthur a Bradley, a rollicking\nballad of a Merry Wedding, mentioned in stanza 46, is printed by Ritson,\nRobin Hood, 1795, II, 210.\n\n\n 1\n Kind gentlemen, will you be patient awhile?\n Ay, and then you shall hear anon\n A very good ballad of bold Robin Hood,\n And of his man, brave Little John.\n\n 2\n In Locksly town, in Nottinghamshire,\n In merry sweet Locksly town,\n There bold Robin Hood he was born and was bred,\n Bold Robin of famous renown.\n\n 3\n The father of Robin a forrester was,\n And he shot in a lusty long bow,\n Two north country miles and an inch at a shot,\n As the Pinder of Wakefield does know.\n\n 4\n For he brought Adam Bell, and Clim of the Clugh,\n And William a Clowdesle\n To shoot with our forrester for forty mark,\n And the forrester beat them all three.\n\n 5\n His mother was neece to the Coventry knight,\n Which Warwickshire men call Sir Guy;\n For he slew the blue bore that hangs up at the gate,\n Or mine host of The Bull tells a lye.\n\n 6\n Her brother was Gamwel, of Great Gamwel Hall,\n And a noble house-keeper was he,\n Ay, as ever broke bread in sweet Nottinghamshire,\n And a squire of famous degree.\n\n 7\n The mother of Robin said to her husband,\n My honey, my love, and my dear,\n Let Robin and I ride this morning to Gamwel,\n To taste of my brothers good cheer.\n\n 8\n And he said, I grant thee thy boon, gentle Joan,\n Take one of my horses, I pray;\n The sun is a rising, and therefore make haste,\n For to-morrow is Christmas-day.\n\n 9\n Then Robin Hoods fathers grey gelding was brought,\n And sadled and bridled was he;\n God wot, a blew bonnet, his new suit of cloaths,\n And a cloak that did reach to his knee.\n\n 10\n She got on her holiday kirtle and gown,\n They were of a light Lincoln green;\n The cloath was homespun, but for colour and make\n It might a beseemed our queen.\n\n 11\n And then Robin got on his basket-hilt sword,\n And his dagger on his tother side,\n And said, My dear mother, let\u2019s haste to be gone,\n We have forty long miles to ride.\n\n 12\n When Robin had mounted his gelding so grey,\n His father, without any trouble,\n Set her up behind him, and bad her not fear,\n For his gelding had oft carried double.\n\n 13\n And when she was settled, they rode to their neighbours,\n And drank and shook hands with them all;\n And then Robin gallopt, and never gave ore,\n Till they lighted at Gamwel Hall.\n\n 14\n And now you may think the right worshipful squire\n Was joyful his sister to see;\n For he kist her and kist her, and swore a great oath,\n Thou art welcome, kind sister, to me.\n\n 15\n To-morrow, when mass had been said in the chappel,\n Six tables were coverd in the hall,\n And in comes the squire, and makes a short speech,\n It was, Neighbours, you\u2019re welcome all.\n\n 16\n But not a man here shall taste my March beer,\n Till a Christmas carrol he sing:\n Then all clapt their hands, and they shouted and sung,\n Till the hall and the parlour did ring.\n\n 17\n Now mustard and braun, roast beef and plumb pies,\n Were set upon every table:\n And noble George Gamwel said, Eat and be merry,\n And drink too, as long as you\u2019re able.\n\n 18\n When dinner was ended, his chaplain said grace,\n And, \u2018Be merry, my friends,\u2019 said the squire;\n \u2018It rains, and it blows, but call for more ale,\n And lay some more wood on the fire.\n\n 19\n \u2018And now call ye Little John hither to me,\n For Little John is a fine lad\n At gambols and juggling, and twenty such tricks\n As shall make you merry and glad.\u2019\n\n 20\n When Little John came, to gambols they went,\n Both gentleman, yeoman and clown;\n And what do you think? Why, as true as I live,\n Bold Robin Hood put them all down.\n\n 21\n And now you may think the right worshipful squire\n Was joyful this sight for to see;\n For he said, Cousin Robin, thou\u2019st go no more home,\n But tarry and dwell here with me.\n\n 22\n Thou shalt have my land when I dye, and till then\n Thou shalt be the staff of my age;\n \u2018Then grant me my boon, dear uncle,\u2019 said Robin,\n \u2018That Little John may be my page.\u2019\n\n 23\n And he said, Kind cousin, I grant thee thy boon;\n With all my heart, so let it be;\n \u2018Then come hither, Little John,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Come hither, my page, unto me.\n\n 24\n \u2018Go fetch me my bow, my longest long bow,\n And broad arrows, one, two, or three;\n For when it is fair weather we\u2019ll into Sherwood,\n Some merry pastime to see.\u2019\n\n 25\n When Robin Hood came into merry Sherwood,\n He winded his bugle so clear,\n And twice five and twenty good yeomen and bold\n Before Robin Hood did appear.\n\n 26\n \u2018Where are your companions all?\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018For still I want forty and three;\u2019\n Then said a bold yeoman, Lo, yonder they stand,\n All under a green-wood tree.\n\n 27\n As that word was spoke, Clorinda came by;\n The queen of the shepherds was she;\n And her gown was of velvet as green as the grass,\n And her buskin did reach to her knee.\n\n 28\n Her gait it was graceful, her body was straight,\n And her countenance free from pride;\n A bow in her hand, and quiver and arrows\n Hung dangling by her sweet side.\n\n 29\n Her eye-brows were black, ay, and so was her hair,\n And her skin was as smooth as glass;\n Her visage spoke wisdom, and modesty too;\n Sets with Robin Hood such a lass!\n\n 30\n Said Robin Hood, Lady fair, whither away?\n O whither, fair lady, away?\n And she made him answer, To kill a fat buck;\n For to-morrow is Titbury day.\n\n 31\n Said Robin Hood, Lady fair, wander with me\n A little to yonder green bower;\n There sit down to rest you, and you shall be sure\n Of a brace or a lease in an hour.\n\n 32\n And as we were going towards the green bower,\n Two hundred good bucks we espy\u2019d;\n She chose out the fattest that was in the herd,\n And she shot him through side and side.\n\n 33\n \u2018By the faith of my body,\u2019 said bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018I never saw woman like thee;\n And comst thou from east, ay, or comst thou from west,\n Thou needst not beg venison of me.\n\n 34\n \u2018However, along to my bower you shall go,\n And taste of a forresters meat:\u2019\n And when we come thither, we found as good cheer\n As any man needs for to eat.\n\n 35\n For there was hot venison, and warden pies cold,\n Cream clouted, with honey-combs plenty;\n And the sarvitors they were, beside Little John,\n Good yeomen at least four and twenty.\n\n 36\n Clorinda said, Tell me your name, gentle sir;\n And he said, \u2019Tis bold Robin Hood:\n Squire Gamwel\u2019s my uncle, but all my delight\n Is to dwell in the merry Sherwood.\n\n 37\n For \u2019tis a fine life, and \u2019tis void of all strife.\n \u2018So \u2019tis, sir,\u2019 Clorinda reply\u2019d;\n \u2018But oh,\u2019 said bold Robin, \u2018how sweet would it be,\n If Clorinda would be my bride!\u2019\n\n 38\n She blusht at the motion; yet, after a pause\n Said, Yes, sir, and with all my heart;\n \u2018Then let\u2019s send for a priest,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018And be married before we do part.\u2019\n\n 39\n But she said, It may not be so, gentle sir,\n For I must be at Titbury feast;\n And if Robin Hood will go thither with me,\n I\u2019ll make him the most welcome guest.\n\n 40\n Said Robin Hood, Reach me that buck, Little John,\n For I\u2019ll go along with my dear;\n Go bid my yeomen kill six brace of bucks,\n And meet me to-morrow just here.\n\n 41\n Before we had ridden five Staffordshire miles,\n Eight yeomen, that were too bold,\n Bid Robin Hood stand, and deliver his buck;\n A truer tale never was told.\n\n 42\n \u2018I will not, faith!\u2019 said bold Robin: \u2018come, John,\n Stand to me, and we\u2019ll beat em all:\u2019\n Then both drew their swords, an so cut em and slasht em\n That five of them did fall.\n\n 43\n The three that remaind calld to Robin for quarter,\n And pitiful John beggd their lives;\n When John\u2019s boon was granted, he gave them good counsel,\n And so sent them home to their wives.\n\n 44\n This battle was fought near to Titbury town,\n When the bagpipes bated the bull;\n I am king of the fidlers, and sware \u2019tis a truth,\n And I call him that doubts it a gull.\n\n 45\n For I saw them fighting, and fidld the while,\n And Clorinda sung, Hey derry down!\n The bumpkins are beaten, put up thy sword, Bob,\n And now let\u2019s dance into the town.\n\n 46\n Before we came to it, we heard a strange shouting,\n And all that were in it lookd madly;\n For some were a bull-back, some dancing a morris,\n And some singing Arthur-a-Bradly.\n\n 47\n And there we see Thomas, our justices clerk,\n And Mary, to whom he was kind;\n For Tom rode before her, and calld Mary, Madam,\n And kist her full sweetly behind.\n\n 48\n And so may your worships. But we went to dinner,\n With Thomas and Mary and Nan;\n They all drank a health to Clorinda, and told her\n Bold Robin Hood was a fine man.\n\n 49\n When dinner was ended, Sir Roger, the parson\n Of Dubbridge, was sent for in haste;\n He brought his mass-book, and he bade them take hands,\n And he joynd them in marriage full fast.\n\n 50\n And then, as bold Robin Hood and his sweet bride\n Went hand in hand to the green bower,\n The birds sung with pleasure in merry Sherwood,\n And \u2019twas a most joyful hour.\n\n 51\n And when Robin came in the sight of the bower,\n \u2018Where are my yeomen?\u2019 said he;\n And Little John answered, Lo, yonder they stand,\n All under the green-wood tree.\n\n 52\n Then a garland they brought her, by two and by two,\n And plac\u2019d them upon the bride\u2019s head;\n The music struck up, and we all fell to dance,\n Till the bride and the groom were a-bed.\n\n 53\n And what they did there must be counsel to me,\n Because they lay long the next day,\n And I had haste home, but I got a good piece\n Of the bride-cake, and so came away.\n\n 54\n Now out, alas! I had forgotten to tell ye\n That marryd they were with a ring;\n And, so will Nan Knight, or be buried a maiden,\n And now let us pray for the king:\n\n 55\n That he may get children, and they may get more,\n To govern and do us some good;\n And then I\u2019ll make ballads in Robin Hood\u2019s bower,\n And sing em in merry Sherwood.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n A new ballad of bold Robin Hood, shewing his Birth, Breeding,\n Valour and Marriage, at Titbury Bull-running: calculated for the\n meridian of Staffordshire, but may serve for Derbyshire or Kent.\n\n London, Printed by and for W. O[nley], and are to be sold by the\n booksellers. (1650\u20131702.)\n\n 15^1. Morrow.\n\n 16^2. be sung.\n\n 17^1. mustards, braun: _cf._ #b#.\n\n 20^2. gentlemen, yeomen: _cf._ #b#.\n\n 30^2. Oh.\n\n 38^4. be merry: _cf._ #b#.\n\n 40^3. Go _wanting_: _cf._ #b#.\n\n 43^3. good _wanting_: _cf._ #b#.\n\n 52^1. the brought.\n\n 52^2. them at the bride\u2019s bed: _cf._ #b#.\n\n#b.#\n\n A proper new ballad of bold Robin Hood, shewing his Birth, his\n Breeding, his Valour, _etc._, _as above_.\n\n To a pleasant new northern tune.\n\n Printed for I. Wright, I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.\n (1670\u201386?)\n\n 1^2, 6^3, 29^1, 33^3. I _for_ Ay.\n\n 2^1. And, _by mistake, for_ In: in merry Nottinghamshire.\n\n 3^3. shoot.\n\n 4^4. beat um.\n\n 5^3. at that.\n\n 9^3. Got on his.\n\n 13^1. And _wanting_.\n\n 13^2. drunk.\n\n 13^4. at great.\n\n 15^1. To-morrow.\n\n 15^2. ith hall.\n\n 15^4. y\u2019are.\n\n 16^2. be sung.\n\n 17^1. mustard and braun.\n\n 17^4. y\u2019are.\n\n 18^1. this _for_ his.\n\n 19^4. you both.\n\n 20^2. gentleman, yeoman.\n\n 21^4. here _wanting_.\n\n 24^1. Go and fetch my bow.\n\n 24^2. and _for_ or.\n\n 24^3. \u2019tis.\n\n 26^4. the _for_ a.\n\n 27^4. buskins.\n\n 28^3. quiver of.\n\n 30^2. O.\n\n 30^3. him an.\n\n 30^4. Tilbery.\n\n 34^3. came.\n\n 38^3. let us.\n\n 38^4. be married.\n\n 40^3. Go bid.\n\n 41^2. Six _for_ Eight: too too.\n\n 42^2. beat um.\n\n 42^3. slasht um.\n\n 42^4. of the six.\n\n 43^3. good counsel.\n\n 45^3. Rob.\n\n 46^1. came in we.\n\n 51^1. in sight.\n\n 51^4. a _for_ the.\n\n 52^1. they.\n\n 52^2. upon the bride\u2019s head.\n\n 55^4. sing um.\n\n#c.#\n\n Printed by and for Alex. Milbourn, at the Stationers-Arms, in\n Green-Arbor-Court, in the Little-Old-Baily. (1670\u201397.) _Compared\n only here and there._\n\n 9^1. God wot his.\n\n 30^4. Tilbury.\n\n 41^2. Eight: too too.\n\n 42^4. of the eight.\n\n 45^3. Bob.\n\n\n\n\n 150\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND MAID MARIAN\n\n Wood, 401, leaf 21 b.\n\n\nRitson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 157, from Wood\u2019s copy. In none of the\ngarlands.\n\nThe Earl of Huntington, _alias_ Robin Hood, is forced by fortune\u2019s spite\nto part from his love Marian, and take to the green wood. Marian dresses\nherself \u201clike a page,\u201d and, armed with bow, sword, and buckler, goes in\nquest of Robin. Both being disguised, neither recognizes the other until\nthey have had an hour at swords, when Robin Hood, who has lost some\nblood, calls to his antagonist to give over and join his band. Marian\nknows his voice, and discovers herself. A banquet follows, and Marian\nremains in the wood.\n\nThough Maid Marian and Robin Hood had perhaps been paired in popular\nsports, no one thought of putting more of her than her name into a\nballad, until one S. S. (so the broadside is signed) composed this\nfoolish ditty. The bare name of Maid Marian occurs in No 145 #A#, 9^4\nand in No 147, 1^4.\n\nEven in Barclay\u2019s fourth eclogue, written not long after 1500, where,\naccording to Ritson,[119] the earliest notice of Maid Marian occurs, and\nwhere, he says, \u201cshe is evidently connected with Robin Hood,\u201d the two\nare really kept distinct; for the lusty Codrus in that eclogue wishes to\nhear \u201csome mery fit of Maide Marion, _or els_ of Robin Hood.\u201d\n\nIn Munday\u2019s play of The Downfall of Robert Earl of Huntington, Matilda,\notherwise Marian, daughter to Lord Lacy, accompanies Earl Robert to\nSherwood, upon his being outlawed for debt the very day of their\ntroth-plight. There she lives a spotless maiden, awaiting the time when\nthe outlawry shall be repealed and Robin may legally take her to wife.\nNeither the author of the play nor that of the ballad was, so far as is\nknown, repeating any popular tradition.\n\nThe ordinary partner of Maid Marian is Friar Tuck, not Robin Hood. There\nis no ground for supposing that there ever were songs or tales about the\nMaid and Friar, notwithstanding what is cursorily said by one of the\ncharacters in Peele\u2019s Edward I:\n\n Why so, I see, my mates, of old\n All were not lies that _beldames told_\n Of Robin Hood and Little John,\n Friar Tuck and Maid Marian.\n\n ed. Dyce, I, 133.\n\n\nTranslated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, p. 72, Lo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 208.\n\n\n 1\n A Bonny fine maid of a noble degree,\n With a hey down down a down down\n Maid Marian calld by name,\n Did live in the North, of excellent worth,\n For she was a gallant dame.\n\n 2\n For favour and face, and beauty most rare,\n Queen Hellen shee did excell;\n For Marian then was praisd of all men\n That did in the country dwell.\n\n 3\n \u2019Twas neither Rosamond nor Jane Shore,\n Whose beauty was clear and bright,\n That could surpass this country lass,\n Beloved of lord and knight.\n\n 4\n The Earl of Huntington, nobly born,\n That came of noble blood,\n To Marian went, with a good intent,\n By the name of Robin Hood.\n\n 5\n With kisses sweet their red lips meet,\n For shee and the earl did agree;\n In every place, they kindly imbrace,\n With love and sweet unity.\n\n 6\n But fortune bearing these lovers a spight,\n That soon they were forced to part,\n To the merry green wood then went Robin Hood,\n With a sad and sorrowfull heart.\n\n 7\n And Marian, poor soul, was troubled in mind,\n For the absence of her friend;\n With finger in eye, shee often did cry,\n And his person did much comend.\n\n 8\n Perplexed and vexed, and troubled in mind,\n Shee drest her self like a page,\n And ranged the wood to find Robin Hood,\n The bravest of men in that age.\n\n 9\n With quiver and bow, sword, buckler, and all,\n Thus armed was Marian most bold,\n Still wandering about to find Robin out,\n Whose person was better then gold.\n\n 10\n But Robin Hood, hee himself had disguisd,\n And Marian was strangly attir\u2019d,\n That they provd foes, and so fell to blowes,\n Whose vallour bold Robin admir\u2019d.\n\n 11\n They drew out their swords, and to cutting they went,\n At least an hour or more,\n That the blood ran apace from bold Robins face,\n And Marian was wounded sore.\n\n 12\n \u2018O hold thy hand, hold thy hand,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018And thou shalt be one of my string,\n To range in the wood with bold Robin Hood,\n To hear the sweet nightingall sing.\u2019\n\n 13\n When Marian did hear the voice of her love,\n Her self shee did quickly discover,\n And with kisses sweet she did him greet,\n Like to a most loyall lover.\n\n 14\n When bold Robin Hood his Marian did see,\n Good lord, what clipping was there!\n With kind imbraces, and jobbing of faces,\n Providing of gallant cheer.\n\n 15\n For Little John took his bow in his hand,\n And wandring in the wood,\n To kill the deer, and make good chear,\n For Marian and Robin Hood.\n\n 16\n A stately banquet the[y] had full soon,\n All in a shaded bower,\n Where venison sweet they had to eat,\n And were merry that present hour.\n\n 17\n Great flaggons of wine were set on the board,\n And merrily they drunk round\n Their boules of sack, to strengthen the back,\n Whilst their knees did touch the ground.\n\n 18\n First Robin Hood began a health\n To Marian his onely dear,\n And his yeomen all, both comly and tall,\n Did quickly bring up the rear.\n\n 19\n For in a brave veine they tost off the[ir] bouls,\n Whilst thus they did remain,\n And every cup, as they drunk up,\n They filled with speed again.\n\n 20\n At last they ended their merryment,\n And went to walk in the wood,\n Where Little John and Maid Marian\n Attended on bold Robin Hood.\n\n 21\n In sollid content together they livd,\n With all their yeomen gay;\n They livd by their hands, without any lands,\n And so they did many a day.\n\n 22\n But now to conclude, an end I will make\n In time, as I think it good,\n For the people that dwell in the North can tell\n Of Marian and bold Robin Hood.\n\n * * * * *\n\n A Famous Battle between Robin Hood and Maid Marian, declaring\n their Love, Life, and Liberty. Tune, Robin Hood Reviv\u2019d.\n\n _No printer: black-letter._ S. S. _at the end_.\n\n 11^1. out rheir.\n\n 19^1. vente.\n\n 21^3. there: wirhout.\n\n _A MS. copy in Percy\u2019s papers has in 16^1_ he had, _and in 19^1_,\n in a brave venie they tost off their bowles. _It is barely\n possible that venie, which Ritson prints, may be right._\n\n\n\n\n 151\n\n THE KING\u2019S DISGUISE, AND FRIENDSHIP WITH ROBIN HOOD\n\n #a.# Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, London, W. & C. Dicey, in St Mary Aldermary\n Church Yard, Bow Lane, Cheapside, n. d. (but not older than 1753),\n p. 76, No 25. #b.# Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, London, Printed by L. How,\n in Peticoat Lane, n. d. #c.# \u2018The King\u2019s Disguise and True\n Friendship with Robin Hood,\u2019 London, Printed by L. How, in Petticoat\n Lane, Douce Ballads, III, 113 b (not black letter). #d.# Robin\n Hood\u2019s Garland, London, R. Marshall, in Aldermary Church-Yard,\n Bow-Lane, n. d., p. 80, No 25.\n\n\nRitson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 162, \u201cfrom the common collection of\nAldermary Church Yard;\u201d Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 218; Gutch,\nRobin Hood, II, 281, Ritson\u2019s copy \u201ccompared with one in the York\nedition.\u201d\n\nThe ballad is not found in a garland of 1749; but this garland has only\ntwenty-four pieces.\n\nThe story, as far as st. 38, is a loose paraphrase, with omissions, of\nthe seventh and eighth fits of the Gest, and seems, like the two which\nhere follow it, \u201cto have been written by some miserable retainer to the\npress, merely to eke out the book; being, in fact, a most contemptible\nperformance:\u201d Ritson.\n\n12^1 may have been borrowed from Martin Parker\u2019s True Tale, No 154,\n15^1. By the clergyman who was first Robin Hood\u2019s bane, 29^1, is meant\nthe prior of York, who in Munday\u2019s play, The Downfall of Robert Earl of\nHuntington, procures his outlawry. The forcing of the sheriff to give\nthe king a supper may be the beggarly author\u2019s own invention. The last\ntwo lines are intended to serve as a link with Robin Hood and the\nValiant Knight, which, however, does not immediately succeed in the\ngarlands, Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow being interposed.\n\n\nTranslated by Doenniges, p. 185; A. Gr\u00fcn, p. 159; Lo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 212.\n\n\n 1\n King Richard hearing of the pranks\n Of Robin Hood and his men,\n He much admir\u2019d, and more desir\u2019d,\n To see both him and them.\n\n 2\n Then with a dozen of his lords\n To Nottingham he rode;\n When he came there, he made good cheer,\n And took up his abode.\n\n 3\n He having staid there some time,\n But had no hopes to speed,\n He and his lords, with [free] accord,\n All put on monk\u2019s weeds.\n\n 4\n From Fountain-abby they did ride,\n Down to Barnsdale;\n Where Robin Hood prepar\u00ebd stood\n All company to assail.\n\n 5\n The king was higher then the rest,\n And Robin thought he had\n An abbot been whom he did spleen;\n To rob him he was glad.\n\n 6\n He took the king\u2019s horse by the head,\n \u2018Abbot,\u2019 says he, \u2018abide;\n I am bound to rue such knaves as you,\n That live in pomp and pride.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018But we are messengers from the king,\u2019\n The king himself did say;\n \u2018Near to this place his royal Grace\n To speak with thee does stay.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018God save the king,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018And all that wish him well;\n He that does deny his sovereignty,\n I wish he was in hell.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018O thyself thou curses,\u2019 says the king,\n \u2018For thou a traitor art:\u2019\n \u2018Nay, but that you are his messenger,\n I swear you lie in heart.\n\n 10\n \u2018For I never yet hurt any man\n That honest is and true;\n But those that give their minds to live\n Upon other men\u2019s due.\n\n 11\n \u2018I never hurt the husbandman,\n That use to till the ground;\n Nor spill their blood that range the wood\n To follow hawk or hound.\n\n 12\n \u2018My chiefest spite to clergy is,\n Who in these days bear a great sway;\n With fryars and monks, with their fine sprunks,\n I make my chiefest prey.\n\n 13\n \u2018But I am very glad,\u2019 says Robin Hood,\n \u2018That I have met you here;\n Come, before we end, you shall, my friend,\n Taste of our green-wood cheer.\u2019\n\n 14\n The king did then marvel much,\n And so did all his men;\n They thought with fear, what kind of cheer\n Robin would provide for them.\n\n 15\n Robin took the king\u2019s horse by the head,\n And led him to the tent;\n \u2018Thou would not be so usd,\u2019 quoth he,\n \u2018But that my king thee sent.\n\n 16\n \u2018Nay, more than that,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018For good king Richard\u2019s sake,\n If you had as much gold as ever I told,\n I would not one penny take.\u2019\n\n 17\n Then Robin set his horn to his mouth,\n And a loud blast he did blow,\n Till a hundred and ten of Robin Hood\u2019s men\n Came marching all of a row.\n\n 18\n And when they came bold Robin before,\n Each man did bend his knee;\n \u2018O,\u2019 thought the king, \u2018\u2019tis a gallant thing,\n And a seemly sight to see.\u2019\n\n 19\n Within himself the king did say,\n These men of Robin Hood\u2019s\n More humble be than mine to me;\n So the court may learn of the woods.\n\n 20\n So then they all to dinner went,\n Upon a carpet green;\n Black, yellow, red, finely mingl\u00ebd,\n Most curious to be seen.\n\n 21\n Venison and fowls were plenty there,\n With fish out of the river:\n King Richard swore, on sea or shore,\n He neer was feasted better.\n\n 22\n Then Robin takes a can of ale:\n \u2018Come, let us now begin;\n Come, every man shall have his can;\n Here\u2019s a health unto the king.\u2019\n\n 23\n The king himself drank to the king,\n So round about it went;\n Two barrels of ale, both stout and stale,\n To pledge that health were spent.\n\n 24\n And after that, a bowl of wine\n In his hand took Robin Hood;\n \u2018Until I die, I\u2019ll drink wine,\u2019 said he,\n \u2018While I live in the green-wood.\n\n 25\n \u2018Bend all your bows,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018And with the grey goose wing\n Such sport now shew as you would do\n In the presence of the king.\u2019\n\n 26\n They shewd such brave archery,\n By cleaving sticks and wands,\n That the king did say, Such men as they\n Live not in many lands.\n\n 27\n \u2018Well, Robin Hood,\u2019 then says the king,\n \u2018If I could thy pardon get,\n To serve the king in every thing\n Wouldst thou thy mind firm set?\u2019\n\n 28\n \u2018Yes, with all my heart,\u2019 bold Robin said,\n So they flung off their hoods;\n To serve the king in every thing,\n They swore they would spend their bloods.\n\n 29\n \u2018For a clergyman was first my bane,\n Which makes me hate them all;\n But if you\u2019ll be so kind to me,\n Love them again I shall.\u2019\n\n 30\n The king no longer could forbear,\n For he was movd with ruth;\n [\u2018Robin,\u2019 said he, \u2018I now tell thee\n The very naked truth.]\n\n 31\n \u2018I am the king, thy sovereign king,\n That appears before you all;\u2019\n When Robin see that it was he,\n Strait then he down did fall.\n\n 32\n \u2018Stand up again,\u2019 then said the king,\n \u2018I\u2019ll thee thy pardon give;\n Stand up, my friend; who can contend,\n When I give leave to live?\u2019\n\n 33\n So they are all gone to Nottingham,\n All shouting as they came;\n But when the people them did see,\n They thought the king was slain,\n\n 34\n And for that cause the outlaws were come,\n To rule all as they list;\n And for to shun, which way to run\n The people did not wist.\n\n 35\n The plowman left the plow in the fields,\n The smith ran from his shop;\n Old folks also, that scarce could go,\n Over their sticks did hop.\n\n 36\n The king soon let them understand\n He had been in the green wood,\n And from that day, for evermore,\n He\u2019d forgiven Robin Hood.\n\n 37\n When the people they did hear,\n And the truth was known,\n They all did sing, \u2018God save the king!\n Hang care, the town\u2019s our own!\u2019\n\n 38\n \u2018What\u2019s that Robin Hood?\u2019 then said the sheriff;\n \u2018That varlet I do hate;\n Both me and mine he causd to dine,\n And servd us all with one plate.\u2019\n\n 39\n \u2018Ho, ho,\u2019 said Robin, \u2018I know what you mean;\n Come, take your gold again;\n Be friends with me, and I with thee,\n And so with every man.\n\n 40\n \u2018Now, master sheriff, you are paid,\n And since you are beginner,\n As well as you give me my due;\n For you neer paid for that dinner.\n\n 41\n \u2018But if that it should please the king\n So much your house to grace\n To sup with you, for to speak true,\n [I] know you neer was base.\u2019\n\n 42\n The sheriff could not [that] gain say,\n For a trick was put upon him;\n A supper was drest, the king was guest,\n But he thought \u2019twould have undone him.\n\n 43\n They are all gone to London court,\n Robin Hood, with all his train;\n He once was there a noble peer,\n And now he\u2019s there again.\n\n 44\n Many such pranks brave Robin playd\n While he lived in the green wood:\n Now, my friends, attend, and hear an end\n Of honest Robin Hood.\n\n * * * * *\n\n The King\u2019s Disguise, and Friendship with Robin Hood.\n\n To a Northern Tune.\n\n#a.#\n\n 9^1. thyself, thyself.\n\n 9^3. yon.\n\n 28^4. spent.\n\n 29^1. ban.\n\n 30^2. with truth.\n\n 30^{3,4}. _Supplied from R. H.\u2019s Garland, York, Thomas Wilson &\n Son, 1811._\n\n#b#, #c#.\n\n 3^3. with free.\n\n 6^1. #c#, livd.\n\n 9^1. O thyself thou.\n\n 13^1. said.\n\n 14^3. that kind.\n\n 18^1. bold _wanting_.\n\n 21^1. was.\n\n 23^4. was.\n\n 26^4. #c#, Lived.\n\n 27^2. I [s]hould.\n\n 27^4. would.\n\n 28^2. they _wanting_.\n\n 28^4. they\u2019d.\n\n 29^1. ban.\n\n 30^2. with truth.\n\n 30^{3,4}. _wanting._\n\n 33^1. #c#, they\u2019re.\n\n 34^1. was.\n\n 35^1. his plow: field.\n\n 36^4. #b#, Ha\u2019d: #c#, Had.\n\n 37^2. And that.\n\n 38^4. #b#, with plate: #c#, in plate.\n\n 40^2. are the.\n\n 41^1. #c#, it _wanting_.\n\n 41^4. #b#, I _wanting_: #c#, I know.\n\n 42^1. that gain say.\n\n 42^4. it would undone.\n\n 43^1. They\u2019re.\n\n#d.#\n\n 3^3. with one.\n\n 5^3. he had seen.\n\n 6^4. lives.\n\n 9^1. Thyself thou cursest said.\n\n 10^3. who give.\n\n 14^1. king he then did.\n\n 16^1. quoth _for_ said.\n\n 21^4. never.\n\n 22^3. And every.\n\n 23^4. was spent.\n\n 28^4. blood.\n\n 29^1. bane.\n\n 30^2. with truth.\n\n 30^{3,4}. _wanting._\n\n 31^3. saw _for_ see.\n\n 36^1. did let.\n\n 37^1. Then.\n\n 41^4. I _wanting_.\n\n 42^1. that _wanting_.\n\n 42^4. a guest.\n\n\n\n\n 152\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE GOLDEN ARROW\n\n #a.# Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, London, W. and C. Dicey, St Mary Aldermary\n Church-yard, Bow-Lane, n. d., p. 80, No 26. #b.# Robin Hood\u2019s\n Garland, London, R. Marshall, in Aldermary Church-yard, Bow-Lane, n.\n d., p. 84, No 26. #c.# Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, Preston, Printed and\n sold by W. Sergent, n. d.\n\n\nEvans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 226, and Ritson, Robin Hood, 1795,\nII, 171, from an Aldermary garland. Gutch, II, 289, from Ritson,\n\u201ccompared with the York edition.\u201d\n\nThe ballad is not found in a garland of 1749.\n\nThe first twenty-three stanzas are based upon The Gest, sts 282\u201395. The\nremainder is mostly taken up with John\u2019s astute device for sending\ninformation to the sheriff. The two concluding lines are for connection\nwith R. H. and the Valiant Knight, which follows in some garlands, as\nhere.\n\nAccording to Martin Parker\u2019s True Tale, Robin Hood shot a letter\naddressed to the king into Nottingham, on an arrow-head, offering to\nsubmit upon terms: sts 78\u201381. Two cases of a message shot on an arrow\nare cited by Rochholz, Tell u. Gessler in Sage u. Geschichte, p. 28 and\nnote.\n\n\nTranslated by A. Gr\u00fcn, p. 140.\n\n\n 1\n When as the sheriff of Nottingham\n Was come, with mickle grief,\n He talkd no good of Robin Hood,\n That strong and sturdy thief.\n Fal lal dal de\n\n 2\n So unto London-road he past,\n His losses to unfold\n To King Richard, who did regard\n The tale that he had told.\n\n 3\n \u2018Why,\u2019 quoth the king, \u2018what shall I do?\n Art thou not sheriff for me?\n The law is in force, go take thy course\n Of them that injure thee.\n\n 4\n \u2018Go get thee gone, and by thyself\n Devise some tricking game\n For to enthral yon rebels all;\n Go take thy course with them.\u2019\n\n 5\n So away the sheriff he returnd,\n And by the way he thought\n Of the words of the king, and how the thing\n To pass might well be brought.\n\n 6\n For within his mind he imagined\n That when such matches were,\n Those outlaws stout, without [all] doubt,\n Would be the bowmen there.\n\n 7\n So an arrow with a golden head\n And shaft of silver white,\n Who won the day should bear away\n For his own proper right.\n\n 8\n Tidings came to brave Robin Hood,\n Under the green-wood tree:\n \u2018Come prepare you then, my merry men,\n We\u2019ll go yon sport to see.\u2019\n\n 9\n With that stept forth a brave young man,\n David of Doncaster:\n \u2018Master,\u2019 said he, \u2018be ruld by me,\n From the green-wood we\u2019ll not stir.\n\n 10\n \u2018To tell the truth, I\u2019m well informed\n Yon match is a wile;\n The sheriff, I wiss, devises this\n Us archers to beguile.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018O thou smells of a coward,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Thy words does not please me;\n Come on\u2019t what will, I\u2019ll try my skill\n At yon brave archery.\u2019\n\n 12\n O then bespoke brave Little John:\n Come, let us thither gang;\n Come listen to me, how it shall be\n That we need not be kend.\n\n 13\n Our mantles, all of Lincoln green,\n Behind us we will leave;\n We\u2019ll dress us all so several\n They shall not us perceive.\n\n 14\n One shall wear white, another red,\n One yellow, another blue;\n Thus in disguise, to the exercise\n We\u2019ll gang, whateer ensue.\n\n 15\n Forth from the green-wood they are gone,\n With hearts all firm and stout,\n Resolving [then] with the sheriff\u2019s men\n To have a hearty bout.\n\n 16\n So themselves they mixed with the rest,\n To prevent all suspicion;\n For if they should together hold\n They thought [it] no discretion.\n\n 17\n So the sheriff looking round about,\n Amongst eight hundred men,\n But could not see the sight that he\n Had long expected then.\n\n 18\n Some said, If Robin Hood was here,\n And all his men to boot,\n Sure none of them could pass these men,\n So bravely they do shoot.\n\n 19\n \u2018Ay,\u2019 quoth the sheriff, and scratchd his head,\n \u2018I thought he would have been here;\n I thought he would, but, tho he\u2019s bold,\n He durst not now appear.\u2019\n\n 20\n O that word grieved Robin Hood to the heart;\n He vex\u00ebd in his blood;\n Eer long, thought he, thou shalt well see\n That here was Robin Hood.\n\n 21\n Some cried, Blue jacket! another cried, Brown!\n And the third cried, Brave Yellow!\n But the fourth man said, Yon man in red\n In this place has no fellow.\n\n 22\n For that was Robin Hood himself,\n For he was cloathd in red;\n At every shot the prize he got,\n For he was both sure and dead.\n\n 23\n So the arrow with the golden head\n And shaft of silver white\n Brave Robin Hood won, and bore with him\n For his own proper right.\n\n 24\n These outlaws there, that very day,\n To shun all kind of doubt,\n By three or four, no less no more,\n As they went in came out.\n\n 25\n Until they all assembled were\n Under the green-wood shade,\n Where they report, in pleasant sport,\n What brave pastime they made.\n\n 26\n Says Robin Hood, All my care is,\n How that yon sheriff may\n Know certainly that it was I\n That bore his arrow away.\n\n 27\n Says Little John, My counsel good\n Did take effect before,\n So therefore now, if you\u2019ll allow,\n I will advise once more.\n\n 28\n \u2018Speak on, speak on,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018Thy wit\u2019s both quick and sound;\n [I know no man amongst us can\n For wit like thee be found.\u2019]\n\n 29\n \u2018This I advise,\u2019 said Little John;\n \u2018That a letter shall be pend,\n And when it is done, to Nottingham\n You to the sheriff shall send.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018That is well advised,\u2019 said Robin Hood,\n \u2018But how must it be sent?\u2019\n \u2018Pugh! when you please, it\u2019s done with ease,\n Master, be you content.\n\n 31\n \u2018I\u2019ll stick it on my arrow\u2019s head,\n And shoot it into the town;\n The mark shall show where it must go,\n When ever it lights down.\u2019\n\n 32\n The project it was full performd;\n The sheriff that letter had;\n Which when he read, he scratchd his head,\n And rav\u2019d like one that\u2019s mad.\n\n 33\n So we\u2019ll leave him chafing in his grease,\n Which will do him no good;\n Now, my friends, attend, and hear the end\n Of honest Robin Hood.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n 12^2. hither.\n\n 25^3. relate _for_ report.\n\n 28^{3,4}. _supplied from R. H.\u2019s Garland, York, Thomas Wilson &\n Son, 1811._\n\n#b#, #c#.\n\n 3^3. to take.\n\n 6^3. without all.\n\n 10^1. the _wanting_.\n\n 10^2. it is.\n\n 11^1. O _wanting_.\n\n 11^2. do not.\n\n 12^2. thither.\n\n 14^3. in the.\n\n 15^3. then _wanting_.\n\n 16^4. thought it.\n\n 17^4. suspected.\n\n 19^3. #c#, but _wanting_.\n\n 21^2. a third.\n\n 22^1. #c#, bold Robin.\n\n 24^2. kinds.\n\n 24^3. nor more.\n\n 25^3. relate.\n\n 28^{3,4}. _wanting._\n\n 31^3. must show.\n\n 32^1. well _for_ full.\n\n 33^1. in the.\n\n\n\n\n 153\n\n ROBIN HOOD AND THE VALIANT KNIGHT\n\n #a.# Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, London, C. Dicey, Bow Church Yard, n. d.,\n but before 1741, p. 88, Bodleian Library, Douce H H, 88. #b.# Robin\n Hood\u2019s Garland, 1749, without place or printer, p. 101, No 24. #c.#\n Robin Hood\u2019s Garland, London, R. Marshall, in Aldermary Church-Yard,\n Bow-Lane, n. d., p. 87, No 27.\n\n\nEvans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 232, from an Aldermary garland;\nRitson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 178, from an Aldermary garland, corrected\nby a York copy.\n\nWritten, perhaps, because it was thought that authority should in the\nend be vindicated against outlaws, which may explain why this piece\nsurpasses in platitude everything that goes before.\n\n\nTranslated by Lo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 219.\n\n\n 1\n When Robin Hood, and his merry men all,\n Derry, etc.\n Had reigned many years,\n The king was then told they had been too bold\n To his bishops and noble peers.\n Hey, etc.\n\n 2\n Therefore they called a council of state,\n To know what was best to be done\n For to quell their pride, or else, they reply\u2019d,\n The land would be over-run.\n\n 3\n Having consulted a whole summers day,\n At length it was agreed\n That one should be sent to try the event,\n And fetch him away with speed.\n\n 4\n Therefore a trusty and worthy knight\n The king was pleasd to call,\n Sir William by name; when to him he came,\n He told him his pleasure all.\n\n 5\n \u2018Go you from hence to bold Robin Hood,\n And bid him, without more a-do,\n Surrender himself, or else the proud elf\n Shall suffer with all his crew.\n\n 6\n \u2018Take here a hundred bowmen brave,\n All chosen men of might,\n Of excellent art for to take thy part,\n In glittering armour bright.\u2019\n\n 7\n Then said the knight, My sovereign liege,\n By me they shall be led;\n I\u2019ll venture my blood against bold Robin Hood,\n And bring him alive or dead.\n\n 8\n One hundred men were chosen straight,\n As proper as eer men saw;\n On Midsummer-day they marched away,\n To conquer that brave outlaw.\n\n 9\n With long yew bows and shining spears,\n They marchd in mickle pride,\n And never delayd, or halted, or stayd,\n Till they came to the greenwood-side.\n\n 10\n Said he to his archers, Tarry here;\n Your bows make ready all,\n That, if need should be, you may follow me;\n And see you observe my call.\n\n 11\n \u2018I\u2019ll go in person first,\u2019 he cry\u2019d,\n \u2018With the letters of my good king,\n Both signd and seald, and if he will yield,\n We need not draw one string,\u2019\n\n 12\n He wanderd about till at length he came\n To the tent of Robin Hood;\n The letter he shews; bold Robin arose,\n And there on his guard he stood.\n\n 13\n \u2018They\u2019d have me surrender,\u2019 quoth bold Robin Hood,\n \u2018And lie at their mercy then;\n But tell them from me, that never shall be,\n While I have full seven-score men.\u2019\n\n 14\n Sir William the knight, both hardy and bold,\n Did offer to seize him there,\n Which William Locksly by fortune did see,\n And bid him that trick forbear.\n\n 15\n Then Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth,\n And blew a blast or twain,\n And so did the knight, at which there in sight\n The archers came all amain.\n\n 16\n Sir William with care he drew up his men,\n And plac\u2019d them in battle array;\n Bold Robin, we find, he was not behind;\n Now this was a bloody fray.\n\n 17\n The archers on both sides bent their bows,\n And the clouds of arrows flew;\n The very first flight, that honoured knight\n Did there bid the world adieu.\n\n 18\n Yet nevertheless their fight did last\n From morning till almost noon;\n Both parties were stout, and loath to give out;\n This was on the last [day] of June.\n\n 19\n At length they went off; one part they went\n To London with right good-will;\n And Robin Hood he to the green-wood tree,\n And there he was taken ill.\n\n 20\n He sent for a monk, who let him blood,\n And took his life away;\n Now this being done, his archers they run,\n It was not a time to stay.\n\n 21\n Some got on board and crossd the seas,\n To Flanders, France, and Spain,\n And others to Rome, for fear of their doom,\n But soon returnd again.\n\n 22\n Thus he that never feard bow nor spear\n Was murderd by letting of blood;\n And so, loving friends, the story doth end\n Of valiant bold Robin Hood.\n\n 23\n There\u2019s nothing remains but his epitaph now,\n Which, reader, here you have;\n To this very day, and read it you may,\n As it was upon his grave.\n\n\n Robin Hood\u2019s Epitaph,\n Set on his tomb\n By the Prioress of Birkslay Monastery, in Yorkshire.\n\n Robin, Earl of Huntington,\n Lies under this little stone.\n No archer was like him so good;\n His wildness nam\u2019d him Robin Hood.\n Full thirteen years, and something more,\n These northern parts he vexed sore.\n Such outlaws as he and his men\n May England never know again!\n\n * * * * *\n\n Robin Hood and the Valiant Knight; together with an account of his\n Death and Burial, &c. Tune of Robin Hood and the Fifteen\n Foresters.\n\n#a.#\n\n _Inside the cover is written, William Stukely, 1741._\n\n 18^4. day _found in_ #b.#\n\n#b.#\n\n _A carelessly printed book, with only twenty-four ballads. It\n belonged to Bishop Percy. Burden omitted._\n\n 1^1. When bold Robin and.\n\n 1^3. had been told he.\n\n 1^4. With his.\n\n 2^1. the best.\n\n 2^4. will be.\n\n 3. _wanting._\n\n 6^1. Take an.\n\n 6^3. art to.\n\n 7^3. again Robin.\n\n 12^1. till at last.\n\n 12^2. of bold.\n\n 13^1. would have: bold, Hood, _wanting_.\n\n 13^3. that it.\n\n 13^4. Whilst.\n\n 15^1. Robin he set.\n\n 17^4. there _wanting_.\n\n 18^1. the fight.\n\n 18^4. last day.\n\n 19^2. For London.\n\n 19^3. he _wanting_.\n\n 20^1. to let.\n\n 20^2. done away they ran.\n\n 21. _wanting._\n\n 22^1. that neither.\n\n 24^3. it _wanting_.\n\n 24^4. it were.\n\n _The epitaph is not given._\n\n#c.#\n\n _Burden_: Derry down down: Hey down derry derry down.\n\n 1^3. that they had been bold.\n\n 2^2. best _wanting_.\n\n 5^1. Go you.\n\n 6^1. an.\n\n 7^3. bold _wanting_.\n\n 10^4. see that.\n\n 11^3. Well signd.\n\n 14^4. bid them: to forbear.\n\n 18^4. day _wanting_.\n\n 19^1. party.\n\n 19^2. For London.\n\n 20^1. to let.\n\n 20^2. Who took.\n\n 20^4. a _wanting_.\n\n 21^1. Some went.\n\n 23^3. and _wanting_.\n\n\n\n\n 154\n\n A TRUE TALE OF ROBIN HOOD\n\n\nMartin Parker\u2019s True Tale of Robin Hood was entered to Francis Grove the\n29th of February, 1632: Stationers\u2019 Registers, Arber, IV, 273. A copy in\nthe British Museum (press-mark C. 39. a. 52), which is here reprinted,\nis assumed by Mr W. C. Hazlitt, Handbook, p. 439, and Mr George Bullen,\nBrit. Mus. Catalogue, to be of this first edition. The title of this\ncopy is: A True Tale of Robbin [Hood], or, A briefe touch of the life\nand death o[f that] Renowned Outlaw, Robert Earle of Huntin[gton]\nvulgarly called Robbin Hood, who lived and died in [A. D.] 1198, being\nthe 9. yeare of the reigne of King Ric[hard] the first, commonly called\nRichard Cuer de Lyon. Carefully collected out of the truest Writers of\nour English C[hroni]cles. And published for the satisfaction of those\nwho desire to s[ee] Truth purged from falsehood. By Martin Parker.\nPrinted at London for T. Cotes, and are to be sold by F. Grove\ndwellin[g] upon Snow-hill, neare the Saracen[s head].[120]\n\nMartin Parker professes in st. 117 to follow chronicles, not \u201cfained\ntales.\u201d Perhaps he regards broadside-ballads with historical names in\nthem as chronicles: at any rate, though he reports some things which are\nfound in Grafton, and in Major as cited by Grafton, much the larger part\nof his True Tale is now to be found only in ballads. When he does not\nagree with ballads which have come down to us, he may have used earlier\ncopies, or he may have invented. The story of the abbot in 23\u201326 is at\nleast from the same source as Robin Hood and the Bishop; the plundering\nof King Richard\u2019s receivers in 33 is evidently the same event as that\nreferred to in the first stanza of Robin Hood and Queen Katherine; Robin\nHood is said to have built eight almshouses in 71, and one in the last\nstanza of The Noble Fisherman. The Gest could hardly have been unknown\nto Parker. Stanzas 3\u20139, concerning Robin\u2019s rank, prodigality, and\noutlawry, may have been based upon Munday\u2019s play; but nothing is said of\nMaid Marian. 44\u201350 and 56\u201365 may report the substance of some lost\nbroadside.\n\nPerhaps Parker calls his compilation a _True_ Tale because a tale of\nRobin Hood was a proverb for an incredible story: \u201cTales of Robin Hood\nare good for fools.\u201d\n\n\n 1\n Both gentlemen, or yeomen bould,\n Or whatsoever you are,\n To have a stately story tould,\n Attention now prepare.\n\n 2\n It is a tale of Robin Hood,\n Which I to you will tell,\n Which being rightly understood,\n I know will please you well.\n\n 3\n This Robbin, so much talked on,\n Was once a man of fame,\n Instiled Earle of Huntington,\n Lord Robert Hood by name.\n\n 4\n In courtship and magnificence,\n His carriage won him prayse,\n And greater favour with his prince\n Than any in his dayes.\n\n 5\n In bounteous liberality\n He too much did excell,\n And loved men of quality\n More than exceeding well.\n\n 6\n His great revennues all he sould\n For wine and costly cheere;\n He kept three hundred bowmen bold,\n He shooting lovd so deare.\n\n 7\n No archer living in his time\n With him might well compare;\n He practisd all his youthfull prime\n That exercise most rare.\n\n 8\n At last, by his profuse expence,\n He had consumd his wealth,\n And being outlawed by his prince,\n In woods he livd by stealth.\n\n 9\n The abbot of S_aint_ Maries rich,\n To whom he mony ought,\n His hatred to this earle was such\n That he his downefall wrought.\n\n 10\n So being outlawed, as \u2019tis told,\n He with a crew went forth\n Of lusty cutters, stout and bold,\n And robbed in the North.\n\n 11\n Among the rest, one Little John,\n A yeoman bold and free,\n Who could, if it stood him upon,\n With ease encounter three.\n\n 12\n One hundred men in all he got,\n With whom, the story sayes,\n Three hundred common men durst not\n Hold combate any wayes.\n\n 13\n They Yorkshire woods frequented much,\n And Lancashire also,\n Wherein their practises were such\n That they wrought mickle woe.\n\n 14\n None rich durst travell to and fro,\n Though nere so strongly armd,\n But by these theeves, so strong in show,\n They still were robd and harmd.\n\n 15\n His chiefest spight to the clergie was,\n That lived in monstrous pride;\n No one of them he would let passe\n Along the high-way side,\n\n 16\n But first they must to dinner goe,\n And afterwards to shrift:\n Full many a one he served so,\n Thus while he livd by theft.\n\n 17\n No monkes nor fryers he would let goe,\n Without paying their fees:\n If they thought much to be usd so,\n Their stones he made them leese.\n\n 18\n For such as they the country filld\n With bastards in those dayes;\n Which to prevent, these sparkes did geld\n All that came by their wayes.\n\n 19\n But Robbin Hood so gentle was,\n And bore so brave a minde,\n If any in distresse did passe,\n To them he was so kinde\n\n 20\n That he would give and lend to them,\n To helpe them at their neede:\n This made all poore men pray for him,\n And wish he well might speede.\n\n 21\n The widdow and the fatherlesse\n He would send meanes unto,\n And those whom famine did oppresse\n Found him a friendly foe.\n\n 22\n Nor would he doe a woman wrong,\n But see her safe conveid;\n He would protect with power strong\n All those who crav\u2019d his ayde.\n\n 23\n The abbot of Saint Maries then,\n Who him undid before,\n Was riding with two hundred men,\n And gold and silver store.\n\n 24\n But Robbin Hood upon him set\n With his couragious sparkes,\n And all the coyne perforce did get,\n Which was twelve thousand markes.\n\n 25\n He bound the abbot to a tree,\n And would not let him passe\n Before that to his men and he\n His lordship had sayd masse.\n\n 26\n Which being done, upon his horse\n He set him fast astride,\n And with his face towards his ar\u2014\n He forced him to ride.\n\n 27\n His men were faine to be his guide,\n For he rode backward home;\n The abbot, being thus villifide,\n Did sorely chafe and fume.\n\n 28\n Thus Robbin Hood did vindicate\n His former wrongs receivd;\n For \u2019twas this covetous prelate\n That him of land bereavd.\n\n 29\n The abbot he rode to the king\n With all the haste he could,\n And to his Grace he every thing\n Exactly did unfold.\n\n 30\n And sayd if that no course were tane,\n By force or stratagem,\n To take this rebell and his traine,\n No man should passe for them.\n\n 31\n The king protested by and by\n Unto the abbot then\n That Robbin Hood with speed should dye,\n With all his merry men.\n\n 32\n But ere the king did any send,\n He did another feate,\n Which did his Grace much more offend;\n The fact indeed was great.\n\n 33\n For in a short time after that,\n The kings receivers went\n Towards London with the coyne they got,\n For\u2019s Highnesse northerne rent.\n\n 34\n Bold Robbin Hood and Little John,\n With the rest of their traine,\n Not dreading law, set them upon,\n And did their gold obtaine.\n\n 35\n The king much moved at the same,\n And the abbots talke also,\n In this his anger did proclaime,\n And sent word to and fro,\n\n 36\n That whosoere, alive or dead,\n Could bring him Robbin Hood,\n Should have one thousand markes, well payd\n In gold and silver good.\n\n 37\n This promise of the king did make\n Full many yeomen bold\n Attempt stout Robbin Hood to take,\n With all the force they could.\n\n 38\n But still when any came to him,\n Within the gay greene wood,\n He entertainement gave to them,\n With venison fat and good.\n\n 39\n And shewd to them such martiall sport,\n With his long bow and arrow,\n That they of him did give report,\n How that it was great sorow,\n\n 40\n That such a worthy man as he\n Should thus be put to shift,\n Being late a lord of high degree,\n Of living quite bereft.\n\n 41\n The king, to take him, more and more\n Sent men of mickle might,\n But he and his still beate them sore,\n And conquered them in fight.\n\n 42\n Or else, with love and courtesie,\n To him he won their hearts:\n Thus still he lived by robbery,\n Throughout the northerne parts.\n\n 43\n And all the country stood in dread\n Of Robbin Hood and\u2019s men;\n For stouter lads nere livd by bread,\n In those dayes nor since then.\n\n 44\n The abbot which before I nam\u2019d\n Sought all the meanes he could\n To have by force this rebell tane,\n And his adherents bold.\n\n 45\n Therefore he armd five hundred men,\n With furniture compleate,\n But the outlawes slew halfe of them,\n And made the rest retreate.\n\n 46\n The long bow and the arrow keene\n They were so usd unto\n That still they kept the forest greene,\n In spight o th\u2019 proudest foe.\n\n 47\n Twelve of the abbots men he tooke,\n Who came him to have tane,\n When all the rest the field forsooke;\n These he did entertaine\n\n 48\n With banquetting and merriment,\n And, having usd them well,\n He to their lord them safely sent,\n And willd them him to tell\n\n 49\n That if he would be pleasd at last\n To beg of our good king\n That he might pardon what was past,\n And him to favour bring,\n\n 50\n He would surrender backe agen\n The money which before\n Was taken by him and his men,\n From him and many more.\n\n 51\n Poore men might safely passe by him,\n And some that way would chuse,\n For well they knew that to helpe them\n He evermore did use.\n\n 52\n But where he knew a miser rich,\n That did the poore oppresse,\n To feele his coyne his hand did itch;\n Hee\u2019de have it, more or lesse.\n\n 53\n And sometimes, when the high-way fayld,\n Then he his courage rouses;\n He and his men have oft assayld\n Such rich men in their houses.\n\n 54\n So that, through dread of Robbin then\n And his adventurous crew,\n The mizers kept great store of men,\n Which else maintaynd but few.\n\n 55\n King Richard, of that name the first,\n Sirnamed Cuer de Lyon,\n Went to defeate the Pagans curst,\n Who kept the coasts of Syon.\n\n 56\n The Bishop of Ely, chancelor,\n Was left as vice-roy here,\n Who like a potent emperor\n Did proudly domminere.\n\n 57\n Our chronicles of him report\n That commonly he rode\n With a thousand horse from court to court,\n Where he would make abode.\n\n 58\n He, riding downe towards the north,\n With his aforesayd traine,\n Robbin and his did issue forth,\n Them all to entertaine.\n\n 59\n And, with the gallant gray-goose wing,\n They shewed to them such play,\n That made their horses kicke and fling,\n And downe their riders lay.\n\n 60\n Full glad and faine the bishop was,\n For all his thousand men,\n To seeke what meanes he could to passe\n From out of Robbins ken.\n\n 61\n Two hundred of his men were kil\u2019d,\n And fourescore horses good;\n Thirty, who did as captives yeeld,\n Were carryed to the greene wood.\n\n 62\n Which afterwards were ransomed,\n For twenty markes a man;\n The rest set spurres to horse, and fled\n To th\u2019 town of Warrington.\n\n 63\n The bishop, sore enraged then,\n Did, in King Richards name,\n Muster a power of northerne men,\n These outlawes bold to tame.\n\n 64\n But Robbin, with his courtesie,\n So wonne the meaner sort,\n That they were loath on him to try\n What rigor did import.\n\n 65\n So that bold Robbin and his traine\n Did live unhurt of them,\n Vntill King Richard came againe\n From faire Jerusalem.\n\n 66\n And then the talke of Robbin Hood\n His royall eares did fill;\n His Grace admir\u2019d that ith\u2019 greene wood\n He thus continued still.\n\n 67\n So that the country farre and neare\n Did give him great applause;\n For none of them neede stand in feare,\n But such as broke the lawes.\n\n 68\n He wished well unto the king,\n And prayed still for his health,\n And never practised any thing\n Against the common wealth.\n\n 69\n Onely, because he was undone\n By th\u2019 crewell clergie then,\n All meanes that he could thinke upon\n To vexe such kinde of men\n\n 70\n He enterprized, with hatefull spleene;\n In which he was to blame,\n For fault of some, to wreeke his teene\n On all that by him came.\n\n 71\n With wealth which he by robbery got\n Eight almes-houses he built,\n Thinking thereby to purge the blot\n Of blood which he had spilt.\n\n 72\n Such was their blinde devotion then,\n Depending on their workes;\n Which, if \u2019twere true, we Christian men\n Inferiour were to Turkes.\n\n 73\n But, to speake true of Robbin Hood,\n And wrong him not a iot,\n He never would shed any mans blood\n That him invaded not.\n\n 74\n Nor would he iniure husbandmen,\n That toyld at cart and plough;\n For well he knew, were\u2019t not for them,\n To live no man knew how.\n\n 75\n The king in person, with some lords,\n To Notingham did ride,\n To try what strength and skill affords\n To crush these outlawes pride.\n\n 76\n And, as he once before had done,\n He did againe proclaime,\n That whosoere would take upon\n To bring to Notingham,\n\n 77\n Or any place within the land,\n Rebellious Robbin Hood,\n Should be preferd in place to stand\n With those of noble blood.\n\n 78\n When Robbin Hood heard of the same,\n Within a little space,\n Into the towne of Notingham\n A letter to his Grace\n\n 79\n He shot upon an arrow-head,\n One evening cunningly;\n Which was brought to the king, and read\n Before his Maiestie.\n\n 80\n The tennour of this letter was\n That Robbin would submit,\n And be true leigeman to his Grace,\n In any thing that\u2019s fit,\n\n 81\n So that his Highnesse would forgive\n Him and his merry men all;\n If not, he must i th\u2019 greene wood live,\n And take what chance did fall.\n\n 82\n The king would faine have pardoned him,\n But that some lords did say,\n This president will much condemne\n Your Grace another day.\n\n 83\n While that the king and lords did stay\n Debating on this thing,\n Some of these outlawes fled away\n Unto the Scottish king.\n\n 84\n For they supposd, if he were tane,\n Or to the king did yeeld,\n By th\u2019 commons all the rest on \u2019s traine\n Full quickely would be quelld.\n\n 85\n Of more than full a hundred men\n But forty tarryed still,\n Who were resolvd to sticke to him,\n Let fortune worke her will.\n\n 86\n If none had fled, all for his sake\n Had got their pardon free;\n The king to favour meant to take\n His merry men and he.\n\n 87\n But ere the pardon to him came,\n This famous archer dy\u2019d:\n His death, and manner of the same,\n I\u2019le presently describe.\n\n 88\n For, being vext to thinke upon\n His followers revolt,\n In melancholly passion\n He did recount their fault.\n\n 89\n \u2018Perfideous traytors!\u2019 sayd he then,\n \u2018In all your dangers past\n Have I you guarded as my men\n To leave me thus at last?\u2019\n\n 90\n This sad perplexity did cause\n A fever, as some say,\n Which him unto confusion drawes,\n Though by a stranger way.\n\n 91\n This deadly danger to prevent,\n He hide him with all speede\n Vnto a nunnery, with intent\n For his healths sake to bleede.\n\n 92\n A faithlesse fryer did pretend\n In love to let him blood;\n But he by falshood wrought the end\n Of famous Robbin Hood.\n\n 93\n The fryer, as some say, did this\n To vindicate the wrong\n Which to the clergie he and his\n Had done by power strong.\n\n 94\n Thus dyed he by trechery,\n That could not dye by force;\n Had he livd longer, certainely,\n King Richard, in remorse,\n\n 95\n Had unto favour him receavd;\n He brave men elevated;\n \u2019Tis pitty he was of life bereavd\n By one which he so hated.\n\n 96\n A treacherous leech this fryer was,\n To let him bleed to death;\n And Robbin was, me thinkes, an asse,\n To trust him with his breath.\n\n 97\n His corpes the priores of the place,\n The next day that he dy\u2019d,\n Caused to be buried, in mean case,\n Close by the high-way side.\n\n 98\n And over him she caused a stone\n To be fixed on the ground;\n An epitaph was set thereon,\n Wherein his name was found.\n\n 99\n The date o th\u2019 yeare, and day also,\n Shee made to be set there,\n That all who by the way did goe\n Might see it plaine appeare\n\n 100\n That such a man as Robbin Hood\n Was buried in that place;\n And how he lived in the greene wood,\n And robd there for a space.\n\n 101\n It seemes that though the clergie he\n Had put to mickle woe,\n He should not quite forgotten be,\n Although he was their foe.\n\n 102\n This woman, though she did him hate,\n Yet loved his memory;\n And thought it wondrous pitty that\n His fame should with him dye.\n\n 103\n This epitaph, as records tell,\n Within this hundred yeares\n By many was discerned well,\n But time all things outweares.\n\n 104\n His followers, when he was dead,\n Were some received to grace;\n The rest to forraigne countries fled,\n And left their native place.\n\n 105\n Although his funerall was but meane,\n This woman had in minde\n Least his fame should be buried cleane\n From those that came behind.\n\n 106\n For certainely, before nor since,\n No man ere understood,\n Vnder the reigne of any prince,\n Of one like Robbin Hood.\n\n 107\n Full thirteene yeares, and something more,\n These outlawes lived thus,\n Feared of the rich, loved of the poore,\n A thing most marvelous.\n\n 108\n A thing impossible to us\n This story seemes to be;\n None dares be now so venturous;\n But times are chang\u2019d, we see.\n\n 109\n We that live in these latter dayes\n Of civill government,\n If neede be, have a hundred wayes\n Such outlawes to prevent.\n\n 110\n In those dayes men more barbarous were,\n And lived lesse in awe;\n Now, God be thanked! people feare\n More to offend the law.\n\n 111\n No roaring guns were then in use,\n They dreampt of no such thing;\n Our English men in fight did chuse\n The gallant gray-goose wing.\n\n 112\n In which activity these men,\n Through practise, were so good,\n That in those dayes non equald them,\n Specially Robbin Hood.\n\n 113\n So that, it seemes, keeping in caves,\n In woods and forrests thicke,\n Thei\u2019d beate a multitude with staves,\n Their arrowes did so pricke.\n\n 114\n And none durst neare unto them come,\n Unlesse in courtesie;\n All such he bravely would send home,\n With mirth and iollity.\n\n 115\n Which courtesie won him such love,\n As I before have told;\n \u2019Twas the cheefe cause that he did prove\n More prosperous than he could.\n\n 116\n Let us be thankefull for these times\n Of plenty, truth and peace,\n And leave our great and horrid crimes,\n Least they cause this to cease.\n\n 117\n I know there\u2019s many fained tales\n Of Robbin Hood and\u2019s crew;\n But chronicles, which seldome fayles,\n Reports this to be true.\n\n 118\n Let none then thinke this a lye,\n For, if \u2019twere put to th\u2019 worst,\n They may the truth of all discry\n I th\u2019 raigne of Richard the first.\n\n 119\n If any reader please to try,\n As I direction show,\n The truth of this brave history,\n Hee\u2019l finde it true I know.\n\n 120\n And I shall thinke my labour well\n Bestowed, to purpose good,\n When\u2019t shall be sayd that I did tell\n True tales of Robbin Hood.\n\n * * * * *\n\n _At the end of the Tale_:\n\n The Epitaph which the Prioresse of the Monastery of Kirkes Lay in\n Yorke-shire set over Robbin Hood, which, as is before mentioned,\n was to bee reade within these hundreth yeares, though in old\n broken English, much to the same sence and meaning.\n\n Decembris quarto die, 1198: anno regni Richardii Primi 9.\n\n Robert Earle of Huntington\n Lies under this little stone.\n No archer was like him so good:\n His wildnesse named him Robbin Hood.\n Full thirteene yeares, and something more,\n These northerne parts he vexed sore.\n Such out-lawes as he and his men\n May England never know agen.\n\n Some other superstitious words were in it, which I thought fit to\n leave out.[121]\n\n Bodl. L. 78.\n\n 2^2. That _for_ which.\n\n 20^4. wisht.\n\n 59^3. kicke _for_ kickle.\n\n 70^2. In _for_ For.\n\n 94^2. Who _for_ That.\n\n 108^1. impossible _for_ unpossible.\n\n 116^3. our _for_ out.\n\n\n\n\n 155\n\n SIR HUGH, OR, THE JEW\u2019S DAUGHTER\n\n #A.# \u2018Hugh of Lincoln,\u2019 Jamieson\u2019s Popular Ballads, I, 151.\n\n #B.# \u2018The Jew\u2019s Daughter,\u2019 Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1765, I, 32.\n\n #C.# \u2018The Jewis Daughter,\u2019 Bishop Percy\u2019s Papers.\n\n #D.# \u2018Sir Hugh,\u2019 Herd\u2019s MSS, I, 213; stanzas 7\u201310, II, 219. Herd\u2019s\n Scottish Songs, 1776, I, 96.\n\n #E.# \u2018Sir Hugh, or, The Jew\u2019s Daughter,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p.\n 51.\n\n #F.# A. Hume, Sir Hugh of Lincoln, p. 35.\n\n #G.# From the recitation of an American lady.\n\n #H.# \u2018The Jew\u2019s Daughter,\u2019 from the recitation of an American lady.\n\n #I.# Sir Egerton Brydges, Restituta, I, 381.\n\n #J.# \u2018Sir Hugh.\u2019 #a.# Notes and Queries, First Series, XII, 496. #b.#\n The same, VIII, 614.\n\n #K.# Notes and Queries, First Series, IX, 320; Salopian Shreds and\n Patches, in Miss C. S. Burne\u2019s Shropshire Folk-Lore, p. 539.\n\n #L. a.# Communicated by the Rev. E. Venables. #b.# A Walk through\n Lincoln Cathedral, by the same, p. 41.\n\n #M.# F. H. Groome, In Gipsy Tents, Edinburgh, 1880, p. 145.\n\n #N.# \u2018Little Harry Hughes and the Duke\u2019s Daughter,\u2019 Newell, Games and\n Songs of American Children, p. 75.\n\n #O.# G. A. Sala, Illustrated London News, LXXXI, 415, October 21,\n 1882, and Living London, 1883, p. 465.\n\n #P.# Halliwell, Ballads and Poems respecting Hugh of Lincoln, p. 37,\n Popular Rhymes and Nursery Tales, p. 192: two stanzas.\n\n #Q.# \u2018The Jew\u2019s Daughter,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s Note-Book, p. 54: two stanzas.\n\n #R.# \u2018Sir Hew, or, The Jew\u2019s Daughter,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy,\n Appendix, p. xvii, VII: one stanza.\n\n\nThe copy in Pinkerton\u2019s Tragic Ballads, 1781, p. 50, is made up of eight\nstanzas of #D# and six of #B#, slightly retouched by the editor; that in\nGilchrist\u2019s collection, 1815, I, 210, is eight stanzas of #D# and nine\nof #A#; that in Stenhouse\u2019s edition of Johnson\u2019s Museum, IV, 500,\n\u201ccommunicated by an intelligent antiquarian correspondent,\u201d is\ncompounded from #A#, #B#, #D#, #E# and Pinkerton, with a little chaff of\nits own; that printed by W. C. Atkinson, of Brigg, Lincolnshire, in the\nLondon Athen\u00e6um, 1867, p. 96, is Pinkerton\u2019s, with two trifling changes.\nAllen, History of the County of Lincoln, 1834, p. 171 (repeating Wilde,\nLincoln Cathedral, 1819, p. 27, as appears from Notes and Queries, 4th\nSeries, II, 60), says that a complete manuscript of the ballad was once\nin the library of the cathedral, and cites the first stanza, which\ndiffers from Pinkerton\u2019s only in having \u201cMary Lincoln\u201d for \u201cmerry\nLincoln.\u201d\n\nThe several versions agree in the outline of the story, and in many of\nthe details. According to #A#, boys who are playing football are joined\nby Sir Hugh, who kicks the ball through the Jew\u2019s window. Sir Hugh sees\nthe Jew\u2019s daughter looking out of the window, and asks her to throw down\nthe ball. She tells him to come and get it; this he is afraid to do, for\nfear she may do to him \u201cas she did to his father.\u201d The Jew\u2019s daughter\nentices him in with an apple, leads him through nine dark doors, lays\nhim on a table, and sticks him like a swine; then rolls him in a cake of\nlead, and throws him into a draw-well fifty fathoms deep, Our Lady\u2019s\ndraw-well. The boy not returning at eve, his mother sets forth to seek\nhim; goes to the Jew\u2019s castle, the Jew\u2019s garden, and to the draw-well,\nentreating in each case Sir Hugh to speak. He answers from the well,\nbidding his mother go make his winding-sheet, and he will meet her at\nthe back of merry Lincoln the next morning. His mother makes his\nwinding-sheet, and the dead corpse meets her at the back of merry\nLincoln: all the bells of Lincoln are rung without men\u2019s hands, and all\nthe books of Lincoln are read without man\u2019s tongue.\n\nThe boy\u2019s name is Sir Hugh in #A-F#, etc.; in #K# the name is corrupted\nto Saluter, and in the singular and interesting copy obtained in New\nYork, #N#, to Harry Hughes, the Jew\u2019s Daughter in this becoming the\nDuke\u2019s Daughter. The place is Merry Lincoln in #A#, #D#, #L# (Lincoln,\n#J#; Lincolnshire, #Q#); corrupted in #B#, #C#, to Mirryland town,[122]\nin #E# to Maitland town; changed to Merry Scotland, #I#, #J#, #O#, which\nis corrupted to Merrycock land, #K#; in #G#, #H#, old Scotland, fair\nScotland. The ball is tossed [patted] into the Jew\u2019s garden, #G#, #H#,\n#I#, #L#, #M#, #O#, #P#, where the Jews are sitting a-row, #I#, #O#. The\nboy will not come in without his play-feres, #B#, #C#, #D#, #F#, #G#,\n#I#, #J#, #K#; if he should go in, his mother would cause his heart\u2019s\nblood to fall, etc., #G#, #I#, #K#.[123] The boy is rolled in a cake\n[case] of lead, #A-E# (L, #b#?); in a quire of tin, #N#. The draw-well\nis Our Lady\u2019s only in #A# (L, #b#?); it is the Jew\u2019s in #C#, #D#; it is\na [the] deep draw-well, simply, in #B#, #E#, #F#, #G#; a little\ndraw-well, #N#, a well, #O#; fifty fathoms deep, #A-F#, #N#; #G#,\neighteen fathoms, #O#, five and fifty feet. In #G#, the Jew\u2019s daughter\nlays the Bible at the boy\u2019s head, and the Prayer-Book at his feet (how\ncame these in the Jew\u2019s house?) before she sticks him; in #I#, #K#, the\nBible and Testament after; in #I#, the Catechism in his heart\u2019s blood.\nIn #H#, the boy, at the moment of his death, asks that the Bible may be\nput at his head, and the Testament at his feet, and in #M#, wants \u201ca\nseven-foot Bible\u201d at his head and feet. In #E#, #F#, the boy makes this\nrequest from the draw-well (\u201cand pen and ink at every side,\u201d #E#), and\nin #N# with the variation that his Bible is to be put at his head, his\n\u201cbusker\u201d at his feet, and his Prayer-Book at his right side. In #O#\nthere is a jumble:\n\n \u2018Oh lay a Bible at my head,\n And a Prayer-Book at my feet,\n In the well that they did throw me in,\u2019 etc.\n\nThe boy asks his mother to go and make ready his winding-sheet in #A#,\n#B#, #C#, #E#, #F#; and appoints to meet her at the back of the town,\n#A#, #B#, #E#; at the birks of Mirryland town, #C#.\n\nThe fine trait of the ringing of the bells without men\u2019s hands, and the\nreading of the books without man\u2019s tongue, occurs only in #A#. When\nFlorence of Rome approached a church, \u201cthe bellys range thorow Godys\ngrace, withowtyn helpe of hande:\u201d Le Bone Florence of Rome, Ritson, Met.\nRom., III, 80, v. 1894 f. Bells which ring without men\u2019s hands are very\ncommon in popular tradition. See Jamieson\u2019s Popular Ballads, I, 140;\nWunderhorn, II, 272, ed. 1808; Luzel, C. P. de la Basse-Bretagne, I, 446\nf., 496 f., II, 44 f., 66 f., 308 f., 542 f.; Maurer, Isl\u00e4ndische\nVolkssagen, p. 215; Weckenstedt, Wendische Sagen, p. 379, No 5; Temme,\nVolkssagen der Altmark, p. 29, No 31; M\u00fcnsterische Geschichten, u. s.\nw., p. 186; Bartsch, Sagen aus Meklenburg, I, 390, No 539; Mone\u2019s\nAnzeiger, VIII, 303 f., No 41 and note, and VII, 32; Birlinger, Aus\nSchwaben, Neue Sammlung, I, 72; Birlinger u. Buck, I, 144, No 223, 145,\nNo 225, a, b, c; Sch\u00f6ppner, Sagenbuch der bayerischen Lande, I, 294, No\n301, etc.[124]\n\nThe story of Hugh of Lincoln is told in the Annals of Waverley, under\nthe year 1255, by a contemporary writer, to this effect.[125] A boy in\nLincoln, named Hugh, was crucified by the Jews in contempt of Christ,\nwith various preliminary tortures. To conceal the act from Christians,\nthe body, when taken from the cross, was thrown into a running stream;\nbut the water would not endure the wrong done its maker, and immediately\nejected it upon dry land. The body was then buried in the earth, but was\nfound above ground the next day. The guilty parties were now very much\nfrightened and quite at their wit\u2019s end; as a last resort they threw the\ncorpse into a drinking-well. Thereupon the whole place was filled with\nso brilliant a light and so sweet an odor that it was clear to everybody\nthat there must be something holy and prodigious in the well. The body\nwas seen floating on the water, and, upon its being drawn up, the hands\nand feet were found to be pierced, the head had, as it were, a crown of\nbloody points, and there were various other wounds: from all which it\nwas plain that this was the work of the abominable Jews. A blind woman,\ntouching the bier on which the blessed martyr\u2019s corpse was carrying to\nthe church, received her sight, and many other miracles followed.\nEighteen Jews, convicted of the crime, and confessing it with their own\nmouth, were hanged.\n\nMatthew Paris, also writing contemporaneously, supplies additional\ncircumstances, one of which, the mother\u2019s finding of the child, is\nprominent in the ballad.[126] The Jews of Lincoln stole the boy Hugh,\nwho was some eight years old, near Peter and Paul\u2019s day, June 29, and\nfed him properly for ten days, while they were sending to all parts of\nEngland to convoke their co-believers to a crucifixion of him in\ncontempt of Jesus. When they were assembled, one of the Lincoln Jews was\nappointed judge, a Pilate, as it were, and the boy was sentenced to\nvarious torments; he was scourged till the blood ran, crowned with\nthorns, spit upon, pricked with knives, made to drink gall, mocked and\nscoffed at, hailed as false prophet; finally he was crucified, and a\nlance thrust into his heart. He was then taken down and disembowelled;\nfor what reason is not known, but, as it was said, for magical purposes.\nThe mother (whose name, not given by this chronicler, is known to have\nbeen Beatrice) made diligent search for her lost child for several days,\nand was told by her neighbors that they had seen the boy playing with\nJewish children, and going into a Jew\u2019s house. This house the mother\nentered, and saw the boy\u2019s body, which had been thrown into a well. The\ntown officers were sent for, and drew up the corpse. The mother\u2019s\nshrieks drew a great concourse to the place, among whom was Sir John of\nLexington, a long-headed and scholarly man (a priest of the cathedral),\nwho declared that he had heard of the Jews doing such things before.\nLaying hands on the Jew into whose house the boy had been known to go,\nJohn of Lexington told him that all the gold in England would not buy\nhim off; nevertheless, life and limb should be safe if he would tell\neverything. The Jew, Copin by name, encouraged and urged by Sir John,\nmade a full confession: all that the Christians had said was true; the\nJews crucified a boy every year, if they could get hold of one, and had\ncrucified this Hugh; they had wished to bury the body, after they had\ncome to the conclusion that an innocent\u2019s bowels were of no use for\ndivination, but the earth would not hold it; so they had thrown it into\na well, but with no better success, for the mother had found it, and\nreported the fact to the officers. The canons of Lincoln Cathedral\nbegged the child\u2019s body, and buried it in their church with the honors\ndue to so precious a martyr. The king, who had been absent in the North,\nbeing made acquainted with these circumstances, blamed Sir John for the\npromise which he had so improperly made the wretch Copin. But Copin was\nstill in custody, and, seeing he had no chance for life, he volunteered\nto complete his testimony! almost all the Jews in England had been\naccessory to the child\u2019s death, and almost every city of England where\nJews lived had sent delegates to the ceremony of his immolation, as to a\nPaschal sacrifice. Copin was then tied to a horse, and dragged to the\ngallows, and ninety-one other Jews carried to London and imprisoned. The\ninquisition made by the king\u2019s justices showed that the crime had been\nvirtually the common act of the Jews of England, and the mother\u2019s appeal\nto the king, which was pressed unremittingly, had such effect that on St\nClement\u2019s day eighteen of the richer and more considerable Jews of\nLincoln were hanged on gallows specially constructed for the purpose,\nmore than sixty being reserved for a like sentence in the tower of\nLondon.[127]\n\nThe Annals of Burton give a long report of this case, which is perhaps\ncontemporary, though the MS. is mostly of the next century. On the last\nday of July, at a time when all the principal Jews of England were\ncollected at Lincoln, Hugh, a school-boy (_scholaris_) of nine, the only\nson of a poor woman, was kidnapped towards sunset, while playing with\nhis comrades, by Jopin, a Jew of that place. He was concealed in Jopin\u2019s\nhouse six and twenty days, getting so little to eat and drink that he\nhad hardly the strength to speak. Then, at a council of all the Jews,\nresident and other, it was determined that he should be put to death.\nThey stripped him, flogged him, spat in his face, cut off the cartilage\nof the nose and the upper lip, and broke the main upper teeth; then\ncrucified him. The boy, fortified by divine grace, maintained himself\nwith cheerfulness, and uttered neither complaint nor groan. They ran\nsharp points into him from the sole of his foot to the crown of his\nhead, till the body was covered with the blood from these wounds, then\npierced his side with a lance, and he gave up the ghost. The boy not\ncoming home as usual, his mother made search for him. As he was not\nfound, the information given by his playmates as to when and where they\nhad last seen him roused a strong suspicion among the Christians that he\nhad been carried off and killed by the Jews; all the more because there\nwere so many of them present in the town at that time, and from all\nparts of the kingdom, though the Jews pretended that the occasion for\nthis unusual congregation was a grand wedding. The truth becoming every\nday clearer, the mother set off for Scotland, where the king then\nchanced to be, and laid the complaint at his feet. The Jews, meanwhile,\nknowing that the business would be looked into, were in great\nconsternation; they took away the body in the night, and threw it into a\nwell. In the well it was found in the course of an inquisition ordered\nby the king, and, when it was drawn out, a woman, blind for fifteen\nyears, who had been very fond of the boy, laid her hand on the body in\nfaith, exclaiming, Alas, sweet little Hugh, that it so happened! and\nthen rubbed her eyes with the moisture of the body, and at once\nrecovered her sight. The miracle drew crowds of people to the spot, and\nevery sick or infirm person that could get near the body went home well\nand happy: hearing whereof, the dean and canons of the cathedral went\nout in procession to the body of the holy martyr, and carried it to the\nminster with all possible ceremony, where they buried it very honorably\n(disregarding the passionate protests of a brother canon, of the parish\nto which the boy belonged, who would fain have retained so precious, and\nalso valuable, an object within his own bounds). The king stopped at\nLincoln, on his way down from Scotland, looked into the matter, found\nthe charges against the Jews to be substantiated, and ordered an arrest\nof the whole pack. They shut themselves up in their houses, but their\nhouses were stormed. In the course of the examination which followed,\nJohn of Lessington promised Jopin, the head of the Jews, and their\npriest (who was believed to be at the bottom of the whole transaction),\nthat he would do all he could to save his life, if Jopin would give up\nthe facts. Jopin, delighted at this assurance, and expecting to be able\nto save the other Jews by the use of money, confessed everything. But\nconsidering what a disgrace it would be to the king\u2019s majesty if the\ndeviser and perpetrator of such a felony escaped scot-free, Jopin was,\nby sentence of court, tied to the tail of a horse, dragged a long way\nthrough the streets, over sticks and stones, and hanged. Such other Jews\nas had been taken into custody were sent to London, and a good many\nmore, who were implicated but had escaped, were arrested in the\nprovinces. Eighteen suffered the same fate as Jopin. The Dominicans\nexerted themselves to save the lives of the others,\u2014bribed so to do, as\nsome thought; but they lost favor by it, and their efforts availed\nnothing. It was ordered by the government that all the Jews in the land\nwho had consented to the murder, and especially those who had been\npresent, namely, seventy-one who were in prison in London, should die\nthe death of Jopin. But Richard of Cornwall, the king\u2019s brother, to whom\nthe king had pledged all the Jews in England as security for a loan,\nstimulated also by a huge bribe, withstood this violation of vested\nrights, and further execution was stayed.[128]\n\nAn Anglo-French ballad of ninety-two stanzas, which also appears to be\ncontemporary with the event, agrees in many particulars with the account\ngiven in the Annals of Burton, adding several which are found in none of\nthe foregoing narratives.[129] Hugh of Lincoln was kidnapped one evening\ntowards the beginning of August, by Peitevin, the Jew.[130] His mother\nat once missed him, and searched for him, crying, I have lost my child!\ntill curfew. She slept little and prayed much, and immediately after her\nprayer the suspicion arose in her mind that her child had been abducted\nby the Jews. So, with the break of day, the woman went weeping through\nthe Jewry, calling at the Jews\u2019 doors, Where is my child? Impelled by\nthe suspicion which, as it pleased God, she had of the Jews, she kept on\ntill she came to the court. When she came before King Henry (whom God\npreserve!), she fell at his feet and begged his grace: \u201cSire, my son was\ncarried off by the Lincoln Jews one evening; see to it, for charity!\u201d\nThe king swore by God\u2019s pity, If it be so as thou hast told, the Jews\nshall die; if thou hast lied on the Jews, by St Edward, doubt not thou\nshalt have the same judgment. Soon after the child was carried off, the\nJews of Lincoln made a great gathering of all the richest of their sect\nin England. The child was brought before them, tied with a cord, by the\nJew Jopin. They stripped him, as erst they did Jesus. Then said Jopin,\nthinking he spoke to much profit, The child must be sold for thirty\npence, as Jesus was. Agim, the Jew, answered, Give me the child for\nthirty pence; but I wish that he should be sentenced to death, since I\nhave bought him. The Jews said, Let Agim have him, but let him be put to\ndeath forthwith: worse than this, they all cried with one voice, Let him\nbe put on the cross! The child was unbound and hanged on the cross,\nvilely, as Jesus was. His arms were stretched to the cross, and his feet\nand hands pierced with sharp nails, and he was crucified alive. Agim\ntook his knife and pierced the innocent\u2019s side, and split his heart in\ntwo. As the ghost left the body, the child called to his mother, Pray\nJesus Christ for me! The Jews buried the body, so that no one might know\nof their privity, but some of them, passing the place the next morning,\nfound it lying above ground. When they heard of this marvel, they\ndetermined in council that the corpse should be thrown into a jakes; but\nthe morning after it was again above ground. While they were in agonies\nof terror, one of their number came and told them that a woman, who had\nbeen his nurse, had agreed for money to take the body out of the city;\nbut he recommended that all the wounds should first be filled with\nboiling wax. The body was taken off by this nurse and thrown into a well\nbehind the castle.[131] A woman coming for water the next day discovered\nit lying on the ground, so filthy that she scarce durst touch it. This\nwoman bethought herself of the child which had been stolen. She went\nback to Lincoln, and gave information to Hugh\u2019s stepfather, who found\nher tale probable by reason of the suspicion which he already had of the\nJews. The woman went through the city proclaiming that she had found the\nchild, and everybody flocked to the well. The coroners were sent for,\nand came with good will to make their inspection. The body was taken\nback to Lincoln. A woman came up, who had long before lost her sight,\nand calling out, Alas, pretty Hugh, why are you lying here! applied her\nhands to the corpse and then to her eyes, and regained her sight. All\nwho were present were witnesses of the miracle, and gave thanks to God.\nA converted[132] Jew presented himself, and suggested that if they\nwished to know how the child came by its death they should wash the body\nin warm water; and this being done, the examination which he made\nenabled him to show that this treason had been done by the Jews, for the\nvery wounds of Jesus were found upon the child. They of the cathedral,\nhearing of the miracle, came out and carried the body to the church, and\nburied it among other saints with great joy: mult ben firent, cum m\u2019 est\navis. Soon after, the mother arrived from the court, very unhappy\nbecause she had not been able to find her child. The Lincoln Jews were\napprehended and thrown into prison; they said, We have been betrayed by\nFalsim. The next day King Henry came to Lincoln, and ordered the Jews\nbefore him for an inquest. A wise man who was there took it upon him to\nsay that the Jew who would tell the truth to the king should fare the\nbetter for it. Jopin, in whose house the treason had been done, told the\nwhole story as already related. King Henry, when all had been told,\ncried, Right ill did he that killed him! The justices[133] went to\ncouncil, and condemned Jopin to death: his body was to be drawn through\nthe city \u201cde chivals forts et ben ferr\u00e9[s]\u201d till life was extinct, and\nthen to be hanged. And this was done. I know well where, says the\nsinger: by Canewic, on the high hill.[134] Of the other Jews it is only\nsaid that they had much shame.\n\nThe English ballads, the oldest of which were recovered about the middle\nof the last century, must, in the course of five hundred years of\ntradition, have departed considerably from the early form; in all of\nthem the boy comes to his death for breaking a Jew\u2019s window, and at the\nhands of the Jew\u2019s daughter. The occurrence of Our Lady\u2019s draw-well, in\n#A#, is due to a mixing, to this extent, of the story of Hugh with that\nof the young devotee of the Virgin who is celebrated in Chaucer\u2019s\nPrioresses Tale. In Chaucer\u2019s legend, which somewhat strangely removes\nthe scene to a city in Asia, a little \u201cclergeon\u201d (cf. the scholaris of\nthe Annals of Burton) excites, not very unnaturally, the wrath of the\nJews by singing the hymn \u201cAlma redemptoris mater\u201d twice a day, as he\npasses, schoolward and homeward, through the Jewry. For this they cut\nhis throat and throw him into a privy. The Virgin comes to him, and bids\nhim sing the anthem still, till a grain which she lays upon his tongue\nshall be removed. The mother, in the course of her search for her boy,\ngoes to the pit, under divine direction, and hears him singing.\n\nAnother version of this legend occurs in a collection of the Miracles of\nOur Lady in the Vernon MS., c. 1375, leaf cxxiii, back; printed by Dr.\nHorstmann in Herrig\u2019s Archiv, 1876, LVI, 224, and again in the Chaucer\nSociety\u2019s Originals and Analogues, p. 281. The boy, in this, contributes\nto the support of his family by singing and begging in the streets of\nParis. His song is again Alma redemptoris mater, and he sings it one\nSaturday as he goes through the Jewry. He is killed, disposed of, and\ndiscovered as in Chaucer\u2019s tale, and the bishop, who \u201cwas come to see\nthat wonder,\u201d finds in the child\u2019s throat a lily, inscribed all over\nwith Alma redemptoris mater, which being taken out the song ceases. But\nwhen the child\u2019s body is carried to the minster, and a requiem mass is\nbegun, the corpse rises up, and sings Salve, sancta parens.\n\nAnother variety of the legend is furnished by the Spanish Franciscan\nEspina, Fortalicium Fidei, 1459, in the edition of Lyons, 1500, fol.\nccviii, reprinted by the Chaucer Society, Originals and Analogues, p.\n108.[135] The boy is here called Alfonsus of Lincoln. The Jews, having\ngot him into their possession, deliberate what shall be done to him, and\ndecide that the tongue with which he had sung Alma redemptoris shall be\ntorn out, likewise the heart in which he had meditated the song, and the\nbody be thrown into a jakes. The Virgin comes to him, and puts a\nprecious stone in his mouth, to supply the place of his tongue, and the\nboy at once begins to sing the anthem, and keeps on incessantly for four\ndays; at the end of which time the discovery is made by the mother, as\nbefore. The body is taken to the cathedral, where the bishop delivers a\nsermon, concluding with an injunction upon all present to pour out their\nsupplications to heaven that this mystery may be cleared up. The boy\nrises to his feet, takes the jewel from his mouth, explains everything\nthat has passed, hands the jewel to the bishop, to be preserved with\nother reliques, and expires.\n\nA miracle versified from an earlier source by Gautier de Coincy, some\nthirty or forty years before the affair of Hugh of Lincoln, is obviously\nof the same ultimate origin as the Prioresses Tale. A poor woman in\nEngland had an only son with a beautiful voice, who did a good deal for\nthe support of his mother by his singing. The Virgin took a particular\ninterest in this cler\u00e7oncel, among whose songs was Gaude Maria, which he\nused to give in a style that moved many to tears. One day, when he was\nplaying in the streets with his comrades, they came to the Jews\u2019 street,\nwhere some entertainment was going on which had collected a great many\npeople, who recognized the boy, and asked him to give them a song about\nOur Lady. He sang with his usual pathos and applause. Jews were\nlistening with the rest, and one of them was so exasperated by a passage\nin the hymn that he would have knocked the singer on the head then and\nthere, had he dared. When the crowd was dispersed, this Jew enticed the\nchild into his house by flattery and promises, struck him dead with an\naxe, and buried him. His mother went in search of him, and learned the\nsecond day that the boy had been singing in the Jewry the day before,\nand it was intimated that the Jews might have laid hands on him and\nkilled him. The woman gave the Virgin to understand that if she lost her\nchild she should never more have confidence in her power; nevertheless,\nmore than twenty days passed before any light was thrown on his\ndisappearance. At the end of that time, being one day in the Jews\u2019\nstreet, and her wild exclamations having collected a couple of thousand\npeople, she gave vent to her conviction that the Jews had killed her\nson. Then the Virgin made the child, dead and buried as he was, sing out\nGaude Maria in a loud and clear voice. An assault was made on the Jews\nand the Jews\u2019 houses, including that of the murderer; and here, after\nmuch searching, guided by the singing, they found the boy buried under\nthe door, perfectly well, and his face as red as a fresh cherry. The boy\nrelated how he had been decoyed into the house and struck with an axe;\nthe Virgin had come to him in what seemed a sleep, and told him that he\nwas remiss in not singing her response as he had been wont, upon which\nhe began to sing. Bells were rung, the Virgin was glorified, some Jews\nwere converted, the rest massacred. (G. de Coincy, ed. Poquet, col. 557\nff; Chaucer Society, Originals and Analogues, p. 253 ff.) The same\nmiracle, with considerable variations, occurs in Mariu Saga, ed. Unger,\np. 203, No 62, \u2018Af klerk ok gy\u00f0ingum;\u2019 also in Collin de Plancy,\nL\u00e9gendes des Saintes Images, p. 218, \u2018L\u2019Enfant de Ch\u0153ur de Notre-Dame du\nPuy,\u2019 under the date 1325.\n\nMurders like that of Hugh of Lincoln have been imputed to the Jews for\nat least seven hundred and fifty years,[136] and the charge, which there\nis reason to suppose may still from time to time be renewed, has brought\nupon the accused every calamity that the hand of man can inflict,\npillage, confiscation, banishment, torture, and death, and this in huge\nproportions. The process of these murders has often been described as a\nparody of the crucifixion of Jesus. The motive most commonly alleged, in\naddition to the expression of contempt for Christianity, has been the\nobtaining of blood for use in the Paschal rites,\u2014a most unhappily\ndevised slander, in stark contradiction with Jewish precept and\npractice. That no Christian child was ever killed by a Jew, that there\nnever even was so much truth as that (setting aside the object) in a\nsingle case of these particular criminations, is what no Christian or\nJew would undertake to assert; but of these charges in the mass it may\nsafely be said, as it has been said, that they are as credible as the\nmiracles which, in a great number of cases, are asserted to have been\nworked by the reliques of the young saints, and as well substantiated as\nthe absurd sacrilege of stabbing, baking, or boiling the Host,[137] or\nthe enormity of poisoning springs, with which the Jews have equally been\ntaxed.[138] And these pretended child-murders, with their horrible\nconsequences, are only a part of a persecution which, with all\nmoderation, may be rubricated as the most disgraceful chapter in the\nhistory of the human race.[139]\n\nCases in England, besides that of Hugh of Lincoln, are William of\nNorwich, 1137, the Saxon Chronicle, Earle, p. 263, Acta Sanctorum, March\n(25), III, 588; a boy at Gloucester, 1160, Brompton, in Twysden, col.\n1050, Knyghton, col. 2394; Robert of St Edmondsbury, 1181, Gervasius\nDorobornensis, Twysden, col. 1458; a boy at Norwich, stolen,\ncircumcised, and kept for crucifixion, 1235, Matthew Paris, Chronica\nMajora, Luard, III, 305 (see also III, 543, 1239, IV, 30, 1240); a boy\nat London, 1244, Matthew Paris, IV, 377 (doubtful, but solemnly buried\nin St. Paul\u2019s); a boy at Northampton, 1279, crucified, but not quite\nkilled, the continuator of Florence of Worcester, Thorpe, II, 222.\n\nIt would be tedious and useless to attempt to make a collection of the\ngreat number of similar instances which have been mentioned by\nchroniclers and ecclesiastical writers; enough come readily to hand\nwithout much research.\n\nA boy was crucified and thrown into the Loire by the Jews of Blois in\n1171: Sigiberti Gemblacensis Chronica, auctarium Roberti de Monte, in\nPertz, Mon. Germ. Hist. Script., VI, 520, Gr\u00e4tz, Geschichte der Juden,\nVI, 217\u201319. Philip Augustus had heard in his early years from playmates\nthat the Jews sacrificed a Christian annually (and, according to some,\npartook of his heart), and this is represented as having been his reason\nfor expelling the Jews from France. Richard of Pontoise was one of these\nvictims, in 1179: Rigordus, Gesta Philippi Augusti, p. 14 f., \u00a7 6, and\nGuillelmus Armoricus, p. 179, \u00a7 17, in the edition of 1882; Acta\nSanctorum, March (25), III, 591. France had such a martyr as late as\n1670: see the case of Rapha\u00ebl L\u00e9vy in Eisenmenger, Entdecktes Judenthum,\n2^r Theil, 224; Drumont, La France Juive, II, 402\u201309.\n\nAlfonso the Wise has recorded in the Siete Partidas, 1255, that he had\nheard that the Jews were wont to crucify on Good Friday children that\nthey had stolen (or waxen images, when children were not to be had),\nPartida VII, Tit. XXIV, Ley ii^a, III, 670, ed. 1807, and this was one\nof the most effective grounds offered in justification of the expulsion\nof the Jews under Ferdinand and Isabella: Amador de los Rios, Historia\nde los Jud\u00edos de Espa\u00f1a, I, 483 f. San Dominguito de Val, a choir-boy of\nseven, Chaucer\u2019s clergeon over again, was said to have been stolen and\ncrucified at Saragossa in 1250: Basnage, Histoire des Juifs, 1726, vol.\nix, 2d part, pp. 484\u201386; Acta SS., Aug. (31), VI, 777. Several children\nwere crucified at Valladolid in 1452, and like outrages occurred near\nZamora in 1454, and at Sepulveda in 1468: Gr\u00e4tz, VIII, 238. Juan\nPassamonte, \u201cel ni\u00f1o de Guardia,\u201d was kidnapped in 1489, and crucified\nin 1490: Llorente (Pellier), Histoire de l\u2019Inquisition, ed. 1818, I, 258\nf.\n\nSwitzerland affords several stories of the sort: a boy at Frisingen in\n1287, Ulrich, Sammlung j\u00fcdischer Geschichten, p. 149; Rudolf of Bern,\n1288 or 1294, Ulrich, pp. 143\u201349, Acta Sanctorum, April (17), II, 504,\nStobbe, Die Juden in Deutschland, p. 283; a boy at Z\u00fcrich, 1349, another\nat Diessenhofen, 1401, Ulrich, pp. 82, 248 f.\n\nExamples are particularly numerous in Germany. 1181, Vienna, Zunz, p.\n25; 1198, Nuremberg, Stobbe, p. 281; about 1200, Erfurt, Zunz, p. 26;\n1220, St Henry, Weissenburg, Acta SS., April, II, 505 (but 1260,\nSch\u0153pflin, Alsatia Illustrata, II, 394 f.); 1235\u20136, Fulda, Gr\u00e4tz,\nGeschichte der Juden, VII, 109, 460; 1261, Magdeburg, Stobbe, p. 282;\n1283, Mayence, Gr\u00e4tz, VII, 199; 1285, Munich, Gr\u00e4tz, VII, 200, Aretin,\nGeschichte der Juden in Baiern, p. 18; 1286, Oberwesel, near Bacharach,\nWerner (boy or man), Gr\u00e4tz, VII, 201, 479, Stobbe, p. 282, Acta\nSanctorum, April (19), II, 697; 1292, Colmar, Stobbe, p. 283; 1293,\nKrems, _ib._; 1302, Remken, _ib._; 1303, Conrad, at Weissensee, _ib._;\n1345, Henry, at Munich, Acta SS., May (27), VI, 657; 1422, Augsburg, or\n1429, Ravensburg, Ulrich, p. 88 ff; 1454, Breslau, Gr\u00e4tz, VIII, 205;\n1462, Andrew, in Tyrol, Acta SS., July (12), III, 462; 1474 and 1476,\nRatisbon, Zeitschrift f\u00fcr die historische Theologie (Train, Geschichte\nder Juden in Regensburg), 1837, Heft 3, p. 98 ff., 104 ff., and\n(Saalsch\u00fctz), 1841, Heft 4, p. 140 ff., Gr\u00e4tz, VIII, 279 ff.; 1475,\nSimon of Trent, Muratori, Rer. Ital. Script., XX, 945\u201349 (Annals of\nPlacentia), Liliencron, Historische V. l. der Deutschen, II, 13, No 128,\nGr\u00e4tz, VIII, 269 ff., Acta SS., March (24), III, 494, La Civilt\u00e0\nCattolica, 1881 and 1882;[140] a little before 1478, Baden, Train, as\nabove, p. 117; 1540, Zappenfeld, near Neuburg (nothing \u201cproved\u201d),\nAretin, p. 44 f.; 1562, Andrew, Tyrol, Acta SS., July (12), III, 462,\nwith a picture,[141] p. 464; 1650, Caden (and others in Styria,\nCarinthia, and Carniola), Eisenmenger, Entdecktes Judenthum, 1711, 2^r\nTheil, p. 223; near Sigeberg, in the diocese of Cologne, Joanettus, Acta\nSS., March, III, 502, with no year.\n\nItaly appears to be somewhat behind the rest of Europe. The Fortalicium\nFidei reports a case at Pavia some time before 1456, and another at\nSavona of about 1452: Basel ed. (c. 1475), fol. 116 f. 1480, Venice,\nBeato Sebastiano da Porto Buffol\u00e8 del Bergamasco, Civilt\u00e0 Cattolica, X,\n737. Israel, one of the culprits of Trent, revealed his knowledge of\nsimilar transactions at Padova, Mestre, Serravalle and Bormio, in the\ncourse of his own life, besides several in Germany: Civ. Catt., X, 737.\n\nFurther, 1305, Prague, Eisenmenger, p. 221; 1407, Cracow, \u201cDlugosz,\nHist. Polonic\u00e6, l. x, p. 187;\u201d 1494, Tyrnau, Ungerische Chronica, 1581,\np. 375; 1505, Budweis, Stobbe, p. 292; 1509, B\u00f6sing, Hungary,\nEisenmenger, p. 222; 1569, Constantinople, Fickler, Theologia Juridica,\n1575, p. 505 (cited by Michel); 1598, Albertus, in Polonia, Acta SS.,\nApril (circa 20), II, 835.\n\nTrain, as above, p. 98, note, adds, with authorities, Pforzheim,\nUeberlingen, Sw\u00e4bisch-Hall, Friuli, Halle, Eichst\u00e4dt, Berlin. See also\nActa SS., April, III, 838 (De pluribus innocentibus per Jud\u00e6os\nexcruciatis), March, III, 589, and April, II, 505; and Drumont, La\nFrance Juive, II, 392 f.\n\nThe charge against the Jews of murdering children for their blood is by\nno means as yet a thing of the past. The accusation has been not\ninfrequently made in Russia during the present century. Although the\nentertaining of such an inculpation was forbidden by an imperial ukase\nin 1817, a criminal process on this ground, involving forty-three\npersons, was instituted in 1823, and was brought to a close only in\n1835, when the defendants were acquitted on account of the entire\nfailure of proof: Stobbe, p. 186. The murder of a child of six in\nNeuhoven, in the district of D\u00fcsseldorf, in 1834, occasioned the\ndemolition of two Jewish houses and a synagogue: Illgen, in Zeitschrift\nf\u00fcr die historische Theologie, 1837, Heft 3, 40, note. In February,\n1840, a Greek boy of ten disappeared in Rhodes. The Jews were believed\nto have killed him for his blood. Torture was freely used to extort\nconfessions. The case was removed to Constantinople, and in July, upon\nthe report of the supreme court, the Divan pronounced the innocence of\nthe defendants: Illgen, Z. f. d. Hist. Theol., 1841, Heft 4, p. 172,\nnote, Hume, Sir Hugh of Lincoln, p. 30.[142] In 1881, the Jews were in\nsuspicion on account of a boy at Alexandria, and of a girl at Calarasi,\nWallachia: Civilt\u00e0 Cattolica, VIII, 225, 737. The Moniteur de Rome, June\n15, 1883, affords several more of these too familiar tales. A Greek\nchild was stolen at Smyrna, a few years before the date last mentioned,\ntowards the time of the Passover, and its body found four days after,\npunctured with pins in a thousand places. The mother, like Beatrice in\n1255, denounced the Jews as the culprits; the Christian population rose\nin a mass, rushed to the Jews\u2019 quarter, and massacred more than six\nhundred. An affair of the same nature took place at Balata, the Ghetto\nof Constantinople, in 1842, of which the consequences to the Jews are\nnot mentioned; and again at Galata, \u201cwhere the Jews escaped by bribing\nthe Turkish police to suppress testimony\u201d (Drumont, II, 412). A young\ngirl disappeared at Tisza-Eszl\u00e1r, in Hungary, in April, 1882, and the\nJews were suspected of having made away with her. The preliminary\njudicial inquiry was marked by the intimidation and torture of several\npersons examined for evidence. Fifteen who were held for trial were\nabsolutely acquitted in August, 1883, after more than a year of\nimprisonment. The shops of Jews in Budapest were plundered by Christians\ndisappointed in the verdict! (Der Blut-Prozess von Tisza-Eszl\u00e1r, New\nYork, 1883.)\n\n\n#B# is translated by Herder, I, 120; by Bodmer, I, 59; in Seckendorf\u2019s\nMusenalmanach f\u00fcr das Jahr 1808, p. 5; by Doering, p. 163; by Von\nMar\u00e9es, p. 48. Allingham\u2019s ballad by Knortz, Lieder u. Romanzen\nAlt-Englands, p. 118.\n\n\n A\n\n Jamieson\u2019s Popular Ballads, I, 151, as taken down by the editor from\n Mrs Brown\u2019s recitation.\n\n 1\n Four and twenty bonny boys\n Were playing at the ba,\n And by it came him sweet Sir Hugh,\n And he playd oer them a\u2019.\n\n 2\n He kickd the ba with his right foot,\n And catchd it wi his knee,\n And throuch-and-thro the Jew\u2019s window\n He gard the bonny ba flee.\n\n 3\n He\u2019s doen him to the Jew\u2019s castell,\n And walkd it round about;\n And there he saw the Jew\u2019s daughter,\n At the window looking out.\n\n 4\n \u2018Throw down the ba, ye Jew\u2019s daughter,\n Throw down the ba to me!\u2019\n \u2018Never a bit,\u2019 says the Jew\u2019s daughter,\n \u2018Till up to me come ye.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018How will I come up? How can I come up?\n How can I come to thee?\n For as ye did to my auld father,\n The same ye\u2019ll do to me.\u2019\n\n 6\n She\u2019s gane till her father\u2019s garden,\n And pu\u2019d an apple red and green;\n \u2019Twas a\u2019to wyle him sweet Sir Hugh,\n And to entice him in.\n\n 7\n She\u2019s led him in through ae dark door,\n And sae has she thro nine;\n She\u2019s laid him on a dressing-table,\n And stickit him like a swine.\n\n 8\n And first came out the thick, thick blood,\n And syne came out the thin,\n And syne came out the bonny heart\u2019s blood;\n There was nae mair within.\n\n 9\n She\u2019s rowd him in a cake o lead,\n Bade him lie still and sleep;\n She\u2019s thrown him in Our Lady\u2019s draw-well,\n Was fifty fathom deep.\n\n 10\n When bells were rung, and mass was sung,\n And a\u2019the bairns came hame,\n When every lady gat hame her son,\n The Lady Maisry gat nane.\n\n 11\n She\u2019s taen her mantle her about,\n Her coffer by the hand,\n And she\u2019s gane out to seek her son,\n And wanderd oer the land.\n\n 12\n She\u2019s doen her to the Jew\u2019s castell,\n Where a\u2019were fast asleep:\n \u2018Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,\n I pray you to me speak.\u2019\n\n 13\n She\u2019s doen her to the Jew\u2019s garden,\n Thought he had been gathering fruit:\n \u2018Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,\n I pray you to me speak.\u2019\n\n 14\n She neard Our Lady\u2019s deep draw-well,\n Was fifty fathom deep:\n \u2018Whareer ye be, my sweet Sir Hugh,\n I pray you to me speak.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear,\n Prepare my winding sheet,\n And at the back o merry Lincoln\n The morn I will you meet.\u2019\n\n 16\n Now Lady Maisry is gane hame,\n Made him a winding sheet,\n And at the back o merry Lincoln\n The dead corpse did her meet.\n\n 17\n And a\u2019the bells o merry Lincoln\n Without men\u2019s hands were rung,\n And a\u2019the books o merry Lincoln\n Were read without man\u2019s tongue,\n And neer was such a burial\n Sin Adam\u2019s days begun.\n\n\n B\n\n Percy\u2019s Reliques, I, 32, 1765; from a manuscript copy sent from\n Scotland.\n\n 1\n The rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune,\n Sae dois it doune the Pa;\n Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune,\n Whan they play at the ba.\n\n 2\n Than out and cam the Jewis dochter,\n Said, Will ye cum in and dine?\n \u2018I winnae cum in, I cannae cum in,\n Without my play-feres nine.\u2019\n\n 3\n Scho powd an apple reid and white,\n To intice the yong thing in:\n Scho powd an apple white and reid,\n And that the sweit bairne did win.\n\n 4\n And scho has taine out a little pen-knife,\n And low down by her gair;\n Scho has twin\u2019d the yong thing and his life,\n A word he nevir spak mair.\n\n 5\n And out and cam the thick, thick bluid,\n And out and cam the thin,\n And out and cam the bonny herts bluid;\n Thair was nae life left in.\n\n 6\n Scho laid him on a dressing-borde,\n And drest him like a swine,\n And laughing said, Gae nou and pley\n With your sweit play-feres nine.\n\n 7\n Scho rowd him in a cake of lead,\n Bade him lie stil and sleip;\n Scho cast him in a deip draw-well,\n Was fifty fadom deip.\n\n 8\n Whan bells wer rung, and mass was sung,\n And every lady went hame,\n Than ilka lady had her yong sonne,\n Bot Lady Helen had nane.\n\n 9\n Scho rowd hir mantil hir about,\n And sair, sair gan she weip,\n And she ran into the Jewis castel,\n Whan they wer all asleip.\n\n 10\n \u2018My bonny Sir Hew, my pretty Sir Hew,\n I pray thee to me speik:\u2019\n \u2018O lady, rinn to the deip draw-well,\n Gin ye your sonne wad seik.\u2019\n\n 11\n Lady Helen ran to the deip draw-well,\n And knelt upon her kne:\n \u2018My bonny Sir Hew, an ye be here,\n I pray thee speik to me.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018The lead is wondrous heavy, mither,\n The well is wondrous deip;\n A keen pen-knife sticks in my hert,\n A word I dounae speik.\n\n 13\n \u2018Gae hame, gae hame, my mither deir,\n Fetch me my windling sheet,\n And at the back o Mirry-land toun,\n It\u2019s thair we twa sall meet.\u2019\n\n\n C\n\n Percy papers; communicated to Percy by Paton, in 1768 or 69, and\n derived from a friend of Paton\u2019s.\n\n 1\n Four and twenty bonny boys\n War playing at the ba;\n Then up and started sweet Sir Hew,\n The flower amang them a\u2019.\n\n 2\n He hit the ba a kick wi\u2019s fit,\n And kept it wi his knee,\n That up into the Jew\u2019s window\n He gart the bonny ba flee.\n\n 3\n \u2018Cast doun the ba to me, fair maid,\n Cast doun the ba to me;\u2019\n \u2018O neer a bit o the ba ye get\n Till ye cum up to me.\n\n 4\n \u2018Cum up, sweet Hew, cum up, dear Hew,\n Cum up and get the ba;\u2019\n \u2018I canna cum, I darna cum,\n Without my play-feres twa.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018Cum up, sweet Hew, cum up, dear Hew,\n Cum up and play wi me;\u2019\n \u2018I canna cum, I darna cum,\n Without my play-feres three.\u2019\n\n 6\n She\u2019s gane into the Jew\u2019s garden,\n Where the grass grew lang and green;\n She powd an apple red and white,\n To wyle the young thing in.\n\n 7\n She wyl\u2019d him into ae chamber,\n She wyl\u2019d him into twa,\n She wyl\u2019d him to her ain chamber,\n The fairest o them a\u2019.\n\n 8\n She laid him on a dressing-board,\n Where she did sometimes dine;\n She put a penknife in his heart,\n And dressed him like a swine.\n\n 9\n Then out and cam the thick, thick blude,\n Then out and cam the thin;\n Then out and cam the bonny heart\u2019s blude,\n Where a\u2019the life lay in.\n\n 10\n She rowd him in a cake of lead,\n Bad him lie still and sleep;\n She cast him in the Jew\u2019s draw-well,\n Was fifty fadom deep.\n\n 11\n She\u2019s tane her mantle about her head,\n Her pike-staff in her hand,\n And prayed Heaven to be her guide\n Unto some uncouth land.\n\n 12\n His mither she cam to the Jew\u2019s castle,\n And there ran thryse about:\n \u2018O sweet Sir Hew, gif ye be here,\n I pray ye to me speak.\u2019\n\n 13\n She cam into the Jew\u2019s garden,\n And there ran thryse about:\n \u2018O sweet Sir Hew, gif ye be here,\n I pray ye to me speak.\u2019\n\n 14\n She cam unto the Jew\u2019s draw-well,\n And there ran thryse about:\n \u2018O sweet Sir Hew, gif ye be here,\n I pray ye to me speak.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018How can I speak, how dare I speak,\n How can I speak to thee?\n The Jew\u2019s penknife sticks in my heart,\n I canna speak to thee.\n\n 16\n \u2018Gang hame, gang hame, O mither dear,\n And shape my winding sheet,\n And at the birks of Mirryland town\n There you and I shall meet.\u2019\n\n 17\n Whan bells war rung, and mass was sung,\n And a\u2019men bound for bed,\n Every mither had her son,\n But sweet Sir Hew was dead.\n\n\n D\n\n Herd\u2019s MS., I, 213; stanzas 7\u201310, II, 219.\n\n 1\n A\u2019the boys of merry Linkim\n War playing at the ba,\n An up it stands him sweet Sir Hugh,\n The flower amang them a\u2019.\n\n 2\n He keppit the ba than wi his foot,\n And catchd it wi his knee,\n And even in at the Jew\u2019s window\n He gart the bonny ba flee.\n\n 3\n \u2018Cast out the ba to me, fair maid,\n Cast out the ba to me!\u2019\n \u2018Ah never a bit of it,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Till ye come up to me.\n\n 4\n \u2018Come up, sweet Hugh, come up, dear Hugh,\n Come up and get the ba\u2019!\u2019\n \u2018I winna come up, I mayna come [up],\n Without my bonny boys a\u2019.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018Come up, sweet Hugh, come up, dear Hugh,\n Come up and speak to me!\u2019\n \u2018I mayna come up, I winna come up,\n Without my bonny boys three.\u2019\n\n 6\n She\u2019s taen her to the Jew\u2019s garden,\n Where the grass grew lang and green,\n She\u2019s pu\u2019d an apple reid and white,\n To wyle the bonny boy in.\n\n 7\n She\u2019s wyl\u2019d him in thro ae chamber,\n She\u2019s wyl\u2019d him in thro twa,\n She\u2019s wyl\u2019d him till her ain chamber,\n The flower out owr them a\u2019.\n\n 8\n She\u2019s laid him on a dressin-board,\n Whare she did often dine;\n She stack a penknife to his heart,\n And dressd him like a swine.\n\n 9\n She rowd him in a cake of lead,\n Bade him lie still and sleep;\n She threw him i the Jew\u2019s draw-well,\n \u2019Twas fifty fathom deep.\n\n 10\n Whan bells was rung, and mass was sung,\n An a\u2019 man bound to bed,\n Every lady got hame her son,\n But sweet Sir Hugh was dead.\n\n\n E\n\n Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. 51, as taken down from the recitation of\n a lady.\n\n 1\n Yesterday was brave Hallowday,\n And, above all days of the year,\n The schoolboys all got leave to play,\n And little Sir Hugh was there.\n\n 2\n He kicked the ball with his foot,\n And kepped it with his knee,\n And even in at the Jew\u2019s window\n He gart the bonnie ba flee.\n\n 3\n Out then came the Jew\u2019s daughter:\n \u2018Will ye come in and dine?\u2019\n \u2018I winna come in, and I canna come in,\n Till I get that ball of mine.\n\n 4\n \u2018Throw down that ball to me, maiden,\n Throw down the ball to me!\u2019\n \u2018I winna throw down your ball, Sir Hugh,\n Till ye come up to me.\u2019\n\n 5\n She pu\u2019d the apple frae the tree,\n It was baith red and green;\n She gave it unto little Sir Hugh,\n With that his heart did win.\n\n 6\n She wiled him into ae chamber,\n She wiled him into twa,\n She wiled him into the third chamber,\n And that was warst o\u2019t a\u2019.\n\n 7\n She took out a little penknife,\n Hung low down by her spare,\n She twined this young thing o his life,\n And a word he neer spak mair.\n\n 8\n And first came out the thick, thick blood,\n And syne came out the thin,\n And syne came out the bonnie heart\u2019s blood,\n There was nae mair within.\n\n 9\n She laid him on a dressing-table,\n She dressd him like a swine;\n Says, Lie ye there, my bonnie Sir Hugh,\n Wi yere apples red and green!\n\n 10\n She put him in a case of lead,\n Says, Lie ye there and sleep!\n She threw him into the deep draw-well,\n Was fifty fathom deep.\n\n 11\n A schoolboy walking in the garden\n Did grievously hear him moan;\n He ran away to the deep draw-well,\n And fell down on his knee.\n\n 12\n Says, Bonnie Sir Hugh, and pretty Sir Hugh,\n I pray you speak to me!\n If you speak to any body in this world,\n I pray you speak to me.\n\n 13\n When bells were rung, and mass was sung,\n And every body went hame,\n Then every lady had her son,\n But Lady Helen had nane.\n\n 14\n She rolled her mantle her about,\n And sore, sore did she weep;\n She ran away to the Jew\u2019s castle,\n When all were fast asleep.\n\n 15\n She cries, Bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh,\n I pray you speak to me!\n If you speak to any body in this world,\n I pray you speak to me.\n\n 16\n \u2018Lady Helen, if ye want your son,\n I\u2019ll tell ye where to seek;\n Lady Helen, if ye want your son,\n He\u2019s in the well sae deep.\u2019\n\n 17\n She ran away to the deep draw-well,\n And she fell down on her knee,\n Saying, Bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh,\n I pray ye speak to me!\n If ye speak to any body in the world,\n I pray ye speak to me.\n\n 18\n \u2018Oh the lead it is wondrous heavy, mother,\n The well it is wondrous deep;\n The little penknife sticks in my throat,\n And I downa to ye speak.\n\n 19\n \u2018But lift me out o this deep draw-well,\n And bury me in yon churchyard;\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 20\n \u2018Put a Bible at my head,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018And a Testament at my feet,\n And pen and ink at every side,\n And I\u2019ll lie still and sleep.\n\n 21\n \u2018And go to the back of Maitland town,\n Bring me my winding sheet;\n For it\u2019s at the back of Maitland town\n That you and I shall meet.\u2019\n\n 22\n O the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,\n The broom that makes full sore,\n A woman\u2019s mercy is very little,\n But a man\u2019s mercy is more.\n\n\n F\n\n Hume\u2019s Sir Hugh of Lincoln, p. 35, obtained from recitation in\n Ireland.\n\n 1\n \u2019Twas on a summer\u2019s morning\n Some scholars were playing at ball,\n When out came the Jew\u2019s daughter\n And leand her back against the wall.\n\n 2\n She said unto the fairest boy,\n Come here to me, Sir Hugh;\n \u2018No! I will not,\u2019 said he,\n \u2018Without my playfellows too.\u2019\n\n 3\n She took an apple out of her pocket,\n And trundled it along the plain,\n And who was readiest to lift it\n Was little Sir Hugh again.\n\n 4\n She took him by the milk-white han,\n An led him through many a hall,\n Until they came to one stone chamber,\n Where no man might hear his call.\n\n 5\n She set him in a goolden chair,\n And jaggd him with a pin,\n And called for a goolden cup\n To houl his heart\u2019s blood in.\n\n 6\n She tuk him by the yellow hair,\n An also by the feet,\n An she threw him in the deep draw-well;\n It was fifty fadom deep.\n\n 7\n Day bein over, the night came on,\n And the scholars all went home;\n Then every mother had her son,\n But little Sir Hugh\u2019s had none.\n\n 8\n She put her mantle about her head,\n Tuk a little rod in her han,\n An she says, Sir Hugh, if I fin you here,\n I will bate you for stayin so long.\n\n 9\n First she went to the Jew\u2019s door,\n But they were fast asleep;\n An then she went to the deep draw-well,\n That was fifty fadom deep.\n\n 10\n She says, Sir Hugh, if you be here,\n As I suppose you be,\n If ever the dead or quick arose,\n Arise and spake to me.\n\n 11\n \u2018Yes, mother dear, I am here,\n I know I have staid very long;\n But a little penknife was stuck in my heart,\n Till the stream ran down full strong.\n\n 12\n \u2018And mother dear, when you go home,\n Tell my playfellows all\n That I lost my life by leaving them,\n When playing that game of ball.\n\n 13\n \u2018And ere another day is gone,\n My winding-sheet prepare,\n And bury me in the green churchyard,\n Where the flowers are bloomin fair.\n\n 14\n \u2018Lay my Bible at my head,\n My Testament at my feet;\n The earth and worms shall be my bed,\n Till Christ and I shall meet.\u2019\n\n\n G\n\n #a.# Written down by Mrs Dulany, January 14, 1885, from the\n recitation of her mother, Mrs Nourse, aged above ninety, as learned\n when a child, in Philadelphia. #b.# From the same source, furnished\n several years earlier by Miss Perine, of Baltimore.\n\n 1\n It rains, it rains in old Scotland,\n And down the rain does fa,\n And all the boys in our town\n Are out a playing at ba.\n\n 2\n \u2018You toss your balls too high, my boys,\n You toss your balls too low;\n You\u2019ll toss them into the Jew\u2019s garden,\n Wherein you darst not go.\u2019\n\n 3\n Then out came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\n All dressed in red and green:\n \u2018Come in, come in, my pretty little boy,\n And get your ball again.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018I winna come in, and I canna come in,\n Without my playmates all,\n And without the will of my mother dear,\n Which would cause my heart\u2019s blood to fall.\u2019\n\n 5\n She shewed him an apple as green as grass,\n She shewed him a gay gold ring,\n She shewed him a cherry as red as blood,\n Which enticed the little boy in.\n\n 6\n She took him by the lily-white hand,\n And led him into the hall,\n And laid him on a dresser-board,\n And that was the worst of all.\n\n 7\n She laid the Bible at his head,\n The Prayer-Book at his feet,\n And with a penknife small\n She stuck him like a sheep.\n\n 8\n Six pretty maids took him by the head,\n And six took him by the feet,\n And threw him into a deep draw-well,\n That was eighteen fathoms deep.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 9\n \u2018The lead is wondrous heavy, mother,\n The well is wondrous deep,\n A keen pen-knife sticks in my heart,\n And nae word more can I speak.\u2019\n\n\n H\n\n Communicated by Miss Perine, of Baltimore, Maryland, as sung by her\n mother about 1825.\n\n 1\n It rains, it rains in fair Scotland,\n It rains both great and small\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 2\n He tossed the hall so high, so low,\n He tossed the ball so low,\n He tossed it over the Jew\u2019s garden-wall,\n Where no one dared to go.\n\n 3\n Out came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\n All dressed in apple-green;\n Said she, My dear little boy, come in,\n And pick up your ball again.\n\n 4\n \u2018I dare not come, I will not come,\n I dare not come at all;\n For if I should, I know you would\n Cause my blood to fall.\u2019\n\n 5\n She took him by the lily-white hand,\n And led him thro the kitchen;\n And there he saw his own dear maid\n A roasting of a chicken.\n\n 6\n She put him in a little chair,\n And pinned him with a pin,\n And then she called for a wash-basin,\n To spill his life blood in.\n\n 7\n \u2018O put the Bible at my head,\n And the Testament at my feet,\n And when my mother calls for me,\n You may tell her I\u2019m gone to sleep.\u2019\n\n\n I\n\n Sir E. Brydges, Restituta, I, 381, \u201cobtained some years since\u201d\n (1814) from the recitation of an aged lady.\n\n 1\n It rains, it rains in merry Scotland,\n It rains both great and small,\n And all the children in merry Scotland\n Are playing at the ball.\n\n 2\n They toss the ball so high, so high,\n They toss the ball so low,\n They toss the ball in the Jew\u2019s garden,\n Where the Jews are sitting a row.\n\n 3\n Then up came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\n Cloathed all in green:\n \u2018Come hither, come hither, my pretty Sir Hugh,\n And fetch thy ball again.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018I durst not come, I durst not go,\n Without my play-fellowes all;\n For if my mother should chance to know,\n She\u2019d cause my blood to fall.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 5\n She laid him upon the dresser-board,\n And stuck him like a sheep;\n She laid the Bible at his head,\n The Testament at his feet,\n The Catechise-Book in his own heart\u2019s blood,\n With a penknife stuck so deep.\n\n * * * * *\n\n\n J\n\n #a.# Notes and Queries, First Series, XII, 496, B. H. C., from the\n manuscript of an old lacemaker in Northamptonshire. #b.# N. and Q.,\n First Series, VIII, 614, B. H. C., from memory, stanzas 1\u20136.\n\n 1\n It rains, it rains in merry Scotland,\n Both little, great and small,\n And all the schoolfellows in merry Scotland\n Must needs go play at ball.\n\n 2\n They tossd the ball so high, so high,\n With that it came down so low;\n They tossd it over the old Jew\u2019s gates,\n And broke the old Jew\u2019s window.\n\n 3\n The old Jew\u2019s daughter she came out,\n Was clothed all in green:\n \u2018Come hither, come hither, you young Sir Hugh,\n And fetch your ball again.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018I dare not come, nor I will not come,\n Without my schoolfellows come all;\n For I shall be beaten when I go home\n For losing of my ball.\u2019\n\n 5\n She \u2018ticed him with an apple so red,\n And likewise with a fig;\n She threw him over the dresser-board,\n And sticked him like a pig.\n\n 6\n The first came out the thickest of blood,\n The second came out so thin,\n The third came out the child\u2019s heart-blood,\n Where all his life lay in.\n\n 7\n \u2018O spare my life! O spare my life!\n O spare my life!\u2019 said he;\n \u2018If ever I live to be a young man,\n I\u2019ll do as good chare for thee.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018I\u2019ll do as good chare for thy true love\n As ever I did for the king;\n I will scour a basin as bright as silver\n To let your heart-blood run in.\u2019\n\n 9\n When eleven o\u2019clock was past and gone,\n And all the school-fellows came home,\n Every mother had her own child\n But young Sir Hugh\u2019s mother had none.\n\n 10\n She went up Lincoln and down Lincoln,\n And all about Lincoln street,\n With her small wand in her right hand,\n Thinking of her child to meet.\n\n 11\n She went till she came to the old Jew\u2019s gate,\n She knocked with the ring;\n Who should be so ready as the old Jew herself\n To rise and let her in!\n\n 12\n \u2018What news, fair maid? what news, fair maid?\n What news have you brought to me?\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 13\n \u2018Have you seen any of my child today,\n Or any of the rest of my kin?\u2019\n \u2018No, I\u2019ve seen none of your child today,\n Nor none of the rest of your kin.\u2019\n\n\n K\n\n Notes and Queries, First Series, IX, 320; taken down by S. P. Q.\n from the recitation of a nurse-maid in Shropshire about 1810.\n Salopian Shreds and Patches, July 21, 1875, in Miss Burne\u2019s\n Shropshire Folk-Lore, p. 539.\n\n 1\n It hails, it rains, in Merry-Cock land,\n It hails, it rains, both great and small,\n And all the little children in Merry-Cock land\n They have need to play at ball.\n\n 2\n They tossd the ball so high,\n They tossd the ball so low,\n Amongst all the Jews\u2019 cattle,\n And amongst the Jews below.\n\n 3\n Out came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\n Dressed all in green:\n \u2018Come, my sweet Saluter,\n And fetch the ball again.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018I durst not come, I must not come,\n Unless all my little playfellows come along;\n For if my mother sees me at the gate,\n She\u2019ll cause my blood to fall.\n\n 5\n \u2018She showd me an apple as green as grass,\n She showd me a gay gold ring;\n She showd me a cherry as red as blood,\n And so she entic\u2019d me in.\n\n 6\n \u2018She took me in the parlor,\n She took me in the kitchen,\n And there I saw my own dear nurse,\n A picking of a chicken.\n\n 7\n \u2018She laid me down to sleep,\n With a Bible at my head and a Testament at my feet;\n And if my playfellows come to quere for me,\n Tell them I am asleep.\u2019\n\n\n L\n\n #a.# Communicated in a letter from the Rev. E. Venables, Precentor\n of Lincoln, as sung to him by a nurse-maid nearly sixty years ago,\n January 24, 1885. A Buckinghamshire version. #b.# A Walk through\n Lincoln Minster, by the Rev. E. Venables, p. 41, 1884.\n\n 1\n It rains, it hails in merry Lincoln,\n It rains both great and small,\n And all the boys and girls today\n Do play at pat the ball.\n\n 2\n They patted the ball so high, so high,\n They patted the ball so low,\n They patted it into the Jew\u2019s garden,\n Where all the Jews do go.\n\n 3\n Then out it spake the Jew\u2019s daughter,\n As she leant over the wall;\n \u2018Come hither, come hither, my pretty play-fellow,\n And I\u2019ll give you your ball.\u2019\n\n 4\n She tempted him [in] with apple so red,\n But that wouldnt tempt him in;\n She tempted him in with sugar so sweet,\n And so she got him in.\n\n 5\n Then she put forth her lilly-white hand,\n And led him through the hall:\n \u2018This way, this way, my pretty play-fellow,\n And you shall have your ball.\u2019\n\n 6\n She led him on through one chamber,\n And so she did through nine,\n Until she came to her own chamber,\n Where she was wont to dine,\n And she laid him on a dressing-board,\n And sticket him like a swine.\n\n 7\n Then out it came the thick, thick blood,\n And out it came the thin,\n And out it came the bonnie heart\u2019s blood,\n There was no more within.\n\n\n M\n\n F. H. Groome, In Gipsy Tents, 1880, p. 145: \u201cfirst heard at\n Shepherd\u2019s Bush, in 1872, from little Amy North.\u201d\n\n 1\n Down in merry, merry Scotland\n It rained both hard and small;\n Two little boys went out one day,\n All for to play with a ball.\n\n 2\n They tossed it up so very, very high,\n They tossed it down so low;\n They tossed it into the Jew\u2019s garden,\n Where the flowers all do blow.\n\n 3\n Out came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\n Dress\u00ebd in green all:\n \u2018If you come here, my fair pretty lad,\n You shall have your ball.\u2019\n\n 4\n She showed him an apple as green as grass;\n The next thing was a fig;\n The next thing a cherry as red as blood,\n And that would \u2018tice him in.\n\n 5\n She set him on a golden chair,\n And gave him sugar sweet;\n Laid him on some golden chest of drawers,\n Stabbed him like a sheep.\n\n 6\n \u2018Seven foot Bible\n At my head and my feet;\n If my mother pass by me,\n Pray tell her I\u2019m asleep.\u2019\n\n\n N\n\n Newell\u2019s Games and Songs of American Children, p. 75, as sung by a\n little girl in New York: derived, through her mother, from a\n grandmother born in Ireland.\n\n 1\n It was on a May, on a midsummer\u2019s day,\n When it rained, it did rain small;\n And little Harry Hughes and his playfellows all\n Went out to play the ball.\n\n 2\n He knocked it up, and he knocked it down,\n He knocked it oer and oer;\n The very first kick little Harry gave the ball,\n He broke the duke\u2019s windows all.\n\n 3\n She came down, the youngest duke\u2019s daughter,\n She was dressed in green:\n \u2018Come back, come back, my pretty little boy,\n And play the ball again.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018I wont come back, and I daren\u2019t come back,\n Without my playfellows all;\n And if my mother she should come in,\n She\u2019d make it the bloody ball.\u2019\n\n 5\n She took an apple out of her pocket,\n And rolled it along the plain;\n Little Harry Hughes picked up the apple,\n And sorely rued the day.\n\n 6\n She takes him by the lily-white hand,\n And leads him from hall to hall,\n Until she came to a little dark room,\n That no one could hear him call.\n\n 7\n She sat herself on a golden chair,\n Him on another close by,\n And there\u2019s where she pulled out her little penknife,\n That was both sharp and fine.\n\n 8\n Little Harry Hughes had to pray for his soul,\n For his days were at an end;\n She stuck her penknife in little Harry\u2019s heart,\n And first the blood came very thick, and then came very thin.\n\n 9\n She rolled him in a quire of tin,\n That was in so many a fold;\n She rolled him from that to a little draw-well,\n That was fifty fathoms deep.\n\n 10\n \u2018Lie there, lie there, little Harry,\u2019 she cried,\n \u2018And God forbid you to swim,\n If you be a disgrace to me,\n Or to any of my friends.\u2019\n\n 11\n The day passed by, and the night came on,\n And every scholar was home,\n And every mother had her own child,\n But poor Harry\u2019s mother had none.\n\n 12\n She walked up and down the street,\n With a little sally rod in her hand,\n And God directed her to the little draw-well,\n That was fifty fathoms deep.\n\n 13\n \u2018If you be there, little Harry,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And God forbid you to be,\n Speak one word to your own dear mother,\n That is looking all over for thee.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018This I am, dear mother,\u2019 he cried,\n \u2018And lying in great pain,\n With a little penknife lying close to my heart,\n And the duke\u2019s daughter she has me slain.\n\n 15\n \u2018Give my blessing to my schoolfellows all,\n And tell them to be at the church,\n And make my grave both large and deep,\n And my coffin of hazel and green birch.\n\n 16\n \u2018Put my Bible at my head,\n My busker (?) at my feet,\n My little prayer-book at my right side,\n And sound will be my sleep.\u2019\n\n\n O\n\n G. A. Sala, Illustrated London News, October 21, 1882, LXXXI, 415,\n repeated in Living London, 1883, p. 465: heard from a nurse in\n childhood.\n\n 1\n It rains, it rains, in merry Scotland,\n It rains both great and small,\n And all the children in merry Scotland\n Must needs play at ball.\n\n 2\n They toss the ball so high,\n And they toss the ball so low;\n They toss it into the Jew\u2019s garden,\n Where the Jews sate all of a row.\n\n 3\n . . . . . . .\n A-dress\u00ebd all in green:\n \u2018Come in, come in, my pretty lad,\n And you shall have your ball again.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018They set me in a chair of state,\n And gave me sugar sweet;\n They laid me on a dresser-board,\n And stuck me like a sheep.\n\n 5\n \u2018Oh lay a Bible at my head,\n And a Prayer-Book at my feet!\n In the well that they did throw me in,\n Full five-and-fifty feet deep.\u2019\n\n\n P\n\n Halliwell, Ballads and Poems respecting Hugh of Lincoln, p. 37,\n Halliwell\u2019s Popular Rhymes and Nursery Tales, p. 192, ed. 1849:\n communicated by Miss Agnes Strickland, from oral tradition at\n Godalming, Surrey.\n\n 1\n He tossed the ball so high, so high,\n He tossed the ball so low,\n He tossed the ball in the Jew\u2019s garden,\n And the Jews were all below.\n\n 2\n Oh then out came the Jew\u2019s daughter,\n She was dressed all in green:\n \u2018Come hither, come hither, my sweet pretty fellow,\n And fetch your ball again.\u2019\n\n\n Q\n\n Motherwell\u2019s Note-Book, p. 54, as sung by Widow Michael, an old\n woman in Barhead.\n\n 1\n A\u2019 the bairns o Lincolnshire\n Were learning at the school,\n And every Saturday at een\n They learnt their lessons weel.\n\n 2\n The Jew\u2019s dochter sat in her bower-door,\n Sewing at her seam;\n She spied a\u2019the bonnie bairns,\n As they cam out and hame.\n\n\n R\n\n Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, Appendix, p. xvii, VII.\n\n It was in the middle o the midsimmer tyme,\n When the scule weans playd at the ba, ba,\n Out and cam the Jew\u2019s tochter,\n And on little Sir Hew did ca, ca,\n And on little Sir Hew did ca.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#B.#\n\n _Initial_ quh _is changed to_ wh: z, _for_ \u021d, _to_ y.\n\n#C.#\n\n \u201c\u2018The Jew\u2019s Daughter,\u2019 which you say was transmitted to Mr Dodsley\n by a friend of yours, never reached me, and Mr Dodsley says he\n knows nothing of it. I wish you would prevail on your friend to\n try to recollect or recover it, and send me another copy by\n you.\u201d _Percy to Paton, Jan. 12, 1769. The copy in the Percy\n papers is in Paton\u2019s hand._\n\n 1^4. _First written_: The fairest o them a\u2019.\n\n 7^4. _First written_: The flower amang them a\u2019.\n\n#D.#\n\n 10^4. bells were, _in the second copy_.\n\n#E.#\n\n 9^2. a swan.\n\n#F.#\n\n _Hume says, p. 5, that he first heard the ballad in early\n boyhood_; \u201cit was afterwards readily identified with Sir Hugh of\n Lincoln, though the rustic minstrel from whom I received it made\n no allusion to locality.\u201d _One cannot tell whether this copy is\n the ballad heard in early boyhood._\n\n 14^1. \u201c_This and the next verse are transposed._\u201d _Hume._\n\n#G. a.#\n\n 2^4. darest.\n\n#b.#\n\n 1^2. doth fall.\n\n 1^3. When all.\n\n 1^4. Were out a playing ball.\n\n 2^1. We toss the balls so.\n\n 2^2. We toss the balls so.\n\n 2^3. We\u2019ve tossed it.\n\n 2^4. Where no one dares to.\n\n 3^1. out and came the Jew\u2019s daughter.\n\n 3^3. Said, Come.\n\n 4^1. will not come in, I cannot.\n\n 4^2. playfellows.\n\n 4^3. Nor _for_ And.\n\n 4^4. Which will. _After 4_:\n I must not come, I dare not come,\n I cannot come at all,\n For if my mother should call for me,\n I cannot hear her call.\n\n 5^4. To entice this.\n\n _After_ 5 (_compare Miss Perine\u2019s own version_, #H# 6):\n She put him in a little chair,\n She pinned him with a pin,\n And then she called for a wash-basin,\n To spill his heart\u2019s blood in.\n\n 6^3. dressing.\n\n 7^2. And the.\n\n 8 _comes before_ 6.\n\n 8^3. they threw: deep dark well.\n\n 8^4. Was fifty fathoms.\n\n 9 _wanting._\n\n#J.# #a.#\n\n 6^4. Whereer.\n\n#b.#\n\n 1^2. It rains both great.\n\n 2^2. And yet it.\n\n 3^3. thou young.\n\n 4^1. I dare not come, I dare not come.\n\n 4^2. Unless my.\n\n 4^3. And I shall be flogged when I get.\n\n 5^3. She laid him on the.\n\n 6^1. The thickest of blood did first come out.\n\n 6^3. The third that came was his dear heart\u2019s blood.\n\n 6^4. Where all his.\n\n 7\u201313 _wanting._\n\n#K.#\n\n _There are slight changes in the second copy._\n\n 4^2. all _wanting_.\n\n 5^{1,3}. _The first_ as _wanting_.\n\n#L. a.#\n\n \u201cAfter nearly sixty years my memory is not altogether trustworthy,\n and I am not altogether sure how far I have mixed up my childish\n recollections with later forms of the ballad which I have read.\u201d\n\n _The singer tagged on to this fragment version #c# of_ The Maid\n freed from the Gallows, _given at_ II, 352.\n\n#b.#\n\n 1^3. For all.\n\n 3^1. it _wanting_.\n\n 4^1. him in.\n\n 4^4. And wiled the young thing in.\n\n 5. _wanting._\n\n 6^1. him in through one dark door.\n\n 6^2. she has.\n\n 6^{3,4}. _wanting._\n\n 6^5. She\u2019s laid him.\n\n _After_ 7:\n She\u2019s rolled him in a cake of lead,\n Bade him lie still and sleep,\n And thrown him in St Mary\u2019s well,\n \u2019Twas fifty fathoms deep.\n\n When bells were rung, and mass was sung,\n And all the boys came home,\n Then every mother had her own son,\n But Lady Maisy had none.\n\n#N.#\n\n \u201cThe writer was not a little surprised to hear from a group of\n colored children, in the streets of New York city (though in a\n more incoherent form), the following ballad. He traced the song\n to a little girl living in one of the cabins near Central Park,\n from whom he obtained this version.... The mother of the family\n had herself been born in New York, of Irish parentage, but had\n learned from her own mother, and handed down to her children,\n such legends of the past as the ballad we cite.\u201d _Communicated\n to me by Mr. Newell some considerable time before publication._\n\n#O.#\n\n 3. \u201cOne of the Jew\u2019s daughters, \u2018a-dressed all in green,\u2019 issues\n from the garden and says, Come in, etc.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n THE\n ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH\n POPULAR BALLADS\n\n EDITED BY\n FRANCIS JAMES CHILD\n\n PART VI\n\n\n\n\n 156\n\n QUEEN ELEANOR\u2019S CONFESSION\n\n #A. a.# \u2018Queen Eleanor\u2019s Confession,\u2019 a broadside, London, Printed for\n C. Bates, at the Sun and Bible in Gilt-spur-street, near Pye-corner,\n Bagford Ballads, II, No 26, British Museum (1685?). #b.# Another\n broadside, Printed for C. Bates in Pye-corner, Bagford Ballads, I,\n No 33 (1685?). #c.# Another copy, Printed for C. Bates, in\n Pye-corner, reprinted in Utterson\u2019s Little Book of Ballads, p. 22.\n #d.# A Collection of Old Ballads, 1723, I, 18.\n\n #B.# Skene MS., p. 39.\n\n #C.# \u2018Queen Eleanor\u2019s Confession,\u2019 Buchan\u2019s Gleanings, p. 77.\n\n #D.# \u2018The Queen of England,\u2019 Aytoun, Ballads of Scotland, 1859, I,\n 196.\n\n #E.# \u2018Queen Eleanor\u2019s Confession,\u2019 Kinloch\u2019s Ancient Scottish Ballads,\n p. 247.\n\n #F.# \u2018Earl Marshall,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. 1.\n\n\nGiven in Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1765, II, 145, \u201cfrom an old printed copy,\u201d\nwith some changes by the editor, of which the more important are in\nstanzas 2\u20134. #F#, \u201crecovered from recitation\u201d by Motherwell, repeats\nPercy\u2019s changes in 2, 3, 10^4, and there is reason to question whether\nthis and the other recited versions are anything more than traditional\nvariations of printed copies. The ballad seems first to have got into\nprint in the latter part of the seventeenth century, but was no doubt\ncirculating orally some time before that, for it is in the truly popular\ntone. The fact that _two_ friars hear the confession would militate\nagainst a much earlier date. In #E# there might appear to be some\nconsciousness of this irregularity; for the Queen sends for a single\nfriar, and the King says he will be \u201ca prelate old\u201d and sit in a dark\ncorner; but none the less does the King take an active part in the\nshrift.[143]\n\nThere is a Newcastle copy, \u201cPrinted and sold by Robert Marchbank, in the\nCustomhouse-Entry,\u201d among the Douce ballads in the Bodleian Library, 3,\nfol. 80, and in the Roxburghe collection, British Museum, III, 634. This\nis dated in the Museum catalogue 1720?\n\nEleanor of Aquitaine was married to Henry II of England in 1152, a few\nweeks after her divorce from Louis VII of France, she being then about\nthirty and Henry nineteen years of age. \u201cIt is needless to observe,\u201d\nsays Percy, \u201cthat the following ballad is altogether fabulous; whatever\ngallantries Eleanor encouraged in the time of her first husband, none\nare imputed to her in that of her second.\u201d\n\nIn Peele\u2019s play of Edward I, 1593, the story of this ballad is\ntransferred from Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitaine to Edward Longshanks\nand that model of women and wives, Eleanor of Castile, together with\nother slanders which might less ridiculously have been invented of Henry\nII\u2019s Eleanor.[144] Edward\u2019s brother Edmund plays the part of the Earl\nMarshall. The Queen dies; the King bewails his loss in terms of imbecile\naffection, and orders crosses to be reared at all the stages of the\nfuneral convoy. Peele\u2019s Works, ed. Dyce, I, 184 ff.\n\nThere are several sets of tales in which a husband takes a\nshrift-father\u2019s place and hears his wife\u2019s confession. 1. A fabliau \u201cDu\nchevalier qui fist sa fame confesse,\u201d Barbazan et M\u00e9on, III, 229;\nMontaiglon, Recueil G\u00e9n\u00e9ral, I, 178, No 16; Legrand, Fabliaux, etc.,\n1829, IV, 132, with circumstances added by Legrand. 2. Les Cent\nNouvelles Nouvelles, 1432, No 78; Scala Celi, 1480, fol. 49;[145] Mensa\nPhilosophica, cited by Manni, Istoria del Decamerone, p. 476; Doni,\nNovelle, Lucca, 1852, Nov. xiii; Malespini, Ducento Novelle, No 92,\nVenice, 1609, I, 248; Kirchhof, Wendunmuth, No 245, Oesterley, II, 535;\nLa Fontaine, \u201cLe Mari Confesseur,\u201d Contes, I, No 4. 3. Boccaccio, VII,\n5.\n\nIn 1, 2, the husband discovers himself after the confession; in 3 he is\nrecognized by the wife before she begins her shrift, which she frames to\nsuit her purposes. In all these, the wife, on being reproached with the\ninfidelity which she had revealed, tells the husband that she knew all\nthe while that he was the confessor, and gives an ingenious turn to her\napparently compromising disclosures which satisfies him of her\ninnocence. All these tales have the cynical Oriental character, and, to\na healthy taste, are far surpassed by the innocuous humor of the English\nballad.\n\nOesterley, in his notes to Kirchhof, V, 103, cites a number of German\nstory-books in which the tale may, in some form, be found; also Hans\nSachs, 4, 3, 7b.[146] In Bandello, Parte Prima, No 9, a husband, not\ndisguising himself, prevails upon a priest to let him overhear his\nwife\u2019s confession, and afterwards kills her.\n\nSvend Grundtvig informed me that he had six copies of an evidently\nrecent (and very bad) translation of Percy\u2019s ballad, taken down from\nrecitation in different parts of Denmark. In one of these Queen Eleanor\nis exchanged for a Queen of Norway. Percy\u2019s ballad is also translated by\nBodmer, II, 40; Ursinus, p. 59; Talvj, Charakteristik, p. 513; D\u00f6ring,\np. 373; Knortz, L. u. R. Alt-Englands, No 51.\n\n\n A\n\n #a.# A broadside, London, Printed for C. Bates, at the Sun & Bible\n in Gilt-spur-street, near Pye-corner, Bagford Ballads, II, No 26,\n 1685? #b.# A broadside, Printed for C. Bates, in Pye-corner, Bagford\n Ballads, I, No 33, 1685? #c.# Another copy of b, reprinted in\n Utterson\u2019s Little Book of Ballads, p. 22. #d.# A Collection of Old\n Ballads, 1723, I, 18.\n\n 1\n Queen Elenor was a sick woman,\n And afraid that she should dye;\n Then she sent for two fryars of France,\n For to speak with them speedily.\n\n 2\n The King calld down his nobles all,\n By one, by two, and by three,\n And sent away for Earl Martial,\n For to speak with him speedily.\n\n 3\n When that he came before the King,\n He fell on his bended knee;\n \u2018A boon, a boon! our gracious king,\n That you sent so hastily.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018I\u2019ll pawn my living and my lands,\n My septer and my crown,\n That whatever Queen Elenor says,\n I will not write it down.\n\n 5\n \u2018Do you put on one fryar\u2019s coat,\n And I\u2019ll put on another,\n And we will to Queen Elenor go,\n One fryar like another.\u2019\n\n 6\n Thus both attired then they go;\n When they came to Whitehall,\n The bells they did ring, and the quiristers sing,\n And the torches did light them all.\n\n 7\n When that they came before the Queen,\n They fell on their bended knee:\n \u2018A boon, a boon! our gracious queen,\n That you sent so hastily.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Are you two fryars of France?\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Which I suppose you be;\n But if you are two English fryars,\n Then hanged shall you be.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018We are two fryars of France,\u2019 they said,\n \u2018As you suppose we be;\n We have not been at any mass\n Since we came from the sea.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018The first vile thing that ere I did\n I will to you unfold;\n Earl Martial had my maidenhead,\n Underneath this cloath of gold.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018That is a vile sin,\u2019 then said the king,\n \u2018God may forgive it thee!\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 quoth Earl Martial,\n With a heavy heart then spoke he.\n\n 12\n \u2018The next vile thing that ere I did\n To you I\u2019ll not deny;\n I made a box of poyson strong,\n To poyson King Henry.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018That is a vile sin,\u2019 then said the King,\n \u2018God may forgive it thee!\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 quoth Earl Martial,\n \u2018And I wish it so may be.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018The next vile thing that ere I did\n To you I will discover;\n I poysoned Fair Rosamond,\n All in fair Woodstock bower.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018That is a vile sin,\u2019 then said the King,\n \u2018God may forgive it thee!\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 quoth Earl Martial,\n \u2018And I wish it so may be.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018Do you see yonders little boy,\n A tossing of that ball?\n That is Earl Martial\u015b eldest son,\n And I love him the best of all.\n\n 17\n \u2018Do you see yonders little boy,\n A catching of the ball?\n That is King Henry\u2019s son,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And I love him the worst of all.\n\n 18\n \u2018His head is like unto a bull,\n His nose is like a boar;\u2019\n \u2018No matter for that,\u2019 King Henry said,\n \u2018I love him the better therefore.\u2019\n\n 19\n The King pulld of his fryar\u2019s coat,\n And appeard all in red;\n She shriekd and she cry\u2019d, she wrong her hands,\n And said she was betrayd.\n\n 20\n The King lookd over his left shoulder,\n And a grim look looked he,\n And said, Earl Martial, but for my oath,\n Then hanged shouldst thou be.\n\n\n B\n\n Skene MS., p. 39.\n\n 1\n Our queen\u2019s sick, an very sick,\n She\u2019s sick an like to die;\n She has sent for the friars of France,\n To speak wi her speedilie.\n\n 2\n \u2018I\u2019ll put on a friar\u2019s robe,\n An ye\u2019ll put on anither,\n An we\u2019ll go to Madam the Queen,\n Like friars bath thegither.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018God forbid,\u2019 said Earl Marishall,\n \u2018That ever the like shud be,\n That I beguile Madam the Queen!\n I wad be hangit hie.\u2019\n\n 4\n The King pat on a friar\u2019s robe,\n Earl Marishall on anither;\n They\u2019re on to the Queen,\n Like friars baith thegither.\n\n 5\n \u2018Gin ye be the friars of France,\n As I trust well ye be\u2014\n But an ye be ony ither men,\n Ye sall be hangit hie.\u2019\n\n 6\n The King he turnd him roun,\n An by his troth sware he,\n We hae na sung messe\n Sin we came frae the sea.\n\n 7\n \u2018The first sin ever I did,\n An a very great sin \u2019twas tee,\n I gae my maidenhead to Earl Marishall,\n Under the greenwood tree.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018That was a sin, an a very great sin,\n But pardond it may be;\u2019\n \u2018Wi mendiment,\u2019 said Earl Marishall,\n But a heavy heart had he.\n\n 9\n \u2018The next sin ever I did,\n An a very great sin \u2019twas tee,\n I poisened Lady Rosamond,\n An the King\u2019s darling was she.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018That was a sin, an a very great sin,\n But pardond it may be;\u2019\n \u2018Wi mendiment,\u2019 said King Henry,\n But a heavy heart had he.\n\n 11\n \u2018The next sin ever I did,\n An a very great sin \u2019twas tee,\n I keepit poison in my bosom seven years,\n To poison him King Henrie.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018That was a sin, an a very great sin,\n But pardond it may be;\u2019\n \u2018Wi mendiment,\u2019 said King Henry,\n But a heavy heart had he.\n\n 13\n \u2018O see na ye yon bonny boys,\n As they play at the ba?\n An see na ye Lord Marishal\u2019s son?\n I lee him best of a\u2019.\n\n 14\n \u2018But see na ye King Henry\u2019s son?\n He\u2019s headit like a bull, and backit like a boar,\n I like him warst awa:\u2019\n \u2018And by my sooth,\u2019 says him King Henry,\n \u2018I like him best o the twa.\u2019\n\n 15\n The King he turned him roun,\n Pat on the coat o goud,\n . . . . . . .\n The Queen turnd the King to behold.\n\n 16\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018Gin I hadna sworn by the crown and sceptre roun,\n Earl Marishal sud been gart die.\u2019\n\n\n C\n\n Buchan\u2019s Gleanings, p. 77.\n\n 1\n The Queen\u2019s faen sick, and very, very sick,\n Sick, and going to die,\n And she\u2019s sent for twa friars of France,\n To speak with her speedilie.\n\n 2\n The King he said to the Earl Marischal,\n To the Earl Marischal said he,\n The Queen she wants twa friars frae France,\n To speak with her presentlie.\n\n 3\n Will ye put on a friar\u2019s coat,\n And I\u2019ll put on another,\n And we\u2019ll go in before the Queen,\n Like friars both together.\n\n 4\n \u2018But O forbid,\u2019 said the Earl Marischal,\n \u2018That I this deed should dee!\n For if I beguile Eleanor our queen,\n She will gar hang me hie.\u2019\n\n 5\n The King he turned him round about,\n An angry man was he;\n He\u2019s sworn by his sceptre and his sword\n Earl Marischal should not die.\n\n 6\n The King has put on a friar\u2019s coat,\n Earl Marischal on another,\n And they went in before the Queen,\n Like friars both together.\n\n 7\n \u2018O, if ye be twa friars of France,\n Ye\u2019re dearly welcome to me;\n But if ye be twa London friars,\n I will gar hang you hie.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Twa friars of France, twa friars of France,\n Twa friars of France are we,\n And we vow we never spoke to a man\n Till we spake to Your Majesty.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018The first great sin that eer I did,\n And I\u2019ll tell you it presentlie,\n Earl Marischal got my maidenhead,\n When coming oer the sea.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018That was a sin, and a very great sin,\n But pardoned it may be;\u2019\n \u2018All that with amendment,\u2019 said Earl Marischal,\n But a quacking heart had he.\n\n 11\n \u2018The next great sin that eer I did,\n I\u2019ll tell you it presentlie;\n I carried a box seven years in my breast,\n To poison King Henrie.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018O that was a sin, and a very great sin,\n But pardoned it may be;\u2019\n \u2018All that with amendment,\u2019 said Earl Marischal,\n But a quacking heart had he.\n\n 13\n \u2018The next great sin that eer I did,\n I\u2019ll tell you it presentlie;\n I poisoned the Lady Rosamond,\n And a very good woman was she.\n\n 14\n \u2018See ye not yon twa bonny boys,\n As they play at the ba?\n The eldest of them is Marischal\u2019s son,\n And I love him best of a\u2019;\n The youngest of them is Henrie\u2019s son,\n And I love him none at a\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018For he is headed like a bull, a bull,\n He is backed like a boar;\u2019\n \u2018Then by my sooth,\u2019 King Henrie said,\n \u2018I love him the better therefor.\u2019\n\n 16\n The King has cast off his friar\u2019s coat,\n Put on a coat of gold;\n The Queen she\u2019s turned her face about,\n She could not \u2019s face behold.\n\n 17\n The King then said to Earl Marischal,\n To the Earl Marischal said he,\n Were it not for my sceptre and sword,\n Earl Marischall, ye should die.\n\n\n D\n\n Aytoun\u2019s Ballads of Scotland, 2d edition, I, 196, from the\n recitation of a lady residing in Kirkcaldy; learned of her mother.\n\n 1\n The queen of England she has fallen sick,\n Sore sick, and like to die;\n And she has sent for twa French priests,\n To bear her companie.\n\n 2\n The King he has got word o this,\n And an angry man was he;\n And he is on to the Earl-a-Marshall,\n As fast as he can gae.\n\n 3\n \u2018Now you\u2019ll put on a priest\u2019s robe,\n And I\u2019ll put on anither,\n And we will on unto the Queen,\n Like twa French priests thegither.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018No indeed!\u2019 said the Earl-a-Marshall,\n \u2018That winna I do for thee,\n Except ye swear by your sceptre and crown\n Ye\u2019ll do me nae injurie.\u2019\n\n 5\n The King has sworn by his sceptre and crown\n He\u2019ll do him nae injurie,\n And they are on unto the Queen,\n As fast as they can gae.\n\n 6\n \u2018O, if that ye be twa French priests,\n Ye\u2019re welcome unto me;\n But if ye be twa Scottish lords,\n High hanged ye shall be.\n\n 7\n \u2018The first sin that I did sin,\n And that to you I\u2019ll tell,\n I sleeped wi the Earl-a-Marshall,\n Beneath a silken bell.\n\n 8\n \u2018And wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?\n And I pray ye pardon me;\u2019\n \u2018Amen, and amen!\u2019 said the Earl-a-Marshall,\n And a wearied man was he.\n\n 9\n \u2018The neist sin that I did sin,\n And that to you I\u2019ll tell,\n I keeped the poison seven years in my bosom,\n To poison the King himsel.\n\n 10\n \u2018And wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?\n And I pray ye pardon me;\u2019\n \u2018Amen, and amen!\u2019 said the Earl-a-Marshall,\n And a wearied man was he.\n\n 11\n \u2018O see ye there my seven sons,\n A\u2019playing at the ba?\n There\u2019s but ane o them the King\u2019s himsel,\n And I like him warst of a\u2019.\n\n 12\n \u2018He\u2019s high-backed, and low-breasted,\n And he is bald withal;\u2019\n \u2018And by my deed,\u2019 and says the King,\n \u2018I like him best mysel!\n\n 13\n \u2018O wae betide ye, Earl-a-Marshall,\n And an ill death may ye die!\n For if I hadna sworn by my sceptre and crown,\n High hanged ye should be.\u2019\n\n\n E\n\n Kinloch\u2019s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 247.\n\n 1\n The Queen fell sick, and very, very sick,\n She was sick, and like to dee,\n And she sent for a friar oure frae France,\n Her confessour to be.\n\n 2\n King Henry, when he heard o that,\n An angry man was he,\n And he sent to the Earl Marshall,\n Attendance for to gie.\n\n 3\n \u2018The Queen is sick,\u2019 King Henry cried,\n \u2018And wants to be beshriven;\n She has sent for a friar oure frae France;\n By the rude, he were better in heaven!\n\n 4\n \u2018But tak you now a friar\u2019s guise,\n The voice and gesture feign,\n And when she has the pardon crav\u2019d,\n Respond to her, Amen!\n\n 5\n \u2018And I will be a prelate old,\n And sit in a corner dark,\n To hear the adventures of my spouse,\n My spouse, and her haly spark.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018My liege, my liege, how can I betray\n My mistress and my queen?\n O swear by the rude that no damage\n From this shall be gotten or gien!\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018I swear by the rude,\u2019 quoth King Henry,\n \u2018No damage shall be gotten or gien;\n Come, let us spare no cure nor care\n For the conscience o the Queen.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 8\n \u2018O fathers, O fathers, I\u2019m very, very sick,\n I\u2019m sick, and like to dee;\n Some ghostly comfort to my poor soul\n O tell if ye can gie!\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Confess, confess,\u2019 Earl Marshall cried,\n \u2018And you shall pardoned be;\u2019\n \u2018Confess, confess,\u2019 the King replied,\n \u2018And we shall comfort gie.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Oh, how shall I tell the sorry, sorry tale!\n How can the tale be told!\n I playd the harlot wi the Earl Marshall,\n Beneath yon cloth of gold.\n\n 11\n \u2018Oh, wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?\n But I hope it will pardoned be;\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 quoth the Earl Marshall,\n And a very feart heart had he.\n\n 12\n \u2018O down i the forest, in a bower,\n Beyond yon dark oak-tree,\n I drew a penknife frae my pocket\n To kill King Henerie.\n\n 13\n \u2018Oh, wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?\n But I hope it will pardoned be;\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 quoth the Earl Marshall,\n And a very feart heart had he.\n\n 14\n \u2018O do you see yon pretty little boy,\n That\u2019s playing at the ba?\n He is the Earl Marshall\u2019s only son,\n And I loved him best of a\u2019.\n\n 15\n \u2018Oh, wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?\n But I hope it will pardoned be;\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 quoth the Earl Marshall,\n And a very feart heart had he.\n\n 16\n \u2018And do you see yon pretty little girl,\n That\u2019s a\u2019beclad in green?\n She\u2019s a friar\u2019s daughter, oure in France,\n And I hoped to see her a queen.\n\n 17\n \u2018Oh, wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?\n But I hope it will pardoned be;\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 quoth the Earl Marshall,\n And a feart heart still had he.\n\n 18\n \u2018O do you see yon other little boy,\n That\u2019s playing at the ba?\n He is King Henry\u2019s only son,\n And I like him warst of a\u2019.\n\n 19\n \u2018He\u2019s headed like a buck,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And backed like a bear;\u2019\n \u2018Amen!\u2019 quoth the King, in the King\u2019s ain voice,\n \u2018He shall be my only heir.\u2019\n\n 20\n The King lookd over his left shoulder,\n An angry man was he:\n \u2018An it werna for the oath I sware,\n Earl Marshall, thou shouldst dee.\u2019\n\n\n F\n\n Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. 1; from recitation.\n\n 1\n Queene Eleanor was a sick woman,\n And sick just like to die,\n And she has sent for two fryars of France,\n To come to her speedilie.\n And she has sent, etc.\n\n 2\n The King called downe his nobles all,\n By one, by two, by three:\n \u2018Earl Marshall, I\u2019ll go shrive the Queene,\n And thou shalt wend with mee.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018A boone, a boone!\u2019 quoth Earl Marshall,\n And fell on his bended knee,\n \u2018That whatsoever the Queene may say,\n No harm thereof may bee.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018O you\u2019ll put on a gray-friar\u2019s gowne,\n And I\u2019ll put on another,\n And we will away to fair London town,\n Like friars both together.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018O no, O no, my liege, my king,\n Such things can never bee;\n For if the Queene hears word of this,\n Hanged she\u2019ll cause me to bee.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018I swear by the sun, I swear by the moon,\n And by the stars so hie,\n And by my sceptre and my crowne,\n The Earl Marshall shall not die.\u2019\n\n 7\n The King\u2019s put on a gray-friar\u2019s gowne,\n The Earl Marshall\u2019s put on another,\n And they are away to fair London towne,\n Like fryars both together.\n\n 8\n When that they came to fair London towne,\n And came into Whitehall,\n The bells did ring, and the quiristers sing,\n And the torches did light them all.\n\n 9\n And when they came before the Queene,\n They kneeled down on their knee:\n \u2018What matter, what matter, our gracious queene,\n You\u2019ve sent so speedilie?\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018O, if you are two fryars of France,\n It\u2019s you that I wished to see;\n But if you are two English lords,\n You shall hang on the gallowes-tree.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018O we are not two English lords,\n But two fryars of France we bee,\n And we sang the Song of Solomon,\n As we came over the sea.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Oh, the first vile sin I did commit\n Tell it I will to thee;\n I fell in love with the Earl Marshall,\n As he brought me over the sea.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018Oh, that was a great sin,\u2019 quoth the King,\n \u2018But pardond it must bee;\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 said the Earl Marshall,\n With a heavie heart spake hee.\n\n 14\n \u2018Oh, the next sin that I did commit\n I will to you unfolde;\n Earl Marshall had my virgin dower,\n Beneath this cloth of golde.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Oh, that was a vile sin,\u2019 said the King,\n \u2018May God forgive it thee!\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 groaned the Earl Marshall,\n And a very frightened man was hee.\n\n 16\n \u2018Oh, the next sin that I did commit\n Tell it I will to thee;\n I poisoned a lady of noble blood,\n For the sake of King Henrie.\u2019\n\n 17\n \u2018Oh, that was a great sin,\u2019 said the King,\n \u2018But pardoned it shall bee;\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 said the Earl Marshall,\n And still a frightened man was he.\n\n 18\n \u2018Oh, the next sin that ever I did\n Tell it I will to thee;\n I have kept strong poison this seven long years,\n To poison King Henrie.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018Oh, that was a great sin,\u2019 said the King,\n \u2018But pardoned it must bee;\u2019\n \u2018Amen! Amen!\u2019 said the Earl Marshall,\n And still a frightened man was hee.\n\n 20\n \u2018O don\u2019t you see two little boys,\n Playing at the football?\n O yonder is the Earl Marshall\u2019s son,\n And I like him best of all.\n\n 21\n \u2018O don\u2019t you see yon other little boy,\n Playing at the football?\n O that one is King Henrie\u2019s son,\n And I like him worst of all.\n\n 22\n \u2018His head is like a black bull\u2019s head,\n His feet are like a bear;\u2019\n \u2018What matter! what matter!\u2019 cried the King,\n \u2018He\u2019s my son, and my only heir.\u2019\n\n 23\n The King plucked off his fryar\u2019s gowne,\n And stood in his scarlet so red;\n The Queen she turned herself in bed,\n And cryed that she was betrayde.\n\n 24\n The King lookt oer his left shoulder,\n And a grim look looked he;\n \u2018Earl Marshall,\u2019 he said, \u2018but for my oath,\n Thou hadst swung on the gallowes-tree.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A. a.#\n\n Queen Eleanor\u2019s Confession: Shewing how King Henry, with the Earl\n Martial, in Fryars Habits, came to her, instead of two Fryars\n from France, which she sent for. To a pleasant New Tune. _Both\n #a# and #b# are dated in the Museum Catalogue 1670?_ \u201cC. Bates,\n at Sun & Bible, near St. Sepulchre\u2019s Church, in Pye Corner,\n 1685.\u201d _Chappell._\n\n 10^1. thta ere.\n\n 14^2. disdover.\n\n 17^1. younders.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title the same, except_ came to see her.\n\n 16^3. Martial\u2019s.\n\n 17^1. see then yonders.\n\n 20^1. his let.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title as in #a#._\n\n 4^3. whatsoever.\n\n 8^4. you shall.\n\n 16^2. catching of the.\n\n 16^3. Marshal\u2019s.\n\n 17^1. see then yonders.\n\n#d.#\n\n Queen Eleanor\u2019s Confession to the Two supposed Fryars of France.\n\n 1^4. To speak with her.\n\n 2^2. and _wanting_.\n\n 2^4. For _wanting_.\n\n 4^1. I\u2019ll pawn my lands the King then cry\u2019d.\n\n 4^3. whatsoere.\n\n 5^1. on a.\n\n 5^4. Like fryar and his brother.\n\n 6^3. they _wanting_.\n\n 7^4. you.\n\n 8^2. As I.\n\n 10^4. Beneath this.\n\n 11^1, 13^1, 15^1. That\u2019s.\n\n 11^4. then _wanting_.\n\n 16^2. of the.\n\n 16^3. Marshal\u2019s.\n\n 16^4, 17^4. And _wanting_.\n\n 18^3. Henry cry\u2019d.\n\n 19^3. shriekd, she cry\u2019d, and wrung.\n\n 20^4. Or hanged.\n\n#E.#\n\n 14^4. loved; love _in Kinloch\u2019s annotated copy_.\n\n#F.#\n\n 10^1, 11^1, 20^{1,3}, 21^{1,3}. Oh.\n\n\n\n\n 157\n\n GUDE WALLACE\n\n #A.# \u2018On an honourable Achievement of Sir William Wallace, near\n Falkirk,\u2019 a chap-book of Four New Songs and a Prophecy, 1745?\n Johnson\u2019s Museum, ed. 1853, D. Laing\u2019s additions, IV, 458 *;\n Maidment\u2019s Scotish Ballads and Songs, 1859, p. 83.\n\n #B.# \u2018Sir William Wallace,\u2019 communicated to Percy by Robert Lambe, of\n Norham, probably in 1768.\n\n #C.# \u2018Gude Wallace,\u2019 Johnson\u2019s Museum, p. 498, No 484, communicated by\n Robert Burns.\n\n #D.# \u2018Gude Wallace,\u2019 communicated to Robert Chambers by Elliot\n Anderson, 1827.\n\n #E.# \u2018Willie Wallace,\u2019communicated to James Telfer by A. Fisher.\n\n #F.# \u2018Willie Wallace,\u2019 Buchan\u2019s Gleanings, p. 114.\n\n #G.# \u2018Sir William Wallace,\u2019 Alexander Laing\u2019s Thistle of Scotland, p.\n 100; Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 487.\n\n #H.# \u2018Wallace and his Leman,\u2019 Buchan\u2019s Ballads of the North of\n Scotland, II, 226.\n\n\n#C# is reprinted by Finlay, I, 103. It is made the basis of a long\nballad by Jamieson, II, 166, and serves as a thread for Cunningham\u2019s\n\u2018Gude Wallace,\u2019 Scottish Songs, I, 262.[147] #F# is repeated by\nMotherwell, Minstrelsy, p. 364, and by Aytoun, I, 54. A copy in the\nLaing MSS, University of Edinburgh, Div. II, 358, is #C#.\n\nBlind Harry\u2019s Wallace (of about 1460, earlier than 1488) is clearly the\nsource of this ballad. #A-F# are derived from vv 1080\u20131119 of the Fifth\nBook. Here Wallace, on his way to a hostelry with a comrade, met a\nwoman, who counselled them to pass by, if Scots, for southrons were\nthere, drinking and talking of Wallace; twenty are there, making great\ndin, but no man of fence. \u201cWallace went in and bad Benedicite.\u201d The\ncaptain said, Thou art a Scot, the devil thy nation quell. Wallace drew,\nand ran the captain through; \u201cfifteen he straik and fifteen has he\nslayn;\u201d his comrade killed the other five.\n\nThe story of #A-E# is sufficiently represented by that of #A#. Wallace\ncomes upon a woman washing, and asks her for tidings. There are fifteen\nEnglishmen at the hostelry seeking Wallace. Had he money he would go\nthither. She tells him out twenty shillings (for which he takes off\n_both_ hat and hood, and thanks her reverently). He bows himself over a\nstaff and enters the hostelry, saying, Good ben be here (in #C#, he bad\nBenedicite, in the words of Blind Harry). The captain asks the crooked\ncarl where he was born, and the carl answers that he is a Scot. The\ncaptain offers the carl twenty shillings for a sight of Wallace. The\ncarl wants no better bode, or offer.[148] He strikes the captain such a\nblow over the jaws that he will never eat more, and sticks the rest.\nThen he bids the goodwife get him food, for he has eaten nothing for two\ndays. Ere the meal is ready, fifteen other Englishmen light at the door.\nThese he soon disposes of, sticking five, trampling five in the gutter,\nand hanging five in the wood.\n\n#F# makes Wallace change clothes with a beggar, and ask charity at the\ninn. He kills his thirty men between eight and four, and then returning\nto the North-Inch (a common lying along the Tay, near Perth) finds the\nmaid who was washing her lilie hands in st. 3 still \u201cwashing tenderlie.\u201d\nHe pulls out twenty of the fifty pounds which he got from the captain,\nand hands them over to the maid for the good luck of her half-crown.\n\n#G# has the change of clothes with the beggar, found in #F#, and\nprefixes to the story of the other versions another adventure of\nWallace, taken from the Fourth Book of Blind Harry, vv 704\u201387. Wallace\u2019s\nenemies have seen him leaving his mistress\u2019s house. They seize her,\nthreaten to burn her unless she \u2018tells,\u2019 and promise to marry her to a\nknight if she will help to bring the rebel down. Wallace returns, and\nshe seeks to detain him, but he says he must go back to his men.\nHereupon she falls to weeping, and ends with confessing her treason. He\nasks her if she repents; she says that to mend the miss she would burn\non a hill, and is forgiven. Wallace puts on her gown and curches, hiding\nhis sword under his weed, tells the armed men who are watching for him\nthat Wallace is locked in, and makes good speed out of the gate. Two men\nfollow him, for he seems to be a stalwart quean; Wallace turns on them\nand kills them. This is Blind Harry\u2019s story, and it will be observed to\nbe followed closely in the ballad, with the addition of a pitcher in\neach hand to complete the female disguise, and two more southrons to\nfollow and be killed. The first half of this version is plainly a late\npiece of work, very possibly of this century, much later than the other,\nwhich itself need not be very old. But the portions of Blind Harry\u2019s\npoem out of which these ballads were made were perhaps themselves\ncomposed from older ballads, and the restitution of the lyrical form may\nhave given us something not altogether unlike what was sung in the\nfifteenth, or even the fourteenth, century. The fragment #H# is, as far\nas it goes, a repetition of #G#.\n\nBower (1444\u201349) says that after the battle of Roslyn, 1298, Wallace took\nship and went to France, distinguishing himself by his valor against\npirates on the sea and against the English on the continent, as ballads\nboth in France and Scotland testify.[149] A fragment of a ballad\nrelating to Wallace is preserved in Constable\u2019s MS. Cantus: Leyden\u2019s\nComplaynt of Scotland, p. 226.\n\n Wallace parted his men in three\n And sundrie gaits are gone.\n\n#C# is translated by Arndt, Bl\u00fctenlese, p. 198; #F# by Knortz,\nSchottische Balladen, p. 69, No 22.\n\n\n A\n\n A chap-book of Four New Songs and a Prophecy, 1745? The Scots\n Musical Museum, 1853, D. Laing\u2019s additions, IV, 458 *; Maidment,\n Scotish Ballads and Songs, 1859, p. 83.\n\n 1\n \u2018Had we a king,\u2019 said Wallace then,\n \u2018That our kind Scots might live by their own!\n But betwixt me and the English blood\n I think there is an ill seed sown.\u2019\n\n 2\n Wallace him over a river lap,\n He lookd low down to a linn;\n He was war of a gay lady\n Was even at the well washing.\n\n 3\n \u2018Well mot ye fare, fair madam,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018And ay well mot ye fare and see!\n Have ye any tidings me to tell,\n I pray you\u2019ll show them unto me.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018I have no tidings you to tell,\n Nor yet no tidings you to ken;\n But into that hostler\u2019s house\n There\u2019s fifteen of your Englishmen.\n\n 5\n \u2018And they are seeking Wallace there,\n For they\u2019ve ordained him to be slain:\u2019\n \u2018O God forbid!\u2019 said Wallace then,\n \u2018For he\u2019s oer good a kind Scotsman.\n\n 6\n \u2018But had I money me upon,\n And evn this day, as I have none,\n Then would I to that hostler\u2019s house,\n And evn as fast as I could gang.\u2019\n\n 7\n She put her hand in her pocket,\n She told him twenty shillings oer her knee;\n Then he took off both hat and hood,\n And thankd the lady most reverently.\n\n 8\n \u2018If eer I come this way again,\n Well paid [your] money it shall be;\u2019\n Then he took off both hat and hood,\n And he thankd the lady most reverently.\n\n 9\n He leand him twofold oer a staff,\n So did he threefold oer a tree,\n And he\u2019s away to the hostler\u2019s house,\n Even as fast as he might dree.\n\n 10\n When he came to the hostler\u2019s house,\n He said, Good-ben be here! quoth he:\n An English captain, being deep load,\n He asked him right cankerdly,\n\n 11\n Where was you born, thou crooked carle,\n And in what place, and what country?\n \u2019Tis I was born in fair Scotland,\n A crooked carle although I be.\u2019\n\n 12\n The English captain swore by th\u2019 rood,\n \u2018We are Scotsmen as well as thee,\n And we are seeking Wallace; then\n To have him merry we should be.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018The man,\u2019 said Wallace, \u2018ye\u2019re looking for,\n I seed him within these days three;\n And he has slain an English captain,\n And ay the fearder the rest may be.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018I\u2019d give twenty shillings,\u2019 said the captain,\n \u2018To such a crooked carle as thee,\n If you would take me to the place\n Where that I might proud Wallace see.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Hold out your hand,\u2019 said Wallace then,\n \u2018And show your money and be free,\n For tho you\u2019d bid an hundred pound,\n I never bade a better bode,\u2019 [said he].\n\n 16\n He struck the captain oer the chafts,\n Till that he never chewed more;\n He stickd the rest about the board,\n And left them all a sprawling there.\n\n 17\n \u2018Rise up, goodwife,\u2019 said Wallace then,\n \u2018And give me something for to eat;\n For it\u2019s near two days to an end\n Since I tasted one bit of meat.\u2019\n\n 18\n His board was scarce well covered,\n Nor yet his dine well scantly dight,\n Till fifteen other Englishmen\n Down all about the door did light.\n\n 19\n \u2018Come out, come out,\u2019 said they, \u2018Wallace!\u2019 then,\n \u2018For the day is come that ye must die;\u2019\n And they thought so little of his might,\n But ay the fearder they might be.\n\n 20\n The wife ran but, the gudeman ran ben,\n It put them all into a fever;\n Then five he sticked where they stood,\n And five he trampled in the gutter.\n\n 21\n And five he chased to yon green wood,\n He hanged them all out-oer a grain;\n And gainst the morn at twelve o\u2019clock,\n He dined with his kind Scottish men.\n\n\n B\n\n Communicated to Percy by R. Lambe, of Norham, apparently in 1768.\n\n 1\n \u2018I wish we had a king,\u2019 says Wallace,\n \u2018That Scotland might not want a head;\n In England and in Scotland baith,\n I\u2019m sure that some have sowed ill seed.\u2019\n\n 2\n Wallace he oer the water did luke,\n And he luked law down by a glen,\n And he was aware of a gay lady,\n As she was at the well washing.\n\n 3\n \u2018Weel may ye save, fair lady!\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Far better may ye save and see!\n If ye have ony tidings to tell,\n I pray cum tell them a\u2019to me.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018I have no tidings you to tell,\n And as few tidings do I ken;\n But up and to yon ostler-house\n Are just gane fifteen gentlemen.\n\n 5\n \u2018They now are seeking Gude Wallace,\n And ay they\u2019re damning him to hang;\u2019\n \u2018Oh God forbid,\u2019 says Wallace then,\n \u2018I\u2019m sure he is a true Scotsman.\n\n 6\n \u2018Had I but ae penny in my pocket,\n Or in my company ae baubee,\n I woud up to yon ostler-house,\n A\u2019these big gentlemen to see.\u2019\n\n 7\n She pat her hand into her pocket,\n She powd out twenty shillings and three:\n \u2018If eer I live to come this way,\n Weel payed shall your money be.\u2019\n\n 8\n He leaned him twafold oer a staff,\n Sae did he twafold oer a tree,\n And he\u2019s gane up to the ostler-house,\n A\u2019these fine gentlemen to see.\n\n 9\n When he cam up among them a\u2019,\n He bad his benison be there;\n The captain, being weel buke-learnd,\n Did answer him in domineer.\n\n 10\n \u2018Where was ye born, ye cruked carl,\n Or in what town, or what countree?\u2019\n \u2018O I was born in fair Scotland,\n A cruked carl although I be.\u2019\n\n 11\n The captain sware by the root of his sword,\n Saying, I\u2019m a Scotsman as weel as thee;\n Here\u2019s twenty shillings of English money\n To such a cruked carl as thee,\n If thou\u2019ll tell me of that Wallace;\n He\u2019s ay the creature I want to see.\n\n 12\n \u2018O hawd your hand,\u2019 says Wallace then,\n \u2018I\u2019m feard your money be not gude;\n If \u2019twere as muckle and ten times mair,\n It shoud not bide anither bode.\u2019\n\n 13\n He\u2019s taen the captain alang the chaps,\n A wat he never chawed mair;\n The rest he sticked about the table,\n And left them a\u2019a sprawling there.\n\n 14\n \u2018Gude wife,\u2019 he said, \u2018for my benison,\n Get up and get my dinner dight;\n For it is twa days till an end\n Syne I did taste ane bit of meat.\u2019\n\n 15\n Dinner was not weel made ready,\n Nor yet upon the table set,\n When fifteen other Englishmen\n Alighted all about the yate.\n\n 16\n \u2018Come out, come out now, Wallace,\u2019 they say,\n \u2018For this is the day ye are to dee;\n Ye trust sae mickle in God\u2019s might,\n And ay the less we do fear thee.\u2019\n\n 17\n The gude wife ran but, the gude man ran ben,\n They pat the house all in a swither;\n Five sune he sticked where he stude,\n And five he smitherd in a gutter.\n\n 18\n Five he chac\u2019d to the gude green-wood,\n And hanged them a\u2019out-oer a pin;\n And at the morn at eight o\u2019clock\n He din\u2019d with his men at Lough-mabin.\n\n\n C\n\n Johnson\u2019s Museum, p. 498, No 484, communicated by Robert Burns.\n\n 1\n \u2018O For my ain king,\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\n \u2018The rightfu king of fair Scotland!\n Between me and my soverign blude\n I think I see some ill seed sawn.\u2019\n\n 2\n Wallace out over yon river he lap,\n And he has lighted low down on yon plain,\n And he was aware of a gay ladie,\n As she was at the well washing.\n\n 3\n \u2018What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?\u2019 he says,\n \u2018What tydins hast thou to tell unto me?\n What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?\u2019 he says,\n \u2018What tydins hae ye in the south countrie?\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018Low down in yon wee ostler-house\n There is fyfteen Englishmen,\n And they are seekin for Gude Wallace,\n It\u2019s him to take and him to hang.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018There\u2019s nocht in my purse,\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\n \u2018There\u2019s nocht, not even a bare pennie;\n But I will down to yon wee ostler-house,\n Thir fyfteen Englishmen to see.\u2019\n\n 6\n And when he cam to yon wee ostler-house\n He bad bendicite be there;\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 7\n \u2018Where was ye born, auld crookit carl?\n Where was ye born, in what countrie?\u2019\n \u2018I am a true Scot born and bred,\n And an auld crookit carl just sic as ye see.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018I wad gie fifteen shillings to onie crookit carl,\n To onie crookit carl just sic as ye,\n If ye will get me Gude Wallace;\n For he is the man I wad very fain see.\u2019\n\n 9\n He hit the proud captain alang the chafft-blade,\n That never a bit o meal he ate mair;\n And he sticket the rest at the table where they sat,\n And he left them a\u2019lyin sprawlin there.\n\n 10\n \u2018Get up, get up, gudewife,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018And get to me some dinner in haste;\n For it will soon be three lang days\n Sin I a bit o meat did taste.\u2019\n\n 11\n The dinner was na weel readie,\n Nor was it on the table set,\n Till other fifteen Englishmen\n Were a\u2019lighted about the yett.\n\n 12\n \u2018Come out, come out now, Gude Wallace!\n This is the day that thou maun die:\u2019\n \u2018I lippen nae sae little to God,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Altho I be but ill wordie.\u2019\n\n 13\n The gudewife had an auld gudeman;\n By Gude Wallace he stiffly stood,\n Till ten o the fyfteen Englishmen\n Before the door lay in their blude.\n\n 14\n The other five to the greenwood ran,\n And he hangd these five upon a grain,\n And on the morn, wi his merry men a\u2019,\n He sat at dine in Lochmaben town.\n\n\n D\n\n Communicated to Robert Chambers by Elliot Anderson, Galashiels, 21\n April, 1827, in a letter preserved among Kinloch\u2019s papers. Copied,\n with changes, in Kinloch MSS, I, 177. Furnished me by Mr. Macmath.\n\n 1\n \u2018I wish we had our king,\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\n \u2018An ilka true Scotsman had his nawn;\n For between us an the southron louns\n I doubt some ill seed has been sawn.\u2019\n\n 2\n Wallace he owre the water gaed,\n An looked low down by a glen,\n An there he saw a pretty, pretty maid,\n As she was at the well washin.\n\n 3\n \u2018O weel may ye wash, my bonny, bonny maid!\n An weel may ye saep, an me to see!\n If ye have ony tidins to tell,\n I pray you tell them unto me.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018I have no tidins for to tell,\n Nor ony uncos do I ken;\n But up into yon little alehouse\n An there sits fyfteen Englishmen.\n\n 5\n \u2018An ay they are speakin o Gude Wallace,\n An ay they are doomin him to hang:\u2019\n \u2018O forbid!\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\n \u2018He\u2019s owre truehearted a Scotsman.\n\n 6\n \u2018Had I but a penny in my pouch,\n As I have not a single bawbee,\n I would up into yon little alehouse,\n An ay thae southron blades to see.\u2019\n\n 7\n She\u2019s put her hand into her pouch,\n An counted him out pennies three;\n \u2018If ever I live to come back this way,\n Weel paid the money it shall be.\u2019\n\n 8\n He\u2019s taen a staff into his hand,\n An leand himsel outowre a tree,\n An he\u2019s awa to yon little alehouse,\n An ay the southron louns to see.\n\n 9\n When he gaed in to that little alehouse,\n He bad his bennison be there;\n The captain answered him [in] wrath,\n He answerd him with domineer.\n\n 10\n \u2018O whare was ye born, ye crooked auld carle?\n An how may this your dwellin be?\u2019\n \u2018O I was born in fair Scotland,\n A crooked carle altho I be.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018O I would een gie twenty shillins\n To ony sic crooked carle as thee\n That wad find me out Gude Wallace;\n For ay that traitor I lang to see.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Haud out your hand,\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\n \u2018I doubt your money be not gude;\n If ye\u2019ll gie ither twenty shillins,\n It neer shall bide ye anither bode.\u2019\n\n 13\n He\u2019s taen the captain outowre the jaws,\n Anither word spak he neer mair;\n An five he sticket whare they sat,\n The rest lay scramblin here an there.\n\n 14\n \u2018Get up, get up, gudewife,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018An get some meat ready for me,\n For I hae fasted this three lang days;\n A wat right hungry I may be.\u2019\n\n 15\n The meat it wasna weel made ready,\n Nor as weel on the table set,\n Till there cam fyfteen Englishmen\n An lighted a\u2019about the yett.\n\n 16\n The gudewife ran but, the gudeman ran ben;\n It put them a\u2019in sic a stoure\n That five he sticket whare they sat,\n An five lay sprawlin at the door.\n\n 17\n An five are to the greenwood gane,\n An he\u2019s hangd them a\u2019outowre a tree,\n An before the mornin twal o clock\n He dined wi his men at Loch Marie.\n\n\n E\n\n Communicated to James Telfer by A. Fisher, as written down from the\n mouth of a serving-man, who had learned it in the neighborhood of\n Lochmaben. Mr Robert White\u2019s papers.\n\n 1\n Willie Wallace the water lap,\n And lighted low down in a glen;\n There he came to a woman washing,\n And she had washers nine or ten.\n\n 2\n \u2018O weel may ye wash!\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n \u2018O weel may ye wash!\u2019 said fair Willie,\n \u2018And gin ye have any tidings to tell,\n I pray ye tell them unto me.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018I have nae tidings for to tell,\n And as few will I let ye ken;\n But down into yon hosteler-ha\n Lies fifteen English gentlemen.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018O had I ae penny in my pocket,\n Or had I yet ane bare bawbee,\n I would go to yon hosteler-ha,\n All for these Englishmen to see.\n\n 5\n \u2018O wil ye len me ane pennie,\n Or will ye len me a bare bawbee,\n I would go to yon hosteler-ha,\n All for these Englishmen to see.\u2019\n\n 6\n She\u2019s put her hand into her pocket,\n And she\u2019s gaen him out guineas three,\n And he\u2019s away to yon ostler-ha,\n All for these Englishmen to see.\n\n 7\n Before he came to the hosteler-ha,\n He linkit his armour oer a tree;\n These Englishmen, being weel book-learned,\n They said to him, Great Dominie!\n\n 8\n Where was ye born, ye crookit carle?\n Where was ye born, or in what countrie?\n \u2018In merry Scotland I was born,\n A crookit carle altho I be.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Here\u2019s fifteen shillings,\u2019 one of them said,\n \u2018Here\u2019s other fifteen I\u2019ll gie to thee,\n If you will tell me where the traitor Willie Wallace is,\n Or where away thou thinks he\u2019ll be.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Pay down, pay down your money,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Pay down, pay down richt speedilie,\n For if your answer be not good,\n You shall have the downfall of Robin Hood,\u2019 [said he].\n\n 11\n He struck the captain on the jaw,\n He swore that he would chow nae mair cheese;\n He\u2019s killed all the rest with his good broad-sword,\n And left them wallowing on their knees.\n\n 12\n \u2018Go cover the table,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n \u2018Go cover the table, get me some meat,\n For it is three days and rather mair\n Since I did either drink or eat.\u2019\n\n 13\n They had not the table weel covered,\n Nor yet the candle weel gaen licht,\n Till fifteen other Englishmen\n They a\u2019down at the door did light.\n\n 14\n \u2018Come out, come out, Willie Wallace,\u2019 they said.\n \u2018Come out, come out, and do not flee,\n For we have sworn by our good broadswords\n That this is the nicht that you sall dee.\u2019\n\n 15\n He\u2019s killed five with his good broadsword,\n He\u2019s drowned other five in the raging sea,\n And he\u2019s taen other five to the merry greenwood,\n And hanged them oer the highest tree.\n\n\n F\n\n Buchan\u2019s Gleanings, p. 114; from a gypsy tinker, p. 199.\n\n 1\n Wallace in the high highlans,\n Neither meat nor drink got he;\n Said, Fa me life, or fa me death,\n Now to some town I maun be.\n\n 2\n He\u2019s put on his short claiding,\n And on his short claiding put he;\n Says, Fa me life, or fa me death,\n Now to Perth-town I maun be.\n\n 3\n He steped oer the river Tay,\n I wat he steped on dry land;\n He was aware of a well-fared maid,\n Was washing there her lilie hands.\n\n 4\n \u2018What news, what news, ye well-fared maid?\n What news hae ye this day to me?\u2019\n \u2018No news, no news, ye gentle knight,\n No news hae I this day to thee,\n But fifteen lords in the hostage-house\n Waiting Wallace for to see.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018If I had but in my pocket\n The worth of one single pennie,\n I would go to the hostage-house,\n And there the gentlemen to see.\u2019\n\n 6\n She put her hand in her pocket,\n And she has pulld out half-a-crown;\n Says, Take ye that, ye belted knight,\n \u2018Twill pay your way till ye come down.\n\n 7\n As he went from the well-fared maid,\n A beggar bold I wat met he,\n Was coverd wi a clouted cloak,\n And in his hand a trusty tree.\n\n 8\n \u2018What news, what news, ye silly auld man?\n What news hae ye this day to gie?\u2019\n \u2018No news, no news, ye belted knight,\n No news hae I this day to thee,\n But fifteen lords in the hostage-house\n Waiting Wallace for to see.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Ye\u2019ll lend me your clouted cloak,\n That covers you frae head to shie,\n And I\u2019ll go to the hostage-house,\n Asking there for some supplie.\u2019\n\n 10\n Now he\u2019s gone to the West-muir wood,\n And there he\u2019s pulld a trusty tree;\n And then he\u2019s on to the hostage gone,\n Asking there for charitie.\n\n 11\n Down the stair the captain comes,\n Aye the poor man for to see:\n \u2018If ye be a captain as good as ye look,\n Ye\u2019ll give a poor man some supplie;\n If ye be a captain as good as ye look,\n A guinea this day ye\u2019ll gie to me.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Where were ye born, ye crooked carle?\n Where were ye born, in what countrie?\u2019\n \u2018In fair Scotland I was born,\n Crooked carle that I be.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018I would give you fifty pounds,\n Of gold and white monie,\n I would give you fifty pounds,\n If the traitor Wallace ye\u2019d let me see.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Tell down your money,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n \u2018Tell down your money, if it be good;\n I\u2019m sure I have it in my power,\n And never had a better bode.\n\n 15\n \u2018Tell down your money,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n \u2018And let me see if it be fine;\n I\u2019m sure I have it in my power\n To bring the traitor Wallace in.\u2019\n\n 16\n The money was told on the table,\n Silver bright of pounds fiftie;\n \u2018Now here I stand,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n \u2018And what hae ye to say to me? \u2019\n\n 17\n He slew the captain where he stood,\n The rest they did quack an roar;\n He slew the rest around the room,\n And askd if there were any more.\n\n 18\n \u2018Come, cover the table,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n \u2018Come, cover the table now, make haste;\n For it will soon be three lang days\n Sin I a bit o meat did taste.\u2019\n\n 19\n The table was not well covered,\n Nor yet was he set down to dine,\n Till fifteen more of the English lords\n Surrounded the house where he was in.\n\n 20\n The guidwife she ran but the floor,\n And aye the guidman he ran ben;\n From eight o clock till four at noon\n He has killd full thirty men.\n\n 21\n He put the house in sick a swither\n That five o them he sticket dead,\n Five o them he drownd in the river,\n And five hung in the West-muir wood.\n\n 22\n Now he is on to the North-Inch gone,\n Where the maid was washing tenderlie;\n \u2018Now by my sooth,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n \u2018It\u2019s been a sair day\u2019s wark to me.\u2019\n\n 23\n He\u2019s put his hand in his pocket,\n And he has pulld out twenty pounds;\n Says, Take ye that, ye weel-fared maid,\n For the gude luck of your half-crown.\n\n\n G\n\n The Thistle of Scotland, Alexander Laing, p. 100, from the\n repetition of an old gentlewoman in Aberdeenshire. Also Motherwell\u2019s\n MS., p. 487, communicated by Peter Buchan of Peterhead, \u201cwho had it\n from an old woman in that neighborhood.\u201d\n\n 1\n Woud ye hear of William Wallace,\n An sek him as he goes,\n Into the lan of Lanark,\n Amang his mortel faes?\n\n 2\n There was fyften English sogers\n Unto his ladie cam,\n Said, Gie us William Wallace,\n That we may have him slain.\n\n 3\n Woud ye gie William Wallace,\n That we may have him slain,\n And ye\u2019s be wedded to a lord,\n The best in Christendeem.\n\n 4\n \u2018This verra nicht at seven,\n Brave Wallace will come in,\n And he\u2019ll come to my chamber-door,\n Without or dread or din.\u2019\n\n 5\n The fyften English sogers\n Around the house did wait,\n And four brave southron foragers\n Stood hie upon the gait.\n\n 6\n That verra nicht at seven\n Brave Wallace he came in,\n And he came to his ladie\u2019s bouir,\n Withouten dread or din.\n\n 7\n When she beheld him Wallace,\n She star\u2019d him in the face;\n \u2018Ohon, alas!\u2019 said that ladie,\n \u2018This is a woful case.\n\n 8\n \u2018For I this nicht have sold you,\n This nicht you must be taen,\n And I\u2019m to be wedded to a lord,\n The best in Christendeem.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Do you repent,\u2019 said Wallace,\n \u2018The ill you\u2019ve dane to me?\u2019\n \u2018Ay, that I do,\u2019 said that ladie,\n \u2018And will do till I die.\n\n 10\n \u2018Ay, that I do,\u2019 said that ladie,\n \u2018And will do ever still,\n And for the ill I\u2019ve dane to you,\n Let me burn upon a hill.\u2019\n\n 11\n Now God forfend,\u2019 says brave Wallace,\n \u2018I shoud be so unkind;\n Whatever I am to Scotland\u2019s faes,\n I\u2019m aye a woman\u2019s friend.\n\n 12\n \u2018Will ye gie me your gown, your gown,\n Your gown but and your kirtle,\n Your petticoat of bonny brown,\n And belt about my middle?\n\n 13\n \u2018I\u2019ll take a pitcher in ilka hand,\n And do me to the well;\n They\u2019ll think I\u2019m one of your maidens,\n Or think it is yoursell.\u2019\n\n 14\n She has gien him her gown, her gown,\n Her petticoat and kirtle,\n Her broadest belt, wi silver clasp,\n To bind about his middle.\n\n 15\n He\u2019s taen a pitcher in ilka hand,\n And dane him to the well;\n They thought him one of her maidens,\n They kend it was nae hersell.\n\n 16\n Said one of the southron foragers,\n See ye yon lusty dame?\n I woud nae gie muckle to thee, neebor,\n To bring her back agen.\n\n 17\n Then all the southrons followd him,\n And sure they were but four;\n But he has drawn his trusty brand,\n And slew them pair by pair.\n\n 18\n He threw the pitchers frae his hands,\n And to the hills fled he,\n Until he cam to a fair may,\n Was washin on yon lea.\n\n 19\n \u2018What news, what news, ye weel-far\u2019d may?\n What news hae ye to gie?\u2019\n \u2018Ill news, ill news,\u2019 the fair may said,\n \u2018Ill news I hae to thee.\n\n 20\n \u2018There is fyften English sogers\n Into that thatched inn,\n Seeking Sir William Wallace;\n I fear that he is slain.\u2019\n\n 21\n \u2018Have ye any money in your pocket?\n Pray lend it unto me,\n And when I come this way again,\n Repaid ye weel shall be.\u2019\n\n 22\n She\u015b put her hand in her pocket,\n And taen out shillings three;\n He turnd him right and round about,\n And thankd the weel-far\u2019d may.\n\n 23\n He had not gone a long rig length,\n A rig length and a span,\n Until he met a bold beggar,\n As sturdy as coud gang.\n\n 24\n \u2018What news, what news, ye bold beggar?\n What news hae ye to gie?\u2019\n \u2018O heavy news,\u2019 the beggar said,\n \u2018I hae to tell to thee.\n\n 25\n \u2018There is fyften English sogers,\n I heard them in yon inn,\n Vowing to kill him Wallace;\n I fear the chief is slain.\u2019\n\n 26\n \u2018Will ye change apparell wi me, auld man?\n Change your apparell for mine?\n And when I come this way again,\n Ye\u2019ll be my ain poor man.\u2019\n\n 27\n When he got on the beggar\u2019s coat,\n The pike-staff in his hand,\n He\u2019s dane him down to yon tavern,\n Where they were drinking wine.\n\n 28\n \u2018What news, what news, ye staff-beggar?\n What news hae ye to gie?\u2019\n \u2018I hae nae news, I heard nae news,\n As few I\u2019ll hae frae thee.\u2019\n\n 29\n \u2018I think your coat is ragged, auld man;\n But woud you wages win,\n And tell where William Wallace is,\n We\u2019ll lay gold in your hand.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018Tell down, tell down your good red gold,\n Upon the table-head,\n And ye sall William Wallace see,\n Wi the down-come of Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n 31\n They had nae tauld the money down,\n And laid it on his knee,\n When candles, lamps, and candlesticks,\n He on the floor gard flee.\n\n 32\n And he has drawn his trusty brand,\n And slew them one by one,\n Then sat down at the table-head,\n And called for some wine.\n\n 33\n The goodwife she ran but, ran but,\n The goodman he ran ben,\n The verra bairns about the fire\n Were a\u2019like to gang brain.\n\n 34\n \u2018Now if there be a Scotsman here,\n He\u2019ll come and drink wi me;\n But if there be an English loun,\n It is his time to flee.\u2019\n\n 35\n The goodman was an Englishman,\n And to the hills he ran;\n The goodwife was a Scots woman,\n And she came to his hand.\n\n\n H\n\n Buchan\u2019s Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 226.\n\n 1\n Wallace wight, upon a night,\n Came riding oer the linn,\n And he is to his leman\u2019s bower,\n And tirld at the pin.\n\n 2\n \u2018O sleep ye, wake ye, lady?\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Ye\u2019ll rise, lat me come in.\u2019\n \u2018O wha\u2019s this at my bower-door,\n That knocks, and knows my name? \u2019\n \u2018My name is William Wallace,\n Ye may my errand ken.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018The truth to you I will rehearse,\n The secret I\u2019ll unfold;\n Into your enmies\u2019 hands this night\n I fairly hae you sold.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018If that be true ye tell to me,\n Do ye repent it sair?\u2019\n \u2018O that I do,\u2019 she said, \u2018dear Wallace,\n And will do evermair!\n\n 5\n \u2018The English did surround my house,\n And forced me theretill;\n But for your sake, my dear Wallace,\n I coud burn on a hill.\u2019\n\n 6\n Then he gae her a loving kiss,\n The tear droppd frae his ee;\n Says, Fare ye well for evermair,\n Your face nae mair I\u2019ll see.\n\n 7\n She dressd him in her ain claithing,\n And frae her house he came;\n Which made the Englishmen admire,\n To see this stalwart dame.\n\n 8\n He is to Saint Johnston gane,\n And there he playd him well;\n For there he saw a well-far\u2019d may,\n Was washing at a well.\n\n 9\n \u2018What news, what news, ye well-far\u2019d may?\n What news hae ye to me?\n What news, what news, ye well-far\u2019d may,\n All from your north countrie?\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018See ye not yon tavern-house,\n That stands on yonder plain?\n This very day have landet in it\n Full fifteen Englishmen;\n\n 11\n \u2018In search of Wallace, our dear champion,\n Ordaining that he shoud dee.\u2019\n \u2018Then on my troth,\u2019 said Wallace wight,\n \u2018These Englishmen I\u2019se see.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n 2^3. was not war. #F# 3 _has_ wasna aware. #B#, #C#, _have the\n obviously right reading_.\n\n 5^1. Wallace then. _Maidment_, there.\n\n 5^4. _Maidment_, ouer good.\n\n 10^1. _Maidment_, When come.\n\n 10^2. quoth he be here.\n\n 12^4. _Maidment_, should we.\n\n#B.#\n\n 8^2. oer a stree. Stree _is glossed by Lambe as_ stick, _but this\n is impossible: the_ s _was induced by the_ s _in_ staff _above_.\n\n 10^3, 12^1. Oh.\n\n 11^1. root of his sword _simply from ignorance of the meaning of\n the_ rood, _by which the captain swears in #A# 12_; rood of his\n sword _is hardly to be thought of_.\n\n 12^2. A word _for_ A wat. _See_ #D# 14^4.\n\n 16^{3,4}. _Corrupted: the words should be Wallace\u2019s._ _Cf._ #C#\n 12.\n\n#C.#\n\n 9^2. meal: _perhaps_ meat.\n\n#D.#\n\n 1^2. _Var._ (_or gloss_), his ain.\n\n 2^1. went _changed to_ gaed (_for rhyme?_).\n\n 9^4. _Var._ with angry jeer.\n\n#E.#\n\n 2^3. gin he. _A. Fisher says that lines are wanting, and has\n supplied two after 7^2 (making a stanza of 7^{3,4}, 8^{1,2}, and\n leaving 8^{3,4} as a half stanza) and two after 10^2 (leaving\n 10^{3,4} as the second half of another stanza). The arrangement\n here adopted is in conformity with that of the other copies._\n\n#F.#\n\n 3^3. wasna.\n\n 22^1. Insch.\n\n#G.#\n\n _Buchan\u2019s variations._\n\n 2^3. And _for_ Said.\n\n 3^4. Christendeen.\n\n 9^2, 10^3, 15^2, 27^3. done.\n\n 10^4. on a.\n\n 12^1. me _wanting_.\n\n 20^2. I heard them in yon inn.\n\n 21^1. you.\n\n 32^2. ane by ane.\n\n\n\n\n 158\n\n HUGH SPENCER\u2019S FEATS IN FRANCE\n\n #A.# \u2018Hugh Spencer,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 281; Hales and Furnivall, II, 290.\n\n #B.# \u2018Hugh Spencer,\u2019 Percy Papers, communicated by the Duchess Dowager\n of Portland.\n\n #C.# Dr Joseph Robertson\u2019s Journal of Excursions, No 4.\n\n\nThe king of England, #A#, #B#, sends Hugh Spencer as ambassador to\nFrance, to know whether there is to be peace or war between the two\nlands. Spencer takes with him a hundred men-at-arms, #A#; twenty ships,\n#B#. The French king, Charles, #A# 30, declares for war, #A#, #C#; says\nthat the last time peace was broken it was not along of him, #B#. The\nqueen, Maude, #B# 9, is indignant that the king should parley with\ntraitors, #A#, with English shepherds, #B#. She proposes to Spencer a\njoust with one of her knights. The Englishman has no jousting-horse.\nThree horses are brought out for him, all of which he rejects, #A#, #B#;\nin #C#, two. In #A# he calls for his old hack which he had brought over\nsea; in #B#, #C#, he accepts a fourth [third], a fiery-eyed black.\nSpencer breaks his spear, a French shaft, upon his antagonist; three\nspears [two] are tied together to make something strong enough for him\nto wield. He unhorses the Frenchman, then rides through the French camp\nand kills some thirteen or fourteen score of King Charles\u2019s men, #A#.\nThe king says he will have his head, #A#, with some provocation\ncertainly; the queen says as much in #B#, though Spencer has only killed\nher champion in fair fight. Spencer has but four true brethren left, #A#\n33; we are not told what had become of the rest of his hundred. With\nthese, or, in #B#, with two, he makes a stand against the royal guard,\nand kills scores of them. The French king begs him to hold his hand, #A#\n34, #B# 35. There shall never be war with England while peace may be\nkept, #A#; he shall take back with him all the ships he brought,\n#B#.[150]\n\nHugh is naturally turned into a Scotsman in the Scottish version, #C#.\nThe shepherd\u2019s son that he is matched with, 7, 15, is explained by\ntraditional comment to be the queen\u2019s cousin.\n\nThese feats of Hugh Spencer do not outstrip those of the Breton knight\nLes Aubrays, when dealing with the French, Luzel, I, 286\u2013305, II,\n564\u2013581; nor is his _fanfaronnerie_ much beyond that of Harry Fifth. The\nBreton knight was explicitly helped by St Anne, but then Spencer and\nHarry have God and St George to borrow.\n\nLiebrecht well remarks, G\u00f6ttinger Gelehrte Anzeigen, 1868, p. 1900, that\nSpencer\u2019s rejecting the three French horses and preferring his old hack\nis a characteristically traditional trait, and like what we read of\nWalter of Aquitania in the continuation of his story in the chronicle of\nthe cloister of Novalesa. After Walter, in his old age, had entered this\nmonastery, he was deputed to obtain redress for a serious depredation on\nthe property of the brethren. Asking the people of the cloister whether\nthey have a horse serviceable for fight in case of necessity, he is told\nthat there are good strong cart-horses at his disposal. He has these\nbrought out, mounts one and another, and condemns all. He then inquires\nwhether the old steed which he had brought with him is still alive. It\nis, but very old, and only used to carry corn to the mill. \u201cLet me see\nhim,\u201d says Walter, and, mounting, cries, \u201cOh, this horse has not\nforgotten what I taught him in my younger days.\u201d Grimm u. Schmeller,\nLateinische Gedichte des X. u. XI. Jahrhunderts, p. 109. See \u2018Tom\nPotts,\u2019 II, 441.[151]\n\nOf the many Hugh Spensers if we select the younger of the favorites of\nEdward II, his exploits, had they any foundation in reality, would\nnecessarily fall between 1322, when Charles IV came to the French\nthrone, and 1326, when the Spensers, father and son, ended their career.\nThe French king says in #B# 8 that Spenser had sunk his ships and slain\nhis men. Hugh Spenser the younger (both, according to Knyghton, col.\n2539, but the father was a very old man) was engaged in piracy in 1321.\nThe quarrel between Edward II and Charles IV, touching the English\npossessions in France, was temporarily arranged in 1325, but not through\nthe mediation of the younger Spenser, who never was sent on an embassy\nto France. Another Sir Hugh Spenser was a commander in the Earl of\nArundel\u2019s fleet in the operations against the French in Charles VI\u2019s\ntime, 1387, and was taken prisoner in consequence of his ship grounding:\nKnyghton, col. 2693; Nicolas, History of the Royal Navy, II, 322f. No\none of the three queens of Charles IV bore the name of Maude, which is\nassigned to the French queen in #B#, neither did the queen of Charles\nVI.\n\n\n A\n\n Percy MS., p. 281; Hales and Furnivall, II, 290.\n\n 1\n The court is kept att leeue London,\n And euermore shall be itt;\n The K_ing_ sent for a bold embassador,\n And S_i_r Hugh Spencer _tha_t he hight.\n\n 2\n \u2018Come hither, Spencer,\u2019 saith our kinge,\n \u2018And come thou hither vnto mee;\n I must make thee an embassadour\n Betweene the k_ing_ of Ffrance and mee.\n\n 3\n \u2018Thou must comend me to the k_ing_ of Ffrance,\n And tell him thus and now ffrom mee,\n I wold know whether there shold be peace in his land,\n Or open warr kept still must bee.\n\n 4\n \u2018Thou\u2019st haue thy shipp at thy comande,\n Thou\u2019st neither want for gold nor ffee;\n Thou\u2019st haue a hundred armed men,\n All att thy bidding ffor to bee.\u2019\n\n 5\n The wind itt serued, and they sayled,\n And towards Ffrance thus they be gone;\n The wind did bring them safe to shore,\n And safelye landed euerye one.\n\n 6\n The Ffrenchmen lay on the castle-wall,\n The English souldiers to behold:\n \u2018You are welcome, traitors, out of England;\n The heads of you are bought and sold.\u2019\n\n 7\n W_i_th _tha_t spake proud Spencer:\n My leege, soe itt may not bee;\n I am sent an embassador\n Ffrom our English king to yee.\n\n 8\n The k_ing_ of England greetes you well,\n And hath sent this word by mee;\n He wold know whether there shold be peace in yo_u_r land,\n Or open warres kept still must bee.\n\n 9\n \u2018Comend me to the English kinge,\n And tell this now ffrom mee;\n There shall neuer peace be kept in my land\n While open warres kept there may bee.\u2019\n\n 10\n W_i_th _tha_t came downe the queene of Ffrance,\n And an angry woman then was shee;\n Saies, Itt had beene as ffitt now for a k_ing_\n To be in his chamber w_i_th his ladye,\n Then to be pleading w_i_th traitors out of England,\n Kneeling low vppon their knee.\n\n 11\n But then bespake him proud Spencer,\n For noe man else durst speake but hee:\n You haue not wiped yo_u_r mouth, madam,\n Since I heard you tell a lye.\n\n 12\n \u2018O hold thy tounge, Spencer!\u2019 shee said,\n \u2018I doe not come to plead with thee;\n Darest thou ryde a course of warr\n W_i_th a knight _tha_t I shall put to thee?\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018But eu_er_ alacke!\u2019 then Spencer sayd,\n \u2018I thinke I haue deserued Gods cursse;\n Ffor I haue not any armour heere,\n Nor yett I haue noe iusting-horsse.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Thy shankes,\u2019 q_uo_th shee, \u2018beneath the knee\n Are verry small aboue the shinne\n Ffor to doe any such hon_oura_blle deeds\n As the Englishmen say thou has done.\n\n 15\n \u2018Thy shankes beene small aboue thy shoone,\n And soe the beene aboue thy knee;\n Thou art to slender euery way\n Any good iuster ffor to bee.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018But euer alacke,\u2019 said Spencer then,\n \u2018For one steed of the English countrye!\u2019\n W_i_th _tha_t bespake and one Ffrench knight,\n This day thou\u2019st haue the choyce of three.\n\n 17\n The first steed he ffeiched out,\n I-wis he was milke-white;\n The ffirst ffoot Spencer in stirropp sett,\n His backe did from his belly tyte.\n\n 18\n The second steed _tha_t he ffeitcht out,\n I-wis _tha_t hee was verry browne;\n The second ffoot Spencer in stirropp settt,\n _Tha_t horsse and man and all ffell downe.\n\n 19\n The third steed _tha_t hee ffeitched out,\n I-wis _tha_t he was verry blacke;\n The third ffoote Spencer into the stirropp sett,\n He leaped on to the geldings backe.\n\n 20\n \u2018But eu_er_ alacke,\u2019 said Spencer then,\n \u2018For one good steed of the English countrye!\n Goe ffeitch me hither my old hacneye,\n _Tha_t I brought w_i_th me hither beyond the sea.\u2019\n\n 21\n But when his hackney there was brought,\n Spencer a merry man there was hee;\n Saies, W_i_th the grace of God and St George of England,\n The ffeild this day shall goe w_i_th mee.\n\n 22\n \u2018I haue not fforgotten,\u2019 Spencer sayd,\n \u2018Since there was ffeild foughten att Walsingam,\n When the horsse did heare the trumpetts sound,\n He did beare ore both horsse and man.\u2019\n\n 23\n The day was sett, and togetther they mett,\n W_i_th great mirth and melodye,\n W_i_th minstrells playing, and trumpetts soundinge,\n W_i_th drumes striking loud and hye.\n\n 24\n The ffirst race that Spencer run,\n I-wis hee run itt wonderous sore;\n He [hitt] the knight vpon his brest,\n But his speare itt burst, and wold touch noe more.\n\n 25\n \u2018But euer alacke,\u2019 said Spencer then,\n \u2018For one staffe of the English countrye!\n W_i_thout you\u2019le bind me three together,\u2019\n Q_uo_th hee, \u2018they\u2019le be to weake ffor mee.\u2019\n\n 26\n W_i_th _tha_t bespake him the Ffrench knight,\n Sayes, Bind him together the whole thirtye,\n For I haue more strenght in my to hands\n Then is in all Spencers bodye.\n\n 27\n \u2018But proue att p_ar_ting,\u2019 Spencer sayes,\n \u2018Ffrench knight, here I tell itt thee;\n For I will lay thee five to four\n The bigger man I proue to bee.\u2019\n\n 28\n But the day was sett, and together they mett,\n W_i_th great mirth and melodye,\n W_i_th minstrells playing, and trumpetts soundinge,\n W_i_th drummes strikeing loud and hye.\n\n 29\n The second race _tha_t Spencer run,\n I-wis hee ridd itt in much pride,\n And he hitt the knight vpon the brest,\n And draue him ore his horsse beside.\n\n 30\n But he run thorrow the Ffrench campe;\n Such a race was neu_e_r run beffore;\n He killed of K_ing_ Charles his men\n Att hand of thirteen or fourteen score.\n\n 31\n But he came backe againe to the K[ing],\n And kneeled him downe vpon his knee;\n Saies, A knight I haue slaine, and a steed I haue woone,\n The best _tha_t is in this countrye.\n\n 32\n \u2018But nay, by my faith,\u2019 then said the K_ing_,\n \u2018Spencer, soe itt shall not bee;\n I\u2019le haue _tha_t traitors head of thine,\n To enter plea att my iollye.\u2019\n\n 33\n But Spencer looket him once about,\n He had true bretheren left but four;\n He killed ther of the K_ing_s gard\n About twelve or thirteen score.\n\n 34\n \u2018But hold thy hands,\u2019 the K_ing_ doth say,\n \u2018Spencer, now I doe pray thee;\n And I will goe into litle England,\n Vnto _tha_t cruell kinge w_i_th thee.\u2019\n\n 35\n \u2018Nay, by my ffaith,\u2019 Spencer sayd,\n \u2018My leege, for soe itt shall not bee;\n For an you sett ffoot on English ground,\n You shall be hanged vpon a tree.\u2019\n\n 36\n \u2018Why then, comend [me] to _tha_t Englishe kinge,\n And tell him thus now ffrom mee,\n _Tha_t there shall neu_er_ be open warres kept in my land\n Whilest peace kept _tha_t there may bee.\u2019\n\n\n B\n\n Percy Papers: communicated by the Duchess Dowager of Portland.\n\n 1\n Our king lay at Westminst_e_r,\n as oft times he had done,\n And he sent for Hugh Spencer,\n to come to him anon.\n\n 2\n Then in came Hugh Spencer,\n low kneeling on his knee:\n \u2018What\u2019s the matter, my liege,\n you sent so speedily for me?\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018Why you must go ambassadour\n to France now, to see\n Whether peace shall be taken,\n aye, or open wars must be.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018Who shall go with me?\u2019\n says Hugh Spencer, he:\n \u2018That shall Hugh Willoughby\n and John of Atherly.\u2019\n \u2018O then,\u2019 says Hugh Spencer,\n \u2018we\u2019ll be a merry company.\u2019\n\n 5\n When they came before the French king,\n they kneeled low on the knee:\n \u2018O rise up, and stand up,\n whose men soer you be.\u2019\n\n 6\n The first that made answer\n was Hugh Spencer, he:\n \u2018We are English ambassad_ou_rs,\n come hither to see\n Whether peace shall be taken,\n aye, or open wars must be.\u2019\n\n 7\n Then spoke the French king,\n and he spoke courteously:\n The last time peace was broken,\n it was neer along of me.\n\n 8\n For you sunk my ships, slew my men,\n and thus did ye;\n And the last time peace was broken,\n it was neer along of me.\n\n 9\n Then in came Queen Maude,\n and full as ill was she:\n \u2018A chamber of presence\n is better for thee,\n Then amongst English shepherds,\n low bending on the knee.\u2019\n\n 10\n The first that made answer\n was Hugh Spencer, he:\n \u2018We are no English shepherds,\n Queen Maude, I tell thee,\n But we\u2019re knights, and knights fellows,\n the worst man in our company.\u2019\n\n 11\n O then spoke Queen Maude,\n and full as ill was she:\n Thou shouldst be Hugh Spencer,\n thou talkst so boldly.\n\n 12\n And if thou beest Hugh Spencer,\n as well thou seemst to be,\n I\u2019ve oft heard of thy justling,\n and some of it would fain see.\n\n 13\n I have a steed in my stable\n that thou canst not ride;\n I have a spear in my keeping\n that thou canst not guide;\n And I have a knight in my realm\n that thou darest not abide.\n\n 14\n Then Spencer askd Willoughby\n and John of Atherly\n Whether he should take this justling in hand,\n aye, or let it be.\n\n 15\n O then spoke Hugh Willoughby\n and John of Atherly:\n If you won\u2019t take it [in] hand,\n why turn it unto we.\n\n 16\n \u2018It shall neer be said in England,\u2019\n says Hugh Spencer, he,\n \u2018That I refused a good justling\n and turned it to ye.\n\n 17\n \u2018Alas,\u2019 says Hugh Spencer,\n \u2018full sore may I moan,\n I have nought here but an ambler,\n my good steed\u2019s at home.\u2019\n\n 18\n Then spoke a French knight,\n and he spoke courteously:\n I have thirty steeds in my stables,\n the best of them take to thee.\n\n 19\n \u2018Gramercy,\u2019 says Spencer,\n \u2018aye, and gramercy;\n If eer thou comest to England,\n well rewarded shalt thou be.\u2019\n\n 20\n The first steed they brought him,\n he was a milk-white:\n \u2018Take that away,\u2019 says Spencer,\n \u2018for I do not him like.\u2019\n\n 21\n The next steed they brought him,\n he was a good dun:\n \u2018Take that away,\u2019 says Spencer,\n \u2018for he\u2019s not for my turn.\u2019\n\n 22\n The next steed they brought him,\n he was a dapple-grey:\n \u2018Take that away,\u2019 says Spencer,\n \u2018for he is not used to the way.\u2019\n\n 23\n The next steed they brought him,\n he was a coal-black;\n His eyes burnt in his head,\n as if fire were in flax;\n \u2018Come saddle me that horse,\u2019 says Spencer,\n \u2018for I\u2019ll have none but that.\u2019\n\n 24\n When that horse was saddled,\n and Spencer got on,\n With his spear at his foot,\n O he was portly man!\n\n 25\n \u2018Now I am on that steede-back\n that I could not ride,\n That spear in my keeping\n that I could not guide,\n Come shew me that French knight\n that I dare not abide.\u2019\n\n 26\n \u2018It is a sign by thy sharp shin,\n ay, and thy cropped knee,\n That you are no fit match\n to justle with me:\u2019\n \u2018Why it makes no matter,\u2019 says Spencer,\n \u2018you hear no brags of me.\u2019\n\n 27\n The first time they rode together,\n now Sir Hugh and he,\n He turnd him in his saddle\n like an apple on a tree.\n\n 28\n The next time they rode together,\n now Sir Hugh and he,\n He lit upon his breast-plate,\n and he broke his spear in three.\n\n 29\n \u2018A spear now,\u2019 says Spencer,\n \u2018a spear now get me:\u2019\n \u2018Thou shalt have one,\u2019 says Willoughby,\n \u2018if in France one there be.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018O tye two together,\n and the stronger they\u2019l be,\n For the French is the better,\n and the better shall be:\u2019\n \u2018Why it makes no matter,\u2019 says Spencer,\n \u2018you hear no brags of me.\u2019\n\n 31\n The next time they rode together,\n now Sir Hugh and he,\n He threw him fifteen foot from his saddle,\n and he broke his back in three:\n \u2018Now I have slain thy justler,\n Queen Maude, I tell thee.\u2019\n\n 32\n O then spoke Queen Maude,\n and full as ill was she:\n If thou\u2019st slain my justler,\n by the Kings laws thou\u2019st dye.\n\n 33\n \u2018It shall neer be said in England,\u2019\n says Hugh Spencer, he;\n \u2018It shall neer be said in England,\u2019\n says Hugh Willoughby;\n\n 34\n \u2018It shall neer be said in England,\u2019\n says John of Atherly,\n \u2018That a queen of another nation\n eer had her will of we.\u2019\n\n 35\n They laid their heads together,\n and their backs to the wall;\n There were four score of the Queen\u2019s guards,\n and they slew them all.\n\n 36\n Then spoke the French king,\n and he spoke courteously:\n O hold thy hand, Spencer,\n I dearly pray thee.\n\n 37\n Thou art sharp as thy spear,\n and as fierce as thy steed,\n And the stour of thy lilly-white hand\n makes my heart bleed.\n\n 38\n Thou hadst twenty ships hither,\n thou\u2019st have twenty away;\n Then hold thy hand, Spencer,\n I dearly thee pray.\n\n\n C\n\n Dr Joseph Robertson\u2019s Journal of Excursions, No 4; taken down from a\n man in the parish of Leochel, Aberdeenshire, 12 February, 1829.\n\n 1\n It fell about the Martinmas time\n The wind blew loud and cauld,\n And all the knichts of fair Scotland\n They drew them to sum hald.\n\n 2\n Unless it was him young Sir Hugh,\n And he beet to sail the sea,\n Wi a letter between twa kings, to see an they\n wald lat down the wars,\n And live and lat them be.\n\n 3\n On Friday shipped he, and lang\n Ere Wodensday at noon\n In fair France landed he,\n . . . . . . .\n\n 4\n He fell down before the King,\n On his bare knees:\n \u2018Gude mak ye safe and soun;\u2019\n \u2018Fat news o your contrie?\u2019 he says.\n\n 5\n \u2018The news o our countrie,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Is but news brought over the sea,\n To see an ye\u2019ll lat down the wars,\n And live and lat them be.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Deed no,\u2019 he says;\n \u2018I\u2019m but an auld man indeed,\n But I\u2019ll no lat down the wars,\n And live and lat them be.\u2019\n\n 7\n It\u2019s out it spak the Queen hersel: I have a shepherd\u2019s sin\n Would fight an hour wi you;\n \u2018And by my seeth,\u2019 says young Sir Hugh,\n \u2018That sight fain would I see.\u2019\n\n 8\n The firsten steed that he drew out,\n He was the penny-gray;\n He wad hae ridden oer meel or mor\n A leve-lang summer\u2019s day.\n\n 9\n O girths they brak, and great horse lap,\n But still sat he on he:\n \u2018A girth, a girth,\u2019 says young Sir Hugh,\n \u2018A girth for charity!\u2019\n \u2018O every girth that you shall have,\n Its gude lord shall hae three.\u2019\n\n 10\n The nexten steed that he drew out,\n He was the penny-brown;\n He wad hae ridden oer meel or mor\n As ever the dew drap down.\n\n 11\n O bridles brak, and great horse lap,\n But still sat he on he:\n \u2018A bridle, a bridle,\u2019 says young Sir Hugh,\n \u2018A bridle for charitie!\u2019\n \u2018O every bridle that you shall have,\n And its gude lord shall have three.\u2019\n\n 12\n The nexten steed that he drew out\n He was the raven-black;\n His een was glancin in his head\n Like wild-fire in a slack;\n \u2018Get here a boy,\u2019 says young Sir Hugh,\n \u2018Cast on the saddle on that.\u2019\n\n 13\n O brands there brak, and great horse lap,\n But still sat he on he:\n \u2018A brand, a brand,\u2019 says young Sir Hugh,\n \u2018A brand for charitie!\u2019\n \u2018O every brand that you sall have,\n And its gude lord sall have three.\u2019\n\n 14\n He gave him a dep unto the heart,\n And over the steed fell he:\n \u2018I rather had gane you money,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018And free lands too,\n That ye had foughten an hour wi him,\n And than had latten him be.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018If ye hae ony mair shepherd\u2019s sins,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Or cooks i your kitchie,\n Or ony mair dogs to fell,\n Ye\u2019ll bring them here to me;\n And gin they be a true-hearted Scotsman,\n They\u2019ll no be scorned by thee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n 4^3. 100.\n\n 5^{1,3}. They.\n\n 6^1. walls? _There is a tag at the end of this word in the MS.\n Furnivall._\n\n 16^4. of 3.\n\n 17^4. _MS._, tylpe, _with the_ l _crossed at top. Furnivall_.\n\n 18^{1,3}. 2[d .].\n\n 18^2. _I should read_ berry-browne _were it not for_ verry blacke\n _in 19^2_.\n\n 19^{1,3}. 3[d .].\n\n 25^3. 3.\n\n 26^2. 30^{tye}.\n\n 27^3. 5 to 4.\n\n 29^1. 2[d .].\n\n 30^4. 13 or 14.\n\n 32^4. _No emendation of this unintelligible line occurs to me._\n\n 33^2. 4.\n\n 33^3. therof.\n\n 33^4. 2 or 3: _cf._ 30^4, _and observe the metre_.\n\n 35^3. for on: seitt _or_ settt.\n\n And _for_ & _always_.\n\n#C.#\n\n 14^4. too: _pronounced_ tee.\n\n 15. The shepherd\u2019s son was the Queen\u2019s own son: _comment of the\n reciter_. _I do not understand the last two lines; indeed they\n are obviously corrupt._\n\n\n\n\n 159\n\n DURHAM FIELD\n\n \u2018Durham ffeilde,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 245; Hales and Furnivall, II, 190.\n\n\nWhile Edward Third was absent in France, and for the time engaged with\nthe siege of Calais, David Bruce, the young king of Scotland, at the\ninstance of Philip of Valois, but also because he \u201cyearned to see\nfighting,\u201d invaded England with a large army. Having taken by storm the\nBorder castle of Liddel, he was advised by William of Douglas to turn\nback, which, it was represented by Douglas, he could do with credit\nafter this success. Other lords said that Douglas had filled his bags,\nbut theirs were toom, and that the way lay open to London, for there\nwere no men left in England but souters, skinners, and traders.[152] The\nScots moved on to Durham, and encamped in a park not far from the town,\nin a bad position. In the mean while a powerful force had been collected\nby the northern nobility and the English churchmen, without the\nknowledge of the Scots. William of Douglas, going out to forage, rode\nstraight to the ground where his foes lay, and in the attempt to retreat\nlost five hundred of his men. King David drew up his army in three\ndivisions: one under his own command, another under the Earl of Murray\nand William Douglas, the third under the Steward of Scotland and the\nEarl of March. The operations of the Scots were impeded by the ditches\nand fences that traversed the ground on which they stood, and their\nsituation made them an almost helpless mark for the ten thousand archers\nof the English army. Murray\u2019s men were completely routed by a charge of\ncavalry, and their leader killed. The English then fell upon the King\u2019s\ndivision, which, after a desperate fight, was \u201cvanquished utterly.\u201d\nDavid, who had received two wounds from arrows, was taken prisoner by\nJohn Copland, \u201cby force, not yolden,\u201d after knocking out two of the\nEnglishman\u2019s teeth with a knife. Wyntoun\u2019s Chronykil, ed. Laing, II, 470\nff; Scotichronicon, ed. Goodall, II, 339 ff. The battle was fought on\nthe 17th of October, 1346.\n\nAccording to the English chronicle of Lanercost, John of Douglas,\n\u2018germanus domini Willelmi,\u2019 fought with the Earl of Murray in the first\nScottish division, and the Earl of Buchan was associated with King David\nin the command of the second. The English were also in three bodies. The\nleaders of the first were the Earl of Angus, \u2018inter omnes Angli\u00e6 nobilis\npersona,\u2019 Henry Percy, Ralph Neville, and Henry Scrope; the Archbishop\nof York led the second; Mowbray, Rokeby, and John of Copland were in the\nthird. Ed. Stevenson, pp. 349\u201351.\n\nDavid, in the ballad, proposes to himself nothing less than the conquest\nof England and the distribution of the territory among his chief men. He\nis not a youth of twenty-two; William Douglas has served him four and\nthirty years. Still he will brook no advice, and kills his own squire\nfor warning him of the danger of his enterprise. The Earl of Angus is to\nlead the van; but Angus, as we have seen, was engaged on the other side.\nThe title of Angus might have deceived the minstrel, but it was hardly\nto be expected that Neville should be turned into a Scot as he is in st.\n17. Angus, and also \u2018Vaughan,\u2019 that is Baughan, or Buchan,[153] are to\nbe in the king\u2019s coat-armor, sts 11, 13, imitating Blunt and the rest at\nShrewsbury, and the five false Richmonds at Bosworth. James[154] Douglas\noffers to lead the van, 14; so does William Douglas in 21. An Englishman\nwho does not know a Neville would surely not be very precise about a\nDouglas, and it must be conceded that the Douglases have not always been\nkept perfectly distinct by historians. James Douglas, whoever he may be\nsupposed to be, \u201cwent before;\u201d that is, he plays the part which belongs\nhistorically to the Knight of Liddesdale, loses all his men, and\nreturns, with an arrow in his thigh, to report that one Englishman is\nworth five Scots: 26\u201333.[155] But the Scots, even at that rate, have the\nadvantage, for a herald, sent out to reconnoitre, tells their king that\nthey are ten to one.\n\nThe commanders on the English side are the Bishop of Durham, Earl Percy,\nthe Archbishop of York, the Bishop of Carlisle, and \u201cLord\nFluwilliams.\u201d[156] The Bishop of Durham orders that no man shall fight\nbefore he has \u2018served his God,\u2019 and five hundred priests say mass in the\nfield who afterwards take part in the fray. (The monks of Durham,\nKnyghton tells us, had made terms with the Scots, and were to pay a\nthousand pounds for ransom-money the next day; and so, when they saw the\nScots yielding, they raised their voices in a Te Deum, which sounded to\nthe clouds and quickened the courage of the English.) The king of Scots\nis wounded by an arrow through his nose, and, stepping aside to bleed,\nis taken prisoner by John of Copland, whom he first smites angrily.\nCopland sets the king on a palfrey and leads him to London. King Edward,\nnewly arrived from France, asks him how he likes the shepherds, millers,\nand priests. There\u2019s not a yeoman in England, says David, but he is\nworth a Scottish knight. Aye, says King Edward, laughing, that is\nbecause you were fighting against the right. Shortly after this the\nBlack Prince brings the king of France captive from the field of\nPoitiers. Says David to John, Welcome, brother, but I would I had gone\nto Rome! And I, would I had gone to Jerusalem! replies John. Thus ends\nthe battle of Durham, fought, says the minstrel, on a morning of May,\nsts 27, 64, and within the same month as the battles of Cr\u00e9cy and\nPoitiers.[157] Though Poitiers was fought ten years after Durham, the\nking of Scots and the king of France no doubt met in London, for John\nwas taken thither in April, 1357, and David was not released from his\ncaptivity until the following November.\n\nStanza 18 affords us an upper limit for a date. Lord Hambleton is said\nto be of the king\u2019s kin full nigh. James Hamilton, the first lord,\nmarried the princess Mary, sister of James III, in 1474, and his\ndescendants were the next heirs to the throne after the Stewarts, whose\nline was for a time but barely kept up.\n\n\n 1\n Lordinges, listen, and hold you still;\n Hearken to me a litle;\n I shall you tell of the fairest battell\n _Tha_t eu_er_ in England beffell.\n\n 2\n For as it befell in Edward the Thirds dayes,\n In England, where he ware the crowne,\n Then all the cheefe chiualry of England\n They busked and made them bowne.\n\n 3\n They chosen all the best archers\n _Tha_t in England might be found,\n And all was to fight w_i_th the k_ing_ of Ffrance,\n W_i_thin a litle stounde.\n\n 4\n And when our k_ing_ was ou_er_ the water,\n And on the salt sea gone,\n Then tydings into Scotland came\n _Tha_t all England was gone.\n\n 5\n Bowes and arrowes they were all forth,\n At home was not left a man\n But shepards and millers both,\n And preists w_i_th shauen crownes.\n\n 6\n Then the k_ing_ of Scotts in a study stood,\n As he was a man of great might;\n He sware he wold hold his parlam_ent_ in leeue London,\n If he cold ryde there right.\n\n 7\n Then bespake a squ_ier_, of Scottland borne,\n And sayd, My leege, apace,\n Before you come to leeue London,\n Full sore you\u2019le rue _tha_t race.\n\n 8\n Ther beene bold yeomen in merry England,\n Husbandmen stiffe and strong;\n Sharpe swords they done weare,\n Bearen bowes and arrowes longe.\n\n 9\n The K_ing_ was angrye at that word;\n A long sword out hee drew,\n And there befor his royall companye\n His owne squier hee slew.\n\n 10\n Hard hansell had the Scottes _tha_t day,\n _Tha_t wrought them woe enoughe,\n For then durst not a Scott speake a word\n Ffor hanging att a boughe.\n\n 11\n \u2018The Earle of Anguish, where art thou?\n In my coate-armor thou shalt bee,\n And thou shalt lead the forward\n Thorrow the English countrye.\n\n 12\n \u2018Take thee Yorke,\u2019 then sayd the K_ing_,\n \u2018In stead wheras it doth stand;\n I\u2019le make thy eldest sonne after thee\n Heyre of all Northumberland.\n\n 13\n \u2018The Earle of Vaughan, where be yee?\n In my coate-armor thou shalt bee;\n The high Peak and Derbyshire\n I giue it thee to thy fee.\u2019\n\n 14\n Then came in famous Douglas,\n Saies, What shall my meede bee?\n And I\u2019le lead the vawward, lord,\n Thorow the English countrye.\n\n 15\n \u2018Take thee Worster,\u2019 sayd the K_ing_,\n \u2018Tuxburye, Killingworth, Burton vpon Trent;\n Doe thou not say another day\n But I haue giuen thee lands and rent.\n\n 16\n \u2018S_i_r Rich_ard_ of Edenborrow, where are yee?\n A wise man in this warr!\n I\u2019le giue thee Bristow and the shire\n The time _tha_t wee come there.\n\n 17\n \u2018My lo_rd_ Nevill, where beene yee?\n You must in this warres bee;\n I\u2019le giue thee Shrewsburye,\u2019 saies the K_ing_,\n \u2018And Couentrye faire and free.\n\n 18\n \u2018My lo_rd_ of Hambleton, where art thou?\n Thou art of my kin full nye;\n I\u2019le giue thee Lincolne and Lincolneshire,\n And _tha_t\u2019s enouge for thee.\u2019\n\n 19\n By then came in W_illia_m Douglas,\n As breeme as any bore;\n He kneeled him downe vpon his knees,\n In his hart he sighed sore.\n\n 20\n Saies, I haue serued you, my louelye leege,\n This thirty winters and four,\n And in the Marches betweene England and Scottland\n I haue beene wounded and beaten sore.\n\n 21\n For all the good service _tha_t I haue done,\n What shall my meed bee?\n And I will lead the vanward\n Thorrow the English countrye.\n\n 22\n \u2018Aske on, Douglas,\u2019 said the king,\n \u2018And granted it shall bee:\u2019\n \u2018Why then, I aske litle London,\u2019 saies Will_iam_ Douglas,\n \u2018Gotten giff _tha_t it bee.\u2019\n\n 23\n The K_ing_ was wrath, and rose away,\n Saies, Nay, _tha_t cannot bee!\n For _tha_t I will keepe for my cheefe chamber,\n Gotten if it bee.\n\n 24\n But take thee North Wales and Weschaster,\n The cuntrye all round about,\n And rewarded thou shalt bee,\n Of _tha_t take thou noe doubt.\n\n 25\n Fiue score k_nigh_ts he made on a day,\n And dubbd them with his hands;\n Rewarded them right worthilye\n W_i_th the townes in merry England.\n\n 26\n And when the fresh k_nigh_ts they were made,\n To battell the buske them bowne;\n Iames Douglas went before,\n And he thought to haue wonnen him shoone.\n\n 27\n But the were mett in a morning of May\n W_i_th the com_m_inaltye of litle England;\n But there scaped neu_er_ a man away,\n Through the might of Christ\u00ebs hand.\n\n 28\n But all onely Iames Douglas;\n In Durham in the ffeild\n An arrow stroke him in the thye;\n Fast flinge[s he] towards the K_ing_.\n\n 29\n The K_ing_ looked toward litle Durham,\n Saies, All things is not well!\n For Iames Dowglas beares an arrow in his thye,\n The head of it is of steele.\n\n 30\n \u2018How now Iames?\u2019 then said the K_ing_,\n \u2018How now, how may this bee?\n And where beene all thy merrymen\n That thou tooke hence with thee?\u2019\n\n 31\n \u2018But cease, my k_ing_,\u2019 saies Iames Douglas,\n \u2018Aliue is not left a man!\u2019\n \u2018Now by my faith,\u2019 saies the k_ing_ of Scottes,\n \u2018_Tha_t gate was euill gone.\n\n 32\n \u2018But I\u2019le reuenge thy quarrell well,\n And of _tha_t thou may be faine;\n For one Scott will beate fiue Englishmen,\n If the meeten them on the plaine.\u2019\n\n 33\n \u2018Now hold yo_u_r tounge,\u2019 saies Iames Douglas,\n \u2018For in faith _tha_t is not soe;\n For one English man is worth fiue Scotts,\n When they meeten together thoe.\n\n 34\n \u2018For they are as egar men to fight\n As a faulcon vpon a pray;\n Alas! if eu_er_ the winne the vanward,\n There scapes noe man away.\u2019\n\n 35\n \u2018O peace thy talking,\u2019 said the K_ing_,\n \u2018They bee but English knaues,\n But shepards and millers both,\n And preists w_i_th their staues.\u2019\n\n 36\n The K_ing_ sent forth one of his heralds of armes\n To vew the Englishmen:\n \u2018Be of good cheere,\u2019 the herald said,\n \u2018For against one wee bee ten.\u2019\n\n 37\n \u2018Who leades those ladds?\u2019 said the k_ing_ of Scottes,\n \u2018Thou herald, tell thou mee:\u2019\n The herald said, The Bishopp of Durham\n Is captaine of _tha_t companye.\n\n 38\n \u2018For the Bishopp hath spred the K_ing_\u2018s banner,\n And to battell he buskes him bowne:\u2019\n \u2018I sweare by St. Andrewes bones,\u2019 saies the K_ing_,\n \u2018I\u2019le rapp _tha_t preist on the crowne.\u2019\n\n 39\n The K_ing_ looked towards litle Durham,\n And _tha_t hee well beheld,\n _Tha_t the Earle Percy was well armed,\n W_i_th his battell-axe entred the feild.\n\n 40\n The K_ing_ looket againe towards litle Durham,\n Four ancyents there see hee;\n There were to standards, six in a valley,\n He cold not see them w_i_th his eye.\n\n 41\n My Lord of Yorke was one of them,\n My Lord of Carlile was the other,\n And my Lord Ffluwilliams,\n The one came w_i_th the other.\n\n 42\n The Bishopp of Durham com_m_anded his men,\n And shortlye he them bade,\n _Tha_t neu_er_ a man shold goe to the feild to fight\n Till he had serued his God.\n\n 43\n Fiue hundred preists said masse _tha_t day\n In Durham in the feild,\n And afterwards, as I hard say,\n They bare both speare and sheeld.\n\n 44\n The Bishopp of Durham orders himselfe to fight,\n W_i_th his battell-axe in his hand;\n He said, This day now I will fight\n As long as I can stand!\n\n 45\n \u2018And soe will I,\u2019 sayd my Lo_rd_ of Carlile,\n \u2018In this faire morning gay;\u2019\n \u2018And soe will I,\u2019 said my Lo_rd_ Ffluwilliams,\n \u2018For Mary, _tha_t myld may.\u2019\n\n 46\n Our English archers bent their bowes.\n Shortlye and anon;\n They shott ou_er_ the Scottish oast\n And scantlye toucht a man.\n\n 47\n \u2018Hold downe yo_u_r hands,\u2019 sayd the Bishopp of Durham,\n \u2018My archers good and true:\u2019\n The second shoote _tha_t the shott,\n Full sore the Scottes itt rue.\n\n 48\n The Bishopp of Durham spoke on hye,\n _Tha_t both p_ar_tyes might heare:\n \u2018Be of good cheere, my merrymen all,\n The Scotts flyen, and changen there cheere.\u2019\n\n 49\n But as the saidden, soe the didden,\n They fell on heap\u00ebs hye;\n Our Englishmen laid on w_i_th their bowes,\n As fast as they might dree.\n\n 50\n The k_ing_ of Scotts in a studye stood\n Amongst his companye;\n An arrow stoke him thorrow the nose,\n And thorrow his armorye.\n\n 51\n The K_ing_ went to a marsh-side\n And light beside his steede;\n He leaned him downe on his sword-hilts,\n To let his nose bleede.\n\n 52\n There followed him a yeaman of merry England,\n His name was Iohn of Coplande:\n \u2018Yeeld thee, traytor!\u2019 saies Coplande then,\n \u2018Thy liffe lyes in my hand.\u2019\n\n 53\n \u2018How shold I yeeld me,\u2019 sayes the K_ing_,\n \u2018And thou art noe gentleman?\u2019\n \u2018Noe, by my troth,\u2019 sayes Copland there,\n \u2018I am but a poore yeaman.\n\n 54\n \u2018What art thou better then I, S_i_r K_ing_?\n Tell me if that thou can!\n What art thou better then I, S_i_r K_ing_,\n Now we be but man to man?\u2019\n\n 55\n The K_ing_ smote angerly at Copland then,\n Angerly in that stonde;\n And then Copland was a bold yeaman,\n And bore the K_ing_ to the ground.\n\n 56\n He sett the K_ing_ upon a palfrey,\n Himselfe upon a steede;\n He tooke him by the bridle-rayne,\n Towards London he can him lead.\n\n 57\n And when to London _tha_t he came,\n The K_ing_ from Ffrance was new come home,\n And there unto the k_ing_ of Scottes\n He sayd these words anon.\n\n 58\n \u2018How like you my shepards and my millers?\n My priests w_i_th shaven crownes?\u2019\n \u2018By my fayth, they are the sorest fighting men\n _Tha_t ev_e_r I mett on the ground.\n\n 59\n \u2018There was never a yeaman in merry England\n But he was worth a Scottish k_nigh_t:\u2019\n \u2018I, by my troth,\u2019 said K_ing_ Edward, and laughe,\n \u2018For you fought all against the right.\u2019\n\n 60\n But now the prince of merry England,\n Worthilye under his sheelde,\n Hath taken the k_ing_ of Ffrance,\n At Poytiers in the ffeelde.\n\n 61\n The prince did p_re_sent his father w_i_th _tha_t food,\n The louely k_ing_ off Ffrance,\n And fforward of his iourney he is gone:\n God send us all good chance!\n\n 62\n \u2018You are welcome, broth_er_!\u2019 sayd the k_ing_ of Scotts, to _th_e\n k_ing_ of Ffrance,\n \u2018For I am come hither to soone;\n Christ leeve _tha_t I had taken my way\n Unto the court of Roome!\u2019\n\n 63\n \u2018And soe wold I,\u2019 said the k_ing_ of Ffrance,\n \u2018When I came over the streame,\n _Tha_t I had taken my iourney\n Unto Ierusalem!\u2019\n\n 64\n Thus ends the battell of ffaire Durham,\n In one morning of May,\n The battell of Cressey, and _th_e battle of Potyers,\n All within one month\u00ebs day.\n\n 65\n Then was welthe and welfare in mery England,\n Solaces, game, and glee,\n And every man loved other well,\n And the K_ing_ loved good yeomanrye.\n\n 66\n But God _tha_t made the grasse to growe,\n And leaves on greenwoode tree,\n Now save and keepe our noble k_ing_,\n And maintaine good yeomanry!\n\n * * * * *\n\n And _for_ & _throughout_.\n\n 1^1. _Perhaps_ lesten: yo.\n\n 1^2. a litle spell?\n\n 2^1. 3^{ds}.\n\n 8^3. sharpes.\n\n 11^3. forward _has a tag to the_ #d#. _Furnivall._\n\n 12^1. thy _for_ thee.\n\n 13^1. _in_ Earle _the_ l _is made over an_ e. _Furnivall._\n\n 15^2. Tuxburye _doubtful in the MS._\n\n 20^2. 30: 4.\n\n 25^1. 5 score.\n\n 31^1. Janes.\n\n 32^3, 33^3. 5.\n\n _After_ 39. 2d part.\n\n 40^2. 4.\n\n 40^3. 6.\n\n 43^1. 500.\n\n 44^1. Durhan.\n\n 47^3. 2d.\n\n 62^1. brothers.\n\n 66. _Pencil note in Percy\u2019s late hand._\n\n This and 2 following leaves being unfortunately torn out, in\n sending the subsequent piece [\u2018King Estmere\u2019] to the press, the\n conclusion of the preceding ballad has been carefully\n transcribed; and indeed the fragments of the other leaves ought\n to have been so.\n\n\n\n\n 160\n\n THE KNIGHT OF LIDDESDALE\n\n Hume of Godscroft, History of the Houses of Douglas and Angus, 1644,\n p. 77.\n\n\nWilliam Douglas, the Knight of Liddesdale, who figures in the foregoing\nballad, was assassinated in 1353, while hunting in Ettrick forest, by\nhis kinsman and godson, Lord William Douglas.\n\nAccording to the Scotichronicon, the motive was said to be revenge for\nAlexander Ramsay, one of the first men among the Scots, whom Liddesdale\nhad assaulted while he was holding a court, wounded, carried off, and\nsuffered to die by starving; and for Sir David Berkeley, whom Liddesdale\nwas charged with procuring to be murdered in 1350, in return for the\ndeath of his brother, Sir John Douglas, brought to pass by Berkeley.\n(Scotichronicon, ed. Goodall, II, 348, 335, XIV, 8, XIII, 50, XIV, 7.)\n\nHume of Godscroft considers the motive assigned to be quite unnatural,\nand at best a pretence. A ballad known to him gave a different account.\n\u201cThe Lord of Liddesdale, being at his pastime, hunting in Attrick\nforest, is beset by William Earle of Douglas, and such as hee had\nordained for that purpose, and there assailed, wounded, and slain,\nbeside Galsewood, in the yeare 1353; upon a jealousie that the Earle had\nconceived of him with his lady, as the report goeth, for so sayes the\nold song.\u201d After citing the stanza which follows, Hume goes on to say:\n\u201cThe song also declareth how shee did write her love-letters to\nLiddisdale, to disswade him from that hunting. It tells likewise the\nmanner of the taking of his men, and his owne killing at Galsewood, and\nhow hee was carried the first night to Lindin Kirk, a mile from Selkirk,\nand was buried within the Abbacie of Melrosse.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe sole basis for this statement of Hume\u2019s,\u201d says Sir William Fraser,\nThe Douglas Book, I, 223 f, 1885, \u201cseems to be the anonymous Border\nballad, part of which he quotes, to which he adds the tradition that the\nlady wrote to her lover to dissuade him from that hunting. Apart from\nthe fact that this tradition is opposed to contemporary history, which\nstates that Sir William was wholly unsuspicious of danger, the story\ntold by Godscroft is otherwise erroneous. He assumes that Douglas was\nmade earl in 1346, and that he was married to a daughter of the Earl of\nMarch, neither of which assumptions is true. Douglas was not created\nearl until 26th January, 1357\u20138, and there was therefore no \u2018Countess of\nDouglas\u2019 to wait for the Knight of Liddesdale. Douglas\u2019s only wife was\nLady Margaret of Mar, who survived him. The exact date of their marriage\nhas not been ascertained, but it is certain that Douglas had no countess\nof the family of March in 1353, while it is doubtful if at that date he\nwas married at all. Popular tradition is therefore at fault in assigning\nmatrimonial jealousy as a motive for killing the Knight of Liddesdale.\u201d\n\n\u201cSome fragments of this ballad are still current, and will be found in\nthe ensuing work,\u201d says Scott, Minstrelsy, I, 221, note, ed. 1833. It\nmay be that Sir Walter became convinced that these fragments were not\ngenuine; at any rate, they do not appear in his collection.\n\n The Countesse of Douglas out of her boure she came,\n And loudly there that she did call:\n \u2018It is for the Lord of Liddesdale\n That I let all these teares downe fall.\u2019\n\n\n\n\n 161\n\n THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN\n\n #A. a.# Cotton MS. Cleopatra, C. iv, leaf 24, of about 1550. #b.#\n Harleian MS. 293, leaf 52. Both in the British Museum.\n\n #B. a.# Herd\u2019s MSS, I, 149, II, 30; Herd\u2019s Scottish Songs, 1776, I,\n 153. #b.# Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, 1802, I, 31.\n\n #C.# Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, 1833, I, 354.\n\n #D.# Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, I, xviii f., two stanzas.\n\n #E.# Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. lxxi, note 30, one stanza.\n\n\n#A a# was first printed in the fourth edition of Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1794,\nI, 18, and #A b# in the first edition, 1765, I, 18.\n\nBy far the most circumstantial account of the battle of Otterburn is\ngiven by Froissart (Chroniques, Buchon, XI, 362 ff, chap. 115 ff), and\nhis highly felicitous narrative may be briefly summarized as follows.\n\nThe quarrels of Richard II with his uncles and a consequent feud between\nthe great northern families of Neville and Percy furnished the Scots an\ninviting opportunity for an invasion of England on a large scale. Under\nthe pretext of a festive meeting, a preliminary conference of barons and\nknights was held at Aberdeen, and it was there agreed that they should\nmuster, the middle of August, 1388, at a place on the border near\nJedburgh, with such forces as they could command. In all this they took\nno counsel with the king, who was then past seventy, and was regarded as\nof no account for their purposes. The result was a larger gathering than\nhad been seen for sixty years, quite twelve hundred lances and forty\nthousand ordinary fighting-men.\n\nThe Earl of Northumberland and his sons, the Seneschal of York, and the\nCaptain of Berwick had heard of the intended meeting at Aberdeen, and\nhad sent heralds and minstrels thither, to get further information.\nThese agents reported that all Scotland was astir, and that there was to\nbe another parley in the forest of Jedburgh. The barons and knights of\nNorthumberland made due preparations, and, the better to keep these\nsecret, remained quiet in their houses, ready to sally as soon as they\nlearned that the Scots were in motion. Feeling themselves incapable of\ncoping with so large a body as had been collected, they decided upon a\nsimultaneous counter-raid, and that from the east or from the west,\naccording as the enemy should take the road from the west or the east.\nOf this plan of the English the Scots obtained knowledge from a spy whom\nthey had captured, and to foil it they divided their army, directing the\nmain body towards Carlisle, under command of Archibald Douglas, of the\nEarl of Fife, son of the king, and many other nobles, while a detachment\nof three or four hundred picked men-at-arms, supported by two thousand\nstout fellows, partly archers, all well mounted,[158] and commanded by\nJames, Earl of Douglas, the Earl of March and Dunbar, and the Earl of\nMurray, were to strike for Newcastle, cross the river, and burn and\nravage the bishopric of Durham.\n\nThe eastern division (with which alone we are concerned) carried out\ntheir program to the letter. They advanced at speed, stopping for\nnothing, and meeting with no resistance, and the burning and pillaging\nhad begun in Durham before the Earl of Northumberland knew of their\narrival. Fire and smoke soon showed what was going on. The earl\ndispatched his sons Henry and Ralph Percy to Newcastle, where the whole\ncountry rallied, gentle and simple; he himself remaining at Alnwick, in\nthe hope of being able to enclose the Scots, when they should take the\nway north, between two bodies of English. The Scots attained to the very\ngates of Durham; then, having burned every unfortified town between\nthere and Newcastle, they turned northward, with a large booty, repassed\nthe Tyne, and halted at Newcastle. There was skirmishing for two days\nbefore the city, and in the course of a long combat between Douglas and\nHenry Percy the Scot got possession of the Englishman\u2019s pennon. This he\ntold Percy he would raise on the highest point of his castle at\nDalkeith; Percy answered that he should never accomplish that vaunt, nor\nshould he carry the pennon out of Northumberland. \u2018Come then to-night\nand win it back,\u2019 said Douglas; \u2018I will plant it before my tent.\u2019 It was\nthen late, and the fighting ceased; but the Scots kept good guard,\nlooking for Percy to come that very night for his pennon. Percy,\nhowever, was constrained to let that night pass.\n\nThe Scots broke up their camp early the next morning and withdrew\nhomewards. Taking and burning the tower and town of Ponteland on their\nway, they moved on to Otterburn, thirty miles northwest from Newcastle,\nwhere there was a strong castle or tower, in marshy ground, which they\nassailed for a day without success. At the end of the day they held a\ncouncil, and the greater part were in favor of making for Carlisle in\nthe morning, to rejoin their countrymen. But the Earl of Douglas would\nnot hear of this; Henry Percy had said that he would challenge his\npennon; they would stay two or three days more and assault the castle,\nand see if Percy would be as good as his word. So the Scots encamped at\ntheir ease, making themselves huts of trees, and availing themselves of\nthe marshes to fortify their position. At the entrance of the marshes,\nwhich was on the Newcastle road, they put their servants and foragers,\nand they drove their cattle into the bogs.\n\nHenry Percy was greatly vexed and mortified at the loss of his pennon,\nand in the evening he represented to the knights and squires of\nNorthumberland how much it concerned his honor to make good what he had\nsaid to Douglas, that the pennon should never be carried out of England.\nBut these gentlemen were all convinced that Douglas was backed by the\nwhole power of Scotland, of which they had seen only the van, by forty\nthousand men who could handle them at their will; at any rate, it was\nbetter to lose a pennon than two or three hundred knights and squires,\nand expose the country to risk. As for the loss of the pennon, it was\none of the chances of arms; Douglas had won it handsomely; another time\nPercy would get as much from him, or more.[159] To this the Percys were\nfain to yield. Later there came scouts with information that Douglas was\nencamped at Otterburn, that the main army was not acting in conjunction\nwith him, and that his forces, all told, did not exceed three thousand.\nHenry Percy was overjoyed at the news, and cried, To horse! by the faith\nI owe to God and my father, I will go seek my pennon, and the Scots\nshall be ousted before this night is over. The evening of that same day\nthe Bishop of Durham was expected to arrive with a great many men, but\nHenry Percy would not wait. Six hundred lances and eight thousand foot\nwere enough, he said, to serve the Scots, who had but three hundred\nlances and two thousand other folk. The English set forth as soon as\nthey could get together, by the road which the Scots had taken, but were\nnot able to move very fast by reason of their infantry.\n\nSome of the Scots knights were supping, and more were asleep (for they\nhad had hard work at the assault on the tower, and were meaning to be up\nbetimes to renew the attack), when the English were upon the camp,\ncrying, Percy! Percy! There was naturally great alarm. The English made\ntheir attack at that part of the camp where, as before said, the\nservants and foragers were lodged. This was, however, strong, and the\nknights sent some of their men to hold it while they themselves were\narming. Then the Scots formed, each under his own earl and captain. It\nwas night, but the weather was fair and the moon shining. The Scots did\nnot go straight for the English, but took their way along by the marshes\nand by a hill, according to a plan which they had previously arranged\nagainst the case that their camp should be attacked. The English made\nshort work with the underlings, but, as they advanced, always found\nfresh people to keep up a skirmish. And now the Scots, having executed a\nflank movement, fell upon their assailants in a mass, from a quarter\nwhere nothing was looked for, shouting their battle-cries with one\nvoice. The English were astounded, but closed up, and gave them Percy!\nfor Douglas! Then began a fell battle. The English, being in excess and\neager to win, beat back the Scots, who were at the point of being\nworsted. James Douglas, who was young, strong, and keen for glory, sent\nhis banner to the front, with the cry, Douglas! Douglas! Henry and Ralph\nPercy, indignant against the earl for the loss of the pennon, turned in\nthe direction of the cry, responding, Percy! Knights and squires had no\nthought but to fight as long as spears and axes would hold out. It was a\nhand-to-hand fight; the parties were so close together that the archers\nof neither could operate; neither side budged, but both stood firm. The\nScots showed extraordinary valor, for the English were three to one; but\nbe this said without disparagement of the English, who have always done\ntheir duty.\n\nAs has been said, the English were so strong that they were forcing\ntheir foes back, and this James Douglas saw. To regain the ground, he\ntook a two-handed axe, plunged into the thickest, and opened a path\nbefore him; for there was none so well armed in helmet or plate as not\nto fear his strokes. So he made his way till he was hit by three spears,\nall at once, one in the shoulder, another in the chest, another in the\nthigh, and borne to the ground. The English did not know that it was\nEarl Douglas that had fallen; they would have been so much elated that\nthe day would have been theirs. Neither did the Scots; if they had, they\nwould have given up in despair. Douglas could not raise himself from the\nground, for he was wounded to the death. The crush about him was great,\nbut his people had kept as close to him as they could. His cousin, Sir\nJames Lindsay, reached the spot where he was lying, and with Lindsay Sir\nJohn and Sir Walter Sinclair, and other knights and squires. Near him,\nand severely wounded, they found his chaplain, William of North Berwick,\nwho had kept up with his master the whole night, axe in hand; also Sir\nRobert Hart, with five wounds from lances and other weapons. Sir John\nSinclair asked the earl, Cousin, how fares it with you? \u2018Indifferently,\u2019\nsaid the earl; \u2018praised be God, few of my ancestors have died in their\nbeds. Avenge me, for I count myself dead. Walter and John Sinclair, up\nwith my banner, and cry, Douglas! and let neither friend nor foe know of\nmy state.\u2019 The two Sinclairs and Sir John Lindsay did as they were\nbidden, raised the banner, and shouted, Douglas! They were far to the\nfront, but others, who were behind, hearing the shout loudly repeated,\ncharged the English with such valor as to drive them beyond the place\nwhere Douglas now lay dead, and came up with the banner which Sir John\nLindsay was bearing, begirt and supported by good Scots knights and\nsquires. The Earl of Murray came up too, and the Earl of March and\nDunbar as well, and they all, as it were, took new life when they saw\nthat they were together and that the English were giving ground. Once\nmore was the combat renewed. The English had the disadvantage of the\nfatigue of a rapid march from Newcastle, by reason whereof their will\nwas better than their wind, whereas the Scots were fresh; and the\neffects appeared in this last charge, in which the Scots drove the\nEnglish so far back that they could not recover their lost ground. Sir\nRalph Percy had already been taken prisoner. Like Douglas, he had\nadvanced so far as to be surrounded, and being so badly wounded that his\nhose and boots were full of blood, he surrendered to Sir John Maxwell.\nHenry Percy, after a valorous fight with the Lord Montgomery, became\nprisoner to the Scottish knight.\n\nIt was a hard battle and well fought, but such are the turns of fortune\nthat, although the English were the greater number, and all bold men and\npractised in arms, and although they attacked the enemy valiantly, and\nat first drove them back a good distance, the Scots in the end won the\nday. The losses of the English were put by their antagonists at 1040\nprisoners, 1860 killed in the fight and the pursuit, and more than 1000\nwounded; those of the Scots were about 100 killed and 200 captured.[160]\nThe Scots retired without molestation, taking the way to Melrose Abbey,\nwhere they caused the Earl of Douglas to be interred, and his obsequies\nto be reverently performed. Over his body a tomb of stone was built, and\nabove this was raised the earl\u2019s banner.\n\nSuch is the story of the battle of Otterburn, fought on Wednesday, the\n19th day of August,[161] in the year of grace 1388, as related by\nFroissart (with animated tributes to the hardihood and generosity of\nboth parties) upon the authority of knights and squires actually\npresent, both English and Scots, and also French.\n\nWyntoun, ix, 840\u201354, 900f (Laing, III, 36f) says that the alarm was\ngiven the Scots by a young man that came right fast riding (cf. #A# 20,\n21, #B# 4, #C# 17), and that many of the Scots were able to arm but\nimperfectly; among these Earl James, who was occupied with getting his\nmen into order and was \u201creckless of his arming,\u201d and the Earl of Murray,\nwho forgot his basnet (cf. #C# 20). Earl James was slain no man knew in\nwhat way. Bower, Scotichronicon, II, 405, agrees with Wyntoun. English\nchroniclers, Knyghton, col. 2728, Walsingham (Riley, II, 176[162]),\nMalverne, the continuator of Higden (Polychronicon, Lumby, IX, 185),\nassert that Percy killed Douglas with his own hand, Knyghton adding that\nPercy also wounded the Earl of Murray to the point of death.\n\nThat a Scots ballad of Otterburn was popular in the sixteenth century\nappears from The Complaynte of Scotlande, 1549, where a line is cited,\nThe Perssee and the Mongumrye met, p. 65, ed. Murray: cf. #B# 9^1, #C#\n30^1.[163] In the following century Hume of Godscroft writes:[164] The\nScots song made of Otterburn telleth the time, about Lammasse, and the\noccasion, to take preyes out of England; also the dividing of the armies\nbetwixt the Earles of Fife and Douglas, and their severall journeys,\nalmost as in the authentick history. It beginneth thus:\n\n It fell about the Lammas tide,\n When yeomen wonne their hay,\n The doughtie Douglas gan to ride,\n In England to take a prey.\n\nMotherwell maintains that the ballad which passes as English is the\nScots song altered to please the other party. His argument, however, is\nfar from conclusive. \u201cThat The Battle of Otterbourne was thus dealt with\nby an English transcriber appears obvious, for it studiously omits\ndilating on Percy\u2019s capture, while it accurately details his combat with\nDouglas;\u201d that is to say, the ballad as we have it is just what a real\nEnglish ballad would have been, both as to what it enlarges on and what\nit slights. \u201cWhereas it would appear that in the genuine Scottish\nversion the capture of Percy formed a prominent incident, seeing it is\nthe one by which the author of The Complaynt refers to the ballad [The\nPerssee and the Mongumrye met]:\u201d from which Motherwell was at liberty to\ndeduce that #B# and #C# represent the genuine Scottish version, several\nstanzas being given to the capture of Percy in these; but this he would\nnot care to do, on account of the great inferiority of these forms. A\nScotsman could alter an English ballad \u201cto suit political feeling and\nflatter national vanity,\u201d as Motherwell says the Scots _did_ with Chevy\nChace. (See further on, p. 303.) There is no reason to doubt that a\nScots ballad of Otterburn once existed, much better than the two\ninferior, and partly suspicious, things which were printed by Herd and\nScott, and none to doubt that an English minstrel would deal freely with\nany Scots ballad which he could turn to his purpose; but then there is\nno evidence, positive or probable, that this particular ballad was\n\u201cadapted\u201d from the Scots song made of Otterburn; rather are we to infer\nthat the few verses of #B# and #C# which repeat or resemble the text of\n#A# were borrowed from #A#, and, as likely as not, Hume\u2019s first stanza\ntoo.[165]\n\n#A#, in the shape in which it has come down to us, must have a date long\nsubsequent to the battle, as the grammatical forms show; still, what\ninterested the borderers a hundred years or more after the event must\nhave interested people of the time still more, and it would be against\nthe nature of things that there should not have been a ballad as early\nas 1400. The ballad we have is likely to have been modernized from such\na predecessor, but I am not aware that there is anything in the text to\nconfirm such a supposition, unless one be pleased to make much of the\nWednesday of the eighteenth stanza. The concluding stanza implies that\nPercy is dead, and he was killed at Shrewsbury, in 1403.\n\n\n#A.# 3. Hoppertope hyll, says Percy, is a corruption for Ottercap Hill\n(now Ottercaps Hill) in the parish of Kirk Whelpington, Tynedale Ward,\nNorthumberland. Rodclyffe Cragge (now Rothley Crags) is a cliff near\nRodeley, a small village in the parish of Hartburn, in Morpeth Ward,\nsouth-east of Ottercap; and Green Leyton, corruptly Green Lynton, is\nanother small village, south-east of Rodeley, in the same parish.\nReliques, 1794, I, 22.\n\n8. Henry Percy seems to have been in his twenty-third year. As for his\nhaving been a march-man \u201call his days,\u201d he is said to have begun\nfighting ten years before, in 1378, and to have been appointed Governor\nof Berwick and Warden of the Marches in 1385: White, History of the\nBattle of Otterburn, p. 67 f. Walsingham calls both Percy and Douglas\nyoung men, and Froissart speaks at least twice of Douglas as young.\nFraser, The Douglas Book, 1885, I, 292, says that Douglas was probably\nborn in 1358. White, as above, p. 91, would make him somewhat older.\n\n17. The chivalrous trait in this stanza, and that in the characteristic\npassage 36\u201344, are peculiar to this transcendently heroic ballad.\n\n26, 27. The earldom of Menteith at the time of this battle, says Percy,\nfollowing Douglas\u2019s Peerage, was possessed by Robert Stewart, Earl of\nFife, third son of King Robert II; but the Earl of Fife was in command\nof the main body and not present. (As Douglas married a daughter of King\nRobert II, the Earl of Fife was not his uncle, but his brother-in-law.)\nThe mention of Huntley, says Percy, shows that the ballad was not\ncomposed before 1449; for in that year Alexander, Lord of Gordon and\nHuntley, was created Earl of Huntley by King James II. The Earl of\nBuchan at that time was Alexander Stewart, fourth son of the king.\nReliques, 1794, I, 36.\n\n35^2. \u2018The cronykle will not layne.\u2019 So in \u2018The Rose of England,\u2019 No\n166, st. 22^4, \u2018The cronickles of this will not lye,\u2019 and also 17^2; and\nin \u2018Flodden Field,\u2019 appendix, p. 360, st. 121^4.\n\n43, 49. It will be remembered that the archers had no part in this\nfight.\n\n45, 46. \u201cThe ancient arms of Douglas are pretty accurately emblazoned in\nthe former stanza, and if the readings were, The crowned harte, and,\nAbove stode starres thre, it would be minutely exact at this day. As for\nthe Percy family, one of their ancient badges or cognizances was a white\nlyon statant, and the silver crescent continues to be used by them to\nthis day. They also give three luces argent for one of their quarters.\u201d\nPercy, as above, p. 30.\n\n48. So far as I know, St George does not appear as Our Lady\u2019s knight in\nany legendary, though he is so denominated or described elsewhere in\npopular tradition. So in the spell for night-mare, which would naturally\nbe of considerable antiquity,\n\n S. George, S. George, Our Ladies knight,\n He walkt by day, so did he by night, etc.:\n\nReginald Scot, The Discoverie of Witchcraft, 1584, as reprinted by\nNicholson, p. 68, ed. 1665, p. 48; and Fletcher\u2019s Monsieur Thomas, iv.\n6, Dyce, VII, 388. In Nicholas Udall\u2019s \u2018Roister Doister,\u2019 known to be as\nold as 1551, Matthew Merrygreek exclaims, \u201cWhat then? sainct George to\nborow, Our Ladie\u2019s knight!\u201d Ed. W. D. Cooper, p. 77, Shakespeare\nSociety, 1847. The Danish ballad of St George, \u2018St J\u00f8rgen og Dragen,\u2019\nGrundtvig, No 103, II, 559 ff, the oldest version of which is from a\n16th century MS., begins, \u201cKnight St George, thou art my man\u201d (svend);\nand in the second version, George, declining the princess whom he has\nrescued, says he has vowed to Mary to be her servant.[166] In the\ncorresponding Swedish ballad, of the same age as the Danish, George is\ncalled Mary\u2019s knight (Maria honom riddare gjorde, st. 2): Geijer and\nAfzelius, ed. Bergstr\u00f6m, II, 402. This is also his relation in German\nballads: Meinert, p. 254; Ditfurth, I, 55, No 68.[167]\n\n#B.# 1, 9, 14 nearly resemble #A# 1, 50, 68, and must have the same\norigin. In #B# 9 Douglas is changed to Montgomery; in 14 Douglas is\nwrongly said to have been buried on the field, instead of at Melrose\nAbbey, where his tomb is still to be seen.\n\n7 is founded upon a tradition reported by Hume of Godscroft: \u201cThere are\nthat say that he was not slain by the enemy, but by one of his owne men,\na groome of his chamber, whom he had struck the day before with a\ntruncheon in the ordering of the battell, because hee saw him make\nsomewhat slowly to; and they name this man John Bickerton of Luffenesse,\nwho left a part of his armour behinde unfastned, and when hee was in the\ngreatest conflict, this servant of his came behinde his back and slew\nhim thereat.\u201d Ed. 1644, p. 105.\n\n11. The summons to surrender to a braken-bush is not in the style of\nfighting-men or fighting-days, and would justify Hotspur\u2019s contempt of\nmetre-ballad-mongers.\n\n12, 13. #B# agrees with Froissart in making a Montgomery to be the\ncaptor of Henry Percy, whereas #A# represents that Montgomery was taken\nprisoner and exchanged for Percy. In The Hunting of the Cheviot Sir Hugh\nMontgomery kills Percy, and in return is shot by a Northumberland\narcher.\n\n#C.# Scott does not give a distinct account of this version. He says\nthat he had obtained two copies, since the publication of the earlier\nedition, \u201cfrom the recitation of old persons residing at the head of\nEttrick Forest, by which the story is brought out and completed in a\nmanner much more correspondent to the true history.\u201d #C# is, in fact, a\ncombination of four copies; the two from Ettrick Forest, #B a#, and the\nMS. copy used in #B b# to \u201ccorrect\u201d Herd.\n\n8, it scarcely requires to be said, is spurious, modern in diction and\nin conception.\n\n19. Perhaps derived from Hume of Godscroft rather than from tradition.\nWhen Douglas was dying, according to this historian,[168] he made these\nlast requests of certain of his kinsmen: \u201cFirst, that yee keep my death\nclose both from our owne folke and from the enemy; then, that ye suffer\nnot my standard to be lost or cast downe; and last, that ye avenge my\ndeath, and bury me at Melrosse with my father. If I could hope for these\nthings,\u201d he added, \u201cI should die with the greater contentment; for long\nsince I heard a prophesie that a dead man should winne a field, and I\nhope in God it shall be I.\u201d Ed. 1644, p. 100.\n\n22 must be derived from the English version. As the excellent editor of\nThe Ballad Minstrelsy of Scotland, Glasgow, 1871, remarks, \u201cno Scottish\nminstrel would ever have dreamt of inventing such a termination to the\ncombat between these two redoubted heroes ... as much at variance with\nhistory as it is repulsive to national feeling:\u201d p. 431.\n\nGenealogical matters, in this and the following ballad, are treated, not\nalways to complete satisfaction, in Bishop Percy\u2019s notes, Reliques,\n1794, I, 34 ff; Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1833, I, 351, 363 ff: White\u2019s\nHistory of the Battle of Otterburn, p. 67 ff; The Ballads and Songs of\nAyrshire, I, 66 f.\n\n#A# is translated by Doenniges, p. 87; #C# by Grundtvig, Engelske og\nskotske Folkeviser, No 12, p. 74, and by Talvj, Charakteristik, p. 537.\n\n\n A\n\n #a.# Cotton MS. Cleopatra, C. iv, leaf 64, of about 1550. #b.#\n Harleian MS. 293, leaf 52.\n\n 1\n Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde,\n Whan husbond_es_ wynnes ther haye,\n The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd hym to ryde,\n In Ynglond to take a praye.\n\n 2\n The yerlle of Fyffe, w_y_t_h_owghten stryffe,\n He bowynd hym over Sulway;\n The grete wolde ever to-gether ryde;\n That raysse they may rewe for aye.\n\n 3\n Over Hoppertope hyll they cam in,\n And so down by Rodclyffe crage;\n Vpon Grene Lynton they lyghted dowyn,\n Styrande many a stage.\n\n 4\n And boldely brente Northomberlond,\n And haryed many a towyn;\n They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete wrange,\n To batell that were not bowyn.\n\n 5\n Than spake a berne vpon the bent,\n Of comforte that was not colde,\n And sayd, We haue brente Northomberlond,\n We haue all welth in holde.\n\n 6\n Now we haue haryed all Bamborowe schyre,\n All the welth in the worlde haue wee,\n I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,\n So styll and stalworthlye.\n\n 7\n Vpon the morowe, when it was day,\n The standerds schone full bryght;\n To the Newe Castell the toke the waye,\n And thether they cam full ryght.\n\n 8\n S_yr_ Henry Perssy laye at the New Castell,\n I tell yow w_y_t_h_owtten drede;\n He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,\n And kepte Barwyke vpon Twede.\n\n 9\n To the Newe Castell when they cam,\n The Skottes they cryde on hyght,\n \u2018Syr Hary Perssy, and thou byste w_i_t_h_in,\n Com to the fylde, and fyght.\n\n 10\n \u2018For we haue brente Northomberlonde,\n Thy erytage good and ryght,\n And syne my logeyng I haue take\n W_y_t_h_ my brande dubbyd many a knyght.\u2019\n\n 11\n S_yr_ Harry Perssy cam to the wall_es_,\n The Skottyssch oste for to se,\n And sayd, And thou hast brente Northomberlond\n Full sore it rewyth me.\n\n 12\n Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre,\n Thow hast done me grete envye;\n For the trespasse thow hast me done,\n The tone of vs schall dye.\n\n 13\n \u2018Where schall I byde the?\u2019 sayd the Dowglas,\n \u2018Or where wylte thow com to me?\u2019\n \u2018At Otterborne, in the hygh way,\n [T]her mast thow well logeed be.\n\n 14\n \u2018[T]he roo full rekeles ther sche rinnes,\n [T]o make the game a[nd] glee;\n [T]he fawken and the fesaunt both,\n Among the holtes on hye.\n\n 15\n \u2018Ther mast thow haue thy welth at wyll,\n Well looged ther mast be;\n Yt schall not be long or I com the tyll,\u2019\n Sayd Syr Harry Perssye.\n\n 16\n \u2018Ther schall I byde the,\u2019 sayd the Dowglas,\n \u2018By the fayth of my bodye:\u2019\n \u2018Thether schall I com,\u2019 sayd S_yr_ Harry Perssy,\n \u2018My trowth I plyght to the.\u2019\n\n 17\n A pype of wyne he gaue them over the walles,\n For soth as I yow saye;\n Ther he mayd the Dowglasse drynke,\n And all hys ost that daye.\n\n 18\n The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne,\n For soth w_i_t_h_owghten naye;\n He toke hys logeyng at Oterborne,\n Vpon a Wedynsday.\n\n 19\n And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn,\n Hys gettyng more and lesse,\n And syne he warned hys men to goo\n To chose ther geldyng_es_ gresse.\n\n 20\n A Skottysshe knyght hoved vpon the bent,\n A wache I dare well saye;\n So was he ware on the noble Perssy,\n In the dawnyng of the daye.\n\n 21\n He prycked to hys pavyleon-dore,\n As faste as he myght ronne;\n \u2018Awaken, Dowglas,\u2019 cryed the knyght,\n \u2018For hys love that syttes in trone.\n\n 22\n \u2018Awaken, Dowglas,\u2019 cryed the knyght,\n \u2018For thow maste waken wyth wynne;\n Yender haue I spyed the prowde Perssye,\n And seven stondardes wyth hym.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Nay by my trowth,\u2019 the Dowglas sayed,\n \u2018It ys but a fayned taylle;\n He durst not loke on my brede banner\n For all Ynglonde so haylle.\n\n 24\n \u2018Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,\n That stond_es_ so fayre on Tyne?\n For all the men the Perssy had,\n He coude not garre me ones to dyne.\u2019\n\n 25\n He stepped owt at his pavelyon-dore,\n To loke and it were lesse:\n \u2018Araye yow, lordyng_es_, one and all,\n For here bygynnes no peysse.\n\n 26\n \u2018The yerle of Mentaye, thow arte my eme,\n The fowarde I gyve to the:\n The yerlle of Huntlay, cawte and kene,\n He schall be w_y_t_h_ the.\n\n 27\n \u2018The lorde of Bowghan, in armure bryght,\n On the other hand he schall be;\n Lord Jhonsto_u_ne and Lorde Maxwell,\n They to schall be w_y_t_h_ me.\n\n 28\n \u2018Swynton, fayre fylde vpon yo_u_r pryde!\n To batell make yow bowen\n S_yr_ Davy Skotte, S_yr_ Water Stewarde,\n S_yr_ Jhon of Agurstone!\u2019\n\n 29\n The Perssy cam byfore hys oste,\n Wych was ever a gentyll knyght;\n Vpon the Dowglas lowde can he crye,\n \u2018I wyll holde that I haue hyght.\n\n 30\n \u2018For thou haste brente Northomberlonde,\n And done me grete envye;\n For thys trespasse thou hast me done,\n The tone of vs schall dye.\u2019\n\n 31\n The Dowglas answerde hym agayne,\n W_y_t_h_ grett wurd_es_ vpon hye,\n And sayd, I haue twenty agaynst thy one,\n Byholde, and thou maste see.\n\n 32\n Wyth th_a_t the Perssy was grevyd sore,\n For soth as I yow saye;\n He lyghted dowyn vpon his foote,\n And schoote hys horsse clene awaye.\n\n 33\n Eu_e_ry man sawe that he dyd soo,\n That ryall was euer in rowght;\n Eu_e_ry man schoote hys horsse hym froo,\n And lyght hym rowynde abowght.\n\n 34\n Thus S_yr_ Hary Perssye toke the fylde,\n For soth as I yow saye;\n Jh_es_u Cryste in hevyn on hyght\n Dyd helpe hym well that daye.\n\n 35\n But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo,\n The cronykle wyll not layne;\n Forty thowsande of Skottes and fowre\n That day fowght them agayne.\n\n 36\n But when the batell byganne to ioyne,\n In hast ther cam a knyght;\n The letters fayre furth hath he tayne,\n And thus he sayd full ryght:\n\n 37\n \u2018My lorde yo_u_r father he gretes yow well,\n Wyth many a noble knyght;\n He desyres yow to byde\n That he may see thys fyght.\n\n 38\n \u2018The Baron of Grastoke ys com out of the west,\n Wyth hym a noble companye;\n All they loge at yo_u_r fathers thys nyght,\n And the batell fayne wolde they see.\u2019\n\n 39\n \u2018For Jh_es_us love,\u2019 sayd Syr Harye Perssy,\n \u2018That dyed for yow and me,\n Wende to my lorde my father agayne,\n And saye thow sawe me not w_y_t_h_ yee.\n\n 40\n \u2018My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght,\n It nedes me not to layne,\n That I schulde byde hym vpon thys bent,\n And I haue hys trowth agayne.\n\n 41\n \u2018And if that I w[e]ynde of thys growende,\n For soth, onfowghten awaye,\n He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght\n In hys londe another daye.\n\n 42\n \u2018Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente,\n By Mary, that mykkel maye,\n Then ever my manhood schulde be reprovyd\n Wyth a Skotte another day.\n\n 43\n \u2018Wherfore schote, archars, for my sake,\n And let scharpe arowes flee;\n Mynstrells, playe vp for yo_u_r waryson,\n And well quyt it schall bee.\n\n 44\n \u2018Eu_e_ry man thynke on hys trewe-love,\n And marke hym to the Trenite;\n For to God I make myne avowe\n Thys day wyll I not flee.\u2019\n\n 45\n The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes,\n Hys standerde stode on hye,\n That eu_e_ry man myght full well knowe;\n By syde stode starr\u00ebs thre.\n\n 46\n The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,\n For soth as I yow sayne,\n The lucett_es_ and the cressawnt_es_ both;\n The Skott_es_ favght them agayne.\n\n 47\n Vpon Sent Androwe lowde can they crye,\n And thrysse they schowte on hyght,\n And syne m_er_ked them one owr Ynglysshe men,\n As I haue tolde yow ryght.\n\n 48\n Sent George the bryght, owr ladyes knyght,\n To name they were full fayne;\n Owr Ynglyssh men they cryde on hyght,\n And thrysse the schowtte agayne.\n\n 49\n Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee,\n I tell yow in sertayne;\n Men of armes byganne to joyne,\n Many a dowghty man was ther slayne.\n\n 50\n The Perssy and the Dowglas mette,\n That ether of other was fayne;\n They swapped together whyll that the swette,\n W_y_t_h_ sword_es_ of fyne collayne:\n\n 51\n Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnett_es_ ranne,\n As the roke doth in the rayne;\n \u2018Yelde the to me,\u2019 sayd the Dowglas,\n \u2018Or ell_es_ thow schalt be slayne.\n\n 52\n \u2018For I see by thy bryght bassonet,\n Thow arte su_m_ man of myght;\n And so I do by thy burnysshed brande;\n Thow arte an yerle, or ell_es_ a knyght.\u2019\n\n 53\n \u2018By my good faythe,\u2019 sayd the noble Perssye,\n \u2018Now haste thow rede full ryght;\n Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,\n Whyll I may stonde and fyght.\u2019\n\n 54\n They swapped together whyll that they swette,\n Wyth sword\u00ebs scharpe and long;\n Ych on other so faste thee beette,\n Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.\n\n 55\n The Perssy was a man of strenghth,\n I tell yow in thys stounde;\n He smote the Dowglas at the sword\u00ebs length\n That he felle to the growynde.\n\n 56\n The sworde was scharpe, and sore can byte,\n I tell yow in sertayne;\n To the harte he cowde hym smyte,\n Thus was the Dowglas slayne.\n\n 57\n The stonderd_es_ stode styll on eke a syde,\n Wyth many a grevous grone;\n Ther the fowght the day, and all the nyght,\n And many a dowghty man was slayne.\n\n 58\n Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye,\n But styffely in stowre can stond,\n Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght drye,\n Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.\n\n 59\n Ther was slayne vpon the Skott\u00ebs syde,\n For soth and sertenly,\n S_yr_ James a Dowglas ther was slayne,\n That day that he cowde dye.\n\n 60\n The yerlle of Mentaye he was slayne,\n Grysely groned vpon the growynd;\n S_yr_ Davy Skotte, S_yr_ Water Stewarde,\n S_yr_ Jhon of Agurstoune.\n\n 61\n S_yr_ Charll\u00ebs Morrey in that place,\n That never a fote wold flee;\n S_yr_ Hewe Maxwell, a lorde he was,\n W_y_t_h_ the Dowglas dyd he dye.\n\n 62\n Ther was slayne vpon the Skott\u00ebs syde,\n For soth as I yow saye,\n Of fowre and forty thowsande Scott_es_\n Went but eyghtene awaye.\n\n 63\n Ther was slayne vpon the Ynglysshe syde,\n For soth and sertenlye,\n A gentell knyght, S_yr_ Jhon Fechewe,\n Yt was the more pety.\n\n 64\n S_yr_ James Hardbotell ther was slayne,\n For hym ther hartes were sore;\n The gentyll Lovell ther was slayne,\n That the Perssys standerd bore.\n\n 65\n Ther was slayne vpon the Ynglyssh perte,\n For soth as I yow saye,\n Of nyne thowsand Ynglyssh men\n Fyve hondert cam awaye.\n\n 66\n The other were slayne in the fylde;\n Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo!\n Seyng ther was so fewe fryndes\n Agaynst so many a foo.\n\n 67\n Then on the morne they mayde them beerys\n Of byrch and haysell graye;\n Many a wydowe, w_y_t_h_ wepyng teyres,\n Ther makes they fette awaye.\n\n 68\n Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne,\n Bytwene the nyght and the day;\n Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyffe,\n And the Perssy was lede awaye.\n\n 69\n Then was ther a Scottysh p_ri_soner tayne,\n S_yr_ Hewe Mongomery was hys name;\n For soth as I yow saye,\n He borowed the Perssy home agayne.\n\n 70\n Now let vs all for the Perssy praye\n To Jh_es_u most of myght,\n To bryng hys sowlle to the blysse of heven,\n For he was a gentyll knyght.\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Herd\u2019s MS., I, 149, II, 30; Herd\u2019s Scottish Songs, 1776, I,\n 153. #b.# Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, I, 31, 1802, \u201ccorrected\u201d from Herd,\n 1776, \u201cby a MS. copy.\u201d\n\n 1\n It fell and about the Lammas time,\n When husbandmen do win their hay,\n Earl Douglass is to the English woods,\n And a\u2019with him to fetch a prey.\n\n 2\n He has chosen the Lindsays light,\n With them the gallant Gordons gay,\n And the Earl of Fyfe, withouten strife,\n And Sir Hugh Montgomery upon a grey.\n\n 3\n They have taken Northumberland,\n And sae hae they the north shire,\n And the Otter Dale, they hae burnt it hale,\n And set it a\u2019into fire.\n\n 4\n Out then spake a bonny boy,\n That servd ane o Earl Douglass kin;\n Methinks I see an English host,\n A-coming branken us upon.\n\n 5\n \u2018If this be true, my little boy,\n And it be troth that thou tells me,\n The brawest bower in Otterburn\n This day shall be thy morning-fee.\n\n 6\n \u2018But if it be fase, my little boy,\n But and a lie that thou tells me,\n On the highest tree that\u2019s in Otterburn\n With my ain hands I\u2019ll hing thee high.\u2019\n\n 7\n The boy\u2019s taen out his little penknife,\n That hanget low down by his gare,\n And he gaed Earl Douglass a deadly wound,\n Alack! a deep wound and a sare.\n\n 8\n Earl Douglas said to Sir Hugh Montgomery,\n Take thou the vanguard o the three,\n And bury me at yon braken-bush,\n That stands upon yon lilly lee.\n\n 9\n Then Percy and Montgomery met,\n And weel a wot they warna fain;\n They swaped swords, and they twa swat,\n And ay the blood ran down between.\n\n 10\n \u2018O yield thee, yield thee, Percy,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Or else I vow I\u2019ll lay thee low;\u2019\n \u2018Whom to shall I yield,\u2019 said Earl Percy,\n \u2018Now that I see it maun be so?\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018O yield thee to yon braken-bush,\n That grows upon yon lilly lee;\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 12\n \u2018I winna yield to a braken-bush,\n Nor yet will I unto a brier;\n But I would yield to Earl Douglass,\n Or Sir Hugh Montgomery, if he was here.\u2019\n\n 13\n As soon as he knew it was Montgomery,\n He stuck his sword\u2019s point in the ground,\n And Sir Hugh Montgomery was a courteous knight,\n And he quickly broght him by the hand.\n\n 14\n This deed was done at Otterburn,\n About the breaking of the day;\n Earl Douglass was buried at the braken-bush,\n And Percy led captive away.\n\n\n C\n\n Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, 1833, I, 345. #B# completed by\n two copies \u201cobtained from the recitation of old persons residing at\n the head of Ettrick Forest.\u201d\n\n 1\n It fell about the Lammas tide,\n When the muir-men win their hay,\n The doughty Douglas bound him to ride\n Into England, to drive a prey.\n\n 2\n He chose the Gordons and the Gr\u00e6mes,\n With them the Lindesays, light and gay;\n But the Jardines wald not with him ride,\n And they rue it to this day.\n\n 3\n And he has burnd the dales of Tyne,\n And part of Bambrough shire,\n And three good towers on Reidswire fells,\n He left them all on fire.\n\n 4\n And he marchd up to Newcastle,\n And rode it round about:\n \u2018O wha\u2019s the lord of this castle?\n Or wha\u2019s the lady o\u2019t? \u2019\n\n 5\n But up spake proud Lord Percy then,\n And O but he spake hie!\n I am the lord of this castle,\n My wife\u2019s the lady gay.\n\n 6\n \u2018If thou\u2019rt the lord of this castle,\n Sae weel it pleases me,\n For, ere I cross the Border fells,\n The tane of us shall die.\u2019\n\n 7\n He took a lang spear in his hand,\n Shod with the metal free,\n And for to meet the Douglas there\n He rode right furiouslie.\n\n 8\n But O how pale his lady lookd,\n Frae aff the castle-wa,\n When down before the Scottish spear\n She saw proud Percy fa.\n\n 9\n \u2018Had we twa been upon the green,\n And never an eye to see,\n I wad hae had you, flesh and fell;\n But your sword sall gae wi me.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018But gae ye up to Otterbourne,\n And, wait there dayis three,\n And, if I come not ere three dayis end,\n A fause knight ca ye me.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018The Otterbourne\u2019s a bonnie burn;\n \u2019Tis pleasant there to be;\n But there is nought at Otterbourne\n To feed my men and me.\n\n 12\n \u2018The deer rins wild on hill and dale,\n The birds fly wild from tree to tree;\n But there is neither bread nor kale\n To fend my men and me.\n\n 13\n \u2018Yet I will stay at Otterbourne,\n Where you shall welcome be;\n And, if ye come not at three dayis end,\n A fause lord I\u2019ll ca thee.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Thither will I come,\u2019 proud Percy said,\n \u2018By the might of Our Ladye;\u2019\n \u2018There will I bide thee,\u2019 said the Douglas,\n \u2018My troth I plight to thee.\u2019\n\n 15\n They lighted high on Otterbourne,\n Upon the bent sae brown;\n They lighted high on Otterbourne,\n And threw their pallions down.\n\n 16\n And he that had a bonnie boy,\n Sent out his horse to grass;\n And he that had not a bonnie boy,\n His ain servant he was.\n\n 17\n But up then spake a little page,\n Before the peep of dawn:\n \u2018O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,\n For Percy\u2019s hard at hand.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018Ye lie, ye lie, ye liar loud!\n Sae loud I hear ye lie:\n For Percy had not men yestreen\n To dight my men and me.\n\n 19\n \u2018But I have dreamd a dreary dream,\n Beyond the Isle of Sky;\n I saw a dead man win a fight,\n And I think that man was I.\u2019\n\n 20\n He belted on his guid braid sword,\n And to the field he ran,\n But he forgot the helmet good,\n That should have kept his brain.\n\n 21\n When Percy wi the Douglas met,\n I wat he was fu fain;\n They swakked their swords, till sair they swat,\n And the blood ran down like rain.\n\n 22\n But Percy with his good broad sword,\n That could so sharply wound,\n Has wounded Douglas on the brow,\n Till he fell to the ground.\n\n 23\n Then he calld on his little foot-page,\n And said, Run speedilie,\n And fetch my ain dear sister\u2019s son,\n Sir Hugh Montgomery.\n\n 24\n \u2018My nephew good,\u2019 the Douglas said,\n \u2018What recks the death of ane!\n Last night I dreamd a dreary dream,\n And I ken the day\u2019s thy ain.\n\n 25\n \u2018My wound is deep; I fain would sleep;\n Take thou the vanguard of the three,\n And hide me by the braken-bush,\n That grows on yonder lilye lee.\n\n 26\n \u2018O bury me by the braken-bush,\n Beneath the blooming brier;\n Let never living mortal ken\n That ere a kindly Scot lies here.\u2019\n\n 27\n He lifted up that noble lord,\n Wi the saut tear in his ee;\n He hid him in the braken-bush,\n That his merrie men might not see.\n\n 28\n The moon was clear, the day drew near,\n The spears in flinders flew,\n But mony a gallant Englishman\n Ere day the Scotsmen slew.\n\n 29\n The Gordons good, in English blood\n They steepd their hose and shoon;\n The Lindsays flew like fire about,\n Till all the fray was done.\n\n 30\n The Percy and Montgomery met,\n That either of other were fain;\n They swapped swords, and they twa swat,\n And aye the blood ran down between.\n\n 31\n \u2018Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Or else I vow I\u2019ll lay thee low!\u2019\n \u2018To whom must I yield,\u2019 quoth Earl Percy,\n \u2018Now that I see it must be so?\u2019\n\n 32\n \u2018Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun,\n Nor yet shalt thou yield to me;\n But yield thee to the braken-bush,\n That grows upon yon lilye lee.\u2019\n\n 33\n \u2018I will not yield to a braken-bush,\n Nor yet will I yield to a brier;\n But I would yield to Earl Douglas,\n Or Sir Hugh the Montgomery, if he were here.\u2019\n\n 34\n As soon as he knew it was Montgomery,\n He struck his sword\u2019s point in the gronde;\n The Montgomery was a courteous knight,\n And quickly took him by the honde.\n\n 35\n This deed was done at the Otterbourne,\n About the breaking of the day;\n Earl Douglas was buried at the braken-bush,\n And the Percy led captive away.\n\n\n D\n\n Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, I, xviii f; from recitation.\n\n 1\n Then out an spak a little wee boy,\n And he was near o Percy\u2019s kin:\n Methinks I see the English host\n A coming branking us upon.\n\n 2\n Wi nine waggons scaling wide,\n And seven banners bearing high;\n It wad do any living gude\n To see their bonny colours fly.\n\n\n E\n\n Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. lxxi, note 30; from a recited copy.\n\n \u2018O yield thee to yon braken-bush,\n That grows upon yon lilly lie;\n For there lies aneth yon braken-bush\n What aft has conquerd mae than thee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A. a.#\n\n 3^4. many a styrande. \u201cThe reading of the MS. is, I suspect,\n right; for stage, or staig, in Scotland means a young horse\n unshorn of its masculine attributes, and the obvious intention\n of the poet is merely to describe that the Scottish alighted\n from many a prancing steed, in order to prepare for action.\u201d\n _Motherwell, Minstrelsy, p. lxxi, note 30, who would read\n accordingly_, [Off] many a styrande stage. _The fourth line, as\n amended by Motherwell, would be a superfluity, whereas Percy\u2019s\n reading, here adopted, adds a pleasing incident, the rousing of\n the deer as the troopers passed their haunts._\n\n 20^1. beste, _corrected_ to bent.\n\n 22^1. _repeated at the top of fol. 65 back._\n\n 31^3. the one; #b#, thy one.\n\n 34^2. soth soth.\n\n 41^1. #b#, weynde.\n\n 46^3. cressawtt#es#.\n\n 50^3. schapped: _cf._ 54^1.\n\n 60^4. S_yr_ James: _cf._ 28^4.\n\n 64^3. Covell.\n\n _Crossed final_ ll, _in_ all, styll, Castell, schall, well, _etc.,\n has not been rendered_ ll_e_.\n\n#b.#\n\n A Songe made in R. 2. his tyme of the Battelle at Otterburne\n betweene the Lord Henry Percye, Earle of Northomberland, and the\n Earle Douglas of Scotland, An\u00ba. 1388.\n\n _Either #b# is a transcript of #a#, or both are from the same\n source._\n\n 3^2. Redclyffe.\n\n 3^4. Many a stirande.\n\n 4^4. bound.\n\n 7^4. they ranne.\n\n 11^1. S^r Henry came.\n\n 13^2. wille.\n\n 14^2. game and.\n\n 15^2. maiste thou.\n\n 15^4. Henrye.\n\n 20^1. houered vppon the beste bent.\n\n 24^4. gare me oute to.\n\n 28^4. Aguiston.\n\n 31^3. thy one.\n\n 35^1. no more.\n\n 35^2. cronicles.\n\n 37^3. abyde.\n\n 39^4. w^{th} thie eye.\n\n 40^1. yonde Skotes.\n\n 41^1. Ffor yf I weynde.\n\n 44^3. my avowe.\n\n 46^2. I _wanting_.\n\n 49^1. arrowes gan vpe to.\n\n 50^3. schapped: swatte.\n\n 51^1. from the.\n\n 54^1. swotte.\n\n 57^1. stonderes; elke syde.\n\n 59^3. a _wanting_.\n\n 60^4. S^r James.\n\n 63^3. Ffitzhughe.\n\n 64^1. Harbotle.\n\n 64^3. Covelle.\n\n 66^4. a _wanting_.\n\n 67^1. the morowe.\n\n 70^1. Percyes.\n\n _A pencil note on the first leaf of #b# (signed F. M., Sir F.\n Madden) states that it is in Ralph Starkey\u2019s hand._\n\n#B. a.#\n\n 2^3. Fuife _in my transcript of_ Herd, I; Fyfe in II.\n\n 3^3. hae _is omitted in_ II _and the printed copy_.\n\n 3^4. _printed_ into a fire.\n\n 5^3. bravest _in my transcript of_ Herd, I; brawest, II; _printed_\n brawest.\n\n 7^3. _The second MS. has_ gae; _printed_ gae.\n\n 8^3. bring me _in my transcript of_ Herd, I; bury _in the second\n MS., and so printed_.\n\n 12^2. II, into.\n\n#b.#\n\n 1^1. and _wanting_.\n\n 2^4. Hugh the.\n\n 3^1. have harried.\n\n 3^2. they Bambroshire.\n\n 3^3. And _wanting_.\n\n 3^4. a\u2019in a blaze o fire.\n\n 5^1. true, thou little foot-page.\n\n 5^2. If this be true thou tells to me.\n\n 5^4. This day _wanting_; morning\u2019s.\n\n 6^1. thou little.\n\n 6^2. lie thou tells to.\n\n 6^3. that\u2019s _wanting_.\n\n 6^4. hang.\n\n 7^1. boy has.\n\n 7^2. hung right low.\n\n 7^3. gave Lord.\n\n 7^4. I wot a.\n\n 8^1. Douglas to the Montgomery said.\n\n 8^3. me by the.\n\n 8^4. that grows.\n\n 9^1. The Percy.\n\n 9^2. That either of other were fain.\n\n 10^1. Yield thee, O yield.\n\n 10^4. it must.\n\n 11\n Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun,\n Nor yet shalt thou yield to me;\n But yield thee to the braken-bush,\n That grows upon yon lilye lee.\n\n 12^1. I will not.\n\n 12^2. I to.\n\n 12^4. Hugh the: he were.\n\n 13^{1,3}. And the Montgomery.\n\n 13^4. And quickly took him.\n\n 14^4. the Percy.\n\n#C.#\n\n 34^1. _In one copy_: As soon as he knew it was Sir Hugh.\n\n\n\n\n 162\n\n THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT\n\n #A.# MS. Ashmole, 48, 1550 or later, Bodleian Library, in Skeat\u2019s\n Specimens of English Literature, etc., third edition, 1880, p.\n 67.[169]\n\n #B. a.# \u2018Chevy Chase,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 188, Hales and Furnivall, II, 7.\n #b.# Pepys Ballads, I, 92, No 45, Magdalene College, Cambridge,\n broadside, London, printed for M. G. #c.# Douce Ballads, fol. 27^b,\n Bodleian Library, and Roxburghe Ballads, III, 66, British Museum,\n broadside, printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright, #d.# Wood\n Ballads, 401, 48, Bodleian Library, broadside, printed for F. Coles,\n T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson. #e.# Bagford Ballads, I, No 32, British\n Museum, broadside, printed by and for W. Onley. #f.# A Scottish\n copy, without printer, Harvard College Library.\n\n\n#A# was first printed by Hearne in Guilielmi Neubrigensis Historia, I,\nlxxxii ff, 1719; then by Percy, Reliques, I, 1, 1765, with a judicious\npreface. The whole manuscript, in which this piece is No 8, was edited\nby Thomas Wright for the Roxburghe Club in 1860: Songs and Ballads, with\nother short Poems, chiefly of the Reign of Philip and Mary.\n\n#B# may probably be found in any of the larger sets of broadsides. It is\nincluded in such collections as Dryden\u2019s Miscellanies, II, 238, 1702;\nPills to purge Melancholy, IV, 289, 1719; Old Ballads, I, 111, 1723;\nPercy\u2019s Reliques, I, 235, 1765. #b# has many readings of #a#, the copy\nin the Percy MS. There is a second Bagford copy, II, No 37, printed like\n#e#, for W. Onley. #f#, the Scottish copy, is probably of a date near\n1700. Like the edition printed at Glasgow, 1747, it is, in the language\nof Percy, \u201cremarkable for the wilful corruptions made in all the\npassages which concern the two nations\u201d: Folio Manuscript, Hales and\nFurnivall, II, 1, note, and Reliques, 1765, I, 234. The Scots are made\nfifteen hundred, the English twenty, in 6, 13, 53, 54; the speeches of\nKing James and King Henry are interchanged in 58, 60; 62, 63, are\ndropped.\n\nThe \u2018Hunttis of Chevet\u2019 is among the \u201csangis of natural music of the\nantiquite\u201d mentioned as sung by the \u201cshepherds\u201d in The Complaynt of\nScotland, a book assigned to 1549. It was an old and a popular song at\nthe middle of the sixteenth century. The copy in the Ashmolean\nmanuscript is subscribed Expliceth, quod Rychard Sheale, upon which\nground Sheale has been held to be the author,[170] and not, as Percy and\nRitson assumed, simply the transcriber, of the ballad. Sheale describes\nhimself as a minstrel living at Tamworth, whose business was to sing and\ntalk, or to chant ballads and tell stories. He was the author of four\npieces of verse in the same manuscript, one of which is of the date 1559\n(No 56). This and another piece (No 46), in which he tells how he was\nrobbed of above three score pound, give a sufficient idea of his dialect\nand style and a measure of his ability. This ballad was of course part\nof his stock as minstrel; the supposition that he was the author is\npreposterous in the extreme.\n\nThe song \u201cwhich is commonly sung of the Hunting of Chiviot,\u201d says Hume\nof Godscroft, \u201cseemeth indeed poeticall and a meer fiction, perhaps to\nstirre up vertue; yet a fiction whereof there is no mention, neither in\nthe Scottish nor English chronicle\u201d: p. 104. To this the general\nreplication may be made that the ballad can scarcely be a deliberate\nfiction. The singer is not a critical historian, but he supposes himself\nto be dealing with facts; he may be partial to his countrymen, but he\nhas no doubt that he is treating of a real event; and the singer in this\nparticular case thought he was describing the battle of Otterburn, the\nHunting of the Cheviot being indifferently so called: st. 65. The\nagreement to meet, in #A#, st. 9, corresponds with the plight in\nOtterburn, st. 16; 17^4 corresponds to Otterburn 12^4, 30^4; 47, 56, 57,\nare the same as Otterburn 58, 61, 67; 31, 32, 66, are variants of\nOtterburn 51, 52, 68; Douglas\u2019s summons to Percy to yield, Percy\u2019s\nrefusal, and Douglas\u2019s death, 33^1, 35\u201337^2, may be a variation of\nOtterburn, 51^3, 55\u201356; Sir John of Agarstone is slain with Percy in 52,\nand with Douglas in Otterburn 60; Sir Hugh Montgomery appears in both.\n\nThe differences in the story of the two ballads, though not trivial, are\nstill not so material as to forbid us to hold that both may be founded\nupon the same occurrence, the Hunting of the Cheviot being of course the\nlater version,[171] and following in part its own tradition, though\nrepeating some portions of the older ballad. According to this older\nballad, Douglas invades Northumberland in an act of public war;\naccording to the later, Percy takes the initiative, by hunting in the\nScottish hills without the leave and in open defiance of Douglas,\nlieutenant of the Marches. Such trespasses,[172] whether by the English\nor the Scots, were not less common, we may believe, than hostile\nincursions, and the one would as naturally as the other account for a\nbloody collision between the rival families of Percy and Douglas, to\nthose who consulted \u201cold men\u201d instead of histories: cf. stanza 67. The\nolder and the later ballad concur (and herein are in harmony with some\nchroniclers, though not with the best) as to Percy\u2019s slaying Douglas. In\nthe older ballad Percy is taken prisoner, an incident which history must\nrecord, but which is somewhat insipid, for which reason we might expect\ntradition to improve the tale by assigning a like fate to both of the\nheroic antagonists.\n\nThe singer all but startles us with his historical lore when he informs\nus in 63 that King Harry the Fourth \u201cdid the battle of Hombylldown\u201d to\nrequite the death of Percy; for though the occasion of Homildon was\nreally another incursion on the part of the Scots, and the same Percy\nwas in command of the English who in the ballad meets his death at\nOtterburn, nevertheless the battle of Homildon was actually done\nfourteen years subsequent to that of Otterburn and falls in the reign of\nHenry Fourth. The free play of fancy in assigning the cause of Homildon\nmust be allowed to offset the servility to an accurate chronology; and\nsuch an extenuation is required only in this instance.[173] Not only is\nthe fourth Harry on the throne of England at the epoch of Otterburn, but\nJamy is the Scottish king, although King James I was not crowned until\n1424, the second year of Henry VI.\n\nBut here we may remember what is well said by Bishop Percy: \u201cA\nsuccession of two or three Jameses, and the long detention of one of\nthem in England, would render the name familiar to the English, and\ndispose a poet in those rude times to give it to any Scottish king he\nhappened to mention.\u201d The only important inference from the mention of a\nKing James is that the minstrel\u2019s date is not earlier than 1424.\n\nThe first, second, and fourth James were contemporary with a Henry\nduring the whole of their reign, and the third during a part of his;\nwith the others we need not concern ourselves. It has given satisfaction\nto some who wish to reconcile the data of the ballad with history to\nfind in a Scottish historiographer a record of a fight between a Percy\nand a Douglas in 1435 or 1436, at the very end of the reign of James I.\nHenry Percy of Northumberland, says Hector Boece, made a raid into\nScotland with four thousand men (it is not known whether of his own\nmotion or by royal authority), and was encountered by nearly an equal\nforce under William Douglas, Earl of Angus, and others, at Piperden, the\nvictory falling to the Scots, with about the same slaughter on both\nsides: Scotorum Historia, 1526, fol. ccclxvi, back. This affair is\nmentioned by Bower, Scotichronicon, 1759, II, 500 f, but the leader of\nthe English is not named,[174] wherefore we may doubt whether it was a\nPercy. Very differently from Otterburn, this battle made but a slight\nimpression on the chroniclers.\n\nSidney\u2019s words, though perhaps a hundred times requoted since they were\ncited by Addison, cannot be omitted here: \u201cCertainly I must confesse my\nown barbarousnes. I never heard the olde song of Percy and Duglas that I\nfound not my heart mooved more then with a trumpet; and yet is it sung\nbut by some blinde crouder, with no rougher voyce then rude stile:\nwhich, being so evill apparrelled in the dust and cobwebbes of that\nuncivill age, what would it worke trymmed in the gorgeous eloquence of\nPindar!\u201d[175] Sidney\u2019s commendation is fully justified by the quality of\nThe Battle of Otterburn, but is merited in even a higher degree by The\nHunting of the Cheviot, and for that reason (I know of no other) The\nHunting of the Cheviot may be supposed to be the ballad he had in mind.\nThe song of Percy and Douglas, then, was sung about the country by blind\nfiddlers about 1580 in a rude and ancient form, much older than the one\nthat has come down to us; for that, if heard by Sidney, could not have\nseemed to him a song of an uncivil age, meaning the age of Percy and\nDouglas, two hundred years before his day. It would give no such\nimpression even now, if chanted to an audience three hundred years later\nthan Sidney.[176]\n\n#B# is a striking but by no means a solitary example of the impairment\nwhich an old ballad would suffer when written over for the broadside\npress. This very seriously enfeebled edition was in circulation\nthroughout the seventeenth century, and much sung (says Chappell)\ndespite its length.[177] It is declared by Addison, in his appreciative\nand tasteful critique, Spectator, Nos 70, 74, 1711, to be the favorite\nballad of the common people of England.[178] Addison, who knew no other\nversion, informs us that Ben Jonson used to say that he had rather have\nbeen the author of Chevy Chase than of all his works. The broadside copy\nmay possibly have been the only one known to Jonson also, but in all\nprobability the traditional ballad was still sung in the streets in\nJonson\u2019s youth, if not later.\n\n#A# 3. By these \u201cshyars thre\u201d is probably meant three districts in\nNorthumberland which still go by the name of _shires_ and are all in the\nneighborhood of Cheviot. These are Islandshire, being the district so\nnamed from Holy Island; Norehamshire, so called from the town and castle\nof Noreham or Norham; and Bamboroughshire, the ward or hundred belonging\nto Bamborough castle and town. Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1794, I, 5, note.\n\n15. Chyviat Chays, well remarks Mr Wheatley in his edition of the\nReliques, I, 22, becomes Chevy Chace by the same process as that by\nwhich Teviotdale becomes Tividale, and there is no sufficient occasion\nfor the suggestion that Chevy Chase is a corruption of chevauch\u00e9e, raid,\nmade by Dr. E. B. Nicholson, Notes and Queries, Third Series, XII, 124,\nand adopted by Burton, History of Scotland, II, 366.\n\n38 f. \u201cThat beautiful line _taking the dead man by the hand_ will put\nthe reader in mind of \u00c6neas\u2019s behavior towards Lausus, whom he himself\nhad slain as he came to the rescue of his aged father\u201d (Ingemuit\nmiserans graviter, dextramque tetendit, etc., \u00c6n. X, 823, etc.):\nAddison, in Spectator, No 70.\n\n54^{3,4}, and #B# 50^{3,4}. Witherington\u2019s prowess was not without\nprecedent, and, better still, was emulated in later days. Witness the\nbattle of Ancrum Muir, 1545, or \u201cLilliard\u2019s Edge,\u201d as it is commonly\ncalled, from a woman that fought with great bravery there, to whose\nmemory there was a monument erected on the field of battle with this\ninscription, as the traditional report goes:\n\n \u201cFair maiden Lilliard lies under this stane;\n Little was her stature, but great her fame;\n On the English lads she laid many thumps,\n And when her legs were off, she fought upon her stumps.\u201d[179]\n\nThe giant Burlong also fought wonderfully on his stumps after Sir\nTriamour had smitten his legs off by the knee: Utterson\u2019s Popular\nPoetry, I, 67, 1492\u201394, cited by Motherwell; Percy MS., Hales and\nFurnivall, II, 131. Sir Graysteel fights on one leg: Eger and Grine,\nPercy MS., I, 386 f, 1032, 1049. Nygosar, in Kyng Alisaunder, after both\nhis armes have been cut off, bears two knights from their steeds \u201cwith\nhis heved and with his cors\u201d: 2291\u20132312, Weber, I, 98 f. Still better,\nKing Starka\u00f0r, in the older Edda, fights after his head is off:\nHelgakvi\u00f0a Hundingsbana, ii, 27, Bugge, p. 196.[180]\n\n\u201cSed, etiam si ceciderit, de genu pugnat,\u201d Seneca, De Providentia 2, 4\n(cited in The Gentleman\u2019s Magazine, 1794, I, 306), is explained by\nSeneca himself, Epis. lxvi, 47: \u201cqui, succisis poplitibus, in genua se\nexcepit nec arma dimisit.\u201d \u201cIn certaminibus gladiatorum hoc s\u00e6pe\naccidisse et statu\u00e6 existentes docent, imprimis gladiator Borghesinus.\u201d\nSenec\u00e6 Op. Phil., Bouillet, II, 12.\n\n61^1. \u201cLovely London,\u201d as Maginn remarks, Blackwood\u2019s Magazine, VII,\n327, is like the Homeric \u0391\u1f50\u03b3\u03b5\u03b9\u1f70\u03c2 \u1f10\u03c1\u03b1\u03c4\u03b5\u03b9\u03bd\u03ac\u03c2, \u1f08\u03c1\u03ae\u03bd\u03b7\u03bd \u1f10\u03c1\u03b1\u03c4\u03b5\u03b9\u03bd\u03ae\u03bd, Il., ii,\n532, 591, etc. Leeve, or lovely, London, is of frequent occurrence: see\nNo 158, 1^1, No 168, appendix, 7^5, No 174, 35^1, etc. So \u201cmen of\npleasant Tivydale,\u201d #B# 14^1, wrongly in #B a#, #f#, \u201cpleasant men of\nTiuydale.\u201d\n\n64^3. Glendale is one of the six wards of Northumberland, and Homildon\nis in this ward, a mile northwest of Wooler.\n\n65^2. That tear begane this spurn \u201cis said to be a proverb, meaning that\ntear, or pull, brought about this kick\u201d: Skeat. Such a proverb is\nunlikely and should be vouched. There may be corruption, and perhaps we\nshould read, as a lamentation, That ear (ever) begane this spurn! Or\npossibly, That tear is for That there, meaning simply there.\n\nFor genealogical illustrations may be consulted, with caution, Percy\u2019s\nReliques, 1794, I, 34 ff, 282 ff. With respect to 53^1, Professor Skeat\nnotes: \u201cLou_m_le, Lumley; always hitherto printed louele (and explained\nLovel), though the MS. cannot be so read, the word being written lo\u016ble.\n\u2018My Lord Lumley\u2019 is mentioned in the ballad of Scotish Feilde, Percy\nFol. MS., I, 226, l. 270; and again in the ballad of Bosworth Feilde,\n_id._, III, 245, l. 250.\u201d\n\n\n A is translated by Herder, II, 213; by R.\n\nv. Bismarck, Deutches Museum, 1858, I, 897; by Von Mar\u00e9es, p. 63; by\nGrundtvig, Engelske og skotske Folkeviser, p. 84, No 13. Into Latin by\nDr. William Maginn, in Blackwood\u2019s Magazine, 1819\u201320, VI, 199, VII, 323.\n\n#B# is translated by Bothe, p. 6; by Knortz, L. u. R. Alt-Englands, p.\n24, No 7; by Lo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 55; (in part) by Cant\u00f9, p. 802. Into\nLatin by Henry Bold, Dryden\u2019s Miscellanies, ed. 1702, II, 239; by Rev.\nJohn Anketell, Poems, etc., Dublin, 1793, p. 264.\n\n\n A\n\n MS. Ashmole, 48 Bodleian Library, in Skeat\u2019s Specimens of English\n Literature, 1394\u20131579, ed. 1880, p. 67.\n\n 1\n The P_er_s\u00eb owt off Northombarlonde,\n and avowe to God mayd he\n That he wold hunte in the mowntayns\n off Chyviat w_i_t_h_in days thre,\n In the magg_er_ of dought\u00eb Dogles,\n and all that eu_er_ with him be.\n\n 2\n The fattiste hart_es_ in all Cheviat\n he sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away:\n \u2018Be my feth,\u2019 sayd _th_e dougheti Doglas agayn,\n \u2018I will let _tha_t hontyng yf _tha_t I may.\u2019\n\n 3\n The[n] _th_e P_er_s\u00eb owt off Bamborowe cam,\n w_i_t_h_ him a myghtee meany,\n W_i_t_h_ fifteen hondrith archar_es_ bold off blood and bone;\n _th_e wear chosen owt of shyars thre.\n\n 4\n This begane at a Monday at morn,\n in Cheviat the hillys so he;\n The chylde may rue that ys vn-born,\n it wos the mor pitt\u00eb.\n\n 5\n The dryvars thorowe the wood_\u00ebs_ went,\n for to reas the dear;\n Bomen byckarte vppone the bent\n w_i_t_h_ ther browde aros cleare.\n\n 6\n Then the wylde thorowe the wood_\u00ebs_ went,\n on eu_er_y syd\u00eb shear;\n Greahond_es_ thorowe the grevis glent,\n for to kyll thear dear.\n\n 7\n _Th_is begane in Chyviat _th_e hyls abone,\n yerly on a Monnyn-day;\n Be _tha_t it drewe to the oware off none,\n a hondrith fat hart_\u00ebs_ ded _the_r lay.\n\n 8\n The blewe a mort vppone _th_e bent,\n _th_e semblyde on sydis shear;\n To the quyrry then the P_er_s\u00eb went,\n to se the bryttlynge off the deare.\n\n 9\n He sayd, It was the Duglas promys\n this day to met me hear;\n But I wyste he wold faylle, verament;\n a great oth _th_e P_er_s\u00eb swear.\n\n 10\n At the laste a squyar off Northo_m_b_er_londe\n lokyde at his hand full ny;\n He was war a the doughetie Doglas co_m_mynge,\n with him a myghtt\u00eb meany.\n\n 11\n Both with spear, bylle, and brande,\n yt was a myghtti sight to se;\n Hardyar men, both off harte nor hande,\n wear not in Cristiant\u00eb.\n\n 12\n The wear twenti hondrith spear-men good,\n withoute any feale;\n The wear borne along be the watt_er_ a Twyde,\n yth bownd_\u00ebs_ of Tividale.\n\n 13\n \u2018Leave of the brytlyng of the dear,\u2019 he sayd,\n \u2018and to your bo\u00ffs lock ye tayk good hed_e_;\n For neu_er_ sithe ye wear on your mothars borne\n had ye neu_er_ so mickle ned_e_.\u2019\n\n 14\n The dougheti Dogglas on a stede,\n he rode all_e_ his men beforne;\n His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;\n a boldar barne was nev_er_ born.\n\n 15\n \u2018Tell me whos men ye ar,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018or whos men that ye be:\n Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays,\n in _th_e spyt of myn and of me.\u2019\n\n 16\n The first mane that ev_er_ him an answear mayd,\n yt was _th_e good lord P_er_s\u00eb:\n \u2018We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018nor whos men _tha_t we be;\n But we wyll hounte hear in this chays,\n in the spyt of thyne and of the.\n\n 17\n \u2018_Th_e fattiste hart_\u00ebs_ in all Chyviat\n we haue kyld, and cast to carry them away:\u2019\n \u2018Be my troth,\u2019 sayd _th_e doughet\u00eb Dogglas agay[n],\n \u2018_the_rfor the ton of vs shall de this day.\u2019\n\n 18\n Then sayd the dought\u00eb Doglas\n unto the lord P_er_s\u00eb:\n \u2018To kyll all_e_ thes giltles men,\n alas, it wear great pitt\u00eb!\n\n 19\n \u2018But, P_er_s\u00eb, thowe art a lord of lande,\n I am a yerle callyd w_i_t_h_in my contr\u00eb;\n Let all our men vppone a p_ar_ti stande,\n and do the battell off the and of me.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018Nowe Crist_es_ cors on his crowne,\u2019 sayd the lorde P_er_s\u00eb,\n \u2018who-so-euer _the_r-to says nay!\n Be my troth, doughtt\u00eb Doglas,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018thow shalt neu_er_ se that day.\n\n 21\n \u2018Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,\n nor for no man of a woman born,\n But, and fortune be my chance,\n I dar met him, on man for on.\u2019\n\n 22\n Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,\n R_i_c_hard_ Wytharyngton was him nam;\n \u2018It shall neu_er_ be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018to Kyng Herry _th_e Fourth for sham.\n\n 23\n \u2018I wat youe byn great lord_\u00ebs_ twaw,\n I am a poor squyar of lande;\n I wyll_e_ neu_er_ se my captayne fyght on a fylde,\n and stande my selffe and loocke on,\n But whyll_e_ I may my weppone welde,\n I wyll_e_ not [fayle] both hart and hande.\u2019\n\n 24\n That day, _tha_t day, _tha_t dredfull day!\n _th_e first fit here I fynde;\n And youe wyll here any mor a the hountynge a the Chyviat,\n yet ys _the_r mor behynd_e_.\n\n\n 25\n The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent,\n _th_er hartes wer good yenoughe;\n The first off arros that the shote off,\n seven skore spear-men the sloughe.\n\n 26\n Yet byddys the yerle Doglas vppon _th_e bent,\n a captayne good yenoughe,\n And that was sene verament,\n for he wrought ho_m_ both woo and wouche.\n\n 27\n The Dogglas p_ar_tyd his ost in thre,\n lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde;\n With suar spears off myghtt\u00eb tre,\n the cu_m_ in on eu_er_y syde;\n\n 28\n Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery\n gave many a wounde full_e_ wyde;\n Many a doughet\u00eb the garde to dy,\n which ganyde them no pryde.\n\n 29\n The Ynglyshe men let ther bo\u00ffs be,\n and pulde owt brand_es_ _tha_t wer brighte;\n It was a hevy syght to se\n bryght sword_es_ on basnit_es_ lyght.\n\n 30\n Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple,\n many sterne the strocke done streght;\n Many a freyke that was full_e_ fre,\n ther vndar foot dyd lyght.\n\n 31\n At last the Duglas and the P_er_s\u00eb met,\n lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;\n The swapte togethar tyll_e_ the both swat,\n w_i_t_h_ swordes that wear of fyn myllan.\n\n 32\n Thes worth\u00eb freckys for to fyght,\n _the_r-to _th_e wear full_e_ fayne,\n Tyll_e_ the bloode owte off thear basnet_es_ sprente,\n as eu_er_ dyd heal or ra[y]n.\n\n 33\n \u2018Yelde the, P_er_s\u00eb,\u2019 sayde the Doglas,\n \u2018and i feth I shall_e_ the brynge\n Wher thowe shalte haue a yerls wagis\n of Jamy our Skottish kynge.\n\n 34\n \u2018Thoue shalte haue thy ransom fre,\n I hight the hear this thinge;\n For the manfullyste man yet art thowe\n that eu_er_ I conqueryd in filde fighttyng_e_.\u2019\n\n 35\n \u2018Nay,\u2019 sayd the lord P_er_s\u00eb,\n \u2018I tolde it the beforne,\n That I wolde neu_er_ yeldyde be\n to no man of a woman born.\u2019\n\n 36\n W_i_t_h_ that ther cam an arrowe hastely,\n forthe off a myghtt\u00eb wane;\n Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas\n in at the brest-bane.\n\n 37\n Thorowe lyvar and long_\u00ebs_ bathe\n the sharpe arrowe ys gane,\n _Tha_t neu_er_ aft_er_ in all his lyffe-days\n he spayke mo word_\u00ebs_ but ane:\n _Tha_t was, Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye may,\n for my lyff-days ben gan.\n\n 38\n The P_er_s\u00eb leanyde on his brande,\n and sawe _th_e Duglas de;\n He tooke the dede mane by the hande,\n and sayd, Wo ys me for the!\n\n 39\n \u2018To haue savyde thy lyffe, I wolde haue p_ar_tyde w_i_t_h_\n my land_es_ for years thre,\n For a bett_er_ man, of hart nare of hande,\n was nat in all _th_e north contr\u00eb.\u2019\n\n 40\n Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,\n was callyd S_er_ Hewe the Monggo_m_byrry;\n He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght,\n he spendyd a spear, a trusti tre.\n\n 41\n He rod vppone a corsiare\n throughe a hondrith archery:\n He neu_er_ stynttyde, nar neu_er_ blane,\n tyll_e_ he cam to _th_e good lord P_er_s\u00eb.\n\n 42\n He set vppone the lorde P_er_s\u00eb\n a dynte that was full soare;\n With a suar spear of a myghtt\u00eb tre\n clean thorow the body he _th_e P_er_s\u00eb ber,\n\n 43\n A the tothar syde that a man myght se\n a large cloth-yard and mare:\n Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiant\u00eb\n then _tha_t day slan wear _th_er.\n\n 44\n An archar off Northomb_er_londe\n say slean was _th_e lord Pers\u00eb;\n He bar a bende bowe in his hand,\n was made off trusti tre.\n\n 45\n An arow _tha_t a cloth-yarde was lang\n to th_e_ harde stele halyde he;\n A dynt _tha_t was both sad and soar\n he sat on S_er_ Hewe _th_e Monggo_m_byrry.\n\n 46\n _Th_e dynt yt was both sad and sar\n _tha_t he of Monggo_m_berry sete;\n _Th_e swane-fethars _tha_t his arrowe bar\n w_i_t_h_ his hart-blood _th_e wear wete.\n\n 47\n Ther was neu_er_ a freake wone foot wolde fle,\n but still in stour dyd stand,\n Heawyng on yche othar, whyll_e_ the myghte dre,\n w_i_t_h_ many a balfull brande.\n\n 48\n This battell begane in Chyviat\n an owar befor the none,\n And when even-songe bell was rang,\n the battell was nat half done.\n\n 49\n The tocke . . on ethar hande\n be the lyght off the mone;\n Many hade no strenght for to stande,\n in Chyviat _th_e hillys abon.\n\n 50\n Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde\n went away but seuenti and thre;\n Of twenti hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde,\n but even five and fifti.\n\n 51\n But all wear slayne Cheviat w_i_t_h_in;\n _th_e hade no streng[th]e to stand on hy;\n The chylde may rue that ys unborne,\n it was _th_e mor pitt\u00eb.\n\n 52\n Thear was slayne, withe the lord P_er_s\u00eb,\n S_er_ Joh_a_n of Ag_er_stone,\n S_er_ Rogar, the hinde Hartly,\n S_er_ Wyllyam, the bolde Hearone.\n\n 53\n Ser Jorg, the worth\u00eb Lou_m_le,\n a knyghte of great renowen,\n Ser Raff, the ryche Rugbe,\n with dynt_es_ wear beaten dowene.\n\n 54\n For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,\n _tha_t eu_er_ he slayne shulde be;\n For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,\n yet he knyled and fought on hys kny.\n\n 55\n Ther was slayne, w_i_t_h_ _th_e dougheti Duglas,\n S_er_ Hewe the Monggo_m_byrry,\n S_er_ Dauy Lwdale, _tha_t worth\u00eb was,\n his sistars son was he.\n\n 56\n S_er_ Charls a Murr\u00eb in that place,\n _tha_t neu_er_ a foot wolde fle;\n S_er_ Hewe Maxwell_e_, a lorde he was,\n w_i_t_h_ _th_e Doglas dyd he dey.\n\n 57\n So on the morrowe the mayde them byears\n off birch and hasell so g[r]ay;\n Many wedous, w_i_t_h_ wepyng tears,\n cam to fache _the_r makys away.\n\n 58\n Tivydale may carpe off care,\n Northo_m_barlond may mayk great mon,\n For towe such captayns as slayne wear thear\n on the March-pa_r_ti shall neu_er_ be non.\n\n 59\n Word ys co_m_men to Eddenburrowe,\n to Jamy _th_e Skottishe kynge,\n That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the M_ar_ches,\n he lay slean Chyviot w_i_t_h_in.\n\n 60\n His handd\u00ebs dyd he weal and wryng,\n he sayd, Alas, and woe ys me!\n Such an othar captayn Skotland w_i_t_h_in,\n he sayd, ye-feth shuld neu_er_ be.\n\n 61\n Worde ys co_m_myn to lovly Londone,\n till the fourth Harry our kynge,\n _Tha_t lord P_er_s\u00eb, leyff-tenante of the M_ar_chis,\n he lay slayne Chyviat w_i_t_h_in.\n\n 62\n \u2018God haue m_er_ci on his soll_e_,\u2019 sayde Kyng Harry,\n \u2018good lord, yf thy will it be!\n I haue a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde,\u2019 he sayd,\n \u2019as good as eu_er_ was he:\n But, P_er_s\u00eb, and I brook my lyffe,\n thy deth well quyte shall be.\u2019\n\n 63\n As our noble kynge mayd his avowe,\n lyke a noble prince of renowen,\n For the deth of the lord P_er_s\u00eb\n he dyde the battell of Ho_m_byll-down;\n\n 64\n Wher syx and thritt\u00eb Skottishe knyght_es_\n on a day wear beaten down;\n Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght,\n ov_er_ castill_e_, towar, and town.\n\n 65\n This was the hontynge off the Cheviat,\n that tear begane this spurn;\n Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe\n call it _th_e battell of Ott_er_burn.\n\n 66\n At Ott_er_burn begane this spurne,\n vppone a Monnynday;\n Ther was the dought\u00eb Doglas slean,\n _th_e P_er_s\u00eb neu_er_ went away.\n\n 67\n Ther was neu_er_ a tym on the Marche-p_ar_t\u00ebs\n sen _th_e Doglas and _th_e P_er_s\u00eb met,\n But yt ys m_er_vele and the rede blude ro_n_ne not,\n as the reane doys in _th_e stret.\n\n 68\n Ihesue Crist our balys bete,\n and to the blys vs brynge!\n Thus was the hountynge of the Chivyat:\n God send vs all_e_ good endyng!\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Percy MS., p. 188, Hales and Furnivall, II, 7. #b.# Pepys\n Ballads, I, 92, No 45, broadside printed for M. G. #c.# Douce\n Ballads, fol. 27^b, and Roxburghe Ballads, III, 66, broadside\n printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright. #d.# Wood\u2019s Ballads,\n 401, 48, broadside printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson.\n #e.# Bagford Ballads, I, No 32, broadside printed by and for W.\n Onley. #f.# A Scottish copy, without printer.\n\n\n 1\n God prosper long our noble k_ing_,\n our liffes and saftyes all!\n A woefull hunting once there did\n in Cheuy Chase befall.\n\n 2\n To dr_i_ue the deere w_i_th hound and horne\n Erle Pearcy took the way:\n The child may rue _tha_t is vnborne\n the hunting of _tha_t day!\n\n 3\n The stout Erle of Northumberland\n a vow to God did make\n His pleasure in the Scottish woods\n three som_m_ers days to take,\n\n 4\n The cheefest harts in Cheuy C[h]ase\n to kill and beare away:\n These tydings to Erle Douglas came\n in Scottland, where he lay.\n\n 5\n Who sent Erle Pearcy p_re_sent word\n he wold p_re_vent his sport;\n The English erle, not fearing that,\n did to the woods resort,\n\n 6\n W_i_th fifteen hundred bowmen bold,\n all chosen men of might,\n Who knew ffull well in time of neede\n to ayme their shafts arright.\n\n 7\n The gallant greyhound[s] swiftly ran\n to chase the fallow deere;\n On Munday they began to hunt,\n ere daylight did appeare.\n\n 8\n And long before high noone the had\n a hundred fat buckes slaine;\n Then hauing dined, the drouyers went\n to rouze the deare againe.\n\n 9\n The bowmen mustered on the hills,\n well able to endure;\n Theire backsids all w_i_th speciall care\n _tha_t day were guarded sure.\n\n 10\n The hounds ran swiftly through the woods\n the nimble deere to take,\n _Tha_t w_i_th their cryes the hills and dales\n an eccho shrill did make.\n\n 11\n Lord Pearcy to the querry went\n to veiw the tender deere;\n Q_uo_th he, Erle Douglas p_ro_mised once\n this day to meete me heere;\n\n 12\n But if I thought he wold not come,\n noe longer wold I stay.\n W_i_th _tha_t a braue younge gentlman\n thus to the erle did say:\n\n 13\n \u2018Loe, yonder doth Erle Douglas come,\n hys men in armour bright;\n Full twenty hundred Scottish speres\n all marching in our sight.\n\n 14\n \u2018All men of pleasant Tiuydale,\n fast by the riuer Tweede:\u2019\n \u2018O ceaze yo_u_r sportts!\u2019 Erle Pearcy said,\n \u2018and take yo_u_r bowes w_i_th speede.\n\n 15\n \u2018And now w_i_th me, my countrymen,\n yo_u_r courage forth advance!\n For there was neuer champion yett,\n in Scottland nor in Ffrance,\n\n 16\n \u2018_Tha_t eu_er_ did on horsbacke come,\n [but], and if my hap it were,\n I durst encounter man for man,\n w_i_th him to breake a spere.\u2019\n\n 17\n Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede,\n most like a baron bold,\n Rode formost of his company,\n whose armor shone like gold.\n\n 18\n \u2018Shew me,\u2019 sayd hee, \u2018whose men you bee\n _tha_t hunt soe boldly heere,\n _Tha_t w_i_thout my consent doe chase\n and kill my fallow deere.\u2019\n\n 19\n The first man _tha_t did answer make\n was noble Pearcy hee,\n Who sayd, Wee list not to declare\n nor shew whose men wee bee;\n\n 20\n \u2018Yett wee will spend our deerest blood\n thy cheefest harts to slay.\u2019\n Then Douglas swore a solempne oathe,\n and thus in rage did say:\n\n 21\n \u2018Ere thus I will outbraued bee,\n one of vs tow shall dye;\n I know thee well, an erle thou art;\n Lord Pearcy, soe am I.\n\n 22\n \u2018But trust me, Pearcye, pittye it were,\n and great offence, to kill\n Then any of these our guiltlesse men,\n for they haue done none ill.\n\n 23\n \u2018Let thou and I the battell trye,\n and set our men aside:\u2019\n \u2018Accurst bee [he!]\u2019 Erle Pearcye sayd,\n \u2018by whome it is denyed.\u2019\n\n 24\n Then stept a gallant squire forth\u2014\n Witherington was his name\u2014\n Who said, \u2018I wold not haue it told\n to Henery our k_ing_, for shame,\n\n 25\n \u2018_Tha_t ere my captaine fought on foote,\n and I stand looking on.\n You bee two Erles,\u2019 q_uo_th Witheringhton,\n and I a squier alone;\n\n 26\n \u2018I\u2019le doe the best _tha_t doe I may,\n while I haue power to stand;\n While I haue power to weeld my sword,\n I\u2019le fight w_i_th hart and hand.\u2019\n\n 27\n Our English archers bent their bowes;\n their harts were good and trew;\n Att the first flight of arrowes sent,\n full foure score Scotts the slew.\n\n 28\n To driue the deere w_i_th hound and horne,\n Dauglas bade on the bent;\n Two captaines moued w_i_th mickle might,\n their speres to shiuers went.\n\n 29\n They closed full fast on eu_er_ye side,\n noe slacknes there was found,\n But many a gallant gentleman\n lay gasping on the ground.\n\n 30\n O Christ! it was great greeue to see\n how eche man chose his spere,\n And how the blood out of their brests\n did gush like water cleare.\n\n 31\n At last these two stout erles did meet,\n like captaines of great might;\n Like lyons woode they layd on lode;\n the made a cruell fight.\n\n 32\n The fought vntill they both did sweat,\n w_i_th swords of tempered steele,\n Till blood downe their cheekes like raine\n the trickling downe did feele.\n\n 33\n \u2018O yeeld thee, Pearcye!\u2019 Douglas sayd,\n \u2018and in faith I will thee bringe\n Where thou shall high advanced bee\n by Iames our Scottish k_ing_.\n\n 34\n \u2018Thy ransome I will freely giue,\n and this report of thee,\n Thou art the most couragious k_nigh_t\n [that ever I did see.]\u2019\n\n 35\n \u2018Noe, Douglas!\u2019 q_uo_th Erle Percy then,\n \u2018thy p_ro_fer I doe scorne;\n I will not yeelde to any Scott\n _tha_t eu_er_ yett was borne!\u2019\n\n 36\n W_i_th _tha_t there came an arrow keene,\n out of an English bow,\n Which stroke Erle Douglas on the brest\n a deepe and deadlye blow.\n\n 37\n Who neu_er_ sayd more words then these:\n Fight on, my merry men all!\n For why, my life is att [an] end,\n lo_rd_ Pearcy sees my fall.\n\n 38\n Then leauing liffe, Erle Pearcy tooke\n the dead man by the hand;\n Who said, \u2018Erle Dowglas, for thy life,\n wold I had lost my land!\n\n 39\n \u2018O Christ! my verry hart doth bleed\n for sorrow for thy sake,\n For sure, a more redoubted k_nigh_t\n mischance cold neu_er_ take.\u2019\n\n 40\n A k_nigh_t amongst the Scotts there was\n w_hi_ch saw Erle Douglas dye,\n Who streight in hart did vow revenge\n vpon the Lord Pearcye.\n\n 41\n S_i_r Hugh Mountgomerye was he called,\n who, w_i_th a spere full bright,\n Well mounted on a gallant steed,\n ran feircly through the fight,\n\n 42\n And past the English archers all,\n w_i_thout all dread or feare,\n And through Erle Percyes body then\n he thrust his hatfull spere.\n\n 43\n W_i_th such a vehement force and might\n his body he did gore,\n The staff ran through the other side\n a large cloth-yard and more.\n\n 44\n Thus did both those nobles dye,\n whose courage none cold staine;\n An English archer then p_er_ceiued\n the noble erle was slaine.\n\n 45\n He had [a] good bow in his hand,\n made of a trusty tree;\n An arrow of a cloth-yard long\n to the hard head haled hee.\n\n 46\n Against S_i_r Hugh Mountgomerye\n his shaft full right he sett;\n The grey-goose-winge _tha_t was there-on\n in his harts bloode was wett.\n\n 47\n This fight from breake of day did last\n till setting of the sun,\n For when the rung the euening-bell\n the battele scarse was done.\n\n 48\n W_i_th stout Erle Percy there was slaine\n S_i_r Iohn of Egerton,\n S_i_r Rob_er_t Harcliffe and S_i_r William,\n S_i_r Iames, that bold barron.\n\n 49\n And with S_i_r George and S_i_r Iames,\n both k_nigh_ts of good account,\n Good S_i_r Raphe Rebbye there was slaine,\n whose prowesse did surmount.\n\n 50\n For Witherington needs must I wayle\n as one in dolefull dumpes,\n For when his leggs were smitten of,\n he fought vpon his stumpes.\n\n 51\n And w_i_th Erle Dowglas there was slaine\n S_i_r Hugh Mountgomerye,\n And S_i_r Charles Morrell, _tha_t from feelde\n one foote wold neu_er_ flee;\n\n 52\n S_i_r Roger Heuer of Harcliffe tow,\n his sisters sonne was hee;\n S_i_r David Lambwell, well esteemed,\n but saved he cold not bee.\n\n 53\n And the Lo_rd_ Maxwell, in like case,\n w_i_th Douglas he did dye;\n Of twenty hundred Scottish speeres,\n scarce fifty-fiue did flye.\n\n 54\n Of fifteen hundred Englishmen\n went home but fifty-three;\n The rest in Cheuy Chase were slaine,\n vnder the greenwoode tree.\n\n 55\n Next day did many widdowes come\n their husbands to bewayle;\n They washt their wounds in brinish teares,\n but all wold not p_re_vayle.\n\n 56\n Theyr bodyes, bathed in purple blood,\n the bore w_i_th them away;\n They kist them dead a thousand times\n ere the were cladd in clay.\n\n 57\n The newes was brought to Eddenborrow,\n where Scottlands k_ing_ did rayne,\n _Tha_t braue Erle Douglas soddainlye\n was w_i_th an arrow slaine.\n\n 58\n \u2018O heauy newes!\u2019 K_ing_ Iames can say;\n \u2018Scottland may wittenesse bee\n I haue not any capt_aine_ more\n of such account as hee.\u2019\n\n 59\n Like tydings to K_ing_ Henery came,\n w_i_thin as short a space,\n _Tha_t Pearcy of Northumberland\n was slaine in Cheuy Chase.\n\n 60\n \u2018Now God be w_i_th him!\u2019 said our k_ing_,\n \u2018sith it will noe better bee;\n I trust I haue within my realme\n fiue hundred as good as hee.\n\n 61\n \u2018Yett shall not Scotts nor Scottland say\n but I will vengeance take,\n And be revenged on them all\n for braue Erle Percyes sake.\u2019\n\n 62\n This vow the k_ing_ did well p_er_forme\n after on Humble-downe;\n In one day fifty k_nigh_ts were slayne,\n w_i_th lords of great renowne.\n\n 63\n And of the rest, of small account,\n did many hundreds dye:\n Thus endeth the hunting in Cheuy Chase,\n made by the Erle Pearcye.\n\n 64\n God saue our k_ing_, and blesse this land\n w_i_th plentye, ioy, and peace,\n And grant hencforth _tha_t foule debate\n twixt noble men may ceaze!\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n _Without division of stanzas, and in long lines, in the MS., and\n so printed by Hearne, Wright, and Skeat._\n\n \u201cThe MS. is a mere scribble, and the spelling very\n unsatisfactory:\u201d Skeat.\n\n 1^2. and A vowe: _for_ avowe, _see_ 63^1.\n\n 1^4. days iij.\n\n 3^2. xv. C archard_es_.\n\n 3^4. iij.\n\n 5^1. 30^1, 37^1. throrowe.\n\n 7^1. _The_r: _cf._ 4^1.\n\n 8^1. mot.\n\n 10^3. war ath the.\n\n 11^1. brylly and.\n\n 12^1. xx. C.\n\n 22^4. Herry _th_e iiij..\n\n 24^3. mor athe: athe chyviat.\n\n 27^1. in iii..\n\n 36^1. A narrowe.\n\n 39^2. years iij..\n\n 43^1. athe.\n\n 44^1. A narchar.\n\n 45^2. haylde.\n\n 48^2. A nowar.\n\n 50^1. xvC.\n\n 50^2. vij^x.\n\n 50^3. xxC.\n\n 60^3. A-nothar.\n\n 61^2. the iiij..\n\n 61^3. cheyff tenante.\n\n 62^3. a C..\n\n 68^1. ballys.\n\n And _for_ & _always_.\n\n Expliceth quoth Rychard Sheale.\n\n#B. a.#\n\n 1^3. there was.\n\n 3^4. 3.\n\n 6^1. 1500.\n\n 8^1. a 100.\n\n 9^4. _tha_t they.\n\n 13^3. 20.\n\n 14^1. pleasant men of.\n\n 25^3. 2.\n\n 27^1. bend.\n\n 28^3, 31^1. 2.\n\n 31^3. Lyons moods.\n\n 36^3. who scorke Erle.\n\n 38^3. thy sake; _but compare_ #A# 41^1. #b#, #c#, _have_ life;\n sake _was caught from_ 39^2.\n\n 41. 2^d parte.\n\n 43^2. _tha_t his body.\n\n 48^1. slaine. _There is a dot for the_ i, _but nothing more in the\n MS.: Furnivall_.\n\n 49^3. & good.\n\n 50^2. in too full; _perhaps_ wofull.\n\n 53^3. 20.\n\n 53^4. 55.\n\n 54^1. 1500.\n\n 54^2. 53.\n\n 55^3. They washt they.\n\n 56^3. a 1000.\n\n 59^1. in Cheuy chase was slaine.\n\n 60^4. 500.\n\n 62^3. 50.\n\n And _always for_ &.\n\n#b#, #c#, #d#, #e#.\n\n #b#, #c#, #d# (_and I suppose_ #e#), _in stanzas of eight lines_.\n\n#b.#\n\n A memorable song vpon the vnhappy hunting in Cheuy Chase betweene\n the Earle Pearcy of England and Earle Dowglas of Scotland. To\n the tune of Flying Fame.\n\n London, Printed for M. G. _Error for_ H. G.? Henry Gosson\n (1607\u201341).\n\n#c.#\n\n A Memorable song on the unhappy Hunting in Chevy-Chase between\n Earl Piercy of England and Earl Dowglas of Scotland. Tune of\n Flying Fame.\n\n Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere and J. Wright. (1655\u201380?)\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in_ #c#. To the tune, etc.\n\n Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere and W. Gilbertson. (1648\u201361?)\n\n#e.#\n\n An Unhappy Memorable Song of the Hunting; _the rest as in_ #d#.\n\n Licensd and Enterd according to Order.\n\n London, Priented by and for W. Onley, and are to be sold by C.\n Bates, at the Sun and Bible in Pye-corner, (1650\u20131702?)\n\n 1^3. #d.# The woful.\n\n 1^4. there did.\n\n 2^2. his way.\n\n 4^3. #e.# The tidings.\n\n 5^3. fearing this.\n\n 7^1. gray-hounds.\n\n 7^4. when day light.\n\n 8^2. #b#, #c#, #d#. an.\n\n 8^4. #c#, #d#, #e#. rouze them up.\n\n 9^3. #d.# The.\n\n 9^4. that day.\n\n 10^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. And with.\n\n 11^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. once _wanting_.\n\n 12^1. #e.# If that I.\n\n 14^1. #b.# pleasant men of. #c#, #d#, #e#. men of pleasant.\n\n 14^3. Then cease your sport.\n\n 15^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. For never was their (there).\n\n 15^4. or in.\n\n 16^2. #b#, #c#. but if. #d.# but since.\n\n 16^3. #d.# I _wanting_.\n\n 17^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. on a.\n\n 17^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. of the.\n\n 18^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. he said.\n\n 19^1. The man that first.\n\n 19^4. #c#, #d#. now shew.\n\n 20^1. #b#, #c#, #d#. Yet will we.\n\n 22^3. #b#, #c#, #d#. Then _wanting_. #e.# And _for_ any. #c#, #e#.\n harmless.\n\n 22^4. #c#, #d#, #e#. no ill.\n\n 23^3. be he. #c#, #d#, #e#. Lord P.\n\n 23^4. #c#, #d#, #e#. this is.\n\n 24^3. #c#, #d#. said he would.\n\n 25^1. #d.# ever.\n\n 25^2. #c#, #d#, #e#. I stood.\n\n 25^3. #d.# two be. #b.# quod W. #c#, #d#, #e#. said W.\n\n 27^1. bent.\n\n 27^4. #c#, #e#. threescore.\n\n 28^2. #c#, #d#, #e#. Earl D. #c.# had the bent. #d.# bad the bent.\n\n 28^3. A captain: mickle pride.\n\n 28^4. The spears. #e.# sent _for_ went.\n\n 29^3. And many.\n\n 30^1. #b.# a _for_ great.\n\n 30^2. #b.# each one chose. #c#, #d#, #e#. and likewise for to\n hear.\n\n 30^{3,4}. #c#, #d#, #e#. The cries of men lying in their gore, and\n scattered here and there.\n\n 31^3. lions mov\u2019d.\n\n 31^4. and made.\n\n 32^3. Vntill the blood like drops of raine.\n\n 33^1. Yeeld thee Lord Piercy.\n\n 33^2. and _wanting_.\n\n 33^3. shalt.\n\n 33^4. #b.# with Iames. #d.# the _for_ our.\n\n 34^1. #c#, #d#. will I.\n\n 34^2. and thus.\n\n 34^4. that ever I did see.\n\n 35^1. #e.# To _for_ Noe.\n\n 36^3. #b.# And stroke E. D. to the heart. #c#, #d#, #e#. Which\n struck E. D. to the heart.\n\n 36^4. #e.# and #a.#\n\n 37^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. never spake (spoke).\n\n 37^3. at an end.\n\n 38^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. And said. #b#, #c#, #d#, #e#. thy life.\n\n 39^2. with sorrow.\n\n 39^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. more renowned.\n\n 39^4. #c#, #d#. did. #e.# did ever.\n\n 40^1. #b.# among.\n\n 40^3. in wrath.\n\n 40^4. the Earl.\n\n 41^2. #c#, #e#. most bright.\n\n 43^2. #b.# his body he did. #c#, #d#, #e#. he did his body.\n\n 43^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. The spear went.\n\n 44^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. So thus. #b.# both these two. #c#, #e#.\n these.\n\n 45^1. #b.# a good bow in. #c#, #d#, #e#. a bow bent in.\n\n 45^4. #c#, #d#, #e#. unto the head drew he.\n\n 46^1. #d.# Montgomery then.\n\n 46^2. so right his shaft.\n\n 46^4. heart.\n\n 47^1. fight did last from break of day.\n\n 48^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. With the Earl.\n\n 48^2. Ogerton.\n\n 48^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. Ratcliff and Sir Iohn.\n\n 49^1. and good.\n\n 49^3. And (_of_ #a#) _wanting_.\n\n 50^2. #b.# wofull. #c#, #d#, #e#. doleful.\n\n 50^4. #b.# still vpon.\n\n 51^3. And _wanting_: the field. #c#, #e#. Charles Currel.\n\n 51^4. flye.\n\n 52^1. #b.# Sir Robert. #c#, #d#, #e#. Sir Charles Murrel of\n Ratcliff too.\n\n 52^2. #d.# sisters sisters.\n\n 52^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. Lamb so well.\n\n 52^4. yet saved could.\n\n 53^1. Markwell: #c#, #d#, #e#. in likewise.\n\n 53^2. did with E. Dowglas dye.\n\n 53^3. #b#, #d#. peers _for_ speeres.\n\n 54^3. #c#, #d#, #e#. rest were slain in C. C.\n\n 56^4. #c#, #d#, #e#. when _for_ ere.\n\n 57^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. This news.\n\n 58^1. did say.\n\n 58^2. can _for_ may.\n\n 59^4. was slain in Chevy Chase.\n\n 60^2. twill.\n\n 61^1. #c#, #e#. Scot.\n\n 61^4. #e.# Lord _for_ Erle.\n\n 62^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. vow full well the king performd.\n\n 62^4. #b.# of high.\n\n 63^3. ended. #d.# of _for_ in.\n\n 63^4. #b.# Lord _for_ Erle.\n\n 64^1. #c#, #d#, #e#. the king: the land.\n\n 64^2. #c#, #d#, #e#. in plenty.\n\n#f.#\n\n _The copy reprinted by Maidment, Scotish Ballads and Songs\n Historical and Traditionary, 1868, I, 80. This copy was given\n Maidment by Mr Gibb_, \u201cfor many years one of the sub-librarians\n in the library of the Faculty of Advocates. It had belonged to\n his grandmother, and was probably printed in Edinburgh about the\n beginning of the last or end of the preceding century.\u201d\n\n 5^3. fearing him.\n\n 6^1. twenty hundred.\n\n 13^3. fifteen hundred.\n\n 14^1. All pleasant men, _as in_ #a#, #b#.\n\n 27^1. Our Scotish archers bent.\n\n 27^4. they four score English slew.\n\n 28^2. Douglas bade on the bent.\n\n 30^1. O but it was a grief to see; _and again_, 39^1, O but _for_\n O Christ.\n\n 46^3. wings that were.\n\n 46^4. were.\n\n 50^4. fought still on the stumps.\n\n 53^3. Of fifteen hundred.\n\n 53^4. went hame but fifty three.\n\n 54^1. twenty hundred.\n\n 54^2. scarce fifty five did flee.\n\n 55^4. could.\n\n 56^4. when they were cold as clay.\n\n 58^1. 60 _is substituted here_.\n\n 60. 58 _is substituted, with change of_ James _to_ Henry, _and, in\n the next line, of_ Scotland _to_ England.\n\n 61, 62 are omitted.\n\n 63^1. Now of.\n\n 64^3. debates.\n\n\n\n\n 163\n\n THE BATTLE OF HARLAW\n\n #A. a.# Communicated by Charles Elphinstone Dalrymple, Esq., of\n Kinaldie, Aberdeenshire. #b.# Notes and Queries, Third Series, VII,\n 393, communicated by A. Ferguson.\n\n #B.# The Thistle of Scotland, 1823, p. 92.\n\n\nThe copy of this ballad which was printed by Aytoun, 1858, I, 75, was\nderived by Lady John Scott from a friend of Mr Dalrymple\u2019s, and when it\nleft Mr Dalrymple\u2019s hands was in the precise form of #A a#. Some changes\nwere made in the text published by Aytoun, and four stanzas, 14\u201316, 18,\nwere dropped, the first three to the advantage of the ballad, and quite\nin accordance with the editor\u2019s plan. Mr Dalrymple informs me that in\nhis younger days he had essayed to improve the last two lines of stanza\n7 by the change,\n\n We\u2019d best cry in our merry men\n And turn our horses\u2019 head,\n\nand had rearranged stanzas 18, 19, \u201cwhich were absolutely chaotic,\u201d\nadhering, however, closely to the sense. #A b#, given in Notes and\nQueries, from a manuscript, as \u201cthe original version of this ballad,\u201d\nexhibits the changes made by Mr Dalrymple, and was therefore, one would\nsuppose, founded upon his copy. Half a century ago the ballad was\nfamiliar to the people, and the variations of #b#, which are not few,\nmay be traditional, and not arbitrary; for this reason it has been\nthought best not to pass them over. The Great North of Scotland Railway,\nA Guide, by W. Ferguson, Edinburgh, 1881, contains, p. 8 f, a copy which\nis evidently compounded from #A b# and Aytoun. It adds this variation of\nthe last stanza:\n\n Gin ony body spier at ye\n For the men ye took awa,\n They\u2019re sleepin soun and in their sheen\n I the howe aneath Harlaw.\n\nThe editor of The Thistle of Scotland treats the ballad as a burlesque,\nand \u201cnot worth the attention of the public,\u201d on which ground he refrains\nfrom printing more than three stanzas, one of these being 15; and\ncertainly both this and that which follows it have a dash of the\nunheroic and even of the absurd. Possibly there were others in the same\nstrain in the version known to Laing, but all such may fairly be\nregarded as wanton depravations, of a sort which other and highly\nesteemed ballads have not escaped.\n\nThe battle of Harlaw was fought on the 24th July, 1411. Donald of the\nIsles, to maintain his claim to the Earldom of Ross,[181] invaded the\ncountry south of the mountains with ten thousand islanders and men of\nRoss (ravaging everywhere as he advanced) in the hope of sacking\nAberdeen, and reducing to his power the country as far as the Tay. There\nwas universal alarm in those parts. He was met at Harlaw, eighteen miles\nnorthwest of Aberdeen, by Alexander Stewart, Earl of Mar, and Alexander\nOgilby, sheriff of Angus, with the forces of Mar, Garioch, Angus, and\nThe Mearns, and his further progress was stayed. The Celts lost more\nthan nine hundred, the Lowlanders five hundred, including nearly all the\ngentry of Buchan. (Scotichronicon, II, 444 f.) This defeat was in the\ninterest of civilization against savagery, and was felt, says Burton,\n\u201cas a more memorable deliverance even than that of Bannockburn.\u201d\n(History of Scotland, 1883, II, 394.)\n\nAs might be expected, the Lowlanders made a ballad about this hard\nfight. \u2018The battel of the Hayrlau\u2019 is noted among other popular songs,\nin immediate connection with \u2018The Hunttis of Chevet,\u2019 by the author of\nThe Complaint of Scotland, 1549 (Murray\u2019s edition, p. 65), but most\nunfortunately this ancient song, unlike Chevy Chase, has been lost.\nThere is a well-known poem upon the battle, in thirty-one eight-line\nstanzas, printed by Ramsay, in his Ever Green, 1724, I, 78.[182] David\nLaing believed that it had been printed long before. \u201cAn edition,\u201d he\nsays, \u201cprinted in the year 1668, was in the curious library of old\nRobert Myln\u201d (Early Metrical Tales, p. xlv.) In the catalogue of Myln\u2019s\nbooks there is entered, apparently as one of a bundle of pamphlets,\n\u201cHarlaw, The Battle yrof, An. 1411 ... 1668,\u201d[183] and the entry may\nreasonably be taken to refer to the poem printed by Ramsay. This piece\nis not in the least of a popular character. It has the same artificial\nrhyme as The Raid of the Reid Swyre and The Battle of Balrinnes, but in\nevery other respect is prose. Mr Norval Clyne, Ballads from Scottish\nHistory, p. 244 ff, has satisfactorily shown that the author used\nBoece\u2019s History, and even, in a way, translated some of Boece\u2019s phrases.\n\nThe story of the traditional ballad is, at the start, put into the mouth\nof a Highlander, who meets Sir James the Rose and Sir John the Gryme,\nand is asked for information about Macdonell; but after stanza 8, these\ngentlemen having gone to the field, the narrator describes what he saw\nas he went on and further on. It is somewhat surprising that John\nHighlandman should be strolling about in this idle way when he should\nhave been with Macdonell. The narrator[184] in the Ever Green poem\nreports at second hand: as he is walking, he meets a man who, upon\nrequest, tells him the beginning and the end.[185] Both pieces have\nnearly the same first line. The borrowing was more probably on the part\nof the ballad, for a popular ballad would be likely to tell its tale\nwithout preliminaries.\n\nA ballad taken down some four hundred years after the event will be apt\nto retain very little of sober history. It is almost a matter of course\nthat Macdonell should fall, though in fact he was not even routed, but\nonly forced to retire. It was vulgarly said in Major\u2019s time that the\nHighlanders were beaten: they turned and ran awa, says the ballad.\nDonaldum non fugarunt, says Major, and even the ballad, inconsistently,\n\u2018Ye\u2019d scarce known who had won.\u2019 We are not disconcerted at the Highland\nforce being quintupled, or the battle\u2019s lasting from Monday morning till\nSaturday gloaming: diuturna erat pugna, says Major. But the ignoring of\nso marked a personage as Mar, and of other men of high local distinction\nthat fell in the battle,[186] in favor of the Forbeses, who, though\nalready of consequence in Aberdeenshire, are not recorded to have taken\nany part in the fight, is perhaps more than might have been looked for,\nand must dispose us to believe that this particular ballad had its rise\nin comparatively recent times.\n\nDunidier is a conspicuous hill on the old road to Aberdeen, and Netherha\nis within two miles of it. (Overha and Netherha are only a mile apart,\nand the one reading is as good as the other.) Harlaw is a mile north\nfrom Balquhain (pronounced Bawhyne), and precisely at a right angle to\nJohn Highlandman\u2019s route from the West. Drumminor (to which Brave Forbes\nsends for his mail-coat in stanza 15) was above twenty miles away, and\nthe messenger would have to pass right through the Highland army. The\nfact that Drumminor ceased to be the head-castle of that powerful name\nin the middle of the last century tells in some degree in favor of the\nage of the ballad. (Notes of Mr Dalrymple.)\n\n\u201cThe tune to which the ballad is sung, a particularly wild and simple\none, I venture to believe,\u201d says Mr Dalrymple, \u201cis of the highest\nantiquity.\u201d A tune of The Battle of Harlaw, as Motherwell pointed out,\nMinstrelsy lxii, is referred to in Polemo Middiana;[187] and a \u201cmarch,\nor rather pibroch,\u201d held to be this same air, is given in the Lute Book\nof Sir William Mure of Rowallan, p. 30, and is reproduced in Dauney\u2019s\nAncient Scotish Melodies, p. 349 (see the same work, p. 138 f, note b.)\nSir William Mure is said to have died in 1657. The Ever Green Harlaw is\nadapted to an air in Johnson\u2019s Museum, No 512, and \u201cThe Battle of\nHardlaw, a pibroch,\u201d is given in Stenhouse\u2019s Illustrations, IV, 447,\n1853, \u201cfrom a folio MS. of Scots tunes, of considerable antiquity.\u201d This\nlast air occurs, says Maidment, in the rare Collection of Ancient Scots\nMusic (c. 1776) by Daniel Dow, \u201cThe Battle of Hara Law,\u201d p. 28: Scotish\nBallads, etc., I, 200.\n\n\n A\n\n #a.# Communicated by Charles Elphinstone Dalrymple, Esq., of\n Kinaldie, Aberdeenshire, in 1888, as obtained from the country\n people by himself and his brother fifty years before. #b.# Notes and\n Queries, Third Series, VII, 393, communicated by A. Ferguson.\n\n 1\n As I cam in by Dunidier,\n An doun by Netherha,\n There was fifty thousand Hielanmen\n A-marching to Harlaw.\n Wi a dree dree dradie drumtie dree.\n\n 2\n As I cam on, an farther on,\n An doun an by Balquhain,\n Oh there I met Sir James the Rose,\n Wi him Sir John the Gryme.\n\n 3\n \u2018O cam ye frae the Hielans, man?\n An cam ye a\u2019 the wey?\n Saw ye Macdonell an his men,\n As they cam frae the Skee?\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018Yes, me cam frae ta Hielans, man,\n An me cam a\u2019 ta wey,\n An she saw Macdonell an his men,\n As they cam frae ta Skee.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018Oh was ye near Macdonell\u2019s men?\n Did ye their numbers see?\n Come, tell to me, John Hielanman,\n What micht their numbers be?\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Yes, me was near, an near eneuch,\n An me their numbers saw;\n There was fifty thousan Hielanmen\n A-marchin to Harlaw.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Gin that be true,\u2019 says James the Rose,\n \u2018We\u2019ll no come meikle speed;\n We\u2019ll cry upo our merry men,\n And lichtly mount our steed.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Oh no, oh no,\u2019 says John the Gryme,\n \u2018That thing maun never be;\n The gallant Grymes were never bate,\n We\u2019ll try phat we can dee.\u2019\n\n 9\n As I cam on, an farther on,\n An doun an by Harlaw,\n They fell fu close on ilka side;\n Sic fun ye never saw.\n\n 10\n They fell fu close on ilka side,\n Sic fun ye never saw;\n For Hielan swords gied clash for clash,\n At the battle o Harlaw.\n\n 11\n The Hielanmen, wi their lang swords,\n They laid on us fu sair,\n An they drave back our merry men\n Three acres breadth an mair.\n\n 12\n Brave Forb\u00ebs to his brither did say,\n Noo brither, dinna ye see?\n They beat us back on ilka side,\n An we\u2019se be forced to flee.\n\n 13\n \u2018Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,\n That thing maun never be;\n Tak ye your good sword in your hand,\n An come your wa\u2019s wi me.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,\n The clans they are ower strang,\n An they drive back our merry men,\n Wi swords baith sharp an lang.\u2019\n\n 15\n Brave Forb\u00ebs drew his men aside,\n Said, Tak your rest a while,\n Until I to Drumminnor send,\n To fess my coat o mail.\n\n 16\n The servan he did ride,\n An his horse it did na fail,\n For in twa hours an a quarter\n He brocht the coat o mail.\n\n 17\n Then back to back the brithers twa\n Gaed in amo the thrang,\n An they hewed doun the Hielanmen,\n Wi swords baith sharp an lang.\n\n 18\n Macdonell, he was young an stout,\n Had on his coat o mail,\n An he has gane oot throw them a\u2019,\n To try his han himsell.\n\n 19\n The first ae straik that Forb\u00ebs strack,\n He garrt Macdonell reel,\n An the neist ae straik that Forb\u00ebs strack,\n The great Macdonell fell.\n\n 20\n An siccan a lierachie\n I\u2019m sure ye never saw\n As wis amo the Hielanmen,\n When they saw Macdonell fa.\n\n 21\n An whan they saw that he was deid,\n They turnd an ran awa,\n An they buried him in Leggett\u2019s Den,\n A large mile frae Harlaw.\n\n 22\n They rade, they ran, an some did gang,\n They were o sma record;\n But Forb\u00ebs an his merry men,\n They slew them a\u2019the road.\n\n 23\n On Monanday, at mornin,\n The battle it began,\n On Saturday, at gloamin,\n Ye\u2019d scarce kent wha had wan.\n\n 24\n An sic a weary buryin\n I\u2019m sure ye never saw\n As wis the Sunday after that,\n On the muirs aneath Harlaw.\n\n 25\n Gin ony body speer at you\n For them ye took awa,\n Ye may tell their wives and bairnies\n They\u2019re sleepin at Harlaw.\n\n\n B\n\n The Thistle of Scotland, 1823, p. 92.\n\n 1\n As I cam thro the Garrioch land,\n And in by Over Ha,\n There was sixty thousan Highland men\n Marching to Harlaw.\n\n 11\n The Highland men, with their broad sword,\n Pushd on wi might and power,\n Till they bore back the red-coat lads\n Three furlongs long, and more.\n\n 15\n Lord Forb\u00ebs calld his men aside,\n Says, Take your breath awhile,\n Until I send my servant now\n To bring my coat o mail.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A. a.#\n\n 1^1. _Var._ Garioch land.\n\n 4^3. she: _so delivered, notwithstanding the inconsistency with_\n me _in lines 1, 2_.\n\n 11^3. _Var._ back the red-coats.\n\n 20^1. _Sometimes_ pitleurachie.\n\n 25. \u201c_There are different versions of this stanza_:\u201d C. E. D.\n\n#A. b.#\n\n _Printed in two long lines._\n\n _Burden_: In a dree, etc.\n\n 1^2. Wetherha.\n\n 1^4. a\u2019marchin.\n\n 3^4, 4^4. Come marchin frae. 4^{1,2}. she cam.\n\n 5^1. Oh were ye near an near eneuch.\n\n 6^1. she was.\n\n 6^2. An she.\n\n 6^4. a\u2019marchin for Harlaw.\n\n 7^1. quo James.\n\n 7^{3,4}.\n So we\u2019d best cry in our merry men,\n And turn our horses\u2019 heeds.\n\n 8^1. quo John.\n\n 10^3. gaed _for_ gied.\n\n 11^4. or mair.\n\n 12^1. did to his brither say.\n\n 12^4. And we\u2019ll be.\n\n 15^1. Forbes to his men did say.\n\n 15^2. Noo, tak.\n\n 16^1. Brave Forbes\u2019 hinchman, _var._ servant, then did.\n\n 19^2. Made the great M\u2019Donell.\n\n 19^3. The second stroke that.\n\n 20^1. a \u2018pilleurichie.\u2019 20^2. The like ye.\n\n 20^3. As there was amang.\n\n 21^3. in \u2018Leggatt\u2019s lan:\u2019 \u201c_the manuscript is indistinct, and it\n would read equally well_, Leggalt\u2019s lan.\n\n 21^4. Some twa three miles awa.\n\n 22^2. But they were.\n\n 22^3. For Forbes.\n\n 22^4. Slew maist a\u2019by the.\n\n 23^4. Ye\u2019d scarce tell wha.\n\n 24^2. The like ye never.\n\n 24^3. As there was.\n\n 24^4. muirs down by.\n\n 25^1. An gin Hielan lasses speer.\n\n 25^2. them that gaed awa.\n\n 25^3. tell them plain an plain eneuch.\n\n#B.#\n\n 15^1. man.\n\n\n\n\n 164\n\n KING HENRY FIFTH\u2019S CONQUEST OF FRANCE\n\n #a-d#, broadsides. #a.# Among Percy\u2019s papers. #b.# Roxburghe Ballads,\n III, 358. #c.# Jewitt\u2019s Ballads and Songs of Derbyshire, p. 1. #d.#\n Chetham\u2019s Library, Manchester, in Hales and Furnivall, Percy\u2019s Folio\n MS., II, 597. #e.# Percy papers, \u201ctaken down from memory.\u201d #f.#\n Nicolas, History of the Battle of Agincourt, 1832, Appendix, p. 78,\n from the recitation of a very aged person. #g.# The same, p. 80,\n source not mentioned. #h.# Tyler, Henry of Monmouth, II, 197,\n apparently from memory. #i.# Percy Society, XVII, Dixon, Ancient\n Poems, etc., p. 52, from singing. #j.# Skene MS., p. 42. #k.#\n Macmath MS., p. 27, from tradition. #l#, #m#. Buchan\u2019s MSS, I, 176,\n II, 124, probably broadside or stall copies.\n\n\nAll the known copies of this ballad are recent. It is not in Thackeray\u2019s\nlist of broadsides, which dates perhaps as late as 1689 (Chappell, The\nRoxburghe Ballads, I, xxiv-xxvii); and it is not included in the\ncollection of 1723\u201325, which showed particular favor to historical\npieces. In a manuscript index of first lines to a large collection of\nsongs and ballads \u201cformed in 1748,\u201d I find, \u201cAs our king lay on his\nbed,\u201d and the ballad may probably have first been published in the\nsecond quarter of the last century. In a woodcut below the title of #a#,\n#b#, there are two soldiers with G R on the flap of the coat and G on\nthe cap (no doubt in #c# as well); the date of these broadsides cannot\ntherefore be earlier than the accession of George I, 1714. The broadside\nis in a popular manner, but has no mark of antiquity. It may, however,\nrepresent an older ballad, disfigured by some purveyor for the Aldermary\npress.\n\nIt is probable that the recited versions had their ultimate source in\nprint, and that printed copies were in circulation which, besides the\nusual slight variations,[188] contained two more stanzas, one after 2\nand another after 8, such as are found in #h# and elsewhere; which\nstanzas are likely to have formed part of the original matter.\n\n_After_ 2, #h# (see also #g#, #i#, #j#):\n\n Tell him to send me my tribute home,\n Ten ton of gold that is due to me;\n Unless he send me my tribute home,\n Soon in French land I will him see.\n\nAfter 8, #h# (see also #g#, #i#, #k#, #m#):\n\n O then bespoke our noble king,\n A solemn vow then vowed he:\n I\u2019ll promise him such English balls[189]\n As in French lands he neer did see!\n\n#g# has several stanzas which are due to the hand of some improver.\n\nAnother, and much more circumstantial, ballad on Agincourt, written from\nthe chronicles, was current in the seventeenth century. It begins, \u2018A\ncouncell braue [grave] our king did hold,\u2019 and may be seen in the Percy\nManuscript, p. 241, Hales and Furnivall, II, 166, in The Crown Garland\nof Golden Roses (with seven stanzas fewer), ed. 1659, p. 65 of the\nreprint by the Percy Society, vol. xv; Pepys\u2019 Ballads, I, 90, No 44; Old\nBallads, II, 79; Pills to purge Melancholy, V, 49; etc.\n\nThe story of the Tennis-Balls is not mentioned by the French historians,\nby Walsingham, Titus Livius, or the anonymous biographer of Henry in\nCotton MS., Julius E. IV.[190] It occurs, however, in several\ncontemporary writings, as in Elmham\u2019s Liber Metricus de Henrico Quinto,\ncap. xii (Quod filius regis Francorum, in derisum, misit domino regi\npilas, quibus valeret cum pueris ludere potius quam pugnare, etc.),\nCole, Memorials of Henry the Fifth, 1858, p. 101; but not in Elmham\u2019s\nprose history. So in Capgrave, De illustribus Henricis, with a _fertur_,\ned. Hingeston, 1858, p. 114; but not in Capgrave\u2019s chronicle. We might\ninfer, in these two cases, that the tale was thought good enough for\nverses and good enough for eulogies, though not good enough for history.\n\nAgain, in verses of Harleian MS. 565, \u201cin a hand of the fifteenth\ncentury,\u201d the Dolphin says to the English ambassadors:\n\n Me thinke youre kyng he is nought [so] old\n No werrys for to maynteyn.\n Grete well youre kyng, he seyde, so yonge,\n That is both gentill and small;\n A tonne of tenys-ballys I shall hym sende,\n For hym to pleye with all.\n\nHenry sends back this message:\n\n Oure Cherlys of Fraunce gret well or ye wende,\n The Dolfyn prowed withinne his wall;\n Swyche tenys-ballys I schal hym sende\n As schall tere the roof all of his [h]all.[191]\n\nBut there is a chronicler who has the tale still. Otterbourne writes:\nEodem anno \\[1414], in quadragesima, rege existente apud Kenilworth,\nKarolus, regis Francorum filius, Delphinus vocatus, misit pilas\nParisianas ad ludendum cum pueris. Cui rex Anglorum rescripsit, dicens\nse in brevi pilas missurum Londoniarum, quibus terreret et confunderet\nsua tecta.\n\nAnd once more, the author of an inedited \u201cChronicle of King Henry the\nFifth that was Kyng Henries son,\u201d Cotton MS., Claudius A. viii, of the\nmiddle of the fifteenth century, fol. 1, back:[192]\n\n And tha_n_ the Dolphine of Fraunce aunswered to our embassatours,\n and said in this man_er_, \u2018that the kyng was ouer yong and to tender\n of age to make any warre ayens hym, and was not lyke yet to be noo\n good werrioure to doo and to make suche a conquest there vpon hym.\n And somwhat in scorne and dispite he sente to hym a tonne full_e_ of\n tenys-ballis, be-cause he wolde haue some-what for to play\n w_i_t_h_all_e_ for hym and for his lordis, and that be-came hym\n better than to mayntayn any werre. And than anone oure lordes that\n was embassatours token hir leue and comen in to England ayenne, and\n tolde the kyng and his counceill_e_ of the vngoodly aunswer that\n they had of the Dolphy_n_, and of the present the which_e_ he had\n sent vnto the kyng. And whan the kyng had hard her wordis, and the\n answere of the Dolp[h]ynne, he was wondre sore agreued, and right_e_\n euell_e_ apayd towarde the Frenssh_e_men, and toward the kyng, and\n the Dolphynne, and thought_e_ to auenge hym vpon hem as sone as God\n wold send hym grace and myght_e_; and anon lette make tenys-ballis\n for the Dolp[h]ynne in all the hast that the myght_e_ be made, and\n they were grete gonne-stones for the Dolp[h]ynne to play\n wyth_e_-all_e_.\u2019\n\nThe Dolphin, whom two of these writers make talk of Henry as if he were\na boy, was himself in his nineteenth year, and the English king more\nthan eight years his senior. \u201cHume has justly observed,\u201d says Sir Harris\nNicolas, \u201cthat the great offers made by the French monarch, however\ninferior to Henry\u2019s demands, prove that it was his wish rather to\nappease than exasperate him; and it is almost incredible that, whilst\nthe advisers of Charles evinced so much forbearance, his son should have\noffered Henry a personal insult.... It should be observed, as additional\ngrounds for doubting that the message or gift was sent by the Dauphin,\nthat such an act must have convinced both parties of the hopelessness of\na pacific arrangement afterwards, and would, it may be imagined, have\nequally prevented the French court and Henry from seeking any other\nmeans of ending the dispute than by the sword. This, however, was not\nthe case; for even supposing that the offensive communication was made\non the occasion of the last, instead ... of that of the first embassy,\nit is certain that overtures were again sent to Henry whilst he was on\nhis journey to the place of embarkation, and that even when there, he\nwrote to the French monarch with the object of adjusting his claims\nwithout a recourse to arms:\u201d pp. 9, 12 f.\n\nHistory repeats itself. Darius writes to Alexander as if he were a boy,\nand sends him, with other things, a ball to play with; and Alexander, in\nhis reply to Darius, turns the tables upon the Persian king by his\ninterpretation of the insolent gifts: Pseudo-Callisthenes, I, 36, ed.\nM\u00fcller, p. 40 f.[193] The parallel is close. It is not inconceivable\nthat the English story is borrowed, but I am not prepared to maintain\nthis.\n\nIt does not appear from any testimony external to the ballad that\nmarried men or widows\u2019 sons had the benefit of an exemption in the levy\nfor France, or that Cheshire, Lancashire, and Derby[194] were\nparticularly called upon to furnish men: st. 9. The Rev. J. Endell Tyler\nbelieves the ballad to be unquestionably of ancient origin, \u201cprobably\nwritten and sung within a very few years of the expedition,\u201d \u201cbefore\nHenry\u2019s death, and just after his marriage;\u201d which granted, this stanza\nwould have a certain interest. But, says Mr Tyler, \u201cwhether there is any\nfoundation at all in fact for the tradition of Henry\u2019s resolution to\ntake with him no married man or widow\u2019s son, the tradition itself bears\nsuch strong testimony to the general estimate of Henry\u2019s character for\nbravery at once and kindness of heart that it would be unpardonable to\nomit every reference to it,\u201d and he has both printed the ballad in the\nbody of his work and placed \u201cthat golden stanza\u201d on his title-page.[195]\nThe question of Henry\u2019s kindness of heart does not require to be\ndiscussed here, but it may be said in passing that there is not quite\nenough in this ballad to remove the impression which is ordinarily made\nby his conduct of the siege of Rouen.\n\nThe Battle of Agincourt was fought October 25, 1415. It is hardly\nnecessary to say, with reference to the marching to Paris gates, that\nHenry had the wisdom to evacuate French ground as soon after the battle\nas convoy to England could be procured.\n\n\n 1\n As our king lay musing on his bed,\n He bethought himself upon a time\n Of a tribute that was due from France,\n Had not been paid for so long a time.\n Fal, lal, etc.\n\n 2\n He called for his lovely page,\n His lovely page then called he,\n Saying, You must go to the king of France,\n To the king of France, sir, ride speedily.\n\n 3\n O then went away this lovely page,\n This lovely page then away went he;\n And when he came to the king of France,\n Low he fell down on his bended knee.\n\n 4\n \u2018My master greets you, worthy sir;\n Ten ton of gold that is due to be,\n That you will send him his tribute home,\n Or in French land you soon will him see.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018Your master\u2019s young and of tender years,\n Not fit to come into my degree,\n And I will send him three tennis-balls,\n That with them he may learn to play.\u2019\n\n 6\n O then returned this lovely page,\n This lovely page then returned he,\n And when he came to our gracious king,\n Low he fell down on his bended knee.\n\n 7\n \u2018What news, what news, my trusty page?\n What is the news you have brought to me?\u2019\n \u2018I have brought such news from the king of France\n That you and he will never agree.\n\n 8\n \u2018He says you\u2019re young and of tender years,\n Not fit to come into his degree,\n And he will send you three tennis-balls,\n That with them you may learn to play.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Recruit me Cheshire and Lancashire,\n And Derby Hills that are so free;\n No marryd man nor no widow\u2019s son;\n For no widow\u2019s curse shall go with me.\u2019\n\n 10\n They recruited Cheshire and Lancashire,\n And Derby Hills that are so free;\n No marryd man, nor no widow\u2019s son;\n Yet there was a jovial bold company.\n\n 11\n O then we marchd into the French land,\n With drums and trumpets so merrily;\n And then bespoke the king of France,\n \u2018Lo, yonder comes proud King Henry.\u2019\n\n 12\n The first shot that the Frenchmen gave,\n They killd our Englishmen so free;\n We killd ten thousand of the French,\n And the rest of them they ran away.\n\n 13\n And then we marched to Paris gates,\n With drums and trumpets so merrily:\n O then bespoke the king of France,\n \u2018The Lord have mercy on my men and me!\n\n 14\n \u2018O I will send him his tribute home,\n Ten ton of gold that is due to he,\n And the finest flower that is in all France\n To the Rose of England I will give free.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n King Henry V. his Conquest of France, in revenge for the affront\n offered him by the French king in sending him, instead of the\n Tribute due, a Ton of Tennis-Balls.\n\n Printed and sold at the Printing Office in Bow Church-Yard,\n London.\n\n 1^3. due to.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title the same, with omission of the first_ him _and_ due.\n\n Printed and sold in Aldermary Church Yard, Bow Lane, London. st.\n\n 1^3. due from.\n\n 3^3. Low he came.\n\n 3^4. And when fell.\n\n 7^1. _wanting._\n\n 7^4. he and you will ne\u2019er.\n\n 10^3. man or widow\u2019s.\n\n 12^4. run.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Title as in #b#. Printed as in #b#._\n\n 1^3. due from.\n\n 3^1. away went.\n\n 3^3. Lo he.\n\n 3^4. And then he.\n\n 7^4. he and you will ne\u2019er.\n\n 9^3. man or widow\u2019s.\n\n 12^4. run.\n\n#d.#\n\n _Title as in #b#. Imprint not given._\n\n 1^3. due from.\n\n 3^3. Low he came.\n\n 3^4. And when fell.\n\n 7^4. he and you will ne\u2019er.\n\n 9^3. man or.\n\n 12^4. run.\n\n#e.#\n\n 2^1. Then he called on.\n\n 2^4. With a message from King Henry.\n\n 3^1. Away then went.\n\n 3^2. Away and away and away.\n\n 3^4. He fell low down.\n\n 4^2. of gold _wanting_.\n\n 4^3. And you must send him this.\n\n 4^4. you\u2019ll soon.\n\n 5^1, 8^1. tender age.\n\n 5^2, 8^2. not meet to come in.\n\n 5^3. So I\u2019ll send him home some.\n\n 6^{1,2,4} _as in_ 3^{1,2,4}.\n\n 7^1. my lovely.\n\n 7^2. what news bring you to me?\n\n 7^4. That I\u2019m sure with him you\u2019ll neer agree.\n\n 8^3. So he\u2019s sent you here some.\n\n 9^2. that be.\n\n 9^3, 10^3. man nor widow\u2019s.\n\n 9^4. For _wanting_.\n\n 10^{1,2}. Then they recruited Lankashire, Cheshire and Derby Hills\n so free.\n\n 10^4. brave _for_ bold.\n\n 11^2, 13^2. so _wanting_.\n\n 11^3, 13^1. O then.\n\n 12^3. But we.\n\n 12^4. them were forsd to free.\n\n 13^4. Lord have mercy on [my] men and me.\n\n 14^1. send this.\n\n 14^3. fairest flower in all French land.\n\n 14^4. make free.\n\n#f.#\n\n \u201cCommunicated by Bertram Mitford, of Mitford Castle, in\n Northumberland, who wrote it from the dictation of a very aged\n relative.\u201d\n\n 1^1. As a.\n\n 1^3. Those tributes due from the French king.\n\n 2^4. Those tributes that are due to me.\n\n 3^{1,2}, 6^{1,2}. Away, away went this lovely page, Away and away\n and away went he, _nearly as in_ #e#.\n\n 4^{1,2}. My master he does greet you well, He doth greet you most\n heartily.\n\n 4^3. If you don\u2019t.\n\n 5^2, 8^2. come within.\n\n 5^4. And in French land he ne\u2019er dare me see.\n\n 7^1. my lovely, _as in_ #e#.\n\n 7^3. from the French king.\n\n 7^4. That with him I\u2019m sure you can ne\u2019er agree.\n\n 8^4. And in French land you ne\u2019er dare him see.\n\n 9^1. Go, \u2018cruit me.\n\n 10^4. jovial brave, _as in_ #e#.\n\n 12^1. The first that fired it was the French.\n\n 12^4. them were forced to flee.\n\n 13^3. The first that spoke was the French king.\n\n 13^4. Lord a mercy on my poor men and me.\n\n 14^{1,2}. O go and take your tributes home, Five tons of gold I\n will give thee.\n\n 14^4. in all French land, _as in_ #e#.\n\n #f# _was clearly derived from the same source as #e#._\n\n#g.#\n\n _The fourth line repeated as burden._\n\n 2.\n O then calld he his lovely page,\n His lovely page then called he,\n Who, when he came before the king,\n Lo, he fell down on his bended knee.\n\n \u2018Welcome, welcome, thou lovely page,\n Welcome, welcome art thou here;\n Go sped thee now to the king of France,\n And greet us well to him so dear.\n\n \u2018And when thou comst to the king of France,\n And hast greeted us to him so dear,\n Thou then shall ask for the tribute due,\n That has not been paid for many a year.\u2019\n\n 3^{1,2}. Away then went this lovely page, Away, away, O then went\n he.\n\n 3^4. Lo, he. _Between 3 and 4_:\n \u2018What news, what news, thou royal page?\n What news, what news dost thou bring to me?\u2019\n \u2018I bring such news from our good king\n That him and you may long agree.\n\n 4.\n \u2018My master then does greet you well,\n Does greet you well and happy here,\n And asks from you the tribute due,\n That has not been paid this many a year.\u2019\n\n 6^{1,2}.\n Away, away went this lovely page,\n Away, away, then away went he.[196]\n\n 7^4. That he and you can ne\u2019er agree.\n\n _After 8_:\n O then in wroth rose our noble king,\n In anger great then up rose he:\n \u2018I\u2019ll send such balls to the king in France\n As Frenchmen ne\u2019er before did see.\u2019\n\n 9^1. Go \u2018cruit me.\n\n 10^{3,4}.\n Tho no married man, nor no widow\u2019s son,\n They recruited three thousand men and three.\n\n _Between 10 and 11_:\n And when the king he did them see,\n He greeted them most heartily:\n \u2018Welcome, welcome, thou trusty band,\n For thou art a jolly brave company.\n\n \u2018Go now make ready our royal fleet,\n Make ready soon, and get to sea;\n I then will shew the king of France\n When on French ground he does me see.\u2019\n\n And when our king to Southampton came,\n There the ships for him did wait a while;\n Sure such a sight was ne\u2019er seen before,\n By any one in this our isle.\n\n Their course they then made strait for France,\n With streamers gay and sails well filld;\n But the grandest ship of all that went\n Was that in which our good king saild.\n\n 11^{3,4}.\n The Frenchmen they were so dismayd,\n Such a sight they ne\u2019er did wish to see.\n\n 12^1. The first that fired it was the French, _as in_ #f#.\n\n 13^3. The first that spoke was the French king, _as in_ #f#.\n\n 13^4. Lo yonder comes proud King Henry.\n\n _After 13_:\n \u2018Our loving cousin, we greet you well,\n From us thou now hast naught to fear;\n We seek from you our tribute due,\n That has not been paid for this many a year.\u2019\n\n 14{1,2}.\n \u2018O go and take your tributes home,\n Five tons of gold I will give to thee,\u2019\n\n _as in_ #f#.\n\n 14^3. And the fairest flower in all French land, _as in_ #e#, #f#.\n\n#h.#\n\n \u201cThe author, to whom the following Song of Agincourt has been\n familiar from his childhood, cannot refrain from inserting it\n here.\u201d\n\n 1^1. musing _wanting_.\n\n 1^2. All musing at the hour of prime: \u201cconjectural.\u201d\n\n 1^3. He bethought him of the king of France.\n\n 1^4. And tribute due for so long a time.\n\n 2^{3,4}, 3^3. king in.\n\n _After 2_:\n Tell him to send me my tribute home,\n Ten ton of gold that is due to me;\n Unless he send me my tribute home,\n Soon in French land I will him see.\n\n 3^{1,2}, 6^{1,2}.\n Away then goes this lovely page,\n As fast, as fast as he could hie.\n\n 4^2. gold is due to me.\n\n 5^3. send him home some.\n\n 7^4. That you and he can.\n\n 8^2. come up to.\n\n 8^3. He has sent you home some.\n\n _After 8_:\n Oh! then bespoke our noble king,\n A solemn vow then vowed he:\n I\u2019ll promise him such English balls\n As in French lands he ne\u2019er did see.\n\n _Cf._ #g#.\n\n 9^1. Go! call up.\n\n 9^3, 10^3. But neither ... nor.\n\n 9^4. For _wanting_.\n\n 10^1. They called up.\n\n _After 10_:\n He called unto him his merry men all,\n And numbered them by three and three,\n Until their number it did amount\n To thirty thousand stout men and three.\n\n _Cf._ #g# 10^{3,4}.\n\n 11^1. Away then marched they.\n\n 11^2, 13^2. and fifes.\n\n 12^1. The first that fired it was the French, _as in_ #f#, #g#.\n\n 13^1. Then marched they on to.\n\n 14^2. due from me.\n\n 14^3. the very best flower.\n\n#i.#\n\n _From the singing of a Yorkshire minstrel, with_ \u201cone or two\n verbal corrections\u201d _from a modern broadside_.\n\n 2^{1,2}, 3^1, 6^1. trusty _for_ lovely.\n\n _After 2_:\n And tell him of my tribute due,\n Ten ton of gold that\u2019s due to me;\n That he must send me my tribute home,\n Or in French land he soon will me see.\n\n .^2, 6^2. Away and away and away, _as in_ #e#, #f#.\n\n _After 8_: Oh! then, etc., _as in_ #h#, _but_ tennis-balls _in\n line three_.\n\n 9^1. Go call up, _as in_ #h#.\n\n 10^1. They called up, _as in_ #h#.\n\n 12^4. And the rest of them they were forced to flee, _nearly as\n in_ #f#.\n\n 13^4. Lord have mercy on my poor men and me, _as in_ #f#.\n\n 14^3. And the fairest flower that is in our French land: _cf._\n #e#, #f#, #g#.\n\n 14^4. shall go free, _as in_ #g#.\n\n#j.#\n\n _A Scottish version of the broadside from recitation of the\n beginning of this century: of slight value._\n\n 1^2. On his bed lay musing he: _for the_ ee _rhyme_.\n\n _After 2_ (_cf._ #g#, #h#, #i#):\n Ye gae on to the king of France,\n Ye greet him well and speedily,\n And ye bid him send the tributes due,\n Or in French lands he\u2019ll soon see me.\n\n 5^3, 8^3. some tennis.\n\n 5^4. may play him merrilie.\n\n 6^1. Away, away went.\n\n 7^4. him an you.\n\n 8^4. may play fu merrilie.\n\n 9^1, 10^1. Chester and Lincolnshire.\n\n 11^2. wi drum an pipe.\n\n 12 _wanting._\n\n 13^2. wi pipe an drum.\n\n 13^4. God hae mercie on my poor men and me: _cf._ #f#, #i#.\n\n 14 _wanting._\n\n#k.#\n\n Received, 1886, from Mr Alexander Kirk, Inspector of Poor, Dalry,\n Kirkcudbrightshire, who learned it many years ago from David\n Rae, Barlay, Balmaclellan.\n\n 3^{1,2}, 6^{1,2}. Away, away ... Away, away, and away: _cf._ #e#,\n #f#, #g#, #i#.\n\n 7^{3,4}. No news, no news, ... But just what my two eyes did see:\n _cf._ No 114, #A# 11, #E# 10, #F# 10.\n\n _After_ 8 (_cf._ #g#, #h#, #i#):\n Go call to me my merry men all,\n All by thirties and by three,\n And I will send him such tennis-balls\n As on French ground he did never see.\n\n 12 _wanting._\n\n 13^1. But when they came to the palace-gates.\n\n#l.#\n\n \u2018Henry V and King of France.\u2019\n\n 2^{3,4}, 3^3. king in.\n\n 5^2. come unto.\n\n 7^4. him and you.\n\n 8^2. come to.\n\n 11^1. Then they.\n\n 13^4. Have mercy, Lord.\n\n#m.#\n\n \u2018The Two Kings.\u2019\n\n 3, 4.\n When he came to the king of France,\n He fell down on his bended knee:\n \u2018My master greets you, noble sir,\n For a tribute that is due to he.\u2019\n\n 5^2, 8^2. come to.\n\n 5^3. send him home ten.\n\n 6, 7.\n When he came to our noble king,\n He fell low on his bended knee:\n \u2018What news, what news, my lovely page?\n What news have ye brought unto me?\u2019\n\n 8^3. He\u2019s sent you hame ten.\n\n _After 8_:\n Out then spake our noble king,\n A solemn vow then vowed he:\n \u2018I shall prepare such English balls\n That in French land he ne\u2019er did see.\u2019\n\n 9^1. You do recruit.\n\n 10^1. They did recruit.\n\n 11 _wanting._\n\n 12^4. The rest of them were forced to flee.\n\n 13^1. As we came in at the palace-gates.\n\n 13^4. Have mercy on my men and me.\n\n 14^3. The fairest flower in a\u2019 French land.\n\n\n\n\n 165\n\n SIR JOHN BUTLER\n\n \u2018Sir Iohn Butler,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 427; Hales and Furnivall, III, 205.\n\n\nThe subject of this ballad is the murder of a Sir John Butler at Bewsey\nHall, near Warrington, Lancashire.\n\nThe story, which may be imperfect at the beginning, is that a party of\nmen cross the moat in a leathern boat, and among them William Savage is\none of the first. Sir John Butler\u2019s daughter Ellen wakens her father and\ntells him that his uncle Stanley is within his hall. If that be true,\nsays Sir John, a hundred pound will not save me. Ellen goes down into\nthe hall, and is asked where her father is; she avers that he is ridden\nto London, but the men know better, and search for him. Little Holcroft\nloses his head in trying to keep the door of the room where Sir John is;\nthey enter, and call on him to yield. He will yield to his uncle\nStanley, but never to false Peter Legh. Ellen Butler calls for a priest;\nWilliam Savage says, He shall have no priest but my sword and me. Lady\nButler was at this time in London; had she been at home she might have\nbegged her husband\u2019s life of her good brother John. She dreams that her\nlord is swimming in blood, and long before day sets out for Bewsey Hall.\nOn her way she learns that her husband is slain, and the news impels her\nto go back to London, where she begs of the king the death of false\nPeter Legh, her brother Stanley, William Savage, and all. Would ye have\nthree men to die for one? says the king; if thou wilt come to London,\nthou shalt go home Lady Gray.\n\nThe papers of Roger Dodsworth,[197] the antiquarian ([198]16..), give\nthe following account of the transaction, according to the tradition of\nhis time. \u201cSir John Boteler, Knight, was slaine in his bed by the Lord\nStandley\u2019s procurement, Sir Piers Leigh and Mister William Savage\njoininge with him in that action, curruptinge his servants, his porter\nsettinge a light in a windowe to give knowledge upon the water that was\nabout his house at Bewsaye, when the watch that watched about his howse\nat Bewsaye, where your way to ... [_i. e._ Bold] comes, were gone awaye\nto their owne homes; and then they came over the moate in lether boates,\nand soe to his chambre, where one of his servants, called Hontrost\n[Holcroft], was slaine, being his chamberlaine; the other brother\nbetrayed his master. They promised him a great reward, and he going with\nthem a way, they hanged him at a tree in Bewsaye Park. After this Sir\nJohn Boteler\u2019s lady pursued those that slewe her husband, and indyted\nxx. men for that \u2018saute,\u2019 but being marryed to Lorde Gray, he made her\nsuites voyd, for which cause she parted from her husband, the Lorde\nGraye, and came into Lancastershyre, and sayd, If my lord wyll not helpe\nme that I may have my wyll of mine enemies, yet my bodye shall be\nberryed by him; and she caused a tombe of alabaster to be made, where\nshe lyeth upon the right hand of her husband, Sir John Butler.\u201d[198]\n\nAnother paper in the same collection assumes to give the cause of the\nmurder. \u201cThe occasion of the murther was this. The king being to come to\nLathom, the Erle of Derby, his brother-in-law, sent unto hym [Sir John\nButler] a messenger to desire him to wear his cloath [appear as his\nretainer] at that tyme; but in his absence his lady said she scorned\nthat her husband should wayte on her brother, being as well able to\nentertayne the kynge as he was; which answer the erle tooke in great\ndisdayne, and persecuted the said Sir John Butler with all the mallice\nthat cowd be.\u201d After mutual ill-services, they took arms one against the\nother, Sir Piers Legh and William Savage siding with the earl, and in\nthe end these three corrupted Sir John Butler\u2019s servants and murdered\nhim in his bed. \u201cHys lady, at that instant being in London, did dreame\nthe same night that he was slayne, that Bewsaye Hall did swym with\nblood; whereupon she presently came homewards, and heard by the way the\nreport of his death.\u201d[199]\n\nSir John Boteler, son of Sir John, born in 1429, married for his third\nwife Margaret Stanley, widow of Sir Thomas Troutbeck, daughter of Thomas\nfirst Lord Stanley, and sister of Thomas the second lord, whom Dodsworth\ncalls by anticipation Earl of Derby, which he was not until 1485. Sir\nJohn Boteler had by his first wife four daughters, but no Ellen; by\nMargaret Stanley he had a son Thomas, born in 1461. He died in 1463, and\nhis wife afterwards married for her third husband Henry Lord Grey of\nCodnor.\n\nAccording to st. 23 of the ballad, Dame Margaret\u2019s brother Stanley, that\nis Lord Thomas, is directly concerned in the murder which in the\nDodsworth story he is said only to have procured. But an uncle Stanley\nappears to be a prominent member of the hostile party in sts 5, 12; how,\nwe cannot explain. A \u2018good\u2019 brother John is mentioned in st. 15, of whom\nLady Butler might have begged her husband\u2019s life, and who must,\ntherefore, have been present. Lady Butler had a brother John. But the\nalleged participation of Sir Peter Legh and William Savage in this\nmurder, perpetrated in 1463, is an impossibility. Sir Peter Legh was\nborn in 1455, and was only eight years old at that time, and William\nSavage, nephew of Lord Thomas Stanley, was also a mere child. As to the\npart ascribed to Lord Thomas Stanley, Sir Thomas Butler, the son of Sir\nJohn, is said to have lived on the most friendly terms with him in after\ndays, and to have limited \u201can estate in remainder, after the limitation\nto himself and his heirs, to the Earl of Derby in fee,\u201d which we can\nhardly suppose he would have done if the earl had been his father\u2019s\nmurderer.\n\nThe occasion of the murder is represented in the tradition reported by\nDodsworth to have been Sir John Butler\u2019s refusal (through his wife) to\nwear the Earl of Derby\u2019s livery at the time of the king\u2019s coming to\nLathom. The king (Henry VII) did indeed come to Lathom, but not until\nthe year 1495, thirty-two years after Sir John\u2019s death, and three years\nafter that of his wife. It is true that other accounts make Sir Thomas,\nthe son of Sir John, to have been the victim of the murder; but Sir\nThomas died in 1522, and the Earl of Derby in 1504.[200] There is not,\nas Dr. Robson says, a tittle of evidence to show that there was any\nmurder at all, whether of Sir John or any other of the Butler family.\nBut it was an unquiet time, and the conjecture has been offered \u201cthat,\nbeing a consistent Lancastrian,\u201d Sir John \u201cmay have incurred some\nYorkist resentments, and have been sacrificed by a confederacy of some\nof those who, though his private friends, were his political\nenemies.\u201d[201]\n\nSir John Butler, son of Sir John, is of course the only person that the\nballad and the parallel tradition can intend, for Margaret Stanley was\nthe only Stanley that ever married a Butler, and Margaret Stanley\u2019s\nthird husband was Lord Grey of Codnor. But Sir John the elder, who died\nin 1430, had a daughter Ellen, \u201cold enough to raise an alarm when her\nfather was attacked, while he was actually nephew by marriage to the\nsecond Sir John Stanley of Lathom, who survived him.\u201d (If we might\nproceed according to established mythological rules, and transfer to the\nson what is told of the father, we might account for the \u201cuncle Stanley\u201d\nand the Ellen of the ballad.) Sir John the senior\u2019s widow, Lady\nIsabella, was in 1437 violently carried off and forced into marriage by\none William Poole, and her petition to Parliament for redress calls this\nPoole an outlaw \u201cfor felony for man\u2019s death by him murdered and slain.\u201d\nIt has been thought a not overstrained presumption that this language\nmay refer to the death of Lady Isabella\u2019s husband, the earlier Sir John,\nthough it would be strange, if such were the reference, that no name\nshould be given.[202]\n\nThe Bewsey murder has been narrated, with the variations of later\ntradition, by John Fitchett in \u2018Bewsey, a Poem,\u2019 Warrington, 1796; in a\nballad by John Roby, Traditions of Lancashire, 1879, II, 72; and in\nanother ballad in Ballads and Songs of Lancashire, Harland and\nWilkinson, 1882, p. 13 (at p. 15 Fitchett\u2019s verses are cited). See also\nDr Robson, in the preface to the Percy ballad, p. 208, and Beamont,\nAnnals of the Lords of Warrington, p. 318.\n\n\n 1\n But word is come to Warrington,\n And Busye Hall is laid about;\n S_i_r Iohn Butler and his merry men\n Stand in ffull great doubt.\n\n 2\n When they came to Busye Hall\n Itt was the merke midnight,\n And all the bridges were vp drawen,\n And neuer a candle-light.\n\n 3\n There they made them one good boate,\n All of one good bull skinn;\n Will_iam_ Sauage was one of the ffirst\n _Tha_t euer came itt w_i_thin.\n\n 4\n Hee sayled ore his merrymen,\n By two and two together,\n And said itt was as good a bote\n As ere was made of lether.\n\n 5\n \u2018Waken you, waken you, deare ffather!\n God waken you w_i_thin!\n For heere is yo_u_r vnckle Standlye\n Come yo_u_r hall w_i_thin.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018If _tha_t be true, Ellen Butler,\n These tydings you tell mee,\n A hundred pound in good redd gold\n This night will not borrow mee.\u2019\n\n 7\n Then came downe Ellen Butler\n And into her ffathers hall,\n And then came downe Ellen Butler,\n And shee was laced in pall.\n\n 8\n \u2018Where is thy ffather, Ellen Butler?\n Haue done, and tell itt mee:\u2019\n \u2018My ffather is now to London ridden,\n As Christ shall haue p_ar_t of mee.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Now nay, now nay, Ellen Butler,\n Ffor soe itt must not bee;\n Ffor ere I goe fforth of this hall,\n Yo_u_r ffather I must see.\u2019\n\n 10\n The sought _tha_t hall then vp and downe\n Theras Iohn Butler lay;\n The sought _tha_t hall then vp and downe\n Theras Iohn Butler lay.\n\n 11\n Ffaire him ffall, litle Holcrofft!\n Soe merrilye he kept the dore,\n Till _tha_t his head ffrom his shoulders\n Came tumbling downe the ffloore.\n\n 12\n \u2018Yeeld thee, yeelde thee, Iohn Butler!\n Yeelde thee now to mee!\u2019\n \u2018I will yeelde me to my vnckle Stanlye,\n And neere to ffalse Peeter Lee.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018A preist, a preist,\u2019 saies Ellen Butler,\n \u2018To housle and to shriue!\n A preist, a preist,\u2019 sais Ellen Butler,\n \u2018While _tha_t my father is a man aliue!\u2019\n\n 14\n Then bespake him Will_iam_ Sauage,\n A shames death may hee dye!\n Sayes, He shall haue no other preist\n But my bright sword and mee.\n\n 15\n The Ladye Butler is to London rydden,\n Shee had better haue beene att home;\n Shee might haue beggd her owne marryed lo_rd_\n Att her good brother Iohn.\n\n 16\n And as shee lay in leeue London,\n And as shee lay in her bedd,\n Shee dreamed her owne marryed lo_rd_\n Was swiminnge in blood soe red.\n\n 17\n Shee called vp her merry men all,\n Long ere itt was day;\n Saies, Wee must ryde to Busye Hall,\n W_i_th all speed _tha_t wee may.\n\n 18\n Shee mett w_i_th three Kendall men,\n Were ryding by the way:\n \u2018Tydings, tydings, Kendall men,\n I pray you tell itt mee!\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018Heauy tydings, deare madam;\n Ffrom you wee will not leane;\n The worthyest k_night_ in merry England,\n Iohn Butler, Lord! hee is slaine!\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018Ffarewell, ffarwell, Iohn Butler!\n Ffor thee I must neuer see:\n Ffarewell, ffarwell, Busiye Hall!\n For thee I will neu_er_ come nye.\u2019\n\n 21\n Now Ladye Butler is to London againe,\n In all the speed might bee,\n And when shee came before her prince,\n Shee kneeled low downe on her knee.\n\n 22\n \u2018A boone, a boone, my leege!\u2019 shee sayes,\n \u2018Ffor Gods loue grant itt mee!\u2019\n \u2018What is thy boone, Lady Butler?\n Or what wold thou haue of mee?\n\n 23\n \u2018What is thy boone, Lady Butler?\n Or what wold thou haue of mee?\u2019\n \u2018_Tha_t ffalse Peeres of Lee, and my brother Stanley,\n And Will_iam_ Sauage, and all, may dye.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018Come you hither, Lady Butler,\n Come you ower this stone;\n Wold you haue three men ffor to dye,\n All ffor the losse off one?\n\n 25\n \u2018Come you hither, Lady Butler,\n With all the speed you may;\n If thou wilt come to London, La_dy_ Butler,\n Thou shalt goe home Lady Gray.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 2^2. merke _may be_ merle _in the MS.: Furnivall_.\n\n 4^2. 2 and 2.\n\n 6^3. a 100[li .].\n\n 7^1. them _for_ Then.\n\n 10^{1,2}. _These two lines only are in the MS., but they are\n marked with a bracket and bis: Furnivall._\n\n 18^1, 24^3. 3.\n\n 22^{3,4}. _These two lines are bracketed, and marked bis in the\n MS.: Furnivall._\n\n\n\n\n 166\n\n THE ROSE OF ENGLAND\n\n \u2018The Rose of Englande,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 423; Hales and Furnivall, III,\n 187.\n\n\nThe title of this ballad, as Percy notes in his manuscript, is quoted in\nFletcher\u2019s Monsieur Thomas (printed in 1639), act third, scene third,\nDyce, VII, 364. The subject is the winning of the crown of England from\nRichard III by Henry VII, and the parties on both sides, though some of\nthem are sometimes called by their proper names, are mostly indicated by\ntheir badges or cognizances,[203] which were perfectly familiar, so that\nthough there is a \u201cperpetual allegory,\u201d it is not a \u201cdark conceit.\u201d\n\nThe red rose of Lancaster was rooted up by a boar, Richard, who was\ngenerally believed to have murdered Henry VI and his son Edward, the\nPrince of Wales; but the seed of the rose, the Earl of Richmond,\nafterwards wore the crown. The sixth stanza gives us to understand that\nthe young Earl of Richmond was under the protection of Lord Stanley at\nLathom before his uncle, the Earl of Pembroke, fled with him to\nBrittany, in 1471; but this does not appear in the histories. The Earl\nof Richmond came back to claim his right (in 1485), and brought with him\nthe blue boar, the Earl of Oxford, to encounter, with Richard, the white\nboar. Richmond sends a messenger to the old eagle, Lord Stanley, his\nstepfather, to announce his arrival; Stanley thanks God, and hopes that\nthe rose shall flourish again. The Welshmen rise in a mass under Rice ap\nThomas and shog on to Shrewsbury. Master Mitton, bailiff of Shrewsbury,\nrefuses at first to let Richmond enter, but, upon receiving letters from\nSir William Stanley of Holt Castle, opens the gates. The Earl of Oxford\nis about to smite off the bailiff\u2019s head; Richmond interferes, and asks\nMitton why he was kept out. The bailiff knows no king but him that wears\nthe crown; if Richmond shall put down Richard, he will, when sworn, be\nas true to Richmond as to Richard now. Richmond recognizes this as\ngenuine loyalty, and will not have the bailiff harmed. The earl moves on\nto Newport, and then has a private meeting at Atherstone with Lord\nStanley, who makes great moan because the young eagle, Lord Strange, his\neldest son, is a hostage in the hands of the white boar. At the battle\nOxford has the van; Lord Stanley follows \u2018fast\u2019! The Talbot-dog (Sir\nGilbert Talbot) bites sore; the unicorn (Sir John Savage) quits himself\nwell; then comes in the hart\u2019s head (Sir William Stanley), the field is\nfought, the white boar slain, and the young eagle saved as by fire.[204]\n\nHow the Earl of Richmond compassed the crown of England is told at more\nlength in two histories in the ballad-stanza, \u2018Bosworth Field\u2019 and \u2018Lady\nBessy.\u2019 The first of these (656 verses) occurs only in the Percy MS.,\nHales and Furnivall, III, 235. It is on the whole a tame performance.\nRichmond is kept quite subordinate to the Stanleys, kneeling to Sir\nWilliam, v. 371, and \u201cdesiring\u201d the van of Lord Stanley, who grants his\nrequest, 449\u201351. The second exists in two versions: (1) Harleian MS.\n367, printed by Mr Halliwell-Phillipps, Percy Society, vol. xx, 1847, p.\n43, and Palatine Anthology, 1850, p. 60; Percy MS., Hales and Furnivall,\nIII, 321 (each of about 1100 verses); (2) Percy Society and Palatine\nAnthology again, p. 1, p. 6, and previously by Thomas Heywood, 1829\n(about 1250 vv). In this second poem the love, ambition, and energy of\nElizabeth of York sets all the instruments at work, and the Stanleys are\nnot so extravagantly prominent. It is a remarkably lively narrative,\nwith many curious details, and in its original form (which we cannot\nsuppose we have) must have been nearly contemporary. \u2018Bosworth Field\u2019\nborrows some verses from it.\n\n\n17^2, 22^4. This affirmation of the trustworthiness of the chronicle\noccurs in \u2018The Battle of Otterburn,\u2019 No 161, 35^2, and again in \u2018Flodden\nField,\u2019 No 178, appendix, 121^4.\n\n\n 1\n Throughout a garden greene and gay,\n A seemlye sight itt was to see\n How fflowers did flourish fresh and gay,\n And birds doe sing melodiouslye.\n\n 2\n In the midst of a garden there sprange a tree,\n W_hi_ch tree was of a mickle price,\n And there vppon sprang the rose soe redd,\n The goodlyest _tha_t euer sprange on rise.\n\n 3\n This rose was ffaire, ffresh to behold,\n Springing w_i_th many a royall lance;\n A crowned king, w_i_th a crowne of gold,\n Ouer England, Ireland, and of Ffrance.\n\n 4\n Then came in a beast men call a bore,\n And he rooted this garden vpp and downe;\n By the seede of the rose he sett noe store,\n But afterwards itt wore the crowne.\n\n 5\n Hee tooke the branches of this rose away,\n And all in sunder did them teare,\n And he buryed them vnder a clodd of clay,\n Swore they shold neu_er_ bloome nor beare.\n\n 6\n Then came in an egle gleaming gay,\n Of all ffaire birds well worth the best;\n He took the branche of the rose away,\n And bore itt to Latham to his nest.\n\n 7\n But now is this rose out of England exiled,\n This certaine truth I will not laine;\n But if itt please you to sitt a while,\n I\u2019le tell you how the rose came in againe.\n\n 8\n Att Milford Hauen he entered in;\n To claime his right, was his delight;\n He brought the blew bore in w_i_th him,\n To encounter w_i_th the bore soe white.\n\n 9\n The[n] a messenger the rose did send\n To the egles nest, and bidd him hye:\n \u2018To my ffather, the old egle, I doe [me] commend,\n His aide and helpe I craue speedylye.\u2019\n\n 10\n Saies, I desire my father att my cominge\n Of men and mony att my need,\n And alsoe my mother of her deer blessing;\n The better then I hope to speede.\n\n 11\n And when the messenger came before thold egle,\n He kneeled him downe vpon his knee;\n Saith, Well greeteth you my lo_rd_ the rose,\n He hath sent you greetings here by me.\n\n 12\n Safe ffrom the seas Christ hath him sent,\n Now he is entered England w_i_thin:\n \u2018Let vs thanke God,\u2019 the old egle did say,\n \u2018He shall be the fflower of all his kine.\n\n 13\n \u2018Wend away, messenger, w_i_th might and maine;\n Itt\u2019s hard to know who a man may trust;\n I hope the rose shall fflourish againe,\n And haue all things att his owne lust.\u2019\n\n 14\n Then S_i_r Rice ap Thomas drawes Wales w_i_th him;\n A worthy sight itt was to see,\n How the Welchmen rose wholy w_i_th him,\n And shogged them to Shrewsburye.\n\n 15\n Att _tha_t time was baylye in Shrewsburye\n One M_aster_ Mitton, in the towne;\n The gates were strong, and he mad them ffast,\n And the portcullis he lett downe.\n\n 16\n And throug a garrett of the walls,\n Ouer Severne these words said hee;\n \u2018Att these gates no man enter shall;\u2019\n But he kept him out a night and a day.\n\n 17\n These words Mitton did Erle Richmond tell\n (I am sure the chronicles of this will not lye);\n But when l_ett_res came from S_i_r W_illia_m Stanley of the Holt\n castle,\n Then the gates were opened p_re_sentlye.\n\n 18\n Then entred this towne the noble lord,\n The Erle Richmond, the rose soe redd;\n The Erle of Oxford, w_i_th a sword,\n Wold haue smitt of the bailiffes head.\n\n 19\n \u2018But hold yo_u_r hand,\u2019 saies Erle Richmond,\n \u2018Ffor his loue _tha_t dyed vpon a tree!\n Ffor if wee begin to head so soone,\n In England wee shall beare no degree.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018What offence haue I made thee,\u2019 sayd Erle Richmonde,\n \u2018_Tha_t thou kept me out of my towne?\u2019\n \u2018I know no king,\u2019 sayd Mitton then,\n \u2018But Rich_ard_ now, _tha_t weares the crowne.\u2019\n\n 21\n \u2018Why, what wilt tho_u_ say,\u2019 said Erle Richmonde,\n \u2018When I haue put K_ing_ Richard downe?\u2019\n \u2018Why, then Ile be as true to you, my lo_rd_,\n After the time _tha_t I am sworne.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018Were itt not great pitty,\u2019 sayd Erle Richmond,\n \u2018_Tha_t such a man as this shold dye,\n Such loyall service by him done?\n (The cronickles of this will not lye.)\n\n 23\n \u2018Thou shalt not be harmed in any case;\u2019\n He p_ar_done[d] him p_re_sentlye;\n They stayd not past a night and a day,\n But towards Newp_or_t did they hye.\n\n 24\n But [at] Attherston these lords did meete;\n A worthy sight itt was to see,\n How Erle Richmond tooke his hatt in his hand,\n And said, Cheshire and Lancashire, welcome to me!\n\n 25\n But now is a bird of the egle taken;\n Ffrom the white bore he cannot fflee;\n Therfore the old egle makes great moane,\n And prayes to God most certainly.\n\n 26\n \u2018O stedfast God, verament,\u2019 he did say,\n \u2018Thre p_er_sons in one god in Trinytye,\n Saue my sonne, the young egle, this day\n Ffrom all ffalse craft and trecherye!\u2019\n\n 27\n Then the blew bore the vanward had;\n He was both warry and wise of witt;\n The right hand of them he tooke,\n The sunn and wind of them to gett.\n\n 28\n Then the egle ffollowed fast vpon his pray,\n W_i_th sore dints he did them smyte;\n The talbott he bitt wonderous sore,\n Soe well the vnicorne did him quite.\n\n 29\n And then came in the harts head;\n A worthy sight itt was to see,\n The iacketts _tha_t were of white and redd,\n How they laid about them lustilye.\n\n 30\n But now is the ffeirce ffeeld foughten and ended,\n And the white bore there lyeth slaine,\n And the young egle is p_re_serued,\n And come to his nest againe.\n\n 31\n But now this garden fflourishes ffreshly and gay,\n W_i_th ffragrant fflowers comely of hew,\n And gardners itt doth maintaine;\n I hope they will proue iust and true.\n\n 32\n Our k_ing_, he is the rose soe redd,\n _Tha_t now does fflourish ffresh and gay:\n Confound his ffoes, Lo_rd_, wee beseeche,\n And loue His Grace both night and day!\n\n * * * * *\n\n 10^4. Then better.\n\n 12^1. him _is apparently altered from_ mim _in the MS.:\n Furnivall_.\n\n 14^4. shogged him.\n\n 17^3. cane _for_ came.\n\n 26^2. 3.\n\n 29^3. They.\n\n\n\n\n 167\n\n SIR ANDREW BARTON\n\n #A.# \u2018S_i_r Andrew Bartton,\u2019 Percy MS. p. 490; Hales and Furnivall,\n III, 399.\n\n #B.# \u2018The Life and Death of Sir Andrew Barton,\u2019 etc. #a.# Douce\n Ballads, I, 18 b. #b.# Pepys Ballads, I, 484, No 249. #c.# Wood\n Ballads, 401, 55. #d.# Roxburghe Ballads, I, 2; reprinted by the\n Ballad Society, I, 10. #e.# Bagford Ballads, 643, m. 9. (61). #f.#\n Bagford Ballads, 643, m. 10 (77). #g.# Wood Ballads, 402, 37. #h.#\n \u2018Sir Andrew Barton,\u2019 Glenriddell MSS, XI, 20.\n\n\nGiven in Old Ballads, 1723, I, 159; in Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1765, II, 177,\na copy made up from the Folio MS. and #B b#, with editorial emendations;\nRitson\u2019s Select Collection of English Songs, 1783, I, 313. #B f# is\nreprinted by Halliwell, Early Naval Ballads, Percy Society, vol. ii, p.\n4, 1841; by Moore, Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry, p. 256,\n1853. There is a Bow-Churchyard copy, of no value, in the Roxburghe\ncollection, III, 726, 727, dated in the Museum catalogue 1710.\n\nA collation of #A# and #B# will show how ballads were retrenched and\nmarred in the process of preparing them for the vulgar press.[205] #B\na-g# clearly lack two stanzas after 11 (12, 13, of #A#). This omission\nis perhaps to be attributed to careless printing rather than to reckless\ncutting down, for the stanzas wanted are found in #h#. #h# is a\ntranscript, apparently from recitation or dictation, of a Scottish\nbroadside. It has but fifty-six stanzas, against the sixty-four of #B a#\nand the eighty-two of #A#, and is extremely corrupted. Besides the two\nstanzas not found in the English broadside, it has one more, after 50,\nwhich is perhaps borrowed from \u2018Adam Bell\u2019:\n\n \u2018Foul fa the hands,\u2019 says Horsley then,\n \u2018This day that did that coat put on;\n For had it been as thin as mine,\n Thy last days had been at an end.\u2019[206]\n\n#A# has a regrettable gap after 35, and is corrupted at 29^2[207], 47^2.\n\nIn the year 1476 a Portuguese squadron seized a richly loaded ship\ncommanded by John Barton, in consequence of which letters of reprisal\nwere granted to Andrew, Robert, and John Barton, sons of John, and these\nletters were renewed in 1506,[208] \u201cas no opportunity had occurred of\neffectuating a retaliation;\u201d that is to say, as the Scots, up to the\nlater date, had not been supplied with the proper vessels. The king of\nPortugal remonstrated against reprisals for so old an offence, but he\nhad put himself in the wrong four years before by refusing to deal with\na herald sent by the Scottish king for the arrangement of the matter in\ndispute. It is probable that there was justice on the Scottish side,\n\u201cyet there is some reason to believe that the Bartons abused the royal\nfavor, and the distance and impunity of the sea, to convert this\nretaliation into a kind of piracy against the Portuguese trade, at that\ntime, by the discoveries and acquisitions in India, rendered the richest\nin the world.\u201d All three of the brothers were men of note in the naval\nhistory of Scotland. Andrew is called Sir Andrew, perhaps, in imitation\nof Sir Andrew Wood; but his brother attained to be called Sir\nRobert.[209]\n\nWe may now hear what the writers who are nearest to the time have to say\nof the subject-matter of our ballad.\n\nHall\u2019s Chronicle, 1548. In June [1511], the king being at Leicester,\ntidings were brought to him that Andrew Barton, a Scottish man and a\npirate of the sea, saying that the king of Scots had war with the\nPortingales, did rob every nation, and so stopped the king\u2019s streams\nthat no merchants almost could pass, and when he took the Englishmen\u2019s\ngoods, he said they were Portingales\u2019 goods, and thus he haunted and\nrobbed at every haven\u2019s mouth. The king, moved greatly with this crafty\npirate, sent Sir Edmund Howard, Lord Admiral of England,[210] and Lord\nThomas Howard, son and heir to the Earl of Surrey, in all the haste to\nthe sea, which hastily made ready two ships, and without any more abode\ntook the sea, and by chance of weather were severed. The Lord Howard,\nlying in the Downs, perceived where Andrew was making toward Scotland,\nand so fast the said lord chased him that he overtook him, and there was\na sore battle. The Englishmen were fierce, and the Scots defended them\nmanfully, and ever Andrew blew his whistle to encourage his men, yet for\nall that, the Lord Howard and his men, by clean strength, entered the\nmain deck; then the Englishmen entered on all sides, and the Scots\nfought sore on the hatches, but in conclusion Andrew was taken, which\nwas so sore wounded that he died there; then all the remnant of the\nScots were taken, with their ship, called The Lion. All this while was\nthe Lord Admiral in chase of the bark of Scotland called Jenny Pirwyn,\nwhich was wont to sail with The Lion in company, and so much did he with\nother that he laid him on board and fiercely assailed him, and the\nScots, as hardy and well stomached men, them defended; but the Lord\nAdmiral so encouraged his men that they entered the bark and slew many,\nand took all the other. Then were these two ships taken, and brought to\nBlackwall the second day of August, and all the Scots were sent to the\nBishop\u2019s place of York, and there remained, at the king\u2019s charge, till\nother direction was taken for them. [They were released upon their\nowning that they deserved death for piracy, and appealing to the king\u2019s\nmercy, says Hall.] The king of Scots, hearing of the death of Andrew of\nBarton and taking of his two ships, was wonderful wroth, and sent\nletters to the king requiring restitution according to the league and\namity. The king wrote with brotherly salutations to the king of Scots of\nthe robberies and evil doings of Andrew Barton, and that it became not\none prince to lay a breach of a league to another prince in doing\njustice upon a pirate or thief, and that all the other Scots that were\ntaken had deserved to die by justice if he had not extended his mercy.\n(Ed. of 1809, p. 525.)\n\nBuchanan, about twenty years later, writes to this effect. Andrew\nBreton[211] was a Scots trader whose father had been cruelly put to\ndeath by the Portuguese, after they had plundered his ship. This outrage\nwas committed within the dominion of Flanders, and the Flemish\nadmiralty, upon suit of the son, gave judgment against the Portuguese;\nbut the offending parties would not pay the indemnity, nor would their\nking compel them, though the king of Scots sent a herald to make the\ndemand. The Scot procured from his master a letter of marque, to warrant\nhim against charges of piracy and freebooting while prosecuting open war\nagainst the Portuguese for their violation of the law of nations, and in\nthe course of a few months inflicted great loss on them. Portuguese\nenvoys went to the English king and told him that this Andrew was a man\nof such courage and enterprise as would make him a dangerous enemy in\nthe war then impending with the French, and that he could now be\nconveniently cut off, under cover of piracy, to the advantage of English\nsubjects and the gratification of a friendly sovereign. Henry was easily\npersuaded, and dispatched his admiral, Thomas Howard,[212] with two of\nthe strongest ships of the royal navy, to lie in wait at the Downs for\nAndrew, then on his way home from Flanders. They soon had sight of the\nScot, in a small vessel, with a still smaller in company. Howard\nattacked Andrew\u2019s ship, but, though the superior in all respects, was\nbarely able to take it after the master and most of his men had been\nkilled. The Scots captain, though several times wounded and with one leg\nbroken by a cannon-ball, seized a drum and beat a charge to inspirit his\nmen to fight until breath and life failed. The smaller ship was\nsurrendered with less resistance, and the survivors of both vessels, by\nbegging their lives of the king (as they were instructed to do by the\nEnglish), obtained a discharge without punishment. The Scottish king\nmade formal complaint of this breach of peace, but the answer was ready:\nthe killing of pirates broke no leagues and furnished no decent ground\nfor war. (Rer. Scot. Historia, 1582, fol. 149 b, 150.)\n\nBishop Lesley, writing at about the same time as Buchanan, openly\naccuses the English of fraud. \u201cIn the month of June,\u201d he says, \u201cAndrew\nBarton, being on the sea in warfare contrar the Portingals, against whom\nhe had a letter of mark, Sir Edmund Howard, Lord Admiral of England, and\nLord Thomas Howard, son and heir to the Earl of Surrey, past forth at\nthe king of England\u2019s command, with certain of his best ships; and the\nsaid Andrew, being in his voyage sailing toward Scotland, having only\nbut one ship and a bark, they set upon at the Downs, and at the first\nentry did make sign unto them that there was friendship standing betwix\nthe two realms, and therefore thought them to be friends; wherewith\nthey, nothing moved, did cruelly invade, and he manfully and\ncourageously defended, where there was many slain, and Andrew himself\nsore wounded, that he died shortly; and his ship, called The Lion, and\nthe bark, called Jenny Pirrvyne, which, with the Scots men that was\nliving, were had to London, and kept there as prisoners in the Bishop of\nYorks house, and after was sent home in Scotland. When that the\nknowledge hereof came to the king, he sent incontinent a herald to the\nking of England, with letters requiring dress for the slaughter of\nAndrew Barton, with the ships to be rendered again; otherwise it might\nbe an occasion to break the league and peace contracted between them. To\nthe which it was answered by the king of England that the slaughter\nbeing a pirate, as he alleged, should be no break to the peace; yet not\nthe less he should cause commissioners meet upon the borders, where they\nshould treat upon that and all other enormities betwix the two\nrealms.\u201d[213] (History of Scotland, Edinburgh, 1830, p. 82 f.)\n\nThe ballad displaces Sir Thomas and Sir Edward Howard, and puts in their\nplace Lord Charles Howard, who was not born till twenty-five years after\nthe fight. Lord Charles Howard, son of William, a younger half-brother\nof Thomas and Edward, was, in his time, like them, Lord High Admiral,\nand had the honor of commanding the fleet which served against the\nArmada. He was created Earl of Nottingham in 1596, and this\ncircumstance, adopted into #A# 78,[214] puts this excellent ballad later\nthan one would have said, unless, as is quite possible, the name of the\nEnglish commander has been changed. There is but one ship in the ballad,\nas there is but a single captain, but Henry Hunt makes up for the other\nwhen we come to the engagement. The dates are much deranged in #A#. The\nmerchants make their complaint at midsummer, the summer solstice (in\nMay, #B# 1), and here there is agreement with Hall and Lesley. The\nEnglish ship sails the day before midsummer-even, #A# 17; the fight\noccurs not more than four days after (#A# 18, 33, 34; #B# 16, 31); four\ndays is a large allowance for returning, but the ship sails into Thames\nmouth on the day before New Year\u2019s even, #A# 71, 72, 74.[215] In #B# the\nEnglish do not sail till winter, and although the interval from May is\nlong for fitting out a ship, inconsistency is avoided. According to\nHall, the English ships brought in their prizes August 2d.\n\n#A.# King Henry Eighth, having been informed by eighty London merchants\nthat navigation is stopped by a Scot who would rob them were they twenty\nships to his one, asks if there is never a lord who will fetch him that\ntraitor, and Lord Charles Howard volunteers for the service, he to be\nthe only man. The king offers him six hundred fighting men, his choice\nof all the realm. Howard engages two noble marksmen, Peter Simon to be\nthe head of a hundred gunners, and William Horsley to be the head of a\nhundred bowmen, and sails, resolved to bring in Sir Andrew and his ship,\nor never again come near his prince. On the third day he falls in with a\nfine ship commanded by Henry Hunt, and asks whether they have heard of\nBarton. Henry Hunt had been Barton\u2019s prisoner the day before, and can\ngive the best intelligence and advice. Barton is a terrible fellow; his\nship is brass within and steel without; and although there is a\ndeficiency at #A# 36, there is enough to show that it was not less\nmagnificent than strong, 36^2, 75^2. He has a pinnace of thirty guns,\nand the voluble and not too coherent Hunt makes it a main point to sink\nthis pinnace first. But above all, Barton carries beams in his\ntopcastle, and with these, if he can drop them, his own ship is a match\nfor twenty;[216] therefore, let no man go to his topcastle. Hunt borrows\nsome guns from Lord Howard, trusting to be forgiven for breaking the\noath upon which he had been released by his captor the day before, and\nsets a \u2018glass\u2019 (lantern?) to guide Howard\u2019s ship to Barton\u2019s, which they\nsee the next day. Barton is lying at anchor, 45^3, 46^1; the English\nship, feigning to be a merchantman, passes him without striking topsails\nor topmast, \u2018stirring neither top nor mast.\u2019 Sir Andrew has been admiral\non the sea for more than three years, and no Englishman or Portingal\npasses without his leave: he orders his pinnace to bring the pedlars\nback; they shall hang at his main-mast tree. The pinnace fires on Lord\nHoward and brings down his foremast and fifteen of his men, but Simon\nsinks the pinnace with one discharge, which, to be sure, includes nine\nyards of chain besides other great shot, less and more. Sir Andrew cuts\nhis ropes to go for the pedlar himself. Lord Howard throws off disguise,\nsounds drums and trumpets, and spreads his ensign. Simon\u2019s son shoots\nand kills sixty; the perjured Henry Hunt comes in on the other side,\nbrings down the foremast, and kills eighty. One wonders that Barton\u2019s\nguns do not reply; in fact he never fires a shot; but then he has that\nwonderful apparatus of the beams, which, whether mechanically perfect or\nnot, is worked well by the poet, for not many better passages are met\nwith in ballad poetry than that which tells of the three gallant\nattempts on the main-mast tree, 52\u201366. Sir Andrew had not taken the\nEnglish archery into his reckoning. Gordon, the first man to mount, is\nstruck through the brain; so is James Hamilton, Barton\u2019s sister\u2019s son.\nSir Andrew dons his armor of proof and goes up himself. Horsley hits him\nunder his arm; Barton will not loose his hold, but a second mortal wound\nforces him to come down. He calls on his men to fight on; he will lie\nand bleed awhile, and then rise and fight again; \u201cfight on for Scotland\nand St Andrew, while you hear my whistle blow!\u201d Soon the whistle is\nmute, and they know that Barton is dead; the English board; Howard\nstrikes off Sir Andrew\u2019s head, while the Scots stand by weeping, and\nthrows the body over the side, with three hundred crowns about the\nmiddle to secure it a burial. So Jon Rimaardss\u00f8n binds three bags about\nhis body when he jumps into the sea, saying, He shall not die poor that\nwill bury my body: Danske Viser, II, 225, st. 30. Lord Howard sails back\nto England, and is royally welcomed. England before had but one ship of\nwar, and Sir Andrew\u2019s made the second, says the ballad, but therein\nseems to be less than historically accurate: see Southey\u2019s Lives of the\nBritish Admirals, 1833, II, 171, note. Hunt, Horsley, and Simon are\ngenerously rewarded, and Howard is made Earl of Nottingham. When King\nHenry sees Barton\u2019s ghastly head, he exclaims that he would give a\nhundred pounds if the man were alive as he is dead: ambiguous words,\nwhich one would prefer not to interpret by the later version of the\nballad, in which Henry is eager himself to give the doom, #B# 58; nor\nneed we, for in the concluding stanza the king, in recognition of the\nmanful part that he hath played, both here and beyond the sea, says that\neach of Barton\u2019s men shall have half a crown a day to take them home.\n\nThe variations of #B#, as to the story, are of slight importance. There\nis no pinnace in #B#. Horsley\u2019s shots are somewhat better arranged:\nGordon is shot under the collar-bone, the nephew through the heart; the\nfirst arrow rebounds from Barton\u2019s armor, the second smites him to the\nheart. \u2018Until you hear my whistle blow,\u2019 in 53^4, is a misconception,\ncoming from not understanding that till (as in #A# 66^4) may mean while.\n\n\nThe copy in Percy\u2019s Reliques is translated by Von Mar\u00e9es, p. 88.\n\n\n A\n\n Percy MS., p. 490; Hales and Furnivall, III, 399.\n\n 1\n As itt beffell in m[i]dsumer-time,\n When burds singe sweetlye on euery tree,\n Our noble k_ing_, K_ing_ Henery the Eighth,\n Ouer the riuer of Thames past hee.\n\n 2\n Hee was no sooner ouer the riuer,\n Downe in a fforrest to take the ayre,\n But eighty merchants of London cittye\n Came kneeling before K_ing_ Henery there.\n\n 3\n \u2018O yee are welcome, rich merchants,\n [Good saylers, welcome unto me!\u2019]\n They swore by the rood the were saylers good,\n But rich merchants they cold not bee.\n\n 4\n \u2018To Ffrance nor Fflanders dare we nott passe,\n Nor Burdeaux voyage wee dare not ffare,\n And all ffor a ffalse robber _tha_t lyes on the seas,\n And robb[s] vs of our merchants-ware.\u2019\n\n 5\n K_ing_ Henery was stout, and he turned him about,\n And swore by the Lord _tha_t was mickle of might,\n \u2018I thought he had not beene in the world throughout\n _Tha_t durst haue wrought England such vnright.\u2019\n\n 6\n But euer they sighed, and said, alas!\n Vnto K_ing_ Harry this answere againe:\n \u2018He is a proud Scott _tha_t will robb vs all\n If wee were twenty shipps and hee but one.\u2019\n\n 7\n The k_ing_ looket ouer his left shoulder,\n Amongst his lords and barrons soe ffree:\n \u2018Haue I neuer lo_rd_ in all my realme\n Will ffeitch yond traitor vnto mee?\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Yes, _tha_t dare I!\u2019 sayes my lo_rd_ Chareles Howard,\n Neere to the k_ing_ wheras hee did stand;\n \u2018If _tha_t Yo_u_r Grace will giue me leaue,\n My selfe wilbe the only man.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Thou shalt haue six hundred men,\u2019 saith our k_ing_,\n \u2018And chuse them out of my realme soe ffree;\n Besids marriners and boyes,\n To guide the great shipp on the sea.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018I\u2019le goe speake w_i_th S_i_r Andrew,\u2019 sais Ch_arles_, my lo_rd_\n Haward;\n \u2018Vpon the sea, if hee be there;\n I will bring him and his shipp to shore,\n Or before my prince I will neu_er_ come neere.\u2019\n\n 11\n The ffirst of all my lo_rd_ did call,\n A noble gunner hee was one;\n This man was three score yeeres and ten,\n And Peeter Simon was his name.\n\n 12\n \u2018Peeter,\u2019 sais hee, \u2018I must sayle to the sea,\n To seeke out an enemye; God be my speed!\u2019\n Before all others I haue chosen thee;\n Of a hundred guners thoust be my head.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018My lo_rd_,\u2019 sais hee, \u2018if you haue chosen mee\n Of a hundred gunners to be the head,\n Hange me att yo_u_r maine-mast tree\n If I misse my marke past three pence bread.\u2019\n\n 14\n The next of all my lo_rd_ he did call,\n A noble bowman hee was one;\n In Yorekeshire was this gentleman borne,\n And William Horsley was his name.\n\n 15\n \u2018Horsley,\u2019 sayes hee, \u2018I must sayle to the sea,\n To seeke out an enemye; God be my speede!\n Before all others I haue chosen thee;\n Of a hundred bowemen thoust be my head.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018My lo_rd_,\u2019 sais hee, \u2018if you haue chosen mee\n Of a hundred bowemen to be the head,\n Hang me att yo_u_r mainemast-tree\n If I misse my marke past twelue pence bread.\u2019\n\n 17\n W_i_th pikes, and gunnes, and bowemen bold,\n This noble Howard is gone to the sea\n On the day before midsummer-euen,\n And out att Thames mouth sayled they.\n\n 18\n They had not sayled dayes three\n Vpon their iourney they tooke in hand,\n But there they mett w_i_th a noble shipp,\n And stoutely made itt both stay and stand.\n\n 19\n \u2018Thou must tell me thy name,\u2019 sais Ch_arles_, my lo_rd_ Haward,\n \u2018Or who thou art, or ffrom whence thou came,\n Yea, and where thy dwelling is,\n To whom and where thy shipp does belong.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018My name,\u2019 sayes hee, \u2018is Henery Hunt,\n W_i_th a pure hart and a penitent mind;\n I and my shipp they doe belong\n Vnto the New-castle _tha_t stands vpon Tine.\u2019\n\n 21\n \u2018Now thou must tell me, Harry Hunt,\n As thou hast sayled by day and by night,\n Hast thou not heard of a stout robber?\n Men calls him S_i_r Andrew Bartton, k_nigh_t.\u2019\n\n 22\n But euer he sighed, and sayd, Alas!\n Ffull well, my lo_rd_, I know _tha_t wight;\n He robd me of my merchants ware,\n And I was his prisoner but yesternight.\n\n 23\n As I was sayling vppon the sea,\n And [a] Burdeaux voyage as I did ffare,\n He clasped me to his archborde,\n And robd me of all my merchants-ware.\n\n 24\n And I am a man both poore and bare,\n And euery man will haue his owne of me,\n And I am bound towards London to ffare,\n To complaine to my prince Henerye.\n\n 25\n \u2018_Tha_t shall not need,\u2019 sais my lo_rd_ Haward;\n \u2018If thou canst lett me this robber see,\n Ffor euery peny he hath taken thee ffroe,\n Thou shalt be rewarded a shilling,\u2019 q_uo_th hee.\n\n 26\n \u2018Now God fforefend,\u2019 saies Henery Hunt,\n \u2018My lo_rd_, you shold worke soe ffarr amisse!\n God keepe you out of _tha_t traitors hands!\n For you wott ffull litle what a man hee is.\n\n 27\n \u2018Hee is brasse w_i_thin, and steele w_i_thout,\n And beames hee beares in his topcastle stronge;\n His shipp hath ordinance cleane round about;\n Besids, my lo_rd_, hee is verry well mand.\n\n 28\n \u2018He hath a pinnace, is deerlye dight,\n S_ain_t Andrews crosse, _tha_t is his guide;\n His pinnace beares nine score men and more,\n Besids fifteen cannons on euery side.\n\n 29\n \u2018If you were twenty shippes, and he but one,\n Either in archbord or in hall,\n He wold ouercome you euerye one,\n And if his beames they doe downe ffall.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018This is cold comfort,\u2019 sais my Lord Haward,\n \u2018To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea;\n I\u2019le bring him and his shipp to shore,\n Or else into Scottland hee shall carrye mee.\u2019\n\n 31\n \u2018Then you must gett a noble gunner, my lo_rd_,\n _Tha_t can sett well w_i_th his eye,\n And sinke his pinnace into the sea,\n And soone then ou_er_come will hee bee.\n\n 32\n \u2018And when _tha_t you haue done this,\n If you chance S_i_r Andrew for to bord,\n Lett no man to his topcastle goe;\n And I will giue you a glasse, my lord,\n\n 33\n \u2018And then you need to ffeare no Scott,\n Whether you sayle by day or by night;\n And to-morrow, by seuen of the clocke,\n You shall meete w_i_th S_i_r Andrew Bartton, k_night_.\n\n 34\n \u2018I was his prisoner but yester night,\n And he hath taken mee sworne,\u2019 q_uo_th hee;\n \u2018I trust my L[ord] God will me fforgiue\n And if _tha_t oath then broken bee.\n\n 35\n \u2018You must lend me sixe peeces, my l_ord_,\u2019 q_uo_th hee,\n \u2018Into my shipp, to sayle the sea,\n And to-morrow, by nine of the clocke,\n Yo_u_r Hono_u_r againe then will I see.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 36\n And the hache-bord where S_i_r Andrew lay\n Is hached w_i_th gold deerlye dight:\n \u2018Now by my ffaith,\u2019 sais Ch_arles_, my lo_rd_ Haward,\n \u2018Then yonder Scott is a worthye wight!\n\n 37\n \u2018Take in yo_u_r ancyents and yo_u_r standards,\n Yea _tha_t no man shall them see,\n And put me fforth a white willow wand,\n As merchants vse to sayle the sea.\u2019\n\n 38\n But they stirred neither top nor mast,\n But S_i_r Andrew they passed by:\n \u2018Whatt English are yonder,\u2019 said S_i_r Andrew,\n \u2018_Tha_t can so litle curtesye?\n\n 39\n \u2018I haue beene admirall ouer the sea\n More then these yeeres three;\n There is neu_er_ an English dog, nor Portingall,\n Can passe this way w_i_thout leaue of mee.\n\n 40\n \u2018But now yonder pedlers, they are past,\n _Whi_ch is no litle greffe to me:\n Ffeich them backe,\u2019 sayes S_i_r Andrew Bartton,\n \u2018They shall all hang att my maine-mast tree.\u2019\n\n 41\n W_i_th _tha_t the pinnace itt shott of,\n _Tha_t my Lo_rd_ Haward might itt well ken;\n Itt stroke downe my lords fforemast,\n And killed fourteen of my lo_rd_ his men.\n\n 42\n \u2018Come hither, Simon!\u2019 sayes my lo_rd_ Haward,\n \u2018Looke _tha_t thy words be true thou sayd;\n I\u2019le hang thee att my maine-mast tree\n If thou misse thy marke past twelue pence bread.\u2019\n\n 43\n Simon was old, but his hart itt was bold;\n Hee tooke downe a peece, and layd itt ffull lowe;\n He put in chaine yeards nine,\n Besids other great shott lesse and more.\n\n 44\n W_i_th _tha_t hee lett his gun-shott goe;\n Soe well hee settled itt w_i_th his eye,\n The ffirst sight _tha_t S_i_r Andrew sawe,\n Hee see his pinnace sunke in the sea.\n\n 45\n When hee saw his pinace sunke,\n Lord! in his hart hee was not well:\n \u2018Cutt my ropes! itt is time to be gon!\n I\u2019le goe ffeitch yond pedlers backe my selfe!\u2019\n\n 46\n When my lo_rd_ Haward saw S_i_r Andrew loose,\n Lord! in his hart _tha_t hee was ffaine:\n \u2018Strike on yo_u_r drummes! spread out yo_u_r ancyents!\n Sound out yo_u_r trumpetts! sound out amaine!\u2019\n\n 47\n \u2018Ffight on, my men!\u2019 sais S_i_r Andrew Bartton;\n \u2018Weate, howsoeu_er_ this geere will sway,\n Itt is my lo_rd_ Adm[i]rall of England\n Is come to seeke mee on the sea.\u2019\n\n 48\n Simon had a sonne; w_i_th shott of a gunn\u2014\n Well S_i_r Andrew might itt ken\u2014\n He shott itt in att a priuye place,\n And killed sixty more of S_i_r Andrews men.\n\n 49\n Harry Hunt came in att the other syde,\n And att S_i_r Andrew hee shott then;\n He droue downe his fformast-tree,\n And killed eighty more of S_i_r Andriwes men.\n\n 50\n \u2018I haue done a good turne,\u2019 sayes Harry Hunt;\n \u2018S_i_r Andrew is not our k_ing_s ffreind;\n He hoped to haue vndone me yesternight,\n But I hope I haue quitt him well in the end.\u2019\n\n 51\n \u2018Euer alas!\u2019 sayd S_i_r Andrew Barton,\n \u2018What shold a man either thinke or say?\n Yonder ffalse theeffe is my strongest enemye,\n Who was my prisoner but yesterday.\n\n 52\n \u2018Come hither to me, thou Gourden good,\n And be thou readye att my call,\n And I will giue thee three hundred pound\n If thou wilt lett my beames downe ffall.\u2019\n\n 53\n W_i_th _tha_t hee swarued the maine-mast tree,\n Soe did he itt w_i_th might and maine;\n Horseley, w_i_th a bearing arrow,\n Stroke the Gourden through the braine.\n\n 54\n And he ffell into the haches againe,\n And sore of this wound _tha_t he did bleed;\n Then word went throug S_i_r Andrews men,\n _Tha_t the Gourden hee was dead.\n\n 55\n \u2018Come hither to me, Iames Hambliton,\n Thou art my sisters sonne, I haue no more;\n I will giue [thee] six hundred pound\n If thou will lett my beames downe ffall.\u2019\n\n 56\n With _tha_t hee swarued the maine-mast tree,\n Soe did hee itt w_i_th might and maine:\n Horseley, w_i_th another broad arrow,\n Strake the yeaman through the braine.\n\n 57\n _Tha_t hee ffell downe to the haches againe;\n Sore of his wound _tha_t hee did bleed;\n Couetousness getts no gaine,\n Itt is verry true, as the Welchman sayd.\n\n 58\n But when hee saw his sisters sonne slaine,\n Lo_rd_! in his heart hee was not well:\n \u2018Goe ffeitch me downe my armour of proue,\n Ffor I will to the topcastle my-selfe.\n\n 59\n \u2018Goe ffeitch me downe my armour of prooffe,\n For itt is guilded w_i_th gold soe cleere;\n God be w_i_th my brother, Iohn of Bartton!\n Amongst the Portingalls hee did itt weare.\u2019\n\n 60\n But when hee had his armour of prooffe,\n And on his body hee had itt on,\n Euery man _tha_t looked att him\n Sayd, Gunn nor arrow hee neede feare none.\n\n 61\n \u2018Come hither, Horsley!\u2019 sayes my lo_rd_ Haward,\n \u2018And looke yo_u_r shaft _tha_t itt goe right;\n Shoot a good shoote in the time of need,\n And ffor thy shooting thoust be made a k_nigh_t.\u2019\n\n 62\n \u2018I\u2019le doe my best,\u2019 sayes Horslay then,\n \u2018Yo_u_r Honor shall see beffore I goe;\n If I shold be hanged att yo_u_r mainemast,\n I haue in my shipp but arrowes tow.\u2019\n\n 63\n But att S_i_r Andrew hee shott then;\n Hee made sure to hitt his marke;\n Vnder the spole of his right arme\n Hee smote S_i_r Andrew quite throw the hart.\n\n 64\n Yett ffrom the tree hee wold not start,\n But hee clinged to itt w_i_th might and maine;\n Vnder the coller then of his iacke,\n He stroke S_i_r Andrew thorrow the braine.\n\n 65\n \u2018Ffight on my men,\u2019 sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,\n \u2018I am hurt, but I am not slaine;\n I\u2019le lay mee downe and bleed a-while,\n And then I\u2019le rise and ffight againe.\n\n 66\n \u2018Ffight on my men,\u2019 sayes S_i_r Andrew Bartton,\n \u2018These English doggs they bite soe lowe;\n Ffight on ffor Scottland and S_ain_t Andrew\n Till you heare my whistle blowe!\u2019\n\n 67\n But when the cold not heare his whistle blow,\n Sayes Harry Hunt, I\u2019le lay my head\n You may bord yonder noble shipp, my lo_rd_,\n For I know S_i_r Andrew hee is dead.\n\n 68\n W_i_th _tha_t they borded this noble shipp,\n Soe did they itt w_i_th might and maine;\n The ffound eighteen score Scotts aliue,\n Besids the rest were maimed and slaine.\n\n 69\n My lo_rd_ Haward tooke a sword in his hand,\n And smote of S_i_r Andrews head;\n The Scotts stood by did weepe and mourne,\n But neu_er_ a word durst speake or say.\n\n 70\n He caused his body to be taken downe,\n And ou_er_ the hatch-bord cast into the sea,\n And about his middle three hundred crownes:\n \u2018Whersoeuer thou lands, itt will bury thee.\u2019\n\n 71\n W_i_th his head they sayled into England againe,\n W_i_th right good will, and fforce and main,\n And the day beffore Newyeeres euen\n Into Thames mouth they came againe.\n\n 72\n My lo_rd_ Haward wrote to K_ing_ Heneryes grace,\n W_i_th all the newes hee cold him bring:\n \u2018Such a Newyeeres gifft I haue brought to yo_u_r Gr[ace]\n As neu_er_ did subiect to any king.\n\n 73\n \u2018Ffor merchandyes and manhood,\n The like is nott to be ffound;\n The sight of these wold doe you good,\n Ffor you haue not the like in yo_u_r English ground.\u2019\n\n 74\n But when hee heard tell _tha_t they were come,\n Full royally hee welcomed them home;\n S_i_r Andrews shipp was the k_ing_s Newyeeres guifft;\n A brauer shipp you neu_er_ saw none.\n\n 75\n Now hath our k_ing_ S_i_r Andrews shipp,\n Besett w_i_th pearles and p_re_cyous stones;\n Now hath England two shipps of warr,\n Two shipps of warr, before but one.\n\n 76\n \u2018Who holpe to this?\u2019 sayes K_ing_ Henerye,\n \u2018_Tha_t I may reward him ffor his paine:\u2019\n \u2018Harry Hunt, and Peeter Simon,\n William Horseleay, and I the same.\u2019\n\n 77\n \u2018Harry Hunt shall haue his whistle and chaine,\n And all his iewells, whatsoeuer they bee,\n And other rich giffts _tha_t I will not name,\n For his good service he hath done mee.\n\n 78\n \u2018Horslay, right thoust be a k_nigh_t,\n Lands and liuings thou shalt haue store;\n Howard shalbe erle of Nottingham,\n And soe was neuer Haward before.\n\n 79\n \u2018Now, Peeter Simon, thou art old;\n I will maintaine thee and thy sonne;\n Thou shalt haue fiue hundred pound all in gold\n Ffor the good service _tha_t thou hast done.\u2019\n\n 80\n Then K_ing_ Henerye shiffted his roome;\n In came the Queene and ladyes bright;\n Other arrands they had none\n But to see S_i_r Andrew Bartton, k_nigh_t.\n\n 81\n But when they see his deadly fface,\n His eyes were hollow in his head;\n \u2018I wold giue a hundred pound,\u2019 sais K_ing_ Henerye,\n \u2018The man were aliue as hee is dead!\n\n 82\n \u2018Yett ffor the manfull p_ar_t _tha_t hee hath playd,\n Both heere and beyond the sea,\n His men shall haue halfe a crowne a day\n To bring them to my brother, K_ing_ Iamye.\u2019\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Douce Ballads, I, 18 b. #b.# Pepys Ballads, I, 484, No 249.\n #c.# Wood Ballads, 401, 55. #d.# Roxburghe Ballads, I, 2. #e.#\n Bagford Ballads, 643, m. 9 (61). #f.# Bagford Ballads, 643, m. 10\n (77). #g.# Wood Ballads, 402, 37. #h.# Glenriddell MSS, XI, 20.\n\n 1\n When Flora, with her fragrant flowers,\n Bedeckt the earth so trim and gay,\n And Neptune, with his dainty showers,\n Came to present the month of May,\n\n 2\n King Henry would a progress ride;\n Over the river of Thames past he,\n Unto a mountain-top also\n Did walk, some pleasure for to see.\n\n 3\n Where forty merchants he espy\u2019d,\n With fifty sail, come towards him,\n Who then no sooner were arriv\u2019d,\n But on their knees did thus complain.\n\n 4\n \u2018An\u2019t please Your Grace, we cannot sail\n To France no voyage, to be sure,\n But Sir Andrew Barton makes us quail,\n And robs us of our merchant-ware.\u2019\n\n 5\n Vext was the king, and turned him,\n Said to the lords of high degree,\n Have I ner a lord within my realm\n Dare fetch that traytor unto me?\n\n 6\n To him repli\u2019d Lord Charles Howard:\n I will, my liege, with heart and hand;\n If it please you grant me leave, he said,\n I will perform what you command.\n\n 7\n To him then spake King Henry:\n I fear, my lord, you are too young.\n \u2018No whit at all, my liege,\u2019 quoth he;\n \u2018I hope to prove in valour strong.\n\n 8\n \u2018The Scottish knight I vow to seek,\n In what place soever he be,\n And bring a shore, with all his might,\n Or into Scotland he shall carry me.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018A hundred men,\u2019 the king then said,\n \u2018Out of my realm shall chosen be,\n Besides saylors and ship-boys\n To guide a great ship on the sea.\n\n 10\n \u2018Bow-men and gunners of good skill\n Shall for this service chosen be,\n And they at thy command and will\n In all affairs shall wait on thee.\u2019\n\n 11\n Lord Howard calld a gunner then\n Who was the best in all the realm;\n His age was threescore years and ten,\n And Peter Simon was his name.\n\n 12\n My lord calld then a bow-man rare,\n Whose active hands had gained fame,\n A gentleman born in Yorkshire,\n And William Horsly was his name.\n\n 13\n \u2018Horsly,\u2019 quoth he, \u2018I must to sea,\n To seek a traytor, with great speed;\n Of a hundred bow-men brave,\u2019 quoth he,\n \u2018I have chosen thee to be the head.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018If you, my lord, have chosen me\n Of a hundred men to be the head,\n Upon the main-mast I\u2019le hanged be,\n If twelve-score I miss one shillings breadth.\u2019\n\n 15\n Lord Howard then, of courage bold,\n Went to the sea with pleasant chear,\n Not curbd with winters piercing cold,\n Though it was the stormy time of the year.\n\n 16\n Not long he had been on the sea,\n No more in days then number three,\n Till one Henry Hunt he there espied,\n A merchant of Newcastle was he.\n\n 17\n To him Lord Howard cald out amain,\n And strictly charged him to stand;\n Demanding then from whence he came,\n Or where he did intend to land.\n\n 18\n The merchant then made him answer soon,\n With heavy heart and careful mind,\n \u2018My lord, my ship it doth belong\n Unto Newcastle upon Tine.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018Canst thou shew me,\u2019 the lord did say,\n \u2018As thou didst sail by day and night,\n A Scottish rover on the sea,\n His name is Andrew Barton, knight? \u2019\n\n 20\n Then to him the merchant sighd and said,\n With grieved mind and well a way,\n \u2018But over well I know that wight,\n I was his prisoner but yesterday.\n\n 21\n \u2018As I, my lord, did pass from France,\n A Burdeaux voyage to take so far,\n I met with Sir Andrew Barton thence,\n Who robd me of my merchant-ware.\n\n 22\n \u2018And mickle debts, God knows, I owe,\n And every man did crave his own;\n And I am bound to London now,\n Of our gracious king to beg a boon.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Shew me him,\u2019 said [Lord] Howard then,\n \u2018Let me but once the villain see,\n And one penny he hath from the tane,\n I\u2019le double the same with shillings three.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018Now, God forbid,\u2019 the merchant said;\n \u2018I fear your aim that you will miss;\n God bless you from his tyranny,\n For little you know what man he is.\n\n 25\n \u2018He is brass within and steel without,\n His ship most huge and mighty strong,\n With eighteen pieces strong and stout,\n He carrieth on each side along.\n\n 26\n \u2018With beams for his top-castle,\n As also being huge and high,\n That neither English nor Portugal\n Can pass Sir Andrew Barton by.\u2019\n\n 27\n \u2018Hard news thou shewst,\u2019 then said the lord,\n \u2018To welcome strangers to the sea;\n But, as I said, I\u2019le bring him aboard,\n Or into Scotland he shall carry me.\u2019\n\n 28\n The merchant said, If you will do so,\n Take counsel, then, I pray withal:\n Let no man to his top-castle go,\n Nor strive to let his beam[s] down fall.\n\n 29\n \u2018Lend me seven pieces of ordnance then,\n Of each side of my ship,\u2019 quoth he,\n \u2018And to-morrow, my lord, twixt six and seven,\n Again I will Your Honour see.\n\n 30\n \u2018A glass I\u2019le set that may be seen\n Whether you sail by day or night;\n And to-morrow, be sure, before seven,\n You shall see Sir Andrew Barton, knight.\u2019\n\n 31\n The merchant set my lord a glass,\n So well apparent in his sight\n That on the morrow, as his promise was,\n He saw Sir Andrew Barton, knight.\n\n 32\n The lord then swore a mighty oath,\n \u2018Now by the heavens that be of might,\n By faith, believe me, and by troth,\n I think he is a worthy knight.\n\n 33\n \u2018Fetch me my lyon out of hand,\u2019\n Saith the lord, \u2018with rose and streamer high;\n Set up withal a willow-wand,\n That merchant-like I [may] pass by.\u2019\n\n 34\n Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass,\n And did on anchor rise so high;\n No top-sail at all he cast,\n But as his foe he did him defie.\n\n 35\n Sir Andrew Barton seeing him\n Thus scornfully to pass by,\n As though he cared not a pin\n For him and all his company,\n\n 36\n Then called he his men amain,\n \u2018Fetch back yon pedler now,\u2019 quoth he,\n \u2018And against this way he comes again\n I\u2019le teach him well his courtesie.\u2019\n\n 37\n A piece of ordnance soon was shot\n By this proud pirate fiercely then\n Into Lord Howards middle deck,\n Which cruel shot killd fourteen men.\n\n 38\n He calld then Peter Simon, he:\n \u2018Look now thy word do stand in stead,\n For thou shalt be hanged on main-mast\n If thou miss twelve score one penny breadth.\u2019\n\n 39\n Then Peter Simon gave a shot\n Which did Sir Andrew mickle scare,\n In at his deck it came so hot,\n Killd fifteen of his men of war.\n\n 40\n \u2018Alas!\u2019 then said the pyrate stout,\n \u2018I am in danger now, I see;\n This is some lord, I greatly doubt,\n That is set on to conquer me.\u2019\n\n 41\n Then Henry Hunt, with rigor hot,\n Came bravely on the other side,\n Who likewise shot in at his deck,\n And kild fifty of his men beside.\n\n 42\n Then \u2018Out, alas!\u2019 Sir Andrew cri\u2019d,\n \u2018What may a man now think or say!\n Yon merchant thief that pierceth me,\n He was my prisoner yesterday.\u2019\n\n 43\n Then did he on Gordion call,\n Unto top-castle for to go,\n And bid his beams he should let fall,\n \u2018For I greatly fear an overthrow.\u2019\n\n 44\n The lord cald Horsly now in hast:\n \u2018Look that thy word stand now in stead,\n For thou shalt be hanged on main-mast\n If thou miss twelve score one shillings breadth.\u2019\n\n 45\n Then up [the] mast-tree swarved he,\n This stout and mighty Gordion;\n But Horsly, he most happily\n Shot him under the collar-bone.\n\n 46\n Then calld he on his nephew then,\n Said, Sisters sons I have no mo;\n Three hundred pound I will give thee,\n If thou wilt to top-castle go.\n\n 47\n Then stoutly he began to climb,\n From off the mast scornd to depart;\n But Horsly soon prevented him,\n And deadly piercd him to the heart.\n\n 48\n His men being slain, then up amain\n Did this proud pyrate climb with speed,\n For armour of proof he had put on,\n And did not dint of arrow dread.\n\n 49\n \u2018Come hither, Horsly,\u2019 said the lord,\n \u2018See thine arrow aim aright;\n Great means to thee I will afford,\n And if you speed, I\u2019le make you a knight.\u2019\n\n 50\n Sir Andrew did climb up the tree,\n With right good will and all his main;\n Then upon the breast hit Horsly he,\n Till the arrow did return again.\n\n 51\n Then Horsly spied a private place,\n With a perfect eye, in a secret part;\n His arrow swiftly flew apace,\n And smote Sir Andrew to the heart.\n\n 52\n \u2018Fight on, fight on, my merry men all,\n A little I am hurt, yet not slain;\n I\u2019le but lie down and bleed a while,\n And come and fight with you again.\n\n 53\n \u2018And do not,\u2019 he said, \u2018fear English rogues,\n And of your foes stand not in awe,\n But stand fast by St Andrews cross,\n Until you hear my whistle blow.\u2019\n\n 54\n They never heard his whistle blow,\n Which made them [all] sore afraid:\n Then Horsly said, My lord, aboard,\n For now Sir Andrew Barton\u2019s dead.\n\n 55\n Thus boarded they this gallant ship,\n With right good will and all their main,\n Eighteen score Scots alive in it,\n Besides as many more were slain.\n\n 56\n The lord went where Sir Andrew lay,\n And quickly thence cut off his head:\n \u2018I should forsake England many a day,\n If thou wert alive as thou art dead.\u2019\n\n 57\n Thus from the wars Lord Howard came,\n With mickle joy and triumphing;\n The pyrates head he brought along\n For to present unto our king:\n\n 58\n Who briefly then to him did say,\n Before he knew well what was done,\n \u2018Where is the knight and pyrate gay?\n That I my self may give the doom.\u2019\n\n 59\n You may thank God,\u2019 then said the lord,\n \u2018And four men in the ship,\u2019 quoth he,\n \u2018That we are safely come ashore,\n Sith you had never such an enemy:\n\n 60\n \u2018That is Henry Hunt, and Peter Simon,\n William Horsly, and Peters son;\n Therefore reward them for their pains,\n For they did service at their turn.\u2019\n\n 61\n To the merchant then the king did say,\n \u2018In lue of what he hath from the tane,\n I give to the a noble a day,\n Sir Andrews whistle and his chain:\n\n 62\n \u2018To Peter Simon a crown a day,\n And half-a-crown a day to Peters son,\n And that was for a shot so gay,\n Which bravely brought Sir Andrew down.\n\n 63\n \u2018Horsly, I will make thee a knight,\n And in Yorkshire thou shalt dwell:\n Lord Howard shall Earl Bury hight,\n For this title he deserveth well.\n\n 64\n \u2018Seven shillings to our English men,\n Who in this fight did stoutly stand,\n And twelve pence a-day to the Scots, till they\n Come to my brother kings high land.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n _All the copies in stanzas of eight lines._\n\n#A.#\n\n 1^3. 8[th .].\n\n 2^3. 80.\n\n 3^2. _MS. pared away. From the Reliques. Percy\u2019s marginal reading\n is_ For sailors good are welcome to me. _The tops of letters\n left do not suit either of Percy\u2019s lines, says Furnivall._\n\n 3^3. swore: _MS. pared away. Percy\u2019s reading._\n\n 6^4. 20.\n\n 9^1. 600.\n\n 11^3. 60: #B#, three score.\n\n 12^4, 13^2, 15^4, 16^2. 100^\u1e0d, 100.\n\n 13^4, 18^1. 3.\n\n 16^2. they _for_ the.\n\n 16^4, 42^4. 12^[d:].\n\n 15^1. sayes, _a letter blotted out before_ a: _Furnivall._\n\n 20^2. poor _would read better than_ pure (_cf._ #B#, 18^2, heavy\n heart), _but is not satisfactory_.\n\n 23^3. archborde _for_ hachborde?: _cf._ 36^1, 70^2.\n\n 27^2, 29^4, 52^4, 55^4. beanes, _or_ beaues.\n\n 28^3. 9.\n\n 28^4. 15.\n\n 29^1. 20.\n\n 29^2. charke-bord: _should perhaps be_ hachbord.\n\n 33^1. fferae.\n\n 33^3. 7.\n\n 35^3, 43^3. 9.\n\n 36 _is perhaps out of place._\n\n 36^1. lies _for_ lay?\n\n 37. Part II.\n\n 41^1. they _for_ the.\n\n 41^3. strokes.\n\n 44^4. sumke.\n\n 47^2. Weate _I cannot emend_.\n\n 48^4. 60.\n\n 49^3. fformost.\n\n 49^4. 80: Andirwes.\n\n 52^3. 300[li :].\n\n 53^1, 56^1. _perhaps_ swarned: _Furnivall_.\n\n 55^3. 600[li .].\n\n 57^{3,4}. _three follows four: transposed for rhyme._\n\n 64^4. they _for_ the.\n\n 65^4. _Only half the_ n _of_ againe _in the MS.: Furnivall_.\n\n 68^3. 18.\n\n 70^3. 300.\n\n 71^2. meanye _for_ main.\n\n 71^4. againe they came.\n\n 75^{3,4}. 2.\n\n 76^2. paime.\n\n 79^3. 500[li .].\n\n 81^3. 100[li :].\n\n#B. a.#\n\n The Relation of the life and death of Sir Andrew Barton, a Pyrate\n and Rover on the Seas.\n\n The tune is, Come follow my love.\n\n Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright [1655\u201380].\n\n 13^1. ly _in_ Horsly _is worn or torn away, and so is_ to _in the\n next line_.\n\n 20^3. But ever.\n\n 24^1. the Lord he: #c#, #g#, my Lord he: _the others_, the\n merchant.\n\n 26^4. Can S. A. B. pass by. _So all but_ #h#.\n\n 28^4. beam.\n\n 33, 34 _follow_ 36.\n\n 38^2. to _for_ do.\n\n 45^2. Thus.\n\n 47^3. _Cut off: supplied from_ #b#, #c#.\n\n 53^3. Sir Andrews, _and so_ #b#, #c#, #d#.\n\n 54^2. all _supplied from_ #c#.\n\n 63^3. bright _for_ hight.\n\n 64^3. ey _of_ they _cut off, and_ land _in the following line_.\n\n#b.#\n\n A True Relation, _etc._ Tune is, _etc._\n\n Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger\n [1670\u201382?].\n\n _From a transcript made for Bishop Percy, who has in a few places\n made corrections which are not always easily distinguished from\n those of the copyist._\n\n 5^2. to his.\n\n 10^1. great _changed to_ good.\n\n 13^2. To seek: good speed.\n\n 14^4. Of: I _wanting_.\n\n 15^4. was stormy.\n\n 16^3. But one: there he \u2018spy\u2019d.\n\n 17^4. did _inserted by Percy, but perhaps in the text_.\n\n 18^1. him _wanting_.\n\n 20^3. over well.\n\n 20^4. but _wanting_.\n\n 21^1. did sail.\n\n 22^1. deps.\n\n 23^1. [Lord] _wanting_.\n\n 24^1. the merchant.\n\n 25^3. pieces of ordnance.\n\n 28^4. beams.\n\n 29^3. twix.\n\n 33, 34 _follow_ 36.\n\n 33^4. [may] _wanting_.\n\n 36^1. is men.\n\n 36^3. And again.\n\n 38^2. to _for_ do.\n\n 38^4, 44^4. breath.\n\n 44^4. a shilling.\n\n 47^3. But Horsly soon prevented him.\n\n 49^4. if thou.\n\n 53^1. said he.\n\n 53^3. Sir: _corrected by Percy to_ St.\n\n 54^1. hear.\n\n 54^2. [all] _wanting_.\n\n 57^4. unto the.\n\n 59^4. never _wanting_.\n\n 61^2. lieu.\n\n 63^2. shall.\n\n 63^3. hight.\n\n 64^3. they.\n\n 64^4. land.\n\n#c.#\n\n A true Relation, _etc._ The tune is, _etc._\n\n Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson. [1648\u201380. Coles,\n Vere, Wright, and Gilbertson _are found together as early as_\n 1655.]\n\n 4^1. An\u2019t like.\n\n 5^3. lord in all.\n\n 8^2. In place wheresoever.\n\n 8^3. on shore.\n\n 11^3. year.\n\n 13^2. To see.\n\n 14^3. the _wanting_.\n\n 18^1. him _wanting_.\n\n 20^3. ever: knew.\n\n 21^3. with _wanting_.\n\n 21^4. wares.\n\n 23^2. that villain.\n\n 24^1. my Lord he.\n\n 24^4. you little know.\n\n 26^1. for her.\n\n 31^2. to his.\n\n 33, 34 _follow_ 36.\n\n 33^2. streamers.\n\n 34^2. ride _for_ rise.\n\n 35^3. Although.\n\n 36^1. he on.\n\n 36^3. come.\n\n 38^2. do stand.\n\n 39^2. care _for_ scare.\n\n 39^4. fifty.\n\n 41^3. shot it.\n\n 41^4. five _for_ fifty.\n\n 42^4. but yesterday.\n\n 44^4. shilling bred.\n\n 45^1. then swarded he.\n\n 46^2. son: no more.\n\n 47^3. _As in #b#._\n\n 49^2. that thine.\n\n 49^4. a _wanting_.\n\n 53^3. Sir Andrews.\n\n 54^2. them all sore.\n\n 57^3. he _wanting_.\n\n 59^3. are come safely to the shore.\n\n 62^2. half crown.\n\n 63^2. there shalt thou.\n\n 63^3. hight.\n\n 63^4. he hath deserved.\n\n 64^2. to this.\n\n#d#, #e#, #f#.\n\n _Title as in_ #b.# Tune, Come follow my love, etc.\n\n#d.#\n\n Printed by and for W. O[nley], and sold by the Booksellers of\n Pye-corner and London-Bridge. [1650\u20131702.]\n\n#e.#\n\n Printed by and for W. O., and sold by C. Bates at the Sun and\n Bible in Pye-corner.\n\n#f.#\n\n Printed by and for W. O., and sold by the booksellers.\n\n #d# _and_ #e# _are dated in the Museum Catalogue_ 1670; #f.# 1672.\n\n 2^1. a hunting.\n\n 5^1. turning.\n\n 5^2. #d#, #e#. to his.\n\n 6^1. Charles Lord Howard.\n\n 7^1. #d#, #e#. speak, #f.# spoke.\n\n 8^1. Scotch.\n\n 13^2. with good.\n\n 15^4. the _wanting_.\n\n 16^1. #f.# the _wanting_.\n\n 16^2. #f.# no _wanting_.\n\n 16^3. But one: there he.\n\n 18^1. him _wanting_.\n\n 20^1. to him _wanting_.\n\n 20^3. over well.\n\n 20^4. but _wanting_.\n\n 21^1. did sail.\n\n 22^2. doth: _but_ And _means_ if.\n\n 23^1. Lord Howard.\n\n 23^2. but _wanting_.\n\n 23^3. And e\u2019ry.\n\n 24^1. the merchant.\n\n 24^4. you think.\n\n 25^3. pieces of ordnance.\n\n 27^2. stranger.\n\n 28^4. beams.\n\n 29^3. twixt six and seven _wanting_.\n\n 30^1. #d#, #e#. set as. #f.# I set as.\n\n 33, 34 _follow_ 36.\n\n 33^4. I may.\n\n 34^2. did _wanting_.\n\n 34^3. at last.\n\n 34^4. as a foe did.\n\n 36^3. And ere.\n\n 37^2. #e.# By his.\n\n 38^2. how thy word do.\n\n 38^3. shall.\n\n 38^4. #f.# breath.\n\n 40^3. greatly fear.\n\n 43^2. Unto the.\n\n 43^4. For he: feard.\n\n 44^2. #d#, #e#. now stand. #f.# now _wanting_.\n\n 44^4. #d#, #e#. a shilling, #f#. shilling\u2019s breath.\n\n 45^1. swerved.\n\n 45^4. #f.# under his.\n\n 47^3. _As in #b#, #c#._\n\n 48^4. arrows.\n\n 49^2. See thou thy arrows.\n\n 49^4. if thou speedst: make the[e] knight.\n\n 52^4. #f.# with _wanting_.\n\n 53^1. he said.\n\n 53^2. #e.# inwe.\n\n 53^3. Sir Andrews.\n\n 54^2. all full sore.\n\n 56^4. were.\n\n 58^1. unto _for_ then to.\n\n 59^4. never had.\n\n 61^1. #f.# merchant therefore the king he said.\n\n 63^3. hight.\n\n 63^4. #e.# this girle. #f.# this act.\n\n 64^1. #f.# Ninety pound.\n\n#g.#\n\n A true Relation, etc. To the tune of Come follow me, love.\n\n London, Printed for E. W.\n\n _This copy has been considerably corrected, and only a part of the\n variations is given._\n\n 2^2. of _wanting_.\n\n 2^3. mountaines.\n\n 3^2. with swiftest.\n\n 4^1. An\u2019t like.\n\n 5^2. to his.\n\n 5^3. in all my.\n\n 11^4. One _for_ And.\n\n 14^4. shilling.\n\n 16^2. No more then dayes in number three.\n\n 18^1. him _wanting_.\n\n 20^1. said and sighd.\n\n 20^2. a g. m. and a w.\n\n 20^3. over.\n\n 20^4. For I.\n\n 21^3. with _wanting_.\n\n 23^1. Lord Howard.\n\n 23^2. that _for_ the.\n\n 23^3. for one.\n\n 24^1. my Lord, quoth he.\n\n 26^1. beams from her.\n\n 28^4. beames.\n\n 32^4. weight (_that is_, wight) _for_ knight.\n\n 33^2. streamers.\n\n 33^4. I may.\n\n 34^2. ride.\n\n 34^4. he _wanting_.\n\n 35, 36 _wanting._\n\n 38^2. do stand.\n\n 38^4. bred.\n\n 39^4. fifty.\n\n 41^4. five.\n\n 42^4. but yesterday.\n\n 43^1. on one Gordion.\n\n 45^1. then swarmed.\n\n 48^2. this stout.\n\n 49^2. See that thy arrow.\n\n 49^4. if thou: thee knight.\n\n 53^2. stand in no awe.\n\n 53^3. S. Andrew\u2019s.\n\n 54^2. them all full sore.\n\n 55^4. moe.\n\n 56^3. I would forsweare.\n\n 57^4. the king.\n\n 59^2. in this ship with me.\n\n 59^3. to shore.\n\n 59^4. never had.\n\n 60^3. paine.\n\n 63^2. there shalt thou.\n\n 63^4. his title he hath deserved.\n\n 64^2. to this.\n\n 64^4. king his land.\n\n Old Ballads, 1723, _and_ Roxburghe, III, 726, _have_ Iris _for\n the_ Neptune _of_ #B#, _in_ 1^3; Charles Lord Howard _in_ 6^1;\n Ninety pounds _in_ 64^1.\n\n#h.#\n\n _This being a Scottish copy, and the variations also numerous, it\n seems advisable to give the whole text rather than only the\n divergent readings. The transcript may be inferred, from\n passages phonetically misrendered, to have been made from\n recitation or reading, more probably from recitation, since many\n of the differences from the printed copies are of the sort which\n are made by reciters; that is, immaterial expressions are\n imperfectly remembered; and again, 16^2 is adopted from popular\n ballad phraseology, and, as already observed, the stanza\n following 50 is borrowed from_ \u2018Adam Bell.\u2019 _Cases of writing\n sound for sense are_ 4^3, makes us squails _for_ makes us quail;\n 7^3, I quitted all _for_ No whit at all; 48^2, The spirit _for_\n This p\u012drate; 61^3, A nobler day _for_ A noble a day. _Verses of\n 25, 26 have been interchanged. 8, 9^{3,4}, 10^{1,2}, 21, 28, 29,\n 30, 32, 36, 44, 49, 52^{2,3,4}, 53^1 are wanting. 33, 34 are in\n the right order. It is a little surprising that a Scottish copy\n should have_ Sir Andrew Cross _for_ St Andrew\u2019s cross, 53^3.\n #a-d# _have_ Sir Andrews Cross.\n\n 1\n When Febus, with her fragrant flours,\n bedect the earth so trim and gay,\n And Neptan, with his denty shours,\n came to present the month o May,\n\n 2\n King Hendry would a hunting ride,\n and over the river Thames past he,\n Unto a mountain-top also\n he walkd, some pleasures to espy.\n\n 3\n There fortie merchants he espy\u2019d,\n with fiftie sail, come towards him;\n No sooner there they were arrived\n but on their knees they did complain.\n\n 4\n \u2018My lodge,\u2019 said they, \u2018we cannot sail\n to France nor Spain, for to be sure;\n Sir Andrew Barton makes us squails,\n and berubs (?) us of our merchant-wair.\u2019\n\n 5\n The king was grievd and turnd him,\n said to his lords of high degree,\n Is there not a lord in my realm\n can fetch yon traitor unto me?\n\n 6\n Then out bespoke Lord Charles Howard,\n and says, My ludge, with heart and hand,\n If that you\u2019l give me leave, said he,\n I will perform what you command.\n\n 7\n But out bespoke King Hendrie:\n \u2018I fear, my lord, you are too young;\u2019\n \u2018I quitted all, my lodge,\u2019 said he,\n \u2018for I think to prove one valient strong.\u2019\n\n 9^{1,2}\n \u2018A hundred men out of my realm\n shall for this service chosen be,\n 10^{3,4}\n And they, at thy command and will,\n in all affairs, shall wait on thee.\u2019\n\n 11\n The king calld on a gunner then,\n whose age was \u2018bove three score and ten;\n He was the best in that realm,\n and Petter Simon height his name.\n\n [#A# 12]\n \u2018Now Peter,\u2019 said he, \u2018wee\u2019r bound to sea,\n to fetch a traitor with good speed,\n And over a hundred gunners good\n I\u2019ve chosen thee to be the head.\u2019\n\n [#A# 13]\n \u2018My lodge,\u2019 says he, \u2018if he have chosen me\n oer a hundred men to be the head,\n Upon mine mast I hangd shall be,\n if I mess twelve score on a shilling breadth.\u2019\n\n 12\n My lord calld on a bow-man then,\n whose hands and acts had gained fame;\n He was the best in that realm,\n and William Horsley height his name.\n\n 13\n \u2018Now Horsley,\u2019 says he, \u2018wee\u2019r bound to sea,\n to fetch a traitor wi good speed,\n And over a hundred archers good\n I\u2019ve chosen thee to be the head.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018My lord,\u2019 sais he, \u2018if ye hae chosen me\n oer a hundred men to be the head,\n Upon my mast I hangd shall be,\n if I mess twelve score a shilling breadth.\u2019\n\n 15\n Lord Howard he\u2019s gone to the wars,\n wi muckle mirth and merrie cheer;\n He was not curbd with winters cold,\n tho it was the stormy time a year.\n\n 16\n He had not been upon the seas,\n no not a day but only three,\n Till he espy\u2019d Sir Hendry Hunt,\n a merchant of Newcastle he.\n\n 17\n A peice of ordinance was shot,\n which straitly charged him to stand;\n Demanding of him from whence he came,\n and where he was intend to land.\n\n 18\n The merchant he made answer then,\n with a heavy heart and carefull mind,\n \u2018If it please Your Grace, my ship belongs\n unto Newcastle upon Tine.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018Canst thou but show me,\u2019 said the lord,\n \u2019as those did sail by day or night,\n A Scotish rubber on the seas,\n whose name\u2019s Sir Andrew Burton, knight?\u2019\n\n 20\n The merchant sighd, and said, Alas!\n full over well I do him know;\n Good keep you frae his tiranie!\n for I was his prisoner yesterday.\n\n 22\n And muckle debt, God knows, I owe,\n if every man would crave his oun;\n But I am bound for London nou,\n of our gracious king to beg a bon.\n\n 23\n \u2018Wilt you go with me,\u2019 said the lord,\n \u2018and once that villain let me see,\n For every pennie he\u2019s from thee taen\n I double the same wi shillings three.\u2019\n\n 24\n But the merchant sighd, and said, Alas!\n I fear, my lord, your aims you miss;\n Good keep you frae his tiranie!\n for little you ken what a man he is.\n\n 25^1\n For he\u2019s brass within and steel without,\n 26^2\n and his great ship\u2019s mighty hugie high,\n So that neither English nor Portugees\n can pass Sir Andrew Burton by.\n\n 26^1\n And he has beams for his top-castle\n 25^2\n which is both mighty huge and strong;\n He has eighteen peice of ordinance\n he carries on each side along.\n\n 27\n \u2018Bad news thou tells,\u2019 then said the lord,\n \u2018to welcome strangers to the sea;\n But as I have said, I\u2019ll bring him abord,\n or into Scotland he\u2019s carry me.\u2019\n\n 31\n So the merchant set my lord a glass,\n that well appeared in his eye,\n And the morning, as his promise was,\n he did Sir Andrew Burton see.\n\n 33\n \u2018Fetch me my lyon out of hand,\n set up our rose on streamers high;\n Set up likewise a willie wand,\n that merchant like we may pass by.\u2019\n\n 34\n Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass,\n upon an anchor rose so high;\n No topsail at last he did upcast,\n but like a foe did him defie.\n\n 35\n Sir Andrew Barton, seeing him\n thus scornfull-like for to pass by,\n As tho he cared not a pin\n for him and all his company,\n\n 37\n Sir Andrew Barton gave a shott\n which did Lord Howard muckle dear;\n For it came so hotly in at his deck\n killd fifteen of his men a ware.\n\n 38\n My lord calld on o\u2019 Petter Seymore,\n says, See thy words does stand in steed;\n For upon main-mast thou hangd shall be,\n if thou miss twelve score a shilling breed.\n\n 39\n Then Petter Symore gave a shot\n which did Sir Andrew muckle scarr;\n It came so hotly in his deck\n killd fifty of his men a ware.\n\n 40\n Then \u2018Out, alas!\u2019 Sir Andrew cryes,\n \u2018and aye alas, and woe\u2019s me!\n This is some lord, I greatly fear,\n that is set out to conquer me.\u2019\n\n 41\n Then Hendry Hunt, with rigor hot,\n came bravely on the other side;\n He shot so hotly in at his deck\n killd fiftie of his men beside.\n\n 42\n Then \u2018Out, alas!\u2019 Sir Andrew cryes,\n \u2018what can a man now do or say?\n This merchant thief it percies me,\n he was my prisoner yesterday.\u2019\n\n 43\n Sir Andrew calld on Gordon then,\n and bad him to top-castle go\n And strive to let his beems doun fall,\n for he greatly feard an overthrow.\n\n 45\n Then up mass\u2019-tree then climed he,\n that stout and mighty Gordon;\n But Horsley soon prevented him,\n and shot him in at collar-bone.\n\n 46\n Sir Andrew calld his nephew then;\n says, Sisters son I hi n\u00e8 mae;\n A hundred pounds I\u2019ll to thee give\n if thou\u2019l up to top-castle gae.\n\n 47\n Then up mast-tree then climed he,\n from of the deck for to depart;\n But Horsley soon prevented him,\n and deadly peirced him to the heart.\n\n 48\n His men being slain, then up amain\n the spirit proud did climb wi speed;\n Armour of proof he did put on,\n and of arrows dint he had n\u00e8 dread.\n\n 50\n Then up mast-tree then climbed he,\n the spirit proud did climb amain;\n But Horsley hat him upon the breast,\n till his arrow did return again.\n\n \u2018Foul f\u00e0 the hands,\u2019 says Horsley then,\n \u2018this day that did that coat put on!\n For had it been as thin as mine,\n thy last days had been at an end.\u2019\n\n 51\n But Horsley spy\u2019d a private part,\n with a canie hand and secret art,\n And his arrows swiftly flew amain,\n and pierced Sir Andrew to the heart.\n\n 52^1\n \u2018Fight on, fight on, my mirrie men all,\n 53^2\n and of English rogues stand ye n\u00e8 aw;\n But stand fast by Sir Andrew cross\n till that ye hear my whistle bl\u00e0.\u2019\n\n 54\n But they never heard his whistle bl\u00e0,\n which made them mightyly to dread;\n Say Horsley, My lord, we\u2019ll go abord,\n for now I know Sir Andrew\u2019s dead.\n\n 55\n Then boarded they this great ship then,\n with muckle might and a\u2019 their main,\n And in her was eighteen score o Scots alive,\n besides there mony ma\u0113 were slain.\n\n 56\n My lord went where Sir Andrew lay,\n and hastely cut of his head:\n \u2018I\u2019d forsake England this mony a day,\n if thou were alive as thou art dead.\u2019\n\n 57\n So Lord Howard he\u2019s come from the wars,\n with muckle mirth and triumphing,\n And the pirot\u2019s head he brought along,\n for to present unto their king.\n\n 58\n But out bespoke King Hendry,\n before he knew well what was done:\n \u2018Bring here to me that villain strong,\n that I mysell may give the doom.\u2019\n\n 59\n \u2018Ye may be thankf\u00e0,\u2019 said the lord,\n \u2018at what is done, my ludge,\u2019 said he,\n \u2018That we\u2019r returned alive again;\n for ye\u2019d never such an enemy.\n\n 60\n \u2018There\u2019s Hendry Hunt, and Petter Symore,\n and William Horsley, and Petter\u2019s son;\n Therefore reward them for their pain,\n for they did service at their turn.\u2019\n\n 61\n The king he said to Hendry Hunt,\n \u2018For every pennie he\u2019s from the tane,\n A nobler day I\u2019l to thee give,\n and Sir Andrew\u2019s whistle and his chain.\n\n 62\n \u2018A croun a day to Petter Symore,\n and half a croun to Petter\u2019s son;\n And that was for the shots they gave,\n which bravely brought Sir Andrew doun.\n\n 63\n \u2018Horsley, I\u2019l make of thee a knight,\n and in Yorkshire thou shall dwell;\n Lord Howard shall Earl Bewry height,\n for the tittle he deserves full well.\n\n 64\n \u2018Seven rosenobles to our English men,\n which in the feight did stoutly stand,\n And twelve pence a day unto the Scots,\n till they come to my broth_e_r king\u2019s land.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 38^1. on O\u2019. o\u2019 _may mean_ old.\n\n 62 _follows_ 63.\n\n\n\n\n 168\n\n FLODDEN FIELD\n\n From Deloney\u2019s Pleasant History of John Winchcomb, in his younger\n yeares called Jacke of Newberie, etc., London, 1633; reprinted by J.\n O. Halliwell, London, 1859, p. 48.\n\n\nPrinted in Ritson\u2019s Ancient Songs, 1790, p. 115; Evans\u2019s Old Ballads,\n1810, III, 55.\n\nA booke called Jack of Newbery was entered to Thomas Millington, March\n7, 1597: Arber, Stationers\u2019 Registers, III, 81. The edition of 1633, the\nearliest which Mr Halliwell-Phillipps had met with, was the ninth,\npublished by Cuthbert Wright. The author has introduced several pieces\nof verse into his tale, two of them popular ballads, \u2018The Fair Flower of\nNorthumberland\u2019 and this of Flodden, of which Deloney says, \u201cin disgrace\nof the Scots, and in remembrance of the famous atchieved historie, the\ncommons of England made this song, which to this day is not forgotten of\nmany:\u201d p. 47.\n\nKing James has made a vow to be in London on St James\u2019s day. Queen\nMargaret begs him to keep faith with her brother Henry, and reminds him\nthat England is hard to win; for which James says she shall die. Lord\nThomas Howard, the queen\u2019s chamberlain, comes to the defence of his\nmistress, but the king in his rage declares that he shall be hanged and\nshe burned as soon as he comes back. But James never came back; he was\nslain at Bramstone Green with twelve thousand of his men.\n\n1, 2. St James\u2019s day is selected, as being the king\u2019s. King James\u2019s\nletter to King Henry is dated the 26th of July, the day following St\nJames\u2019s day, and the Scottish herald delivered it in France, and\nannounced war to the king of England, in consequence of the\nunsatisfactory answer, on the 12th of August, or shortly before.\n\n3\u20135. Queen Margaret\u2019s remonstrance is historical. James, says Lindsay,\nwould \u201cgive no credence to no counsel, sign nor token that made against\nhis purpose, but refused all godly counsel which was for the weal of his\ncrown and country; neither would he use any counsel of his wise and\nprudent wife, Margaret, queen of Scotland, for no prayer nor\nsupplication that she could make him.... She assured him, if he past in\nEngland at that time, that he would get battle. Yet this wise and loving\ncounsel could not be taken in good part by him, because she was the king\nof England\u2019s sister.\u201d Cronicles, 1814, p. 267 f.\n\n6. The Earl of Surrey, uncle by marriage to Margaret Tudor, had the\ncharge of escorting her to Scotland in 1503, and this is ground enough\nfor the ballad\u2019s making him her chamberlain ten years later.\n\n8. \u201cThis battle was called the Field of Flodden by the Scotsmen and\nBrankston [Bramstone] by the Englishmen, because it was stricken on the\nhills of Flodden beside a town called Brankston; and was stricken the\nninth day of September, 1513.\u201d Lesley, History, 1830, p. 96.\n\n10. Hall says that the English slew \u201ctwelve thousand, at the least, of\nthe best gentlemen and flower of Scotland.\u201d The gazette of the battle\n(Pinkerton\u2019s History, II, 457), Polydore Vergil, and modern Scottish\nhistorians, say ten thousand. Among these were twelve earls, thirteen\nlords, and many other persons of high rank.\n\n12. \u2018Iack with a feather\u2019 is said in contempt of the Scottish king\u2019s\nlevity or foolhardiness. \u201cThen was the body bowelled, embawmed and\ncered:\u201d Hall, p. 564, ed. 1809. \u201cHis body was bowelled, rebowelled, and\nenclosed in lead,\u201d \u201clapped in lead:\u201d Stowe, Chronicle, p. 494 b, ed.\n1631; Survey, Book III, p. 81 a, ed. 1710. Fair Rosamond\u2019s bones, when\nthey were exhumed at Godstow, says Leland, were closed in lead and\nwithin that closed in leather: Dugdale\u2019s Monasticon, ed. 1823, IV, 365,\nNo VIII.\n\nIn the letter sent to Henry VIII in France James included the slaughter\nof Andrew Barton among the unredressed grievances of which he had to\ncomplain. A few days before the battle of Flodden, Lord Thomas Howard,\nthen admiral, used the occasion of his father\u2019s dispatching a herald to\nthe King of Scots to say that \u201cinasmuch as the said king had divers and\nmany times caused the said lord to be called at days of true to make\nredress for Andrew Barton, a pirate of the sea long before that\nvanquished by the same Lord Admiral, he was now come, in his own proper\nperson, to be in the vanguard of the field, to justify the death of the\nsaid Andrew against him and all his people, and would see what could be\nlaid to his charge the said day:\u201d Hall\u2019s Chronicle, ed. 1809, p. 558.\n\nThere is a slight resemblance in one or two particulars, such as might\nbe expected from similarity of circumstances, between this ballad and\n\u2018Durham Field.\u2019 In the latter the King of Scots swears that he will hold\nhis parliament in leeve London, st. 6. A squire warns him that there are\nbold yeomen in England; the king is angry, draws his sword, and kills\nthe squire, 7\u20139. In \u2018Scotish Ffeilde,\u2019 Percy Folio, Hales and Furnivall,\nI, 217,[217] the French king says there is nothing left in England save\nmillers and mass-priests, v. 109; and in the poem on Flodden, reprinted\nby Weber, and recently by Federer,[218] Lord Home makes this same\nassertion, Weber, p. 10, 187\u201392; Federer, p. 8, sts 46, 47. Cf. \u2018Durham\nField,\u2019 p. 282.\n\nThe forged manuscript formerly in the possession of J. Payne Collier,\ncontaining thirty ballads alleged to be of the early part of the\nseventeenth century, has for the second piece in the volume a transcript\nof this ballad, with variations.\n\nThe battle of Flodden called out a great deal of verse. The most notable\npieces are two already referred to, and a third which will be given here\nin an appendix; the less important will be found in Weber\u2019s volume.\n\n\n 1\n King Jamie hath made a vow,\n Keepe it well if he may!\n That he will be at lovely London\n Upon Saint James his day.\n\n 2\n \u2018Upon Saint James his day at noone,\n At faire London will I be,\n And all the lords in merrie Scotland,\n They shall dine there with me.\u2019\n\n 3\n Then bespake good Queene Margaret,\n The teares fell from her eye:\n \u2018Leave off these warres, most noble king,\n Keepe your fidelitie.\n\n 4\n \u2018The water runnes swift and wondrous deepe,\n From bottome unto the brimme;\n My brother Henry hath men good enough;\n England is hard to winne.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018Away,\u2019 quoth he, \u2018with this silly foole!\n In prison fast let her lie:\n For she is come of the English bloud,\n And for these words she shall dye.\u2019\n\n 6\n With that bespake Lord Thomas Howard,\n The queenes chamberlaine that day:\n \u2018If that you put Queene Margaret to death,\n Scotland shall rue it alway.\u2019\n\n 7\n Then in a rage King Jamie did say,\n \u2018Away with this foolish mome!\n He shall be hanged, and the other be burned,\n So soone as I come home.\u2019\n\n 8\n At Flodden Field the Scots came in,\n Which made our English men faine;\n At Bramstone Greene this battaile was seene,\n There was King Jamie slaine.\n\n 9\n Then presently the Scots did flie,\n Their cannons they left behind;\n Their ensignes gay were won all away,\n Our souldiers did beate them blinde.\n\n 10\n To tell you plaine, twelve thousand were slaine\n That to the fight did stand,\n And many prisoners tooke that day,\n The best in all Scotland.\n\n 11\n That day made many [a] fatherlesse child,\n And many a widow poore,\n And many a Scottish gay lady\n Sate weeping in her bower.\n\n 12\n Jack with a feather was lapt all in leather,\n His boastings were all in vaine;\n He had such a chance, with a new morrice-dance,\n He never went home againe.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 3^1. he spake.\n\n _The copy followed by Ritson puts st. 11 after 5. The principal\n variations of the Collier copy may be given, though they are\n without authority or merit._\n\n _After 2_:\n March out, march out, my merry men,\n Of hie or low degree;\n I\u2019le weare the crowne in London towne,\n And that you soone shall see.\n\n 4^4. To venture life and limme.\n\n Then doe not goe from faire Scotland,\n But stay thy realm within;\n Your power, I weene, is all to weake,\n And England hard to winne.\n\n 5^1. this sillie mome.\n\n 7^2. this other mome.\n\n _After 8_:\n His bodie never could be found,\n When he was over throwne,\n And he that wore faire Scotlands crowne\n That day could not be knowne.\n\n _For 12, to adapt the piece to the seventeenth century_:\n Now heaven we laude that never more\n Such tiding shall come to hand;\n Our king, by othe, is king of both\n England and faire Scotland.\n\n\n APPENDIX\n\n FLODDEN FIELD\n\n #a.# \u2018Flodden Ffeilde,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 117; Hales and Furnivall, I,\n 313. #b.# Harleian MS. 293, fol. 55. #c.# Harleian MS. 367, fol.\n 120.\n\n\nA text made from #b# and #c# is printed by Weber, Flodden Field, p. 366,\nand by R. H. Evans, Old Ballads, 1810, III, 58. #b#, #c# lack all that\nfollows 102 except 103, with which all three copies alike end. This\nstanza makes a natural conclusion to the vindication of Lancashire,\nCheshire and the Earl of Derby, and what intervenes in #a#, after 102,\nseems to be an interpolation. Nevertheless I have preferred to give the\nPercy text (though the others are not inferior to it, and possess the\nunity which has to be brought about in this case by transferring the\nlast stanza), on account of the pleasing story How Rowland Egerton came\nto the lordship of Ridley, 107\u2013119, which would make no bad ballad by\nitself.\n\nAt the battle of Flodden, the right wing of the van, commanded by Sir\nEdmund Howard, the third son of the Earl of Surrey, was routed by the\nScots under Lord Home, Chamberlain of Scotland, and the Earl of Huntly.\n\u201cEdmund Howard had with him a thousand Cheshire men, and five hundred\nLancashire men, and many gentlemen of Yorkshire, on the right wing of\nthe lord Howard; and the Lord Chamberlain of Scotland, with many lords,\ndid set on him, and the Cheshire and Lancashire men never abode stroke,\nand few of the gentlemen of Yorkshire abode, but fled.... And the said\nEdmund Howard was thrice felled, and to his relief the lord Dacre came,\nwith fifteen hundred men.\u201d[219] On the other hand, the Cheshire and\nLancashire men of the extreme left, under command of Sir Edward Stanley,\ndiscomfited the Scottish division of Lennox and Argyle. King Henry\nreceived the news of the victory while he was lying before Tournay, \u201cand\nhighly praised the Earl, and the Lord Admiral and his son, and all the\ngentlemen and commons that were at that valiant enterprise; howbeit, the\nking had a secret letter that the Cheshire men fled from Sir Edmund\nHoward, which letter caused great heart-burning and many words; but the\nking thankfully accepted all thing, and would no man to be\ndispraised.\u201d[220]\n\nThis poem, a history in the ballad style, was composed to vindicate the\nbehavior of Lancashire and Cheshire at Flodden, and to glorify the\nStanleys;[221] in the accomplishment of which objects it becomes\nincumbent upon the minstrel to expose the malice of the Earl of Surrey,\nto whom he imputes the \u201cwrong writing\u201d which caused such heart-burning.\n\nThe Earl of Surrey sends a letter by a herald to King Henry, then at\nTournay. The king asks the news before he breaks the seal, and who\nfought and who fled. The herald answers that King James is slain, and\nthat Lancashire and Cheshire fled; no man of the Earl of Derby\u2019s durst\nface the foe. The king opens the letter, which confirms the herald\u2019s\nreport, and calls for the Earl of Derby. Sir Ralph Egerton suggests that\nif Lancashire and Cheshire fled, it must have been because they had a\nHoward, and not a Stanley, for their captain. The Earl of Derby comes\nbefore the king, and says the same; let him have Lancashire and\nCheshire, and he will burn up all Scotland and conquer to Paris gate.\nThe king says cowards will fight to retrieve what they have lost. We\nwere never cowards, rejoins Derby; who brought in your father at Milford\nHaven? (It was not precisely the Stanleys.) The king turns away; the\nDuke of Buckingham is ready to lay his life that all this comes from a\nfalse writing of the Earl of Surrey.[222] Derby is not to be comforted,\nand breaks out in farewells to all his kith and kin, Edward Stanley,\nJohn Stanley, and many more; they must be slain, for they never would\nflee. The Earl of Shrewsbury bids him take heart; Derby goes on with\nfarewells to Lancaster, Latham, and all familiar places. In the midst of\nhis exclamations, James Garsed, \u201cLong Jamie,\u201d a yeoman of the guard,\ncomes flying to the Earl of Derby for protection: he had killed two men,\nand wounded three. Derby\u2019s intercession can do only harm now, but he\nwill ask friends to speak for Jamie. A messenger arrives from the king\nordering Long Jamie to be delivered up; he is to be hanged. Buckingham\ntakes Jamie by one arm and Shrewsbury takes him by the other, and with\nDerby in front and many gentlemen following, they go to the king.\nWelcome, dukes and earls, says the king, but most welcome of all our\ntraitor, Long Jamie! Jamie, how durst thou show thyself in our presence\nafter slaying thy brethren? Jamie explains that his fellows had called\nhim coward, and bidden him flee to that coward the Earl of Derby. The\nEarl of Derby had befriended him when he was little and maintained him\ntill he was able to shoot. Then one day a Scottish minstrel brought King\nHenry a bow which none of his guard could bend. Jamie shot seven times\nwith it, and the eighth time broke it; then told the Scot to pick up the\npieces and take them to his king; upon which Henry had made him yeoman\nof the guard, thanks to His Grace and to the Earl of Derby who had\nbrought him up. And now, to have the earl taunted, to be false to the\nman who had been true to him\u2014he had rather die. Stand up, Jamie, says\nthe King; have here my charter; but let there be no more fighting while\nyou are in France. Then you must grant me one thing, says Jamie\u2014that he\nthat abuses Lancashire or Cheshire shall die; and the king commands\nproclamation to be made that any man abusing Lancashire or Cheshire\nshall have his judgment on the next tree. The next morning comes a\nmessenger from the queen wishing the king joy, for his brother-in-law,\nKing Jamie, is slain. Henry asks again, Who fought and who fled?\n\u201cLancashire and Cheshire have done the deed,\u201d is the reply; \u201chad not the\nEarl of Derby been true to thee, England had been in great hazard.\u201d The\nking on the moment promotes Edward and John Stanley and \u2018Rowland\u2019\nEgerton, who had fought with Edward. Buckingham runs for Derby, and the\nking welcomes the earl, and returns to him all that he had taken from\nhim. But one thing grieveth me still, says Derby\u2014to have been called\ncoward yesterday. \u201cIt was a wrong writing that came from the Earl of\nSurrey,\u201d says the king, \u201cbut I shall teach him to know his prince.\u201d\nDerby asks no more than to be judge over Surrey, and the king makes him\nso; as he says, so it shall be. \u201cThen his life is saved,\u201d says the earl;\n\u201cif my uncle slew his father\u201d (but, as before said, there was no\noccasion for uneasiness on that score), \u201che would have taken vengeance\non me.\u201d And so the glory is all shifted to Derby, and nothing remains\nfor Surrey.\n\nThe minstrel goes on to speak of the surrender of Tournay, and then of\nan essay of the king\u2019s to reward an Egerton for good service done.[223]\nEgerton would be glad to have his reward in Cheshire. The king has\nnothing there to give but five mills at Chester; Egerton does not wish\nto be called a miller. The king offers the forest of Snowdon; Egerton,\nalways kneeling on his knee, does not wish to be called a ranger.\nNothing will please thee, Egerton, says the king; but Egerton asks for\nRidley in Cheshire, and gets it.\n\nThe last twelve verses profess to enumerate Henry Eighth\u2019s victories in\nFrance: \u2018Hans and Gynye\u2019 (neither of which I recognize, unless Gynye\nstands for Guinegatte, the Battle of the Spurs), Tournay and Th\u00e9rouanne,\nthese in the campaign of 1513, and Boulogne and Montreuil[224] during\nthe invasion of 1544.\n\n\n 1\n Now let vss talke of [the] Mount of Flodden,\n Fforsooth such is our chance,\n And let vs tell what tydings the Ear[l]e of Surrey\n Sent to o_u_r k_ing_ into France.\n\n 2\n The earle he hath a writting made,\n And sealed it w_i_th his owne hand;\n From the Newcastle vpon Tine\n The herald passed from the land.\n\n 3\n And after to Callice hee arriued,\n Like a noble leed of high degree,\n And then to Turwin soone he hyed,\n There he thought to haue found K_ing_ Henery.\n\n 4\n But there the walls were beaten downe,\n And our English soldiers therin laine;\n Sith to Turnay the way hee nume,\n Wheras lay the emperour of Almaine,\n And there he found the k_ing_ of England,\n Blessed Iesus, p_re_serve _tha_t name!\n\n 5\n When the herald came before o_u_r k_ing_,\n Lowlye he fell downe on his knee,\n And said, Christ, christen k_ing_, _tha_t on the cross dyed,\n Noble K_ing_ Henery, this day thy speed may bee!\n\n 6\n The first word _tha_t the prince did minge,\n Said, Welcome, herald, out of England, to me!\n How fares my leeds? how fares my lords?\n My knights, my esq_uie_rs, in their degree?\n\n 7\n \u2018Heere greeteth you well yo_u_r owne leae_tena_nt,\n The Honorable Erle of Surrey;\n He bidds you in Ffrance to venter yo_u_r chance,\n For slaine is yo_u_r brother, K_ing_ Iamye,\n And att louelie London you shall him finde,\n My comelye prince, in the p_re_sence of thee.\u2019\n\n 8\n Then bespake our comlye king,\n Said, Who did fight and who did flee?\n And who bore him best of the Mount of Fflodden?\n And who was false, and who was true to me?\n\n 9\n \u2018Lancashire and Cheshire,\u2019 sayd the messenger,\n \u2018Cleane they be fled and gone;\n There was nere a man that longd to the Er_le_ of Darby\n _Tha_t durst looke his enemyes vpon.\u2019\n\n 10\n S[t]ill in a study stood o_u_r noble k_ing_,\n And tooke the writting in his hand;\n Shortlye the seale he did vnclose,\n And readilye he read as he found.\n\n 11\n Then bespake our comlye k_ing_,\n And called vpon his chiualree,\n And said, Who will feitch me the K_ing_ of Man,\n The Honno_ra_bl_e_ Thomas Erle of Darbye?\n\n 12\n He may take Lancashire and Cheshire,\n _Tha_t he hath called the cheefe of chiualree;\n Now falsely are they fled and gone,\n Neuer a one of them is true to mee!\n\n 13\n Then bespake S_i_r Raphe Egerton, the k_night_,\n And lowlye kneeled vpon his knee,\n And said, My soueraigne lo_rd_, K_ing_ Henery,\n If it like yo_u_r Grace to pardon mee,\n\n 14\n If Lancashire and Cheshire be fled and gone,\n Of those tydings wee may be vnfaine;\n But I dare lay my life and lande\n It was for want of their capt_aine_.\n\n 15\n For if the Erle of Derby our capt_aine_ had beene,\n And vs to lead in our arraye,\n Then noe Lancashire man nor Cheshire\n _Tha_t euer wold haue fled awaye.\n\n 16\n \u2018Soe it prooued well,\u2019 said our noble k_ing_,\n \u2018By him _tha_t deerlye dyed vpon a tree!\n Now when wee had the most neede,\n Falslye they serued then to mee.\u2019\n\n 17\n Then spake W_illia_m Brewerton, k_night_,\n And lowlye kneeled his prince before,\n And sayd, My soueraigne k_ing_, Henery the Eighth,\n If yo_u_r Grace sett by vs soe little store,\n\n 18\n Wheresoeuer you come in any feild to fight,\n Set the Earle of Darby and vs before;\n Then shall you see wether wee fight or flee,\n Trew or false whether we be borne.\n\n 19\n Compton rowned w_i_th our k_ing_,\n And said, Goe wee and leaue the cowards right;\n \u2018Heere is my gloue to thee,\u2019 q_uo_th Egerton,\n \u2018Compton, if thou be a k_nigh_t.\n\n 20\n \u2018Take my gloue, and w_i_th me fight,\n Man to man, if thou wilt turne againe;\n For if our prince were not p_re_sent right,\n The one of vs two shold be slaine,\n\n 21\n \u2018And neu_er_ foote beside the ground gone\n Vntill the one dead shold bee.\u2019\n Our prince was moued theratt anon,\n And returned him right teenouslye.\n\n 22\n And to him came on the other hand\n The Honno_ra_ble Erle of Darbye;\n And when he before our prince came,\n He lowlye kneeled vpon his knee,\n\n 23\n And said, Iesu Christ, _tha_t on the crosse dyed,\n This day, noble Henery, thy speed may bee!\n The first word _tha_t the k_ing_ did speake,\n Sayd, Welcome, K_ing_ of Man and Erle of Darbye!\n\n 24\n How likest thou Cheshire and Lancashire both,\n W_hi_ch were counted cheefe of chiualree?\n Falslye are they fled and gone,\n And neu_er_ a one is trew to mee.\n\n 25\n \u2018If _tha_t be soe,\u2019 said the erle free,\n \u2018My leege, therof I am not faine;\n My comlye prince, rebuke not mee,\n I was not there to be there capt_aine_.\n\n 26\n \u2018If I had beene their capt_aine_,\u2019 the erle said then,\n \u2018I durst haue layd both liffe and land\n He neu_er_ came out of Lancashire nor Cheshire\n That wold haue fledd beside the ground.\n\n 27\n \u2018But if it like yo_u_r noble Grace\n A litle boone to grant itt mee,\n Lett me haue Lancashire and Cheshire both,\n I desire noe more helpe trulye;\n\n 28\n \u2018If I ffayle to burne vp all Scottland,\n Take me and hang me vpon a tree!\n I, I shall conquer to Paris gate,\n Both comlye castles and towers hye.\n\n 29\n \u2018Wheras the walls beene soe stronge,\n Lancashire and Cheshire shall beate them downe.\u2019\n \u2018By my fathers soule,\u2019 sayd our k_ing_,\n \u2018And by him _tha_t dyed on the roode,\n\n 30\n \u2018Thou shalt neu_er_ haue Lancashire nor Cheshire right\n Att thy owne obedyence for to bee!\n Cowards in a feild felly will fight\n Againe to win the victorye.\u2019\n\n 31\n \u2018Wee were neu_er_ cowards,\u2019 said the erle,\n \u2018By him _tha_t deerlye dyed on tree!\n Who brought in yo_u_r father att Milford Hauen?\n K_ing_ Henery the Seuenth forsooth was hee.\n\n 32\n \u2018Thorow the towne of Fortune wee did him bring,\n And soe convayd him to Shrewsburye,\n And soe crowned him a noble k_ing_;\n And Rich_ard_ _tha_t day wee deemed to dye.\u2019\n\n 33\n Our prince was greatlye moued at _tha_t worde,\n And returned him hastilye againe;\n To comfort the erle came on the other hande\n The doughtye Edward, Duk of Buckingam.\n\n 34\n \u2018Plucke vp thy hart, brother Stanlye,\n And lett nothing greeiue thee!\n For I dare lay my liffe to wedd\n It is a false writing of the Erle of Surrey.\n\n 35\n \u2018Sith K_ing_ Rich_ard_ felle, he neu_er_ loued thee,\n For thy vnckle slue his father deere,\n And deerlye deemed him to dye;\n S_i_r _Christ_opher Savage his standard away did beare.\u2019\n\n 36\n \u2018Alas, brother,\u2019 sayd the Erle of Darbye,\n \u2018Woe be the time _tha_t I was made k_nigh_t,\n Or were ruler of any lande,\n Or euer had manhood in feild to fight!\n\n 37\n \u2018Soe bold men in battle as were they,\n Forsooth had neither lo_rd_ nor swaine;\n Ffarwell my vnckle, S_i_r Ed_ward_ Stanley!\n For well I wott _tha_t thou art slaine.\n\n 38\n \u2018Surelye whiles thy liffe wold last\n Thou woldest neu_er_ shrinke beside the plaine;\n Nor Iohn Stanley, _tha_t child soe younge;\n Well I wott _tha_t thou art slaine.\n\n 39\n \u2018Ffarwell Kighlye! coward was thou neu_er_;\n Old S_i_r Henery, the good k_nigh_t,\n I left the[e] ruler of Latham,\n To be [my] deputye both day and night.\n\n 40\n \u2018Ffarwell Townlye, _tha_t was soe true!\n And _tha_t noble Ashton of Middelton!\n And the sad Southwarke, _tha_t eu_er_ was sure!\n For well I wott _tha_t thou art gone.\n\n 41\n \u2018Farwell Ashton vnde[r] Line!\n And manlye Mullenax! for thou art slaine;\n For doubtlesse while yo_u_r liues wold last\n You wold never shun beside the plaine.\n\n 42\n \u2018Ffarwell Adderton w_i_th the leaden mall!\n Well I know thow art deemed to dye;\n I may take my leaue att you all;\n The flower of manhoode is gone from mee.\n\n 43\n \u2018Ffarwell S_i_r John Booth of Barton, k_nigh_t!\n Well I know _tha_t thou art slaine;\n While thy liffe wold last to fight,\n Thou wold neu_er_ be-sids the plaine.\n\n 44\n \u2018Ffarwell Butler, and S_i_r Bode!\n Sure you haue beene eu_er_ to mee;\n And soe I know _tha_t [still] you wold,\n If _tha_t vnslaine you bee.\n\n 45\n \u2018Ffarwell _Christ_opher Savage, the wighte!\n Well I know _tha_t thou art slaine;\n For whiles thy life wold last to fight,\n Thou wold neuer besids the plaine.\n\n 46\n \u2018Ffarwell Dutton, and S_i_r Dane!\n You haue beene eu_er_ trew to mee;\n Ffarwell the Baron of Kinderton!\n Beside the feild thou wold not flee.\n\n 47\n \u2018Ffarwell Ffitton of Gawsworth!\n Either thou art taken or slaine;\n Doubtelesse while thy life wold last,\n Thou wold neuer beside the plaine.\u2019\n\n 48\n As they stood talkinge together there,\n The duke and the erle trulye,\n Came ffor to comfort him th[e] trew Talbott,\n And the noble Erle of Shrewsburye.\n\n 49\n \u2018Plucke vp thy hart, sonne Tho_mas_, and be merry,\n And let noe tydings greeve thee!\n Am not I godfather to our k_ing_?\n My owne god-sonne forsooth is hee.\u2019\n\n 50\n He tooke the Duke of Buckingam by the arme,\n And the Erle of Sh[r]ewsburye by the other:\n \u2018To p_ar_t w_i_th you it is my harme;\n Farwell, my father and my brother!\n\n 51\n \u2018Farwell Lancaster, _tha_t litle towne!\n Farwell now for euer and aye!\n Many pore men may pray for my soule\n When they lye weeping in the lane.\n\n 52\n \u2018Ffarwell Latham, _tha_t bright bower!\n Nine towers thou beares on hye,\n And other nine thou beares on the outer walls;\n W_i_thin thee may be lodged k_ing_s three.\n\n 53\n \u2018Ffarwell Knowsley, _tha_t litle tower\n Vnderneth the holtes soe hore!\n Eu_er_ when I thinke on _tha_t bright bower,\n Wite me not though my hart be sore.\n\n 54\n \u2018Ffarwell Tocstaffe, _tha_t trustye _par_ke,\n And the fayre riuer _tha_t runes there beside,\n There I was wont to chase the hinde and hart!\n Now therin will I neu_er_ abide.\n\n 55\n \u2018Ffarwell bold Birkhead! there was I boorne,\n Within the abbey and that monesterye;\n The sweet covent for mee may mourne;\n I gaue to you the tythe of Beeston, trulye.\n\n 56\n \u2018Ffarwell Westchester for eu_er_more!\n And the Watter Gate! it is my owne;\n I gaue a mace _for_ the serieant to weare,\n To waite on the maior, as it is knowne.\n\n 57\n \u2018Will I neu_er_ come _tha_t citye w_i_thin;\n But, sonne Edw_ard_, thou may clayme it of right:\n Ffarwell Westhardin! I may thee [call] myn,\n K_nigh_t and lord I was of great might.\n\n 58\n \u2018Sweete sonne Edw_ard_, white bookes thou make,\n And eu_er_ haue pittye on the pore cominaltye!\n Ffarwell Hope and Hopedale!\n Mould and Moulesdale, God be w_i_th thee!\n I may take leaue with a sorry cheere,\n For w_i_thin thee will I neuer bee.\u2019\n\n 59\n As they stoode talking together there,\n The duke and the lords trulye,\n Came Iamie Garsed, a yeman of the guard,\n _Tha_t had beene brought vp w_i_th the Erle of Derbye;\n Like the devill w_i_th his fellowes he had fared,\n He s[t]icked two, and wounded three.\n\n 60\n After, w_i_th his sword drawen in his hand,\n He fled to the noble Earle of Derbye:\n \u2018Stand vp, Iamye!\u2019 the erle said,\n \u2018These tydings nothing liketh mee.\n\n 61\n \u2018I haue seene the day I cold haue saued thee,\n Such thirty men if thou hads slaine,\n And now if I shold speake for thee,\n Sure thow weret to be slaine.\n\n 62\n \u2018I will once desire my bretheren eche one\n _Tha_t they will speake for thee.\u2019\n He prayd the Duke of Buckingam,\n And alsoe the Erle of Shrewsburye,\n\n 63\n Alsoe my lo_rd_ Fitzwater soe wise,\n And the good Lo_rd_ Willowbye,\n S_i_r Rice Ap Thomas, a k_nigh_t of price;\n They all spoke for Long Iamye.\n\n 64\n They had not stayd but a litle while there,\n The duke and the erles in their talkinge,\n But straight to the erle came a messenger,\n _Tha_t came latelye from the k_ing_,\n\n 65\n And bad _tha_t Long Iamie shold be sent;\n There shold neither be grith nor grace,\n But on a boughe he shold be hanged,\n In middest the feild, before the erles face.\n\n 66\n \u2018If _tha_t be soe,\u2019 said the Erle of Derbye,\n \u2018I trust our prince will better bee;\n Such tydings maketh my hart full heavye\n Afore his Grace when _tha_t wee bee.\u2019\n\n 67\n The Duke of Buckingam tooke Iamie by the one arme,\n And the Erle of Shrewsburye by the other;\n Afore them they put the K_ing_ of Man,\n It was the Erle of Darbye and noe other.\n\n 68\n The lo_rd_ Fitzwater followed fast,\n And soe did the lo_rd_ Willowbyghe;\n The comfortable Cobham mad great hast;\n All went w_i_th the noble Erle of Derbye.\n\n 69\n The hind Hassall hoved on fast,\n W_i_th the lusty Lealand trulye;\n Soe did S_i_r Alex_ander_ Osbaston,\n Came in w_i_th the Erle of Derbye.\n\n 70\n The royall Ratcliffe, _tha_t rude was neu_er_,\n And the trustye Trafford, keene to trye,\n And wight Warburton, out of Cheshire,\n All came w_i_th the Erle of Darbye.\n\n 71\n S_i_r Rice ap Thomas, a k_nigh_t of Wales,\n Came w_i_th a feirce menye;\n He bent his bowes on the bent to abyde,\n And cleane vnsett the gallow-tree.\n\n 72\n When they came afore our k_ing_,\n Lowlye they kneeled vpon their knees;\n The first word _tha_t our prince did myn,\n \u2018Welcome, dukes and erles, to mee!\n\n 73\n \u2018The most welcome hither of all\n Is our owne traitor, Long Iamie:\n Iamie, how durst thou be soe bold\n As in our p_re_sence for to bee?\n\n 74\n \u2018To slay thy bretheren w_i_thin their hold!\n Thou was sworne to them, and they to thee.\u2019\n Then began Long Iamie to speake bold:\n \u2018My leege, if it please yo_u_r Grace to pardon mee,\n\n 75\n \u2018When I was to my supp_er_ sett,\n They called me coward to my face,\n And of their talking they wold not lett,\n And thus w_i_th them I vpbrayded was.\n\n 76\n \u2018The bade me flee from them apace\n To _tha_t coward the Erle of Derbye!\n When I was litle, and had small grace,\n He was my helpe and succour trulye.\n\n 77\n \u2018He tooke [me] from my father deere,\n And keeped me w_i_thin his woone\n Till I was able of my selfe\n Both to shoote and picke the stone.\n\n 78\n \u2018Then after, vnder Grenwich, vpon a day\n A Scottish minstrell came to thee,\n And brought a bow of yew to drawe,\n And all the guard might not stirr _tha_t tree.\n\n 79\n \u2018Then the bow was giuen to the Erle of Derbye,\n And the erle deliuered it to mee;\n Seven shoots before yo_u_r face I shott,\n And att the eighth in sunder it did flee.\n\n 80\n \u2018Then I bad the Scott bow downe his face,\n And gather vp the bow, and bring it to his k_ing_;\n Then it liked yo_u_r noble Grace\n Into yo_u_r guard for me to bring.\n\n 81\n \u2018Sithen I haue liued a merry liffe,\n I thanke yo_u_r Grace and the Erle of Darbye;\n But to haue the erle rebuked thus,\n _Tha_t my bringer-vp forsooth was hee,\n\n 82\n \u2018I had rather suffer death,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Then be false to the erle _tha_t was true to me.\u2019\n \u2018Stand vp Iamie!\u2019 said our k_ing_,\n \u2018Haue heere my charter, I giue it thee.\n\n 83\n \u2018Let me haue noe more fighting of thee\n Whilest thou art w_i_thin Ffrance lande.\u2019\n \u2018Then one thing you must grant,\u2019 said Iamie,\n \u2018_Tha_t yo_u_r word theron may stand:\n\n 84\n \u2018Whosoe rebuketh Lancashire or Chesshire\n Shortlye shall be deemed to dye.\u2019\n Our k_ing_ comanded a cry i-wis\n To be p_ro_claimed hastilye.\n\n 85\n \u2018If the dukes and erles kneele on their knees,\n Itt getteth on sturr the comonaltye;\n If wee be vpbrayded thus,\n Manye a man is like to dye.\u2019\n The k_ing_ said, He _tha_t rebuket Lancashire or Cheshire\n Shall haue his iudgment on the next tree.\n\n 86\n Then soe they were in rest\n For the space of a night, as I weene,\n And on the other day, w_i_thout leasinge,\n There came a messenger from the q_ueene_.\n\n 87\n And when he came before our k_ing_,\n Lowlye he kneeled vpon his knee,\n And said, Chr[i]st thee saue, our noble k_ing_,\n And thy speed this day may bee!\n Heere greeteth thee well thy loue and liking,\n And our honorable q_ueene_ and ladye,\n\n 88\n And biddeth you in Ffrance to be glad,\n For slaine is yo_u_r brother-in-law K_ing_ Iamie,\n And att louelye London he shalbe found,\n My comlye prince, in the p_re_sence of thee.\n\n 89\n Then bespake our comlye prince,\n Saiinge, Who did fight and who did flee?\n And who bare them best of the Mount of Fflodden?\n And who is false, and who is true to mee?\n\n 90\n \u2018Lancashire and Cheshire,\u2019 said the messenger,\n \u2018They haue done the deed w_i_th their hand;\n Had not the Erle of Derbye beene to thee true,\n In great aduenture had beene all England.\u2019\n\n 91\n Then bespake our prince on hye,\n \u2018S_i_r Raphe Egertton, my marshall I make thee;\n S_i_r Edward Stanley, thou shalt be a lo_rd_,\n Lord Mounteagle thou shalt bee.\n\n 92\n \u2018Yonge Iohn Stanley shalbe a k_nigh_t,\n And he is well worthy for to bee.\u2019\n The Duke of Buckingham the tydings hard,\n And shortlye ran to the Erle of Darbye:\n\n 93\n \u2018Brother, plucke vp thy hart and be merrye,\n And let noe tydings greeve thee!\n Yesterday, thy men called cowerds were,\n And this day they haue woone the victorye.\u2019\n\n 94\n The duke tooke the erle by the arme,\n And thus they ledden to the prince [trulye].\n Seven roods of ground the k_ing_ he came,\n And sayd, \u2018Welcome, K_ing_ of Man and Erle of Derbye!\n The thing _tha_t I haue taken from thee,\n I geeve it to thee againe whollye.\n\n 95\n \u2018The manrydden of Lancashire and Cheshire both,\n Att thy bidding euer to bee;\n Ffor those men beene true, Thomas, indeed;\n They beene trew both to thee and mee.\u2019\n\n 96\n \u2018Yett one thing greeveth me,\u2019 said the erle,\n \u2018And in my hart maketh me heavye,\n This day to heare the wan the feild,\n And yesterday cowards to bee.\u2019\n\n 97\n \u2018It was a wronge wryting,\u2019 sayd our k_ing_,\n \u2018_Tha_t came ffrom the Erle of Surrey;\n But I shall him teach his prince to know,\n If euer wee come in our countrye.\u2019\n\n 98\n \u2018I aske noe more,\u2019 sayd the noble erle,\n \u2018Ffor all _tha_t my men haue done trulye,\n But _tha_t I may be iudge my selfe\n Of _tha_t noble Erle of Surreye.\u2019\n\n 99\n \u2018Stand vp, Thomas!\u2019 sayd our prince,\n \u2018Lord Marshall I make thee,\n And thou shalt be iudge thy selfe,\n And as thou saiest, soe shall it bee.\u2019\n\n 100\n \u2018Then is his liffe saued,\u2019 sayd the erle,\n \u2018I thanke Iesu and yo_u_r Grace trulye;\n If my vnckle slew his father deere,\n He wold haue venged him on mee.\u2019\n\n 101\n \u2018Thou art verry patient,\u2019 sayd our k_ing_;\n \u2018The Holy Ghost remaines, I thinke, in thee;\n On the south side of Turnay thou shalt stande,\n W_i_th my godfather the Erle of Shrewsburye.\u2019\n\n 102\n And soe to _tha_t seege forth the went,\n The noble Shrewsburye and the Erle of Derbye,\n And the laid seege vnto the walls,\n And wan the towne in dayes three.\n\n 103\n Thus was Lancashire and Cheshire rebuked\n Thorow the pollicye of the Erle of Surrey.\n Now God, _tha_t was in Bethlem borne,\n And for vs dyed vpon a tree,\n Saue o_u_r noble prince _tha_t wereth the crowne,\n And haue mercy on the Erles soule of Derbye!\n\n \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7\n\n 104\n And then bespake o_u_r noble k_ing_,\n These were the words said hee;\n Sayes, Come, Alex_ander_ Ratcliffe, k_nigh_t,\n Come hither now vnto mee,\n Ffor them shalt goe on the south side of Tournay,\n And w_i_th thee thou shalt haue thousands three.\n\n 105\n Then forth is gone Alex_ander_ Ratcliffe, k_nigh_t;\n W_i_th him he leads men thousand three;\n But or ere three dayes were come to an end,\n The Ffrenchmen away did flee.\n\n 106\n Then K_ing_ Henery planted three hundred Englishmen\n _Tha_t in the citye shold abyde and bee:\n Alex_ander_ Rat_cliffe_, he wold haue mad him gou_er_no_u_r there,\n But he forsooke it certainelye,\n And made great intreatye to our k_ing_\n _Tha_t he might come into England in his compa[n]ye.\n\n \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7\n\n 107\n And then bespake noble K_ing_ Henery,\n And these were the words said hee:\n Sayes, Come hither, Row_land_ Egerton, k_nigh_t,\n And come thou hither vnto mee;\n\n 108\n For the good service _tha_t thou hast done,\n Well rewarded shalt thou bee.\n Then forth came Row_land_ Egerton,\n And kneeled downe vpon his knee.\n\n 109\n Saies, If it like yo_u_r Grace, my gracious k_ing_,\n The reward _tha_t you will bestow on mee,\n I wold verry gladlye haue it in Cheshire,\n Ffor _tha_t\u2019s att home in my owne country.\n\n 110\n And then bespake him noble K_ing_ Henery,\n And these were the words said hee;\n \u2018I haue nothing, Egerton, in all Cheshire\n _Tha_t wilbe any pleasure for thee\n But fiue mills stands att Chester townes end;\n The gone all ouer the water of Dee.\u2019\n\n 111\n Still kneeled Row_land_ Egerton,\n And did not rise beside his knee;\n Sayes, If it like yo_u_r Highnesse, my gracious k_ing_,\n A milner called I wold neuer bee.\n\n 112\n And then bespake him noble K_ing_ Harrye,\n These were the words said hee;\n Saith, I\u2019le make mine avow to God,\n And alsoe to the Trinitye,\n There shall neu_er_ be k_ing_ of England\n But the shalbe miller of the mills of Dee!\n\n 113\n I haue noe other thing, Egerton,\n _Tha_t wilbe for thy delight;\n I will giue thee the forrest of Snoden in Wales,\n Wherby thou may giue the horne and lease;\n In siluer it wilbe verry white,\n And meethinkes shold thee well please.\n\n 114\n . . . . . . . . .\n Still kneeled Row_land_ Egerton on his knee;\n He sayes, If itt like yo_u_r Highnes, my gracious k_ing_,\n A ranger called wold I neuer bee.\n\n 115\n Then our k_ing_ was wrath_e_, and rose away,\n Sayes, I thinke, Egerton, nothing will please thee.\n And then bespake him, Row_land_ Egerton,\n Kneeling yet still on his knee:\n\n 116\n Sayes, If itt like yo_u_r Highnesse, my gracious k_ing_,\n _Tha_t yo_u_r Highnes pleasure will now heer mee,\n In Cheshire there lyes a litle grange-house,\n In the lo_rd_sh[i]ppe of Rydeley it doth lyee.\n\n 117\n A tanner there in it did dwell;\n My leege, it is but a cote w_i_th one eye,\n And if yo_u_r Grace wold bestow this on mee,\n Ffull well it wold pleasure me.\n\n 118\n Then bespake our noble K_ing_ Harrye,\n And these were the words saith hee;\n Saies, Take thee _tha_t grange-house, Egerton,\n And the lo_rd_shippe of Rydley, faire and free.\n\n 119\n For the good service thou hast to me done,\n I will giue it vnto thy heyres and thee:\n And thus came Row[land] Egertton\n To the lo_rd_shippe of Rydley, faire and free.\n\n \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7\n\n 120\n This noble K_ing_ Harry wan great victoryes in France,\n Thorrow the might _tha_t Christ Jesus did him send.\n\n First our k_ing_ wan Hans and Gynye,\n And [two] walled townes, the truth to say;\n And afterwards wan other two townes,\n The names of them were called Turwin and Turnay.\n\n 121\n High Bullen and Base Bullen he wan alsoe,\n And other village-townes many a one,\n And Muttrell he wan alsoe\u2014\n The cronicles of this will not lye\u2014\n And kept to Calleis, plainsht w_i_th Englishmen,\n Vnto the death _tha_t he did dye.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n 4^2. soliders.\n\n 16^4. them.\n\n 17^3. 8^{th}.\n\n 20^3. wright.\n\n 20^4. vs 2.\n\n 31^4. 7[th .].\n\n 35^1. feele.\n\n 35^4. xopher Savage, _and again_ 45^1: always _for_ away.\n\n 41^1. vndeline.\n\n 45^1. K_nigh_t _for_ wighte.\n\n 52^{2,3}. 9.\n\n 52^4. 3.\n\n 53^2. whore.\n\n 53^4. white.\n\n 56^3. giue: p_ro_ _for_ for.\n\n 57^2. wright.\n\n 58^1. Lookes _for_ bookes. 2d Parte _at_ 59^3.\n\n 59^6. 2: 3.\n\n 61^2. 30.\n\n 65^1. Ianie.\n\n 79^3. 7.\n\n 79^4. 8^{th}: breake _for_ flee, _cf._ #b#, #c#.\n\n 83^4. ward: _cf._ #b#.\n\n 84^3. I cry _for_ a cry: a _in_ #b#, #c#.\n\n 89^4. who his _for the first_ who is.\n\n 94^3. 7.\n\n 95^1. Maurydden.\n\n 102^4, 104^4. 3.\n\n 103. 121 _in the MS._\n\n 104^6. 1000[s :] 3.\n\n 105^2. 1000[d :] 3.\n\n 106^1. 300[d :].\n\n 110^5. 5.\n\n 112^6. he _for_ the?\n\n 117^4. me pleasure.\n\n 120^5. 2.\n\n And _for_ & _always_.\n\n#b#, #c#.\n\n _In stanzas of eight lines._ #b.# A ballate of the Battalle of\n Ffloden Ffeeld betweene the Earle of Surrey and the King of\n Scots. #c.# Flowden Feilde.\n\n _Trivial variations of spelling are not regarded._\n\n 1^1. of the.\n\n 1^2. our fortune and chaunce.\n\n 1^3. tell of. #b.# tythandes. #c.# tythance.\n\n 2^2. surly _after_ And: his _wanting_.\n\n 3^1. at _for_ to.\n\n 3^2. #b.# lorde _for_ leed. #b#, #c#. great _for_ high.\n\n 3^4. #b.# found Henry our kynge.\n\n 4^5\u20137^6. _Two stanzas, the first ending at 6^2._\n\n 4^5. the prince.\n\n 4^6. #c.# Iesu.\n\n 5^2. he kneeled vppon.\n\n 5^4. King _wanting_.\n\n 6^4. and _for the second_ my.\n\n 7^3. biddethe.\n\n 7^5. ye.\n\n 8^2. _Prefix_ And.\n\n 8^3. bare: uppon, upon, _for_ of. #b.# them _for_ him.\n\n 9^2. they bene both.\n\n 9^3. non _for_ nere. #b.# belonged.\n\n 10^1. #b.# a stand.\n\n 10^2. And he.\n\n 10^4. _First_ he _wanting_. #b.# tould (_corrected from_ coulde?)\n _for_ found.\n\n 11^1. #b.# noble _for_ comlye.\n\n 11^2. And he.\n\n 12^1. #b.# C. and L. #b#, #c# _add_ bothe.\n\n 12^2. the _wanting_.\n\n 12^4. Not a.\n\n 13^3. King _wanting_.\n\n 13^4. #b#, And it, #c#, Yf it, like you my souereigne lord.\n\n 14^1. #c.# bene.\n\n 14^2. #c.# tythandes.\n\n 15^3. #b.# L. nor C. mene.\n\n 15^4. #b.# wold euer.\n\n 16^2. on _for_ vpon a.\n\n 16^3. For now: greatest _for_ most.\n\n 16^4. then served they _for_ they serued then.\n\n 17^4. And _for_ If.\n\n 18^1. ye: any _wanting_.\n\n 18^3. #c.# ye.\n\n 18^4. #b.# whether (_altered from_ wher) that wee are.\n\n 19^1. #b.# rounded. #b#, #c#. anon _added to_ king.\n\n 19^2. And _wanting_. #b.# Sayenge.\n\n 19^3. to thee _wanting_.\n\n 21^1. #b.# neuer a: besydes.\n\n 21^4. #b.# right angerly.\n\n 22^1. other syde.\n\n 22^4. lowly he.\n\n 23^3. #b.# our king sayde. #c.# speake.\n\n 23^4. #b.# Was _for_ Sayd.\n\n 24^1. #c.# L. and C.\n\n 24^2. was _for_ were.\n\n 24^3. nowe _inserted before_ are.\n\n 24^4. #b.# Neuer a one of them. #c.# Neuer one of them ys (_but_\n are, _in a later hand_).\n\n 25^1. #c.# then _for_ free.\n\n 26^4. #b.# fled a foote.\n\n 27^2. #b.# to _for_ itt.\n\n 28^1. to brene, bren.\n\n 28^2. _First_ me _wanting_.\n\n 28^3. _First_ I _wanting_: all to. #b.# gates.\n\n 28^4. #b.# Bothe the.\n\n 29^1. walles they.\n\n 29^3. then sayd.\n\n 30^1. and _for_ nor.\n\n 30^2. #c.# thyne.\n\n 30^3. #b.# freely _for_ felly.\n\n 31^2. for me _for_ on tree.\n\n 32^2. #b.# To the towne of.\n\n 32^3. we _after_ soe.\n\n 33^2. #b.# vppon the same _for_ againe. #c.# in same, _but_ on the\n _for_ in, _in a later hand_.\n\n 33^3. side, syde, _for_ hande.\n\n 34^4. #b.# duke _for_ erle.\n\n 35^1. Synce: feelde, feylde.\n\n 35^2. #c.# thyne: theare, there _for_ deere.\n\n 35^4. awaye _for_ always.\n\n 36^3. #c.# therby _added by a later hand_.\n\n 37^3. #c.# myne.\n\n 37^4. #c.# art _altered to_ weart.\n\n 38^1. whileste that, whiles that.\n\n 38^2. schunte besides.\n\n 38^4. nowe _before_ that.\n\n 39^1. #b.# for _before_ coward, #b#, #c#. none _for_ neuer.\n\n 39^4. be my.\n\n 40^2. the _for_ that.\n\n 40^3. #b.# Sotheworthe. #c.# Sothewarke _altered to_ Sotheworthe.\n\n 41^3. #c.# whilest.\n\n 41^4. schunte.\n\n 42^1. #b.# Anderton.\n\n 42^3. leaue nowe. #b.# at _altered to_ of.\n\n 43^3. For whileste, For whiles.\n\n 43^4. wouldeste (#c# woulde) neuer beside the playne.\n\n 44^1. #b.# Bolde.\n\n 44^2. ye.\n\n 44^3. stylle, still.\n\n 44^4. Vnslayne nowe yf, (#b#) that you bee, (#c#) you had bee.\n\n 45^1. weighte, wighte.\n\n 45^3. #b.# whileste.\n\n 45^4. woldeste, wouldest: beside.\n\n 46^1. Done, Downe.\n\n 46^2. Ye.\n\n 46^4. #b.# woldeste.\n\n 47^1. #b.# Seton _altered to_ Fitton.\n\n 47^2. Other.\n\n 47^3. _Prefix_ For: whiles.\n\n 47^4. woldeste, wouldest.\n\n 48^3. ffor _wanting_.\n\n 49^2. #c.# tythands.\n\n 49^4. myne.\n\n 51^4. #c.# lawne.\n\n 52^2. beareste, bearest.\n\n 52^3. in the vtter.\n\n 53^2. whore.\n\n 53^4. Wyte.\n\n 54^2. ronnethe, renneth. #b.# besydes.\n\n 54^3. #b.# was I.\n\n 54^4. #b.# I will.\n\n 55^1. Berkenhede, Byrkhead _altered to_ Byrkenhead.\n\n 55^4. #c.# the _wanting_.\n\n 56^2. myn, myne.\n\n 56^3. gaue: p_ro_ (_or_ for) _wanting_.\n\n 57^2. mayeste, maiest. #c.# yt clayme.\n\n 57^3. #c.# call _after_ may, _in a later hand_.\n\n 58^1. bookes, bokes.\n\n 58^2. comentye, comyntie.\n\n 58^3. Hopesdalle.\n\n 58^4. Mouldesdalle, Mouldesdale.\n\n 58^5. take my: hevie, heavie _for_ sorry.\n\n 59^3. Iames: Garsye, Garsyde.\n\n 59^6. stycked, sticked.\n\n 60^1. #b.# And after.\n\n 60^3. #b.# Iames.\n\n 60^4, 66^3. #c.# tythandes.\n\n 61^2. hadeste, had.\n\n 61^4. wearte for, were for.\n\n 62^2. will nowe.\n\n 63^1. #b.# Fitzwaters. #c.# Feighwater _altered to_ Fitzwater.\n\n 63^3, 71^1. #c.# vp _for_ ap.\n\n 63^4. And all they spake.\n\n 64^1. standen.\n\n 64^3. But _wanting_.\n\n 65^1, 73^3, 74^3, 82^3. #b.# Iames.\n\n 65^1. #c.# send.\n\n 65^4. Amydeste.\n\n 66^1. #c.# soe _wanting_.\n\n 66^3. #b.# makes.\n\n 67^4. non.\n\n 68^1. #c.# Feighwater. #b.# he followed.\n\n 69^1. #b.# hied _for_ hoved.\n\n 69^3. #b.# Osboldstone.\n\n 69^4. #b.# come.\n\n 70^3. #b.# wighty.\n\n 71^2. came forthe even with.\n\n 71^3. #c.# bend.\n\n 71^4. gallowes.\n\n 72^1. When as. #b.# the king.\n\n 72^3. #b.# minge.\n\n 72^4. _Prefix_ Said: vnto.\n\n 73^1. _Prefix_ But.\n\n 73^2. #c.# our owne _altered to_ yondere.\n\n 74^2. #c.# waste.\n\n 74^4. lyke, like, _for_ please.\n\n 75^4. vpbrayded that I _for_ I vpbrayded.\n\n 77^1. tooke me.\n\n 77^2. #b.# kepte.\n\n 78^3. of vewe.\n\n 79^4. #b.# did flee. #c.# be _altered to_ flie.\n\n 80^{1,2}. #b.# Then I layd the bowe one his face, and bade him\n gather vpe the bowe, _etc._ #c.# geder.\n\n 80^4. for _wanting_.\n\n 82^1. had lyuer, leaver.\n\n 83^2. #c.# whiles, #b.# Frenche.\n\n 83^3. ye.\n\n 83^4. #b.# word.\n\n 84^3. Our prince: a cry.\n\n 85^2. #b.# settethe one and.\n\n 85^3. Yf that.\n\n 85^5. rebuketh. #b.# and _for_ or.\n\n 86^1. stylle at rest.\n\n 86^2. #b.# as _wanting_.\n\n 87^1. #b.# prince for king.\n\n 87^2. #b.# kneene, _rhyming with_ 86^{2,4}.\n\n 87^3. prince _for_ king.\n\n 87^4. This owere (#c# our) noble kynge this (#c# thy) speede may\n be.\n\n 87^5. greetes (#c# gretteth) yow well your lyffe and spouse (#c#\n liking).\n\n 87^6. Your honorable: fair ladye.\n\n 88^1. for to.\n\n 88^2. #b.# in-law _wanting_.\n\n 89^2. And sayd.\n\n 89^3. vppon, vpon, the _for_ of the.\n\n 89^4. And who weare, were, _bis_.\n\n 91^1. #b.# on highe, _originally_; _altered in the same hand to_\n w_i_th ane highe word.\n\n 91^4. Ye, yea, _prefixed_: shalt thou.\n\n 92^2. As _for_ And.\n\n 92^3. #b.# thes _for_ the. #c.# tythands. #b.# _adds_ righte _at\n the end_.\n\n 93^1. Brother _after_ hart.\n\n 93^2. #c.# tythandes.\n\n 93^3. #b.# this (_written upon_ thy) men cowards were they. #c.#\n cowardes called _for_ called cowerds.\n\n 93^4. they _wanting_.\n\n 94^1. #b.# him _for_ the erle.\n\n 94^2. _adds_ trulye _at the end_. #b.# and lede him _for_ thus\n they ledden.\n\n 94^5. haue from the taken.\n\n 94^6. agayne to thee.\n\n 95^1. #b.# marshallynge. #c.# manratten. #b.# men _for_ both.\n\n 95^2. for to. #b# _omits_ euer.\n\n 95^3. these. #b.# be.\n\n 95^4. #b.# be.\n\n 96^1. #b.# the earle saide.\n\n 96^4. for to.\n\n 97^1. #b.# our kinge sayd.\n\n 97^4. And _for_ If.\n\n 98^1. #b.# the earle nowe.\n\n 98^3. #b.# That I my selfe his iudgmente maye pronounce, #c.# But\n that I gyve iudgment my selfe.\n\n 99^2. #b.# will I. #c.# that I shall.\n\n 99^3. shalt geue (gyue) the iudgment.\n\n 100^1. #b.# Then sayd the earle, saved is his lyfe.\n\n 100^3. If _wanting_.\n\n 101^1. #b.# our kyng sware.\n\n 101^2. remayneth: I thinke _wanting_.\n\n 101^4. #c.# the _wanting_.\n\n 102^1. #b.# they ganged.\n\n 102^3. #b# _adds_ batled _at the end_.\n\n 102^4. #b.# toweres. #c.# townes. #b#, #c#. w_i_thin.\n\n 103^5. #b.# weres.\n\n 103^6. #b.# And shewe thie mersye one the Earle of Derby.\n\n 104\u2013121 _wanting._\n\n\n\n\n 169\n\n JOHNIE ARMSTRONG\n\n #A. a.# \u2018A Northern Ballet,\u2019 Wit Restord in severall Select Poems not\n formerly publisht, London, 1658, p. 30, in Faceti\u00e6, London, 1817, I,\n 132. #b.# \u2018A Northern Ballad,\u2019 Wit and Drollery, London, 1682, p.\n 57.\n\n #B. a.# \u2018John Arm-strongs last Good - Night,\u2019 etc., Wood, 401, fol. 93\n b, Bodleian Library. #b.# Pepys Ballads, II, 133, No 117. #c.#\n \u2018Johnny Armstrongs last Good-Night,\u2019 Old Ballads, 1723, I, 170.\n\n #C.# \u2018Johnie Armstrang,\u2019 The Ever Green, 1724, II, 190.\n\n\n#A b# is not found in Wit and Drollery, 1661; it is literally repeated\nin Dryden\u2019s Miscellanies, 1716, III, 307. #B# is in the Roxburghe\ncollection, III, 513, the Bagford, I, 64, II, 94, and no doubt in\nothers. It was printed by Evans, 1777, II, 64, and by Ritson, English\nSongs, 1783, II, 322. #C# was printed by Herd, 1769, p. 260, 1776 (with\nspelling changed), I, 13; by Ritson, Scotish Songs, 1794, II, 7; by\nScott, 1802, I, 49, 1833, I, 407 (with a slight change or two).\n\n\u2018Ihonne Ermistrangis dance\u2019 is mentioned in The Complaynt of Scotland,\n1549, ed. Murray, p. 66. The tune of #C# is No 356 of Johnson\u2019s Museum;\nsee further Stenhouse, in the edition of 1853, IV, 335 f.\n\nOf his copy #C#, Ramsay says: \u201cThis is the true old ballad, never\nprinted before.... This I copied from a gentleman\u2019s mouth of the name of\nArmstrang, who is the sixth generation from this John. He tells me this\nwas ever esteemd the genuine ballad, the common one false.\u201d Motherwell\nremarks, Minstrelsy, p. lxii, note 3: \u201cThe common ballad alluded to by\nRamsay [#A#, #B#] is the one, however, which is in the mouths of the\npeople. His set I never heard sung or recited; but the other\nfrequently.\u201d A manuscript copy of #B#, entitled Gillnokie, communicated\nto Percy by G. Paton, Edinburgh, December 4, 1778, which has some of the\npeculiar readings of #B a#, introduces the 27th stanza of #C#[225] in\nplace of 12, and has \u2018Away, away, thou traitor strong\u2019 for 12^1. A copy\nin Buchan\u2019s MSS, I, 61, \u2018The Death of John Armstrong,\u2019 has the first\nhalf of #C# 18 and also of #C# 19 (with very slight variations). Another\nScottish copy, which was evidently taken from recitation, introduces #C#\n23 after 14.[226]\n\nBoth forms of the ballad had been too long printed to allow validity to\nany known recited copy. Besides the three already mentioned, there is\none in Kinloch\u2019s MSS, V, 263, which intermixes two stanzas from Johnie\nScot. The Scottish copies naturally do not allow \u2018Scot\u2019 to stand in\n17^3. Paton\u2019s substitutes \u2018chiell\u2019; the others \u2018man,\u2019 and so a broadside\nreprinted by Maidment, Scotish Ballads and Songs, Historical and\nTraditionary, I, 130.\n\nThe Armstrongs were people of consideration in Liddesdale from the end,\nor perhaps from the middle, of the fourteenth century, and by the\nsixteenth had become the most important sept, as to numbers, in that\nregion, not only extending themselves over a large part of the\nDebateable Land,[227] but spreading also into Eskdale, Ewesdale,\nWauchopedale, and Annandale. The Earl of Northumberland, in 1528, puts\nthe power of the Armstrongs, with their adherents, above three thousand\nhorsemen. Mangerton, in Liddesdale, on the east bank of the Liddel, a\nlittle north of its junction with the Kersope, was the seat of the\nchief. John Armstrong, known later as Gilnockie, a brother of Thomas,\nlaird of Mangerton, is first heard of in 1525. Removing from Liddesdale\nearly in the century, as it is thought, he settled on the church lands\nof Canonby, and at a place called The Hollows, on the west side of the\nEsk, built a tower, which still remains.[228]\n\nOthers of the Armstrongs erected strong houses in the neighborhood. Lord\nDacre, the English warden of the West Marches, essayed to surprise these\nstrengths in the early part of 1528, but was foiled by John and Sym\nArmstrong, though he had a force of two thousand men. The Armstrongs, if\nnominally Scots, were so far from being \u201cin due obeysaunce\u201d that, at a\nconference of commissioners of both realms in November of the year last\nnamed, the representatives of the Scottish king could not undertake to\noblige them to make redress for injuries done the English, though a\npeace depended upon this condition. Perhaps the English border suffered\nmore than the Scottish from their forays (and the English border, we are\ninformed, was not nearly so strong as the Scottish, neither in\n\u201ccapetayns nor the commynnaltie\u201d), but how little Scotland was spared\nappears from what Sym Armstrong, the laird of Whitlaugh, in the same\nyear again, told the Earl of Northumberland: that himself and his\nadherents had laid waste in the said realm sixty miles, and laid down\nthirty parish churches, and that there was not one in the realm of\nScotland dare remedy the same. Indeed, our John, Thomas of Mangerton,\nSym of Whitlaugh, and the rest, seem to be fairly enough described in an\nEnglish indictment as \u201cenemies of the king of England, and traitors,\nfugitives, and felons of the king of Scots.[229]\n\nOther measures having failed, King James the Fifth, in the summer of\n1530, took the pacifying of his borders into his own hand, and for this\npurpose levied an army of from eight to twelve thousand men. The\nparticulars of this noted expedition are thus given by Lindsay of\nPitscottie.[230]\n\n\u201cThe king ... made a convention at Edinburgh with all the lords and\nbarons, to consult how he might best stanch theiff and river within his\nrealm, and to cause the commons to live in peace and rest, which long\ntime had been perturbed before. To this effect he gave charge to all\nearls, lords, barons, freeholders and gentlemen, to compeir at Edinburgh\nwith a month\u2019s victual, to pass with the king to daunton the thieves of\nTeviotdale and Annandale, with all other parts of the realm; also the\nking desired all gentlemen that had dogs that were good to bring them\nwith them to hunt in the said bounds, which the most part of the\nnoblemen of the Highlands did, such as the earls of Huntly, Argyle, and\nAthol, who brought their deer-hounds with them and hunted with his\nmajesty. These lords, with many other lords and gentlemen, to the number\nof twelve thousand men, assembled at Edinburgh, and therefrom went with\nthe king\u2019s grace to Meggat-land, in the which bounds were slain at that\ntime eighteen score of deer. After this hunting the king hanged John\nArmstrong, laird of Kilnokie; which many a Scotsman heavily lamented,\nfor he was a doubtit man, and as good a chieftain as ever was upon the\nborders, either of Scotland or of England. And albeit he was a\nloose-living man, and sustained the number of twenty-four well-horsed\nable gentlemen with him, yet he never molested no Scotsman.[231] But it\nis said, from the Scots border to Newcastle of England, there was not\none, of whatsoever estate, but paid to this John Armstrong a tribute, to\nbe free of his cumber, he was so doubtit in England. So when he entered\nin before the king, he came very reverently, with his foresaid number\nvery richly appareled, trusting that in respect he had come to the\nking\u2019s grace willingly and voluntarily, not being taken nor apprehended\nby the king, he should obtain the more favor. But when the king saw him\nand his men so gorgeous in their apparel, and so many braw men under a\ntyrant\u2019s commandment, throwardlie he turned about his face, and bade\ntake that tyrant out of his sight, saying, What wants yon knave that a\nking should have? But when John Armstrong perceived that the king\nkindled in a fury against him, and had no hope of his life,\nnotwithstanding of many great and fair offers which he offered to the\nking\u2014that is, that he should sustain himself, with forty gentlemen, ever\nready to await upon his majesty\u2019s service, and never to take a penny of\nScotland nor Scotsmen; secondly, that there was not a subject in\nEngland, duke, earl, lord, or baron, but within a certain day he should\nbring any of them to his majesty, quick or dead\u2014he, seeing no hope of\nthe king\u2019s favor towards him, said very proudly, I am but a fool to seek\ngrace at a graceless face. But had I known, sir, that ye would have\ntaken my life this day, I should have lived upon the borders in despite\nof King Harry and you both; for I know King Harry would down weigh my\nbest horse with gold to know that I were condemned to die this day. So\nhe was led to the scaffold, and he and all his men hanged.\u201d\n\nBuchanan\u2019s account is, that the king undertook an expedition for the\nsuppressing of freebooters in July, 1530, with an army of about eight\nthousand men, and encamped at Ewes water, near which was the hold of\nJohn Armstrong, a chief of a band of thieves, who had struck such terror\ninto the parts adjacent that even the English for many miles about paid\nhim tribute. Under enticement of the king\u2019s officers, John set out to\npay a visit to the king with about fifty horsemen, both unarmed and\nwithout a safe-conduct, and on his way fell in with a body of scouts,\nwho took him to their master as a pretended prisoner, and he and most of\nhis men were hanged. The authors of his death averred that Armstrong had\npromised the English to put the neighboring Scots territory under their\nsway, if they would make it for his interest; whereas the English were\nextremely pleased at his death, because they were rid of a redoubtable\nenemy.[232]\n\nBishop Lesley says simply that in the month of June (apparently 1529)\nthe king passed to the borders with a great army, where he caused\nforty-eight of the most noble thieves, with John Armstrong, their\ncaptain, to be taken, who being convict of theft, reiff, slaughter, and\ntreason, were all hanged upon growing trees.[233]\n\nAnother account gives us positively and definitely to understand that\nthe Armstrongs were not secured without artifice. \u201cOn the eighth of June\nthe principals of all the surnames of the clans on the borders came to\nthe king, upon hope of a proclamation proclaimed in the king\u2019s name that\nthey should all get their lives if they would come in and submit\nthemselves in the king\u2019s will. And so, upon this hope, John Armstrong,\nwho kept the castle of Langholm (a brother of the laird of Mangerton\u2019s,\na great thief and oppressor, and one that kept still with him four and\ntwenty well-horsed men), came in to the king; and another called Ill\nWill Armstrong, another stark thief, with sundry of the Scotts and\nElliotts, came all forward to the camp where the king was, in hope to\nget their pardons. But no sooner did the king perceive them, and that\nthey were come afar off, when direction was given presently to enclose\nthem round about; the which was done, accordingly, and were all\napprehended, to the number of thirty-five persons, and at a place called\nCarlaverock Chapel were all committed to the gallows.... The English\npeople was exceeding glad when they understood that John Armstrong was\nexecuted, for he did great robberies and stealing in England,\nmaintaining twenty-four men in household every day upon reiff and\noppression.\u201d[234]\n\nThe place of execution is mentioned by no other historian than Anderson,\njust quoted, and he gives it as Carlaverock Chapel. But this must be a\nmistake for Carlenrig Chapel, Carlaverock not being in the line of the\nking\u2019s progress. James is known to have been at Carlenrig[235] on the\n5th of July, and Johnie Armstrong not to have been alive on the eighth.\nIt has been popularly believed that Johnie and his band were buried in\nCarlenrig churchyard (where the graves used to be shown), and their\nexecution made so deep an impression on the people[236] that it is not\nunplausible that the fact should be remembered, and that the ballad #C#,\nin saying that John was murdered at Carlenrig, has followed tradition\nrather than given rise to it.\n\nIt appears from Lindsay\u2019s narrative that Johnie Armstrong came to the\nking voluntarily, and that he was not \u201ctaken or apprehended.\u201d Buchanan\nsays that he was enticed by the king\u2019s officers, and Anderson that the\nheads of the border-clans were induced to come in by a proclamation that\ntheir lives should be safe. It is but too likely, therefore, that the\ncapture was not effected by honorable means, and this is the\nrepresentation of the ballads. There is no record of a trial,[237] and\nthe execution was probably as summary as the arrest was perfidious.\n\nThe ballads treat facts with the customary freedom and improve upon them\ngreatly. In #A#, #B#, English ballads, Johnie is oddly enough a\nWestmorland man,[238] though in #B# 11 he admits himself to be a subject\nof the Scots king. The king writes John a long letter promising to do\nhim no wrong, #A# 4; a loving letter, to come and speak with him\nspeedily, #B# 4, #C# 2. Johnie goes to Edinburgh with the eight-score\nmen that he keeps in his hall, all in a splendid uniform, asks grace,\nand is told that he and his eight-score shall be hanged the next\nmorning. They are not unarmed, and resolve to fight it out rather than\nbe hanged. They kill all the king\u2019s guard but three, #B# 16, but all\nEdinburgh rises; four-score and ten of Johnie\u2019s men lie gasping on the\nground, #A# 14. A cowardly Scot comes behind Johnie and runs him\nthrough; like Sir Andrew Barton, he bids his men fight on; he will bleed\nawhile, then rise and fight again. Most of his company are killed, but\nhis foot-page escapes and carries the bad news to Giltnock Hall. His\nlittle son, by or on the nurse\u2019s knee, vows to revenge his father\u2019s\ndeath.\n\n#C# differs extensively from #A#, #B#, indeed resembles or repeats the\nEnglish ballad only in a few places: #C# 2==#A# 4, #B# 4; #C# 6==#B# 10;\n#C# 7==#A# g, #B# 11; #C# 22^{3,4}==#A# 11^{3,4}, #B# 13^{3,4}. The\nEliots go with the Armstrongs according to #C# 3, and it is the\nintention to bring the king to dine at Gilnockie. In #C# 9\u201317 Johnie\noffers twenty-four steeds, four of them laden with as much gold as they\ncan carry, twenty-four mills, and as much wheat as their hoppers can\nhold, twenty-four sisters-sons, who will fight to the utterance, tribute\nfrom all the land between \u2018here\u2019 and Newcastle,\u2014all this for his life.\nThe king replies to each successive offer that he never has granted a\ntraitor\u2019s life, and will not begin with him. Johnie gives the king the\nlie as to his being a traitor; he could make England find him in meal\nand malt for a hundred years, and no Scot\u2019s wife could say that he had\never hurt her the value of a fly. Had he known how the king would treat\nhim, he would have kept the border in spite of all his army. England\u2019s\nking would be a blithe man to hear of his capture. At this point the\nking is attracted by Johnie\u2019s splendid girdle and hat, and exclaims,\nWhat wants that knave that a king should have! Johnie bids farewell to\nhis brother, Laird of Mangerton (Thomas, here called Kirsty), and to his\nson Kirsty, and to Gilnock-Hall, and is murdered at Carlenrig with all\nhis band.\n\nIt will be observed that the substance, or at least the hint, of #C#\n21^{3,4}, 17^{3,4}, 26, 15, 22^{3,4}, 23, 24^{1,2}, is to be found in\nLindsay\u2019s narrative.\n\nIn the last stanza of #A# and of #B#, Johnie Armstrong\u2019s son (afterwards\nknown as Johnie\u2019s Christy) sitting on his nurse\u2019s knee, #B# (cf. #C#\n30), or standing by his nurse\u2019s knee, #A#, vows, if he lives to be a\nman, to have revenge for his father\u2019s death.[239] Not infrequently, in\npopular ballads, a very young (even unborn) child speaks, by miracle, to\nsave a life, vindicate innocence, or for some other kindly\noccasion;[240] sometimes again to threaten revenge, as here. So a child\nin the cradle in \u2018Fr\u00e6ndeh\u00e6vn,\u2019 Grundtvig, I, 28, No 4, #B# 34 (==#C#\n63), and in \u2018H\u00e6vnersv\u00e6rdet,\u2019 I, 351, No 25, sts 29, 30; and Kullervo in\nhis third month, Kalevala, Rune 31, Schiefner, p. 194, vv. 109\u2013112.[241]\n\nJohnie\u2019s plain speech to the king in #C# 19, \u2018Ye lied, ye lied, now,\nking!\u2019 is such as we have often heard before in these ballads: see I,\n427, No 47, #A# 14; I, 446, No 50, #A# 8, 9; I, 452 f, No 52, #C# 10,\n#D# 7; II, 25 f, No 58, #G# 7, #H# 10; II, 269 ff, No 83, #D# 13, #E#\n16, #F# 22; II, 282, No 86, #A# 6; III, 62, 67, No 117, sts 114, 222. It\nis not unexampled elsewhere. So Sthenelus to Agamemnon, II. iv, 204;\n\u1f08\u03c4\u03c1\u03b5\u0390\u03b4\u03b7, \u03bc\u1f74 \u03c8\u03b5\u03cd\u03b4\u03b5\u2019, \u1f10\u03c0\u03b9\u03c3\u03c4\u03ac\u03bc\u03b5\u03bd\u03bf\u03c2 \u03c3\u03ac\u03c6\u03b1 \u03b5\u1f30\u03c0\u03b5\u1fd6\u03bd; and Bernardo del Carpio, on\nmuch the same occasion as here,\n\n Mentides, buen rey, mentides,\n que no decides verdad,\n que nunca yo fu\u00ed traidor,\n\nWolf & Hofmann, Primavera, I, 38 and 41; see also I, 186, II, 100, 376.\n\n\nThis ballad was an early favorite of Goldsmith\u2019s: \u201cThe music of the\nfinest singer is dissonance to what I felt when our old dairymaid sung\nme into tears with Johnny Armstrong\u2019s Last Good Night, or the Cruelty of\nBarbara Allen.\u201d Essays, 1765, p. 14.\n\n\n#C# is translated by Talvi, Versuch, u. s. w., p. 543; by Schubart, p.\n179; by Lo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 270.\n\n\n A\n\n #a.# Wit Restord in severall Select Poems not formerly publisht,\n London, 1658, p. 30, in Faceti\u00e6, London, 1871, I, 132.\n\n #b.# Wit and Drollery, London, 1682, p. 57.\n\n 1\n There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland,\n Ionn\u00eb Armestrong men did him call,\n He had nither lands nor rents coming in,\n Yet he kept eight score men in his hall.\n\n 2\n He had horse and harness for them all,\n Goodly steeds were all milke-white;\n O the golden bands an about their necks,\n And their weapons, they were all alike.\n\n 3\n Newes then was brought unto the king\n That there was sicke a won as hee,\n That liv\u00ebd lyke a bold out-law,\n And robb\u00ebd all the north country.\n\n 4\n The king he writt an a letter then,\n A letter which was large and long;\n He sign\u00ebd it with his owne hand,\n And he promised to doe him no wrong.\n\n 5\n When this letter came Ionn\u00eb untill,\n His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree:\n \u2018Never was I sent for before any king,\n My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee.\n\n 6\n \u2018And if wee goe the king before,\n I would we went most orderly;\n Every man of you shall have his scarlet cloak,\n Laced with silver laces three.\n\n 7\n \u2018Every won of you shall have his velvett coat,\n Laced with sillver lace so white;\n O the golden bands an about your necks,\n Black hatts, white feathers, all alyke.\u2019\n\n 8\n By the morrow morninge at ten of the clock,\n Towards Edenburough gon was hee,\n And with him all his eight score men;\n Good lord, it was a goodly sight for to see!\n\n 9\n When Ionn\u00eb came befower the king,\n He fell downe on his knee;\n \u2018O pardon, my soveraine leige,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018O pardon my eight score men and mee!\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Thou shalt have no pardon, thou traytor strong,\n For thy eight score men nor thee;\n For to-morrow morning by ten of the clock,\n Both thou and them shall hang on the gallow-tree.\u2019\n\n 11\n But Ionn\u00eb looke\u2019d over his left shoulder,\n Good Lord, what a grevious look looked hee!\n Saying, Asking grace of a graceles face\u2014\n Why there is none for you nor me.\n\n 12\n But Ionn\u00eb had a bright sword by his side,\n And it was made of the mettle so free,\n That had not the king stept his foot aside,\n He had smitten his head from his faire bodd\u00eb.\n\n 13\n Saying, Fight on, my merry men all,\n And see that none of you be taine;\n For rather then men shall say we were hange\u2019d,\n Let them report how we were slaine.\n\n 14\n Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,\n And so besett poore Ionn\u00eb rounde,\n That fowerscore and tenn of Ionn\u00ebs best men\n Lay gasping all upon the ground.\n\n 15\n Then like a mad man Ionn\u00eb laide about,\n And like a mad man then fought hee,\n Untill a falce Scot came Ionn\u00eb behinde,\n And runn him through the faire boddee.\n\n 16\n Saying, Fight on, my merry men all,\n And see that none of you be taine;\n For I will stand by and bleed but awhile,\n And then will I come and fight againe.\n\n 17\n Newes then was brought to young Ionn\u00eb Armestrong,\n As he stood by his nurses knee,\n Who vowed if ere he live\u2019d for to be a man,\n O the treacherous Scots revengd hee\u2019d be.\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Wood, 401, fol. 93 b, London, printed for Francis Grove\n (1620\u201355?).\n\n #b.# Pepys, II, 133, No 117, London, printed for W. Thackeray and T.\n Passenger (1660\u201382?).\n\n #c.# A Collection of Old Ballads, 1723, I, 170.\n\n 1\n Is there never a man in all Scotland,\n From the highest state to the lowest degree,\n That can shew himself now before the king?\n Scotland is so full of their traitery.\n\n 2\n Yes, there is a man in Westmerland,\n And John Armstrong some do him call;\n He has no lands nor rents coming in,\n Yet he keeps eightscore men within his hall.\n\n 3\n He has horse and harness for them all,\n And goodly steeds that be milk-white,\n With their goodly belts about their necks,\n With hats and feathers all alike.\n\n 4\n The king he writ a lovely letter,\n With his own hand so tenderly,\n And has sent it unto John Armstrong,\n To come and speak with him speedily.\n\n 5\n When John he looked the letter upon,\n Then, Lord! he was as blithe as a bird in a tree:\n \u2018I was never before no king in my life,\n My father, my grandfather, nor none of us three.\n\n 6\n \u2018But seeing we must [go] before the king,\n Lord! we will go most valiantly;\n You shall every one have a velvet coat,\n Laid down with golden laces three.\n\n 7\n \u2018And you shall every one have a scarlet cloak,\n Laid down with silver laces five,\n With your golden belts about your necks,\n With hats [and] brave feathers all alike.\u2019\n\n 8\n But when John he went from Guiltknock Hall!\n The wind it blew hard, and full sore it did rain:\n \u2018Now fare you well, brave Guiltknock Hall!\n I fear I shall never see thee again.\u2019\n\n 9\n Now John he is to Edenborough gone,\n And his eightscore men so gallantly,\n And every one of them on a milk-white steed,\n With their bucklers and swords hanging down to the knee.\n\n 10\n But when John he came the king before,\n With his eightscore men so gallant to see,\n The king he moved his bonnet to him;\n He thought he had been a king as well as he.\n\n 11\n \u2018O pardon, pardon, my soveraign leige,\n Pardon for my eightscore men and me!\n For my name it is John Armstrong,\n And a subject of yours, my leige,\u2019 said he.\n\n 12\n \u2018Away with thee, thou false traitor!\n No pardon I will grant to thee,\n But, to-morrow before eight of the clock,\n I will hang thy eightscore men and thee.\u2019\n\n 13\n O how John looked over his left shoulder!\n And to his merry men thus said he:\n I have asked grace of a graceless face,\n No pardon here is for you nor me.\n\n 14\n Then John pulld out a nut-brown sword,\n And it was made of mettle so free;\n Had not the king moved his foot as he did,\n John had taken his head from his body.\n\n 15\n \u2018Come, follow me, my merry men all,\n We will scorn one foot away to fly;\n It never shall be said we were hung like doggs;\n No, wee\u2019l fight it out most manfully.\u2019\n\n 16\n Then they fought on like champions bold\u2014\n For their hearts was sturdy, stout, and free\u2014\n Till they had killed all the kings good guard;\n There was none left alive but onely three.\n\n 17\n But then rise up all Edenborough,\n They rise up by thousands three;\n Then a cowardly Scot came John behind,\n And run him thorow the fair body.\n\n 18\n Said John, Fight on, my merry men all,\n I am a little hurt, but I am not slain;\n I will lay me down for to bleed a while,\n Then I\u2019le rise and fight with you again.\n\n 19\n Then they fought on like mad men all,\n Till many a man lay dead on the plain;\n For they were resolved, before they would yield,\n That every man would there be slain.\n\n 20\n So there they fought couragiously,\n \u2018Till most of them lay dead there and slain,\n But little Musgrave, that was his foot-page,\n With his bonny grissell got away untain.\n\n 21\n But when he came up to Guiltknock Hall,\n The lady spyed him presently:\n \u2018What news, what news, thou little foot-page?\n What news from thy master and his company?\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018My news is bad, lady,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Which I do bring, as you may see;\n My master, John Armstrong, he is slain,\n And all his gallant company.\n\n 23\n \u2018Yet thou are welcome home, my bonny grisel!\n Full oft thou hast fed at the corn and hay,\n But now thou shalt be fed with bread and wine,\n And thy sides shall be spurred no more, I say.\u2019\n\n 24\n O then bespoke his little son,\n As he was set on his nurses knee:\n \u2018If ever I live for to be a man,\n My fathers blood revenged shall be.\u2019\n\n\n C\n\n Allan Ramsay, The Ever Green, II, 190, \u201ccopied from a gentleman\u2019s\n mouth of the name of Armstrang, who is the 6th generation from this\n John.\u201d\n\n 1\n Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,\n And siclyke men of hie degrie;\n Of a gentleman I sing a sang,\n Sumtyme calld Laird of Gilnockie.\n\n 2\n The king he wrytes a luving letter,\n With his ain hand sae tenderly:\n And he hath sent it to Johny Armstrang,\n To cum and speik with him speidily.\n\n 3\n The Eliots and Armstrongs did convene,\n They were a gallant company:\n \u2018We\u2019ill ryde and meit our lawful king,\n And bring him safe to Gilnockie.\n\n 4\n \u2018Make kinnen and capon ready, then,\n And venison in great plenty;\n We\u2019ill welcome hame our royal king;\n I hope he\u2019ill dyne at Gilnockie!\u2019\n\n 5\n They ran their horse on the Langum howm,\n And brake their speirs with mekle main;\n The ladys lukit frae their loft-windows,\n \u2018God bring our men weil back again!\u2019\n\n 6\n When Johny came before the king,\n With all his men sae brave to see,\n The king he movit his bonnet to him;\n He weind he was a king as well as he.\n\n 7\n \u2018May I find grace, my sovereign liege,\n Grace for my loyal men and me?\n For my name it is Johny Armstrang,\n And subject of yours, my liege,\u2019 said he.\n\n 8\n \u2018Away, away, thou traytor, strang!\n Out of my sicht thou mayst sune be!\n I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,\n And now I\u2019ll not begin with thee.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,\n And a bony gift I will give to thee;\n Full four-and-twenty milk-whyt steids,\n Were a\u2019 foald in a yeir to me.\n\n 10\n \u2018I\u2019ll gie thee all these milk-whyt steids,\n That prance and nicher at a speir,\n With as mekle gude Inglis gilt\n As four of their braid backs dow beir.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Away, away, thou traytor strang!\n Out o\u2019 my sicht thou mayst sune be!\n I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,\n And now I\u2019ll not begin with thee.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,\n And a bony gift I\u2019ll gie to thee;\n Gude four-and-twenty ganging mills,\n That gang throw a\u2019 the yeir to me.\n\n 13\n \u2018These four-and-twenty mills complete\n Sall gang for thee throw all the yeir,\n And as mekle of gude reid wheit\n As all their happers dow to bear.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Away, away, thou traytor, strang!\n Out of my sicht thou mayst sune be!\n I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,\n And now I\u2019ll not begin with thee.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,\n And a great gift I\u2019ll gie to thee;\n Bauld four-and-twenty sisters sons,\n Sall for the fecht, tho all sould flee.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018Away, away, thou traytor, strang!\n Out of my sicht thou mayst sune be!\n I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,\n And now I\u2019ll not begin with thee.\u2019\n\n 17\n \u2018Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,\n And a brave gift I\u2019ll gie to thee;\n All betwene heir and Newcastle town\n Sall pay thair yeirly rent to thee.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018Away, away, thou traytor, strang!\n Out of my sicht thou mayst sune be!\n I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,\n And now I\u2019ll not begin with thee.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018Ye lied, ye lied, now, king,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Althocht a king and prince ye be,\n For I luid naithing in all my lyfe,\n I dare well say it, but honesty;\n\n 20\n \u2018But a fat horse, and a fair woman,\n Twa bony dogs to kill a deir:\n But Ingland suld haif found me meil and malt,\n Gif I had livd this hundred yeir!\n\n 21\n \u2018Scho suld half found me meil and malt,\n And beif and mutton in all plentie;\n But neir a Scots wyfe could haif said\n That eir I skaithd her a pure flie.\n\n 22\n \u2018To seik het water beneth cauld yce,\n Surely it is a great folie;\n I haif asked grace at a graceless face,\n But there is nane for my men and me.\n\n 23\n \u2018But had I kend, or I came frae hame,\n How thou unkynd wadst bene to me,\n I wad haif kept the border-syde,\n In spyte of all thy force and thee.\n\n 24\n \u2018Wist Englands king that I was tane,\n O gin a blyth man wald he be!\n For anes I slew his sisters son,\n And on his breist-bane brak a tree.\u2019\n\n 25\n John wore a girdle about his midle,\n Imbroiderd owre with burning gold,\n Bespangled with the same mettle,\n Maist beautifull was to behold.\n\n 26\n Ther hang nine targats at Johnys hat,\n And ilk an worth three hundred pound:\n \u2018What wants that knave that a king suld haif,\n But the sword of honour and the crown!\n\n 27\n \u2018O whair gat thou these targats, Johnie,\n That blink sae brawly abune thy brie? \u2019\n \u2018I gat them in the field fechting,\n Wher, cruel king, thou durst not be.\n\n 28\n \u2018Had I my horse, and my harness gude,\n And ryding as I wont to be,\n It sould haif bene tald this hundred yeir\n The meiting of my king and me.\n\n 29\n \u2018God be withee, Kirsty, my brither,\n Lang live thou Laird of Mangertoun!\n Lang mayst thou live on the border-syde\n Or thou se thy brither ryde up and doun.\n\n 30\n \u2018And God be withee, Kirsty, my son,\n Whair thou sits on thy nurses knee!\n But and thou live this hundred yeir,\n Thy fathers better thoult never be.\n\n 31\n \u2018Farweil, my bonny Gilnock-Hall.\n Whair on Esk-syde thou standest stout!\n Gif I had lived but seven yeirs mair,\n I wald haif gilt thee round about.\u2019\n\n 32\n John murdred was at Carlinrigg,\n And all his galant companie:\n But Scotlands heart was never sae wae,\n To see sae mony brave men die.\n\n 33\n Because they savd their country deir\n Frae Englishmen; nane were sae bauld,\n Whyle Johnie livd on the border-syde,\n Nane of them durst cum neir his hald.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A. a.#\n\n 3^3. syke a.\n\n 17^4. O th\u2019 the.\n\n#b.#\n\n 3^2. sick a man.\n\n 5^2. it _wanting_.\n\n 6^1. And therefore if.\n\n 7^4. and white.\n\n 8^4. an it: for _wanting_.\n\n 9^1. Johnnee.\n\n 10^2. Ne for.\n\n 11. There Johnne.\n\n 11^3. Said he.\n\n 11^4. yee.\n\n 12^2. the _wanting_.\n\n 13^4. that we.\n\n 14^3. Johnnee\u2019s.\n\n 15^4. thorough.\n\n#B. a.#\n\n Iohn Arm-strongs last good night. Declaring How John Arm-strong\n and his eightscore men fought a bloody bout with a Scottish king\n at Edenborough. To a pretty northern tune called, Fare you well,\n guilt Knock-hall.\n\n 6^1. we must before; _perhaps rightly_.\n\n 8^{1,3}, 21^1. guilt Knock-hall.\n\n _Signed_ T. R.\n\n London, Printed for Francis Grove on S[n]owhill.\n\n Entered according to order.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Title_: with the Scottish. To a pretty new northern tune: called,\n _&c._, _omitted_.\n\n 1^2. estate.\n\n 1^4. of treachery.\n\n 2^2. Jonny: they do.\n\n 4^1. writes a loving.\n\n 4^2. And with.\n\n 4^3. hath.\n\n 5^1. this letter.\n\n 5^1. Good Lord.\n\n 5^2. he lookt.\n\n 5^3. a king.\n\n 6^1. must go.\n\n 6^2. most gallantly.\n\n 7^1. And ye.\n\n 7^4. hats and.\n\n 8^{1,3}, 21^1. guilt Knock-hall.\n\n 8^2. full fast.\n\n 8^3. fare thee well thou guilt.\n\n 9^1. Johnny.\n\n 9^4. to their.\n\n 10^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 12^3. to morrow morning by eight.\n\n 12^4. hang up.\n\n 13^1. Johnny.\n\n 14^1. out his.\n\n 15^3. It shall ne\u2019r.\n\n 15^4. We will.\n\n 16^2. were.\n\n 16^4. but two or.\n\n 17^{1,2}. rose.\n\n 17^3. Then _wanting_.\n\n 18^2. little wounded but am.\n\n 19^2. up on.\n\n 20^3. Musgrove.\n\n 21^1. up _wanting_.\n\n 22^3. Johnny Armstrong is.\n\n 23^2. been fed with.\n\n 24^1. bespake.\n\n 24^3. for _wanting_.\n\n 24^4. father\u2019s death.\n\n _Signed_ T. R.\n\n London, Printed for W. Thackeray and T. Passenger.\n\n#c.#\n\n Johnny Armstrongs, last Good-night, shewing how John Armstrong,\n with his Eightscore Men, fought a bloody Battle with the Scotch\n King at Edenborough. To a Northern Tune.\n\n 1^1. ever.\n\n 1^2. estate.\n\n 1^3. our king.\n\n 1^4. full of treachery.\n\n 2^2. Johnny: they do.\n\n 3^1. horses.\n\n 4^1. writes a loving.\n\n 4^2. And with.\n\n 4^3. hath: Johnny.\n\n 5^1. this letter.\n\n 5^2. He lokd as blith.\n\n 5^3. a king.\n\n 6^1. must go.\n\n 6^2. most gallantly.\n\n 6^3. Ye.\n\n 7^1. And every one shall.\n\n 6^4. hats and feathers.\n\n 8^1. Johnny went: Giltnock.\n\n 8^2. full fast.\n\n 8^3. fare thee well thou Giltnock.\n\n 9^1. Johnny.\n\n 9^2. With his.\n\n 9^4. hanging to their.\n\n 10^1. he _wanting_.\n\n 11^3. Johnny.\n\n 11^4. a _wanting_.\n\n 12^2. will I.\n\n 12^3. to-morrow morning by eight.\n\n 12^4. hang up.\n\n 13^1. Then Johnny.\n\n 13^4. there is: you and.\n\n 14^1. his good broad sword.\n\n 14^2. That was made of the.\n\n 14^4. his fair.\n\n 15^2. foot for to.\n\n 15^3. shall never be: hangd.\n\n 15^4. We will.\n\n 16^2. were.\n\n 16^4. were: but one, two or three.\n\n 17^{1,2}. rose.\n\n 17^3. Then _wanting_.\n\n 17^4. through.\n\n 18^2. little wounded but am.\n\n 18^3. for _wanting_.\n\n 21^1. up _wanting_.\n\n 21^1. Giltnock.\n\n 22^3. Iohnny Armstrong is.\n\n 23^2. hast been fed with corn.\n\n 24^1. bespake.\n\n 24^2. he sat on.\n\n 24^3. for _wanting_.\n\n 24^4. fathers death.\n\n#C.#\n\n _Printed in stanzas of eight lines._\n\n Zours, zeir, _etc._, _are here printed_ yours, yeir, etc.; quhair,\n quheit, _here_, whair, wheit.\n\n 5^1. hown.\n\n 11, 14, 16, 18, _only_ Away, away thou traytor, etc., _is\n printed_.\n\n 19^4. sayit.\n\n\n\n\n 170\n\n THE DEATH OF QUEEN JANE\n\n #A.# Percy papers, 1776. #B.# \u2018Queen Jeanie,\u2019 Kinloch\u2019s Ancient\n Scottish Ballads, p. 116. #C. a.# Jamieson\u2019s Popular Ballads, I,\n 182.[242] #b.# Herd\u2019s MSS, I, 103. #D.# \u2018The Death of Queen Jane,\u2019\n Bell\u2019s Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England,\n p. 113. #E.# \u2018Queen Jeanie,\u2019 Macmath MS., p. 68. #F.# Notes and\n Queries, Second Series, XI, 131. #G.# A fragment from William\n Motherwell\u2019s papers.\n\n\nThis threnody is said to have been current throughout Scotland. There is\nanother, not in the popular style, in the Crowne Garland of Golden\nRoses, 1612, Percy Society, vol. vi, p. 29: The Wofull Death of Queene\nJane, wife to King Henry the Eight, and how King Edward was cut out of\nhis mother\u2019s belly. This is reprinted in Old Ballads, 1723, II, 115, and\nEvans\u2019s Collection, 1777, 1784, II, 54, and is among Pepys\u2019s Penny\nMerriments, vol. iii. \u2018A ballett called The Lady Jane\u2019 and another piece\nentitled The Lamentation of Quene Jane were licensed in 1560;\nStationers\u2019 Registers, Arber, I, 151 f.\n\nJane Seymour gave birth to Prince Edward October 12, 1537, and by a\nnatural process, but, in consequence of imprudent management, died\ntwelve days after. There was a belief that severe surgery had been\nrequired, under which the queen sank. The editor of Old Ballads, II, 116\nf, cites Sir John Hayward as saying: \u201cAll reports do constantly run that\nhe [Prince Edward] was not by natural passage delivered into the world,\nbut that his mother\u2019s belly was opened for his birth, and that she died\nof the incision the fourth day following.\u201d And Du Chesne: \u201cQuand ce vint\nau terme de l\u2019accouchement, elle eut tant de tourment et de peine qu\u2019il\nlui fallut fendre le cost\u00e9, par lequel on tira son fruit, le douzi\u00e8me\njour d\u2019Octobre. Elle mourut douze jours apr\u00e8s.\u201d But Echard again:\n\u201cContrary to the opinion of many writers,\u201d the queen \u201cdied twelve days\nafter the birth of this prince, having been well delivered, and without\nany incision, as others have maliciously reported.\u201d\n\n * * * * *\n\n\n A\n\n Communicated to Percy by the Dean of Derry, as written from memory\n by his mother, Mrs. Bernard, February, 1776.\n\n 1\n Queen Jane was in labour full six weeks and more,\n And the women were weary, and fain would give oer:\n \u2018O women, O women, as women ye be,\n Rip open my two sides, and save my baby!\u2019\n\n 2\n \u2018O royal Queen Jane, that thing may not be;\n We\u2019ll send for King Henry to come unto thee.\u2019\n King Henry came to her, and sate on her bed:\n \u2018What ails my dear lady, her eyes look so red?\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018O royal King Henry, do one thing for me:\n Rip open my two sides, and save my baby!\u2019\n \u2018O royal Queen Jane, that thing will not do;\n If I lose your fair body, I\u2019ll lose your baby too.\u2019\n\n 4\n She wept and she waild, and she wrung her hands sore;\n O the flour of England must flurish no more!\n She wept and she waild till she fell in a swoond,\n They opend her two sides, and the baby was found.\n\n 5\n The baby was christened with joy and much mirth,\n Whilst poor Queen Jane\u2019s body lay cold under earth:\n There was ringing and singing and mourning all day,\n The princess Eliz[abeth] went weeping away.\n\n 6\n The trumpets in mourning so sadly did sound,\n And the pikes and the muskets did trail on the ground.\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . . .\n\n\n B\n\n Kinloch\u2019s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 116.\n\n 1\n Queen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, traveld six weeks and more,\n Till women and midwives had quite gien her oer:\n \u2018O if ye were women as women should be,\n Ye would send for a doctor, a doctor to me.\u2019\n\n 2\n The doctor was called for and set by her bedside:\n \u2018What aileth thee, my ladie, thine eyes seem so red?\u2019\n \u2018O doctor, O doctor, will ye do this for me,\n To rip up my two sides, and save my babie?\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018Queen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, that\u2019s the thing I\u2019ll neer do,\n To rip up your two sides to save your babie:\u2019\n Queen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, traveld six weeks and more,\n Till midwives and doctors had quite gien her oer.\n\n 4\n \u2018O if ye were doctors as doctors should be,\n Ye would send for King Henry, King Henry to me:\u2019\n King Henry was called for, and sat by her bedside,\n \u2018What aileth thee, Jeanie? what aileth my bride?\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018King Henry, King Henry, will ye do this for me,\n To rip up my two sides, and save my babie?\u2019\n \u2018Queen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, that\u2019s what I\u2019ll never do,\n To rip up your two sides to save your babie.\u2019\n\n 6\n But with sighing and sobbing she\u2019s fallen in a swoon,\n Her side it was ript up, and her babie was found;\n At this bonie babie\u2019s christning there was meikle joy and mirth,\n But bonnie Queen Jeanie lies cold in the earth.\n\n 7\n Six and six coaches, and six and six more,\n And royal King Henry went mourning before;\n O two and two gentlemen carried her away,\n But royal King Henry went weeping away.\n\n 8\n O black were their stockings, and black were their bands,\n And black were the weapons they held in their hands;\n O black were their mufflers, and black were their shoes,\n And black were the cheverons they drew on their luves.\n\n 9\n They mourned in the kitchen, and they mournd in the ha,\n But royal King Henry mournd langest of a\u2019:\n Farewell to fair England, farewell for evermore!\n For the fair flower of England will never shine more.\n\n\n C\n\n #a.# Jamieson\u2019s Popular Ballads, I, 182; \u201cfrom two fragments, one\n transmitted from Arbroath and another from Edinburgh.\u201d #b.# Herd\u2019s\n MSS, I, 103.\n\n 1\n Queen Jeany has traveld for three days and more,\n Till the ladies were weary, and quite gave her oer:\n \u2018O ladies, O ladies, do this thing for me,\n To send for King Henry, to come and see me.\u2019\n\n 2\n King Henry was sent for, and sat by her bedside:\n \u2018Why weep you, Queen Jeany? your eyes are so red.\u2019\n \u2018O Henry, O Henry, do this one thing for me,\n Let my side straight be opend, and save my babie!\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018O Jeany, O Jeany, this never will do,\n It will leese thy sweet life, and thy young babie too.\u2019\n She wept and she wailed, till she fell in a swoon:\n Her side it was opened, the babie was found.\n\n 4\n Prince Edward was christened with joy and with mirth,\n But the flower of fair England lies cold in the earth.\n O black was King Henry, and black were his men,\n And black was the steed that King Henry rode on.\n\n 5\n And black were the ladies, and black were their fans,\n And black were the gloves that they wore on their hands,\n And black were the ribbands they wore on their heads,\n And black were the pages, and black were the maids.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 6\n The trumpets they sounded, the cannons did roar,\n But the flower of fair England shall flourish no more.\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . . .\n\n\n D\n\n Robert Bell\u2019s Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of\n England, p. 113; \u201ctaken down from the singing of a young gipsy girl,\n to whom it had descended orally through two generations.\u201d\n\n 1\n Queen Jane was in travail for six weeks or more,\n Till the women grew tired and fain would give oer:\n \u2018O women, O women, good wives if ye be,\n Go send for King Henrie, and bring him to me!\u2019\n\n 2\n King Henrie was sent for, he came with all speed,\n In a gownd of green velvet from heel to the head:\n \u2018King Henrie, King Henrie, if kind Henrie you be,\n Send for a surgeon, and bring him to me!\u2019\n\n 3\n The surgeon was sent for, he came with all speed,\n In a gownd of black velvet from heel to the head;\n He gave her rich caudle, but the death-sleep slept she,\n Then her right side was opened, and the babe was set free.\n\n 4\n The babe it was christened, and put out and nursed,\n While the royal Queen Jane she lay cold in the dust.\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . . .\n\n 5\n So black was the mourning, and white were the wands,\n Yellow, yellow the torches they bore in their hands;\n The bells they were muffled, and mournful did play,\n While the royal Queen Jane she lay cold in the clay.\n\n 6\n Six knights and six lords bore her corpse through the grounds,\n Six dukes followed after, in black mourning gownds;\n The flower of Old England was laid in cold clay,\n Whilst the royal King Henrie came weeping away.\n\n\n E\n\n Macmath MS., p. 68. \u201cFrom my aunt, Miss Jane Webster, 1886\u20131887. She\n learned it at Airds of Kells, Kirkcudbrightshire, over fifty years\n ago, from the singing of James Smith.\u201d\n\n 1\n \u2018Ye midwives and women-kind, do one thing for me;\n Send for my mother, to come and see me.\u2019\n\n 2\n Her mother was sent for, who came speedilie:\n \u2018O Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, are ye gaun to dee?\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018O mother, dear mother, do one thing for me;\n O send for King Henry, to come and see me.\u2019\n\n 4\n King Henry was sent for, who came speedilie:\n \u2018O Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, are ye gaun to dee?\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018King Henry, King Henry, do one thing for me;\n O send for a doctor, to come and see me.\u2019\n\n 6\n The doctor was sent for, who came speedilie:\n \u2018O Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, are ye gaun to dee?\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018O doctor, oh doctor, do one thing for me;\n Open my left side, and let my babe free.\u2019\n\n 8\n He opened her left side, and then all was oer,\n And the best flower in England will flourish no more.\n\n\n F\n\n Notes and Queries, Second Series, XI, 131; sung by an illiterate\n nursemaid \u201csome forty years since\u201d (1861).\n\n 1\n Queen Jane lies in labour six weeks or more,\n Till the women were tired, go see her no more:\n \u2018Oh women, oh women, if women you be,\n You\u2019ll send for King Henry, to come and see me.\n\n 2\n \u2018Oh King Henry, King Henry, if King Henry you be,\n You\u2019ll send for the doctor, to come and see me:\n Oh doctor, oh doctor, if a doctor you be,\n You\u2019ll open my right side, and save my baby.\u2019\n\n 3\n They churchd her, they chimed her, they dug her her grave,\n They buried her body, and christend her babe.\n\n\n G\n\n In pencil, in Motherwell\u2019s handwriting, inside of the cover of what\n appears to be a sketch of his Introduction to his Minstrelsy;\n communicated by Mr Macmath.\n\n 1\n Queen Jeanie was in labour full three days and more,\n Till a\u2019the good women was forced to gie her oer:\n \u2018O guide women, gude women, gude women,\u2019 quo she,\n \u2018Will ye send for King Henry, to come and see me?\u2019\n Wi weeping and wailing, lamenting full sore,\n That the flower of all Engl_and_ should flourish no more.\n\n 2\n K_ing_ H_enry_ was sent for, wh_o_ came in g_reat_ speed,\n Stand_ing_ weep_ing_ and wail_ing_ at Q_ueen_ Jeanie\u2019s bedside;\n Stand_ing_ weep_ing_ and wail_ing_, etc.\n\n 3\n \u2018O King H_enry_, Ki_ng_ H_enry_, K_ing_ H_enry_,\u2019 quo she,\n \u2018Will ye send for my mothe_r_....\n\n * * * * *\n\n#B.#\n\n 3^1, 5^3. do _is to be pronounced_ dee.\n\n#C. b.#\n\n _Only six lines_: 2^{3,4}, 4^{1,2}, 5^{1,2}\n\n 2^3. This thing.\n\n 2^4. Straight open my two sides: save your.\n\n 4^1. The babie was.\n\n 4^2. But royal Queen Jeany lay low.\n\n 5^1. Then black were their mournings.\n\n#E.#\n\n _The first seven stanzas taken down October 15, 1886, and the last\n sent on February 3, 1887._\n\n _24th March, 1887._ \u201cI can never remember them, sitting thinking\n about them. Yesterday I was humming away, not knowing what I\n was singing, until I sung this:\n\n 8\n He opened her left side, Queen Jeanie\u2019s life\u2019s oer,\n And the last rose of England will flourish no more.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n 171\n\n THOMAS CROMWELL\n\n Percy MS., p. 55; Hales and Furnivall, I, 129.\n\n\nJune 10, 1540, Thomas Lord Cromwell, \u201cwhen he least expected it,\u201d was\narrested at the council-table by the Duke of Norfolk for high-treason,\nand on the 28th of July following he was executed. Cromwell, says Lord\nHerbert of Cherbury, judged \u201chis perdition more certain that the duke\nwas uncle to the Lady Katherine Howard, whom the king began now to\naffect.\u201d Later writers[243] have asserted that Katherine Howard exerted\nherself to procure Cromwell\u2019s death, and we can understand nobody else\nbut her to be doing this in the third stanza of this fragment;\nnevertheless there is no authority for such a representation. The king\nhad no personal interview with the minister whom he so suddenly struck\ndown, but he did send the Duke of Norfolk and two others to visit\nCromwell in prison, for the purpose of extracting confessions pertaining\nto Anne of Cleves. Cromwell wrote a letter to the king, imploring the\nmercy which, as well as confession, he refuses in stanza five.\n\nPercy inserted in the Reliques, 1765, II, 58, a song against Cromwell,\nprinted in 1540, and apparently before his death, and he observes, 1767,\nII, 86, that there was a succession of seven or eight more, for and\nagainst, which were then preserved, and of course are still existing, in\nthe archives of the Antiquarian Society.\n\n\n * * * * *\n\n 1\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018Ffor if yo_u_r boone be askeable,\n Soone granted it shalbe:\n\n 2\n \u2018If it be not touching my crowne,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Nor hurting poore com_m_inaltye.\u2019\n \u2018Nay, it is not touching yo_u_r crowne,\u2019 shee sayes,\n \u2018Nor hurting poore cominaltye,\n\n 3\n \u2018But I begg the death of Tho_mas_ Cromwell,\n For a false traitor to you is hee.\u2019\n \u2018Then feitch me hither the Earle of Darby\n And the Earle of Shrewsbury,\n\n 4\n \u2018And bidde them bring Thomas Cromawell;\n Let\u2019s see what he can say to mee;\u2019\n For Thomas had woont to haue carryed his head vp,\n But now he hanges it vppon his knee.\n\n 5\n \u2018How now? How now?\u2019 the k_ing_ did say,\n \u2018Thomas, how is it w_i_th thee?\u2019\n \u2018Hanging and drawing, O k_ing_!\u2019 he saide;\n \u2018You shall neuer gett more from mee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n _Half of the page is gone before the beginning._\n\n 2^3. it it is.\n\n\n\n\n 172\n\n MUSSELBURGH FIELD\n\n \u2018Musleboorrowe ffeild,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 54; Hales and Furnivall, I, 123.\n\n\nThe Protector Somerset, to overcome or to punish the opposition of the\nScots to the marriage of Mary Stuart with Edward VI, invaded Scotland at\nthe end of the summer of 1547 with eighteen thousand men, supported by a\nfleet. The Scots mustered at Musselburgh, a town on the water five or\nsix miles east of Edinburgh, under the Earls of Arran, Angus, and\nHuntly, each of whom, according to Buchanan, had ten thousand men, and\nthere the issue was tried on the 10th of September. The northern army\nabandoned an impregnable position, and their superior, but ill-managed,\nand partly ill-composed, force, after successfully resisting a cavalry\ncharge, was put to flight by the English, who had an advantage in cannon\nand cavalry as well as generalship. A hideous slaughter followed; Leslie\nadmits that, in the chase and battle, there were slain above ten\nthousand of his countrymen. Patten, a Londoner who saw and described the\nfight, says that the one anxiety of the Scots was lest the English\nshould get away, and that they were so sure of victory that, the night\nbefore the battle, they fell \u201cto playing at dice for certain of our\nnoblemen and captains of fame\u201d (cf. stanza 3), as the French diced for\nprisoners on the eve of Agincourt. The dates are wrong in 1^{1,2}, 5^1;\nHuntly is rightly said to have been made prisoner, 7^1.\n\n6, 8. When the Scots were once turned, says Patten, \u201cit was a wonder to\nsee how soon and in how sundry sorts they were scattered; the place they\nstood on like a wood of staves, strewed on the ground as rushes in a\nchamber, unpassable, they lay so thick, for either horse or man.\u201d Some\nmade their course along the sands by the Frith, towards Leith; some\nstraight toward Edinburgh; \u201cand the residue, and (as we noted then) the\nmost, of them toward Dalkeith, which way, by means of the marsh, our\nhorsemen were worst able to follow.\u201d[244]\n\nThe battle is known also by the name of Pinkie or Pinkie Cleuch,\nappellations of an estate, a burn and a hill (\u201ca hill called\nPinkincleuche,\u201d Leslie), near or within the field of operations.\n\nPercy remarks upon 3^3: \u201cIt should seem from hence that there was\nsomewhat of a uniform among our soldiers even then.\u201d There are jackets\nwhite and red in No 166, 29^3. Sir William Stanley has ten thousand red\ncoats at his order in \u2018Lady Bessy,\u2019 vv 593, 809\u201311, 937 f, Percy MS.,\nIII, 344, 352, 358; Sir John Savage has fifteen hundred white hoods in\nthe same piece, v. 815.\n\n\n 1\n On the tenth day of December,\n And the fourth yeere of K_ing_ Edwards raigne,\n Att Musleboorrowe, as I remember,\n Two goodly hosts there mett on a plaine.\n\n 2\n All that night they camped there,\n Soe did the Scotts, both stout and stubborne;\n But \u201cwellaway,\u201d it was their song,\n For wee haue taken them in their owne turne.\n\n 3\n Over night they carded for our English mens coates;\n They fished before their netts were spunn;\n A white for sixpence, a red f_or_ two groates;\n Now wisdome wold haue stayed till they had been woone.\n\n 4\n Wee feared not but that they wold fight,\n Yett itt was turned vnto their owne paine;\n Thoe against one of vs _tha_t they were eight,\n Yett w_i_th their owne weapons wee did them beat.\n\n 5\n On the twelfth day in the morne\n The made a face as the wold fight,\n But many a proud Scott there was downe borne,\n And many a ranke coward was put to flight.\n\n 6\n But when they heard our great gunnes cracke,\n Then was their harts turned into their hose;\n They cast down their weapons, and turned their backes,\n They ran soe fast _tha_t the fell on their nose.\n\n 7\n The Lo_rd_ Huntley, wee had him there;\n W_i_th him hee brought ten thousand men,\n Yett, God bee thanked, wee made them such a banquett\n That none of them returned againe.\n\n 8\n Wee chased them to D[alkeith]\n\n * * * * *\n\n * * * * *\n\n 1^1. 10^{th}.\n\n 1^2. 4[th :].\n\n 1^4. 2.\n\n 2^1. all night that.\n\n 2^4. horne _may be the reading_, _instead_ of turne.\n\n 3^3. 6[d :] p_ro_ 2.\n\n 4^3. 8[t :].\n\n 5^1. 12[th :].\n\n 7^2. 10000.\n\n 8^1. _Half a page gone._\n\n\n\n\n 173\n\n MARY HAMILTON\n\n #A. a.# \u2018Marie Hamilton,\u2019 Sharp\u2019s Ballad Book, 1824, p. 18. #b.#\n Communicated by the late John Francis Campbell. #c.# Aungervyle\n Society\u2019s publications, No V, p. 18.\n\n #B.# \u2018Mary Hamilton,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 337; printed in part in\n Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. 313 ff.\n\n #C.# \u2018Mary Myles,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 265.\n\n #D.# \u2018Mary Hamilton,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 267; Motherwell\u2019s\n Minstrelsy, p. 316.\n\n #E.# \u2018Lady Maisry,\u2019 Buchan\u2019s MSS, II, 186; Buchan\u2019s Ballads of the\n North of Scotland, II, 190.\n\n #F.# Skene MS., p. 61.\n\n #G.# \u2018Mary Hamilton,\u2019 MS. of Scottish Songs and Ballads copied by a\n granddaughter of Lord Woodhouselee, p. 51.\n\n #H.# \u2018Mary Hamilton,\u2019 Kinloch\u2019s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 252.\n\n #I. a.# \u2018The Queen\u2019s Marie,\u2019 Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1833, III, 294. #b.#\n Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1802, II, 154, three stanzas.\n\n #J.# \u2018Marie Hamilton,\u2019 Harris MS., fol. 10 b.\n\n #K.# \u2018The Queen\u2019s Mary,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 96.\n\n #L.# \u2018Mary Hamilton,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 280.\n\n #M.# \u2018Mary Hamilton,\u2019 Maidment\u2019s North Countrie Garland, p. 19.\n Repeated in Buchan\u2019s Gleanings, p. 164.\n\n #N.# \u2018The Queen\u2019s Maries,\u2019 Murison MS., p. 33.\n\n #O.# \u2018The Queen\u2019s Marie,\u2019 Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, I, xix.\n\n #P.# Kinloch MSS, VII, 95, 97; Kinloch\u2019s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p.\n 252.\n\n #Q.# \u2018Queen\u2019s Marie,\u2019 Letters from and to Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe,\n ed. Allardyce, II, 272, two stanzas.\n\n #R.# Burns, Letter to Mrs Dunlop, 25 January, 1790, Currie, II, 290,\n 1800, one stanza.\n\n\nThe scene is at the court of Mary Stuart, #A-N#, #Q#. The unhappy\nheroine is one of the queen\u2019s Four Maries, #A a# 18, #b# 14, #c# 1, 18,\n23, #B# 19, #D# 21, #F# 3, 12, #G# 16, #H# 18, #I# 19, #J# 8, 10, #K# 8,\n#M# 7, #N# 1; Mary Hamilton, #A a# 1, #b# 2, #c# 2, #B# 3, #D# 8, #G# 1,\n#H# 4, #I# 1, #J# 6; Lady Mary, #F# 5, 6; Mary Mild, Myle, #C# 5, #M# 1,\n#N# 1, also #A c# 6, Moil, #O#, but Lady Maisry, #E# 6. She gangs wi\nbairn; it is to the highest Stewart of a\u2019, #A a# 1, #A c# 2, #B# 3, #C#\n5; cf. #D# 3, #G# 1\u20133, #I# 1\u20136, #L# 9, #P# 1. She goes to the garden to\npull the leaf off the tree, in a vain hope to be free of the babe, #C#\n3; it is the savin-tree, #D# 4, the deceivin-tree, #N# 3, the Abbey-tree\n(and pulled by the king), #I# 6.[245] She rolls the bairn in her apron,\nhandkerchief, and throws it in the sea, #A a# 3, #A b# 3, #A c# 4, #C#\n4, #D# 5, 9, #I# 7, #K# 2, 4, #L# 5 (inconsistently), #O# 3; cf. #B# 7.\nThe queen asks where the babe is that she has heard greet, #A a# 4, #b#\n4, #c# 6, #B# 4, 6, #C# 6, #D# 6, 8, #E# 6, 7, #F# 6, #G# 5, #H# 5, #I#\n9, #J# 3, #L# 1, #M# 1; there is no babe, it was a stitch in the side,\ncolic, #A a# 5, #b# 5, #c# 7, #B# 5, #C# 7, #D# 7, #E# 8, #F# 7, #G# 6,\n#H# 6, #I# 10, #J# 4, #L# 2, #M# 2; search is made and the child found\nin the bed, dead, #E# 9, #F# 9, #H# 7, #J# 5, #L# 4, #M# 4 (and #A c# 8\ninconsistently). The queen bids Mary make ready to go to Edinburgh (_i.\ne._, from Holyrood), #A a# 6, #A b# 6, #A c# 10, #C# 8, #D# 11, #E# 10,\n#F# 12, #H# 8, #I# 11. The purpose is concealed in #A#, #a#, #b#, #c#,\nand for the best effect should be concealed, or at least simulated, as\nin #B#, #D#, #G#, #I#, where a wedding is the pretence, Mary Hamilton\u2019s\nown wedding in #D#. The queen directs Mary to put on black or brown, #A\na# 6, #A b# 6, #A c# 10; she will not put on black or brown, but white,\ngold, red, to shine through Edinburgh town, #A a# 7, #A b# 7, #A c# 11,\n#B# 9, #C# 9, #D# 13, #E# 11, #H# 10, #K# 6, #N# 5, #O# 5. When she went\nup the Canongate, #A a# 8, #b# 8, #c# 13, #L# 6, up the Parliament\nstair, #A a# 9, #b# 9, #c# 14, #D# 16, up the Tolbooth stair, #C# 12,\n#E# 14, #H# 15, #I# 17, came to the Netherbow Port, #G# 10, #I# 18, #M#\n6, she laughed loudly or lightly, #A a# 8, #b# 8, #c# 13, #D# 16, #E#\n14, #G# 10, #H# 15, #I# 18, #L# 6, #M# 6; the heel, lap, came off her\nshoe, #A a# 9, #b# 9, #c# 14, #C# 12, the corks from her heels did flee,\n#I# 17; but ere she came down again she was condemned to die, #A a# 9,\n#b# 9, #c# 14, #C# 12, #D# 16, #E# 14, #H# 15, #I# 17; but when she\nreached the gallows-foot, #G# 10, #I# 18, #M# 6, ere she came to the\nCowgate Head, #L# 6, when she came down the Canongate, #A a# 8, #b# 8,\n#c# 13, the tears blinded her eyes. She calls for a bottle of wine, that\nshe may drink to her well-wishers and they may drink to her, #A a# 12,\n#b# 10, #c# 17, #B# 14; cf. #D# 19, 20, #G# 13. She adjures sailors,\ntravellers, not to let her father and mother get wit what death she is\nto die, #A a# 14, #b# 12, #c# 19, #B# 15, #C# 13, #D# 20, #F# 15, #G#\n13, #H# 21, #I# 23, #L# 7, #M# 8, or know but that she is coming home,\n#A a# 13, #b# 11, #B# 16, #C# 14, #D# 19, #E# 15, #F# 16, #G# 14, #H#\n20, #I# 22, #L# 8. Little did her mother think when she cradled her\n(brought her from home, #F# 18) what lands she would travel and what end\nshe would come to, #A a# 15, #c# 21, #B# 17, 18, #C# 15, #D# 17, #G# 15,\n#I# 25, #J# 9, #N# 9, #R#; as little her father, when he held her up, #A\na# 16, #c# 22, #C# 16, brought her over the sea, #F# 17. Yestreen the\nqueen had four Maries, to-night she\u2019ll have but three (see above);\nyestreen she washed Queen Mary\u2019s feet, etc., and the gallows is her\nreward to-day, #A a# 17, #b# 13, #B# 20, #C# 17, #G# 11, 12, #H# 19, #I#\n20, 21, #N# 8.\n\nIt is impossible to weave all the versions into an intelligible and\nharmonious story. In #E# 10, #F# 12, #H# 8 the intention to bring Mary\nto trial is avowed, and in #A c# 9, #B# 8^{5,6}, #F# 10, #K# 5, #M# 5\nshe is threatened with death. In #D# 12, #H# 9, #J# 7, #N# 4, the queen\nis made to favor, and not inhibit, gay colors. Mary may laugh when she\ngoes up the Parliament stair, but not when she goes up the Tolbooth\nstair. She goes up the Canongate to the Parliament House to be tried,\nbut she would not go down the Canongate again, the Tolbooth being in the\nHigh Street, an extension of the Canongate, and the Parliament House in\nthe rear. The tears and alaces and ohones as Mary goes by, #A a# 10, #c#\n15, #B# 10, #C# 10, #D# 14, #E# 12, #F# 13, #H# 11, #I# 16, are a\nsufficiently effective incident as long as Mary is represented to be\nunsuspicious of her doom, as she is in #D# 15, #G# 9, #I# 15, 16; but in\n#A a# 11, #c# 16, #B# 11, #C# 11, #H# 12, 22, she forbids condolement,\nbecause she deserves to die for killing her babe, which reduces this\npassage to commonplace. Much better, if properly introduced, would be\nthe desperate ejaculation, Seek never grace at a graceless face! which\nwe find in #E# 13, #F# 14, #H# 13, #N# 7.\n\nAt the end of #B# the king tells Mary Hamilton to come down from the\nscaffold, but she scorns life after having been put to public shame. So\nin #D#, with queen for king.\n\nIn #A a# 4, #b# 4, 13, #G# 5 the queen is \u201cthe auld queen,\u201d and yet Mary\nStuart.\n\n#E#, from 16, #F#, from 19, are borrowed from No 95, \u2018The Maid freed\nfrom the Gallows:\u2019 see II, 346. #G# 8 (and #I# 13, taken from #G#) is\nderived from \u2018Lord Thomas and Fair Annet,\u2019 #D a# 11, #e# 10, #g# 11: see\nII, 187, 196, 197. The rejection of black and brown, #A# 7, #C# 9, #D#\n13, etc., or of green, #K# 6, is found in the same ballad, #C# 10, #E#\n16, #F# 12, 15, etc., #B# 20. #B# 21 is perhaps from \u2018The Laird of\nWaristoun:\u2019 see further on, #A# 9, #B# 10, #C# 4. #I# 12, 14 look like a\nsouvenir of \u2018Fair Janet,\u2019 No 64.\n\nThere are not a few spurious passages. Among these are the extravagance\nof the queen\u2019s bursting in the door, #F# 8; the platitude, of menial\nstamp, that the child, if saved, might have been an honor to the mother,\n#D# 10, #L# 3, #O# 4; the sentimentality of #H# 3, 16.\n\nAllan Cunningham has put the essential incidents of the story into a\nrational order, that of #A#, for example, with less than usual of his\nglistering and saccharine phraseology: Songs of Scotland, I, 348.\nAytoun\u2019s language is not quite definite with regard to the copy which he\ngives at II, 45, ed. 1859: it is, however, made up from versions\npreviously printed.\n\nWhen Mary Stuart was sent to France in 1548, she being then between five\nand six, she had for companions \u201csundry gentlewomen and noblemen\u2019s sons\nand daughters, almost of her own age, of the which there were four in\nspecial of whom every one of them bore the same name of Mary, being of\nfour sundry honorable houses, to wit, Fleming, Livingston, Seton, and\nBeaton of Creich; who remained all four with the queen in France during\nher residence there, and returned again in Scotland with her Majesty in\nthe year of our Lord 1561:\u201d Lesley, History of Scotland, 1830, p. 209.\nWe still hear of the Four Maries in 1564, Calendar of State Papers\n(Foreign), VII, 213, 230; cited by Burton, IV, 107. The ballad\nsubstitutes Mary Hamilton and Mary Carmichael for Mary Livingston and\nMary Fleming; but #F# 3, 12 has Livingston. #N#, of late recitation, has\nHeaton for Seton and Michel for Carmichael.\n\n#D# 4, etc. In \u2018Tam Lin,\u2019 No 39, Janet pulls the rose to kill or scathe\naway her babe; #A# 19, 20, #F# 8, #I# 24, 25 (probably repeated from\n#A#). In #G# 18, 19, the herb of 15 and the rose of 17 becomes the pile\nof the gravil green, or of the gravil gray; in #H# 5, 6 Janet pulls an\nunspecified flower or herb (I, 341 ff).\n\nWe have had in \u2018The Twa Brothers,\u2019 No 49, a passage like that in which\nMary begs sailors and travellers not to let her parents know that she is\nnot coming home; and other ballads, Norse, Breton, Romaic, and Slavic,\nwhich present a similar trait, are noted at I, 436 f, II, 14. To these\nmay be added Passow, p. 400, No 523; Jeannaraki, p. 116, No 118;\nSakellarios, p. 98, No 31; Puymaigre, 1865, p. 62, Bujeaud, II, 210\n(Liebrecht); also Guillon, p. 107, Nigra, No 27, #A, B#, pp. 164, 166,\nand many copies of \u2018Le D\u00e9serteur,\u2019 and some of \u2018Le Plongeur,\u2019 \u2018La ronde\ndu Battoir.\u2019\n\nScott thought that the ballad took its rise from an incident related by\nKnox as occurring in \u201cthe beginning of the regiment of Mary, Queen of\nScots.\u201d \u201cIn the very time of the General Assembly,\u201d says Knox, \u201cthere\ncomes to public knowledge a heinous murder committed in the court, yea,\nnot far from the queen\u2019s own lap; for a French woman that served in the\nqueen\u2019s chamber had played the whore with the queen\u2019s own apothecary.\nThe woman conceived and bare a child, whom, with common consent, the\nfather and the mother murdered. Yet were the cries of a new-born bairn\nheard; search was made, the child and mother was both deprehended, and\nso were both the man and the woman damned to be hanged upon the public\nstreet of Edinburgh.\u201d[246] \u201cIt will readily strike the reader,\u201d says\nScott, \u201cthat the tale has suffered great alterations, as handed down by\ntradition; the French waiting-woman being changed into Mary Hamilton,\nand the queen\u2019s apothecary[247] into Henry Darnley. Yet this is less\nsurprising when we recollect that one of the heaviest of the queen\u2019s\ncomplaints against her ill-fated husband was his infidelity, and that\neven with her personal attendants.\u201d This General Assembly, however, met\nDecember 25, 1563, and since Darnley did not come to Scotland until\n1565, a tale of 1563, or of 1563\u20134, leaves him unscathed.\n\nCharles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, in his preface to #A#, Ballad Book, 1824, p.\n18, observes: \u201cIt is singular that during the reign of the Czar Peter,\none of his empress\u2019s attendants, a Miss Hamilton, was executed for the\nmurder of a natural child.... I cannot help thinking that the two\nstories have been confused in the ballad, for if Marie Hamilton was\nexecuted in Scotland, it is not likely that her relations resided beyond\nseas; and we have no proof that Hamilton was really the name of the\nwoman who made a slip with the queen\u2019s apothecary.\u201d Sharpe afterwards\ncommunicated details of the story[248] to Scott, who found in them \u201ca\nvery odd coincidence in name, crime and catastrophe;\u201d Minstrelsy, 1833,\nIII, 296, note. But Sharpe became convinced \u201cthat the Russian tragedy\nmust be the original\u201d (note in Laing\u2019s edition of the Ballad Book, 1880,\np. 129); and this opinion is the only tenable one, however surprising it\nmay be or seem that, as late as the eighteenth century, the popular\ngenius, helped by nothing but a name, should have been able so to\nfashion and color an episode in the history of a distant country as to\nmake it fit very plausibly into the times of Mary Stuart.\n\nThe published accounts of the affair of the Russian Mary Hamilton differ\nto much the same degree as some versions of the Scottish ballad. The\nsubject has fortunately been reviewed in a recent article founded on\noriginal and authentic documents.[249]\n\nWhen the Hamiltons first came to Russia does not appear. Artemon\nSergheievitch Matveief, a distinguished personage, minister and friend\nof the father of Peter the Great, married a Hamilton, of a Scottish\nfamily settled at Moscow, after which the Hamilton family ranked with\nthe aristocracy. The name of Mary\u2019s father, whether William or Daniel,\nis uncertain, but it is considered safe to say that she was niece to\nAndrei Artemonovitch Matveief, son of the Tsar Alexei\u2019s friend. Mary\nHamilton was created maid-of-honor to the Empress Catharine chiefly on\naccount of her beauty. Many of Catharine\u2019s attendants were foreigners;\nnot all were of conspicuous families, but Peter required that they\nshould all be remarkably handsome. Mary had enjoyed the special favor of\nthe Tsar, but incurred his anger by setting afloat a report that\nCatharine had a habit of eating wax, which produced pimples on her face.\nThe empress spoke to her about this slander; Mary denied that she was\nthe author of it; Catharine boxed her ears, and she acknowledged the\noffence. Mary Hamilton had been having an amour with Ivan Orlof, a\nhandsome aide-de-camp of Tsar Peter, and while she was under the\ndispleasure of her master and mistress, the body of a child was found in\na well, wrapped in a court-napkin. Orlof, being sent for by Peter on\naccount of a missing paper, thought that his connection with Mary had\nbeen discovered, and in his confusion let words escape him which Peter\nput to use in tracing the origin of the child. The guilt was laid at\nMary\u2019s door; she at first denied the accusation, but afterwards made a\nconfession, exonerating Orlof, however, from all participation in the\ndeath of the babe; and indeed it was proved that he had not even known\nof its birth till the information came to him in the way of\ncourt-gossip. Both were sent to the Petropaulovsk fortress, Orlof on\nApril 4, Mary on April 10, 1718. Orlof was afterwards discharged without\npunishment. Mary, after being twice subjected to torture, under which\nshe confessed to having previously destroyed two children,[250] was\ncondemned to death November 27, 1718, and executed on March 14, 1719,\nthe Tsar attending. She had attired herself in white silk, with black\nribbons, hoping thereby to touch Peter\u2019s heart. She fell on her knees\nand implored a pardon. But a law against the murder of illegitimate\nchildren had recently been promulgated afresh and in terms of extreme\nseverity. Peter turned aside and whispered something to the executioner;\nthose present thought he meant to show grace, but it was an order to the\nheadsman to do his office. The Tsar picked up Mary\u2019s head and kissed it,\nmade a little discourse on the anatomy of it to the spectators, kissed\nit again, and threw it down. That beautiful head is said to have been\nkept in spirits for some sixty years at the Academy of Sciences in St\nPetersburg.\n\nIt will be observed that this adventure at the Russian court presents\nevery material feature in the Scottish ballad, and even some subordinate\nones which may or may not have been derived from report, may or may not\nhave been the fancy-work of singers or reciters. We have the very name,\nMary Hamilton; she is a maid-of-honor; she has, as some versions run, an\nintrigue with the king, and has a child, which she destroys; she rolls\nthe child in a napkin and throws it into a well (rolls the child in her\nhandkerchief, apron, and throws it in the sea); she is charged with the\nfact and denies; according to some versions, search is made and\noverwhelming proof discovered;[251] she is tried and condemned to die;\nshe finds no grace. The appeal to sailors and travellers in the ballad\nshows that Mary Hamilton dies in a foreign land\u2014not that of her\nancestors. The king\u2019s coming by in #B# 22 (cf. #D# 22, 23) may possibly\nbe a reminiscence of the Tsar\u2019s presence at the execution, and Mary\u2019s\ndressing herself in white, etc., to shine through Edinburgh town a\ntransformation of Mary\u2019s dressing herself in white to move the Tsar\u2019s\npity at the last moment; but neither of these points need be insisted\non.\n\nThere is no trace of an admixture of the Russian story with that of the\nFrench woman and the queen\u2019s apothecary, and no ballad about the French\nwoman is known to have existed.\n\nWe first hear of the Scottish ballad in 1790, when a stanza is quoted in\na letter of Robert Burns (see #R#). So far as I know, but one date can\nbe deduced from the subject-matter of the ballad; the Netherbow Port is\nstanding in #G#, #I#, #M#, and this gate was demolished in 1764. The\nballad must therefore have arisen between 1719 and 1764. It is\nremarkable that one of the very latest of the Scottish popular ballads\nshould be one of the very best.\n\n\n#I a# is translated by Gerhard, p. 149; Aytoun\u2019s ballad by Knortz,\nSchottische Balladen, p. 76, No 24.\n\n\n A\n\n #a.# Sharpe\u2019s Ballad Book, 1824, p. 18. #b.# Communicated by the\n late John Francis Campbell, as learned from his father about 1840.\n #c.# Aungervyle Society\u2019s publications, No V, p. 5 (First Series, p.\n 85); \u201ctaken down early in the present century from the lips of an\n old lady in Annandale.\u201d\n\n 1\n Word\u2019s gane to the kitchen,\n And word\u2019s gane to the ha,\n That Marie Hamilton gangs wi bairn\n To the hichest Stewart of a\u2019.\n\n 2\n He\u2019s courted her in the kitchen,\n He\u2019s courted her in the ha,\n He\u2019s courted her in the laigh cellar,\n And that was warst of a\u2019.\n\n 3\n She\u2019s tyed it in her apron\n And she\u2019s thrown it in the sea;\n Says, Sink ye, swim ye, bonny wee babe!\n You\u2019l neer get mair o me.\n\n 4\n Down then cam the auld queen,\n Goud tassels tying her hair:\n \u2018O Marie, where\u2019s the bonny wee babe\n That I heard greet sae sair?\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018There never was a babe intill my room,\n As little designs to be;\n It was but a touch o my sair side,\n Come oer my fair bodie.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018O Marie, put on your robes o black,\n Or else your robes o brown,\n For ye maun gang wi me the night,\n To see fair Edinbro town.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018I winna put on my robes o black,\n Nor yet my robes o brown;\n But I\u2019ll put on my robes o white,\n To shine through Edinbro town.\u2019\n\n 8\n When she gaed up the Cannogate,\n She laughd loud laughters three;\n But whan she cam down the Cannogate\n The tear blinded her ee.\n\n 9\n When she gaed up the Parliament stair,\n The heel cam aff her shee;\n And lang or she cam down again\n She was condemnd to dee.\n\n 10\n When she cam down the Cannogate,\n The Cannogate sae free,\n Many a ladie lookd oer her window,\n Weeping for this ladie.\n\n 11\n \u2018Ye need nae weep for me,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Ye need nae weep for me;\n For had I not slain mine own sweet babe,\n This death I wadna dee.\n\n 12\n \u2018Bring me a bottle of wine,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018The best that eer ye hae,\n That I may drink to my weil-wishers,\n And they may drink to me.\n\n 13\n \u2018Here\u2019s a health to the jolly sailors,\n That sail upon the main;\n Let them never let on to my father and mother\n But what I\u2019m coming hame.\n\n 14\n \u2018Here\u2019s a health to the jolly sailors,\n That sail upon the sea;\n Let them never let on to my father and mother\n That I cam here to dee.\n\n 15\n \u2018Oh little did my mother think,\n The day she cradled me,\n What lands I was to travel through,\n What death I was to dee.\n\n 16\n \u2018Oh little did my father think,\n The day he held up me,\n What lands I was to travel through,\n What death I was to dee.\n\n 17\n \u2018Last night I washd the queen\u2019s feet,\n And gently laid her down;\n And a\u2019the thanks I\u2019ve gotten the nicht\n To be hangd in Edinbro town!\n\n 18\n \u2018Last nicht there was four Maries,\n The nicht there\u2019l be but three;\n There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beton,\n And Marie Carmichael, and me.\u2019\n\n\n B\n\n Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 337.\n\n 1\n There were ladies, they lived in a bower,\n And oh but they were fair!\n The youngest o them is to the king\u2019s court,\n To learn some unco lair.\n\n 2\n She hadna been in the king\u2019s court\n A twelve month and a day,\n Till of her they could get na wark,\n For wantonness and play.\n\n 3\n Word is to the kitchen gane,\n And word is to the ha,\n And word is up to Madame the Queen,\n And that is warst of a\u2019,\n That Mary Hamilton has born a bairn,\n To the hichest Stewart of a\u2019.\n\n 4\n \u2018O rise, O rise, Mary Hamilton,\n O rise, and tell to me\n What thou did with thy sweet babe\n We sair heard weep by thee.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018Hold your tongue, madame,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And let your folly be;\n It was a shouir o sad sickness\n Made me weep sae bitterlie.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018O rise, O rise, Mary Hamilton,\n O rise, and tell to me\n What thou did with thy sweet babe\n We sair heard weep by thee.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018I put it in a piner-pig,\n And set it on the sea;\n I bade it sink, or it might swim,\n It should neer come hame to me.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018O rise, O rise, Mary Hamilton,\n Arise, and go with me;\n There is a wedding in Glasgow town\n This day we\u2019ll go and see.\u2019\n\n 9\n She put not on her black clothing,\n She put not on her brown,\n But she put on the glistering gold,\n To shine thro Edinburgh town.\n\n 10\n As they came into Edinburgh town,\n The city for to see,\n The bailie\u2019s wife and the provost\u2019s wife\n Said, Och an alace for thee!\n\n 11\n \u2018Gie never alace for me,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Gie never alace for me;\n It\u2019s all for the sake of my poor babe,\n This death that I maun die.\u2019\n\n 12\n As they gaed up the Tolbuith stair,\n The stair it was sae hie,\n The bailie\u2019s son and the provost\u2019s son\n Said, Och an alace for thee!\n\n 13\n \u2018Gie never alace for me,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Gie never alace for me!\n It\u2019s all for the sake of my puir babe,\n This death that I maun die.\n\n 14\n \u2018But bring to me a cup,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018A cup bot and a can,\n And I will drink to all my friends,\n And they ll drink to me again.\n\n 15\n \u2018Here\u2019s to you all, travellers,\n Who travels by land or sea;\n Let na wit to my father nor mother\n The death that I must die.\n\n 16\n \u2018Here\u2019s to you all, travellers,\n That travels on dry land;\n Let na wit to my father nor mother\n But I am coming hame.\n\n 17\n \u2018Little did my mother think,\n First time she cradled me,\n What land I was to travel on,\n Or what death I would die.\n\n 18\n \u2018Little did my mother think,\n First time she tied my head,\n What land I was to tread upon,\n Or whare I would win my bread.\n\n 19\n \u2018Yestreen Queen Mary had four Maries,\n This night she\u2019ll hae but three;\n She had Mary Seaton, and Mary Beaton,\n And Mary Carmichael, and me.\n\n 20\n \u2018Yestreen I wush Queen Mary\u2019s feet,\n And bore her till her bed;\n This day she\u2019s given me my reward,\n This gallows-tree to tread.\n\n 21\n \u2018Cast off, cast off my goun,\u2019 she said.\n \u2018But let my petticoat be,\n And tye a napkin on my face,\n For that gallows I downa see.\u2019\n\n 22\n By and cum the king himsell,\n Lookd up with a pitiful ee:\n \u2018Come down, come down, Mary Hamilton,\n This day thou wilt dine with me.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Hold your tongue, my sovereign leige,\n And let your folly be;\n An ye had a mind to save my life,\n Ye should na shamed me here.\u2019\n\n\n C\n\n Motherwell\u2019s MS. p. 265; from Mrs Crum, Dumbarton, 7 April, 1825.\n\n 1\n There lived a lord into the west,\n And he had dochters three,\n And the youngest o them is to the king\u2019s court,\n To learn some courtesie.\n\n 2\n She was not in the king\u2019s court\n A twelvemonth and a day,\n Till she was neither able to sit nor gang,\n Wi the gaining o some play.\n\n 3\n She went to the garden,\n To pull the leaf aff the tree,\n To tak this bonnie babe frae her breast,\n But alas it would na do!\n\n 4\n She rowed it in her handkerchief,\n And threw it in the sea:\n \u2018O sink ye, swim ye, wee wee babe!\n Ye\u2019ll get nae mair o me.\u2019\n\n 5\n Word is to the kitchen gane,\n And word is to the ha,\n That Mary Myle she goes wi child\n To the highest Steward of a\u2019.\n\n 6\n Down and came the queen hersell,\n The queen hersell so free:\n \u2018O Mary Myle, whare is the child\n That I heard weep for thee?\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018O hold your tongue now, Queen,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018O hold your tongue so free!\n For it was but a shower o the sharp sickness,\n I was almost like to die.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018O busk ye, busk ye, Mary Myle,\n O busk, and go wi me;\n O busk ye, busk ye, Mary Mile,\n It\u2019s Edinburgh town to see.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018I\u2019ll no put on my robes o black,\n No nor yet my robes [o] brown;\n But I\u2019ll put on my golden weed,\n To shine thro Edinburgh town.\u2019\n\n 10\n When she went up the Cannongate-side,\n The Cannongate-side so free,\n Oh there she spied some ministers\u2019 lads,\n Crying Och and alace for me!\n\n 11\n \u2018Dinna cry och and alace for me!\n Dinna cry o[c]h and alace for me!\n For it\u2019s all for the sake of my innocent babe\n That I come here to die.\u2019\n\n 12\n When she went up the Tolbooth-stair,\n The lap cam aff her shoe;\n Before that she came down again,\n She was condemned to die.\n\n 13\n \u2018O all you gallant sailors,\n That sail upon the sea,\n Let neither my father nor mother know\n The death I am to die!\n\n 14\n \u2018O all you gallant sailors,\n That sail upon the faem,\n Let neither my father nor mother know\n But I am coming hame!\n\n 15\n \u2018Little did my mother know,\n The hour that she bore me,\n What lands I was to travel in,\n What death I was to die.\n\n 16\n \u2018Little did my father know,\n When he held up my head,\n What lands I was to travel in,\n What was to be my deid.\n\n 17\n \u2018Yestreen I made Queen Mary\u2019s bed,\n Kembed doun her yellow hair;\n Is this the reward I am to get,\n To tread this gallows-stair!\u2019\n\n\n D\n\n Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 267; from the recitation of Miss Nancy Hamilton\n and Mrs Gentles, January, 1825.\n\n 1\n There lives a knight into the north,\n And he had daughters three;\n The ane of them was a barber\u2019s wife,\n The other a gay ladie.\n\n 2\n And the youngest of them is to Scotland gane,\n The queen\u2019s Mary to be,\n And a\u2019that they could say or do,\n Forbidden she woudna be.\n\n 3\n The prince\u2019s bed it was sae saft,\n The spices they were sae fine,\n That out of it she couldna lye\n While she was scarse fifteen.\n\n 4\n She\u2019s gane to the garden gay\n To pu of the savin tree;\n But for a\u2019that she could say or do,\n The babie it would not die.\n\n 5\n She\u2019s rowed it in her handkerchief,\n She threw it in the sea;\n Says, Sink ye, swim ye, my bonnie babe!\n For ye\u2019ll get nae mair of me.\n\n 6\n Queen Mary came tripping down the stair,\n Wi the gold strings in her hair:\n \u2018O whare\u2019s the little babie,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018That I heard greet sae sair? \u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018O hold your tongue, Queen Mary, my dame,\n Let all those words go free!\n It was mysell wi a fit o the sair colic,\n I was sick just like to die.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018O hold your tongue, Mary Hamilton,\n Let all those words go free!\n O where is the little babie\n That I heard weep by thee?\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018I rowed it in my handkerchief,\n And threw it in the sea;\n I bade it sink, I bade it swim,\n It would get nae mair o me.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018O wae be to thee, Marie Hamilton,\n And an ill deid may you die!\n For if ye had saved the babie\u2019s life\n It might hae been an honour to thee.\n\n 11\n \u2018Busk ye, busk ye, Marie Hamilton,\n O busk ye to be a bride!\n For I am going to Edinburgh toun,\n Your gay wedding to bide.\n\n 12\n \u2018You must not put on your robes of black,\n Nor yet your robes of brown;\n But you must put on your yellow gold stuffs,\n To shine thro Edinburgh town.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018I will not put on my robes of black,\n Nor yet my robes of brown;\n But I will put on my yellow gold stuffs,\n To shine thro Edinburgh town.\u2019\n\n 14\n As she went up the Parliament Close,\n A riding on her horse,\n There she saw many a cobler\u2019s lady,\n Sat greeting at the cross.\n\n 15\n \u2018O what means a\u2019 this greeting?\n I\u2019m sure its nae for me;\n For I\u2019m come this day to Edinburgh town\n Weel wedded for to be.\u2019\n\n 16\n When she gade up the Parliament stair,\n She gied loud lauchters three;\n But ere that she came down again,\n She was condemned to die.\n\n 17\n \u2018O little did my mother think,\n The day that she prinned my gown,\n That I was to come sae far frae hame\n To be hangid in Edinburgh town.\n\n 18\n \u2018O what\u2019ll my poor father think,\n As he comes thro the town,\n To see the face of his Molly fair\n Hanging on the gallows-pin!\n\n 19\n \u2018Here\u2019s a health to the marineres,\n That plough the raging main!\n Let neither my mother nor father know\n But I\u2019m coming hame again!\n\n 20\n \u2018Here\u2019s a health to the sailors,\n That sail upon the sea!\n Let neither my mother nor father ken\n That I came here to die!\n\n 21\n \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\n This night she\u2019ll hae but three;\n There was Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,\n And Mary Carmichael, and me.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018O hald your tongue, Mary Hamilton,\n Let all those words go free!\n This night eer ye be hanged\n Ye shall gang hame wi me.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018O hald your tongue, Queen Mary, my dame,\n Let all those words go free!\n For since I have come to Edinburgh toun,\n It\u2019s hanged I shall be,\n And it shall neer be said that in your court\n I was condemned to die.\u2019\n\n\n E\n\n Buchan\u2019s MSS, II, 186.\n\n 1\n \u2018My father was the Duke of York,\n My mother a lady free,\n Mysell a dainty damsell,\n Queen Mary sent for me.\n\n 2\n \u2018Yestreen I washd Queen Mary\u2019s feet,\n Kam\u2019d down her yellow hair,\n And lay a\u2019night in the young man\u2019s bed,\n And I\u2019ll rue t for evermair.\n\n 3\n The queen\u2019s kale was aye sae het,\n Her spice was aye sae fell,\n Till they gart me gang to the young man\u2019s bed,\n And I\u2019d a\u2019the wyte mysell.\n\n 4\n \u2018I was not in the queen\u2019s service\n A twelvemonth but barely ane,\n Ere I grew as big wi bairn\n As ae woman could gang.\n\n 5\n \u2018But it fell ance upon a day,\n Was aye to be it lane,\n I did take strong travilling\n As ever yet was seen.\u2019\n\n 6\n Ben it came the queen hersell,\n Was a\u2019 gowd to the hair;\n \u2018O where\u2019s the bairn, Lady Maisry,\n That I heard greeting sair?\u2019\n\n 7\n Ben it came the queen hersell,\n Was a\u2019 gowd to the chin:\n \u2018O where\u2019s the bairn, Lady Maisry,\n That I heard late yestreen.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018There is no bairn here,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Nor never thinks to be;\n \u2019Twas but a stoun o sair sickness\n That ye heard seizing me.\u2019\n\n 9\n They sought it out, they sought it in,\n They sought it but and ben,\n But between the bolster and the bed\n They got the baby slain.\n\n 10\n \u2018Come busk ye, busk ye, Lady Maisdry,\n Come busk, an go with me;\n For I will on to Edinburgh,\n And try the verity.\u2019\n\n 11\n She woud not put on the black, the black,\n Nor yet wad she the brown,\n But the white silk and the red scarlet,\n That shin\u2019d frae town to town.\n\n 12\n As she gaed down thro Edinburgh town\n The burghers\u2019 wives made meen,\n That sic a dainty damsel\n Sud ever hae died for sin.\n\n 13\n \u2018Make never meen for me,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Make never meen for me;\n Seek never grace frae a graceless face,\n For that ye\u2019ll never see.\u2019\n\n 14\n As she gaed up the Tolbooth stair,\n A light laugh she did gie;\n But lang ere she came down again\n She was condemned to die.\n\n 15\n \u2018A\u2019 you that are in merchants-ships,\n And cross the roaring faem,\n Hae nae word to my father and mother,\n But that I\u2019m coming hame.\n\n 16\n \u2018Hold your hands, ye justice o peace,\n Hold them a little while!\n For yonder comes my father and mother,\n That\u2019s travelld mony a mile.\n\n 17\n \u2018Gie me some o your gowd, parents,\n Some o your white monie,\n To save me frae the head o yon hill,\n Yon greenwood gallows-tree.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018Ye\u2019ll get nane o our gowd, daughter,\n Nor nane o our white monie;\n For we hae travelld mony a mile,\n This day to see you die.\u2019\n\n 19\n \u2018Hold your hands, ye justice o peace,\n Hold them a little while!\n For yonder comes him Warenston,\n The father of my chile.\n\n 20\n \u2018Give me some o your gowd, Warenston,\n Some o your white monie,\n To save me frae the head o yon hill,\n Yon greenwood gallows-tree.\u2019\n\n 21\n \u2018I bade you nurse my bairn well,\n And nurse it carefullie,\n And gowd shoud been your hire, Maisry,\n And my body your fee.\u2019\n\n 22\n He\u2019s taen out a purse o gowd,\n Another o white monie,\n And he\u2019s tauld down ten thousand crowns,\n Says, True love, gang wi me.\n\n\n F\n\n Skene MS., p. 61.\n\n 1\n My father was the Duke of York,\n My mother a lady free,\n Mysel a dainty demosell,\n Queen Mary sent for me.\n\n 2\n The queen\u2019s meat, it was sae sweet,\n Her clothing was sae rare,\n It made me lang for Sweet Willie\u2019s bed,\n An I\u2019ll rue it ever maer.\n\n 3\n Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,\n And Lady Livinston, three,\n We\u2019ll never meet in Queen Mary\u2019s bower,\n Now Maries tho ye be.\n\n 4\n Queen Mary sat in her bower,\n Sewing her silver seam;\n She thought she heard a baby greet,\n But an a lady meen.\n\n 5\n She threw her needle frae her,\n Her seam out of her hand,\n An she is on to Lady Mary\u2019s bower,\n As fast as she could gang.\n\n 6\n \u2018Open yer door, Lady Mary,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018And lat me come in;\n For I hear a baby greet,\n But an a lady meen.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018There is na bab in my bower, madam,\n Nor never thinks to be,\n But the strong pains of gravel\n This night has seized me.\u2019\n\n 8\n She pat her fit to the door,\n But an her knee,\n Baith of brass and iron bands\n In flinders she gard flee.\n\n 9\n She pat a hand to her bed-head,\n An ither to her bed-feet,\n An bonny was the bab\n Was blabbering in its bleed.\n\n 10\n \u2018Wae worth ye, Lady Mary,\n An ill dead sall ye die!\n For an ye widna kept the bonny bab,\n Ye might ha sen\u2019t to me.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Lay na the wate on me, madam,\n Lay na the wate on me!\n For my fas love bare the brand at his side\n That gared my barrine die.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Get up, Lady Beaton, get up, Lady Seton,\n And Lady Livinstone three,\n An we will on to Edinburgh,\n An try this gay lady.\u2019\n\n 13\n As she came to the Cannongate,\n The burgers\u2019 wives they cryed\n Hon ohon, ochree! . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 14\n \u2018O had you still, ye burgers\u2019 wives,\n An make na meen for me;\n Seek never grace of a graceless face,\n For they hae nane to gie.\n\n 15\n \u2018Ye merchants and ye mariners,\n That trade upon the sea,\n O dinna tell in my country\n The dead I\u2019m gaen to die!\n\n 16\n \u2018Ye merchants and ye mariners,\n That sail upo the faeme,\n O dinna tell in my country\n But that I\u2019m comin hame!\n\n 17\n \u2018Little did my father think,\n Whan he brought me our the sea,\n That he wad see me yellow locks\n Hang on a gallow\u2019s tree.\n\n 18\n \u2018Little did my mither think\n Whan she brought me fra hame,\n That she maught see my yellow loks\n Han[g] on a gallow-pin.\n\n 19\n \u2018O had your hand a while!\n . . . . . . .\n For yonder comes my father,\n I\u2019m sure he\u2019l borrow me.\n\n 20\n \u2018O some of your goud, father,\n An of your well won fee,\n To save me [frae the high hill]\n [And] frae the gallow-tree!\u2019\n\n 21\n \u2018Ye\u2019s get nane of my goud,\n Nor of my well won fee,\n For I would gie five hundred pown\n To see ye hangit hie.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018O had yer hand a while!\n . . . . . . .\n Yonder is my love Willie,\n Sure he will borrow me.\n\n 23\n \u2018O some o your goud, my love Willie,\n An some o yer well won fee,\n To save me frae the high hill,\n And fra the gallow-tree!\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018Ye\u2019s get a\u2019 my goud,\n And a\u2019 my well won fee,\n To save ye fra the headin-hill,\n And frae the gallow-tree.\u2019\n\n\n G\n\n Manuscript of Scottish Songs and Ballads, copied by a granddaughter\n of Lord Woodhouselee, 1840\u201350, p. 51.\n\n 1\n O Mary Hamilton to the kirk is gane,\n Wi ribbons in her hair;\n An the king thoct mair o Marie\n Then onie that were there.\n\n 2\n Mary Hamilton\u2019s to the preaching gane,\n Wi ribbons on her breast;\n An the king thocht mair o Marie\n Than he thocht o the priest.\n\n 3\n Syne word is thro the palace gane,\n I heard it tauld yestreen,\n The king loes Mary Hamilton\n Mair than he loes his queen.\n\n 4\n A sad tale thro the town is gaen,\n A sad tale on the morrow;\n Oh Mary Hamilton has born a babe,\n An slain it in her sorrow!\n\n 5\n And down then cam the auld queen,\n Goud tassels tied her hair:\n \u2018What did ye wi the wee wee bairn\n That I heard greet sae sair?\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018There neer was a bairn into my room,\n An as little designs to be;\n \u2019Twas but a stitch o my sair side,\n Cam owre my fair bodie.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Rise up now, Marie,\u2019 quo the queen,\n \u2018Rise up, an come wi me,\n For we maun ride to Holyrood,\n A gay wedding to see.\u2019\n\n 8\n The queen was drest in scarlet fine,\n Her maidens all in green;\n An every town that they cam thro\n Took Marie for the queen.\n\n 9\n But little wist Marie Hamilton,\n As she rode oure the lea,\n That she was gaun to Edinbro town\n Her doom to hear and dree.\n\n 10\n When she cam to the Netherbow Port,\n She laughed loud laughters three;\n But when she reached the gallows-tree,\n The tears blinded her ee.\n\n 11\n \u2018Oh aften have I dressed my queen,\n An put gowd in her hair;\n The gallows-tree is my reward,\n An shame maun be my share!\n\n 12\n \u2018Oh aften hae I dressed my queen,\n An saft saft made her bed;\n An now I\u2019ve got for my reward\n The gallows-tree to tread!\n\n 13\n \u2018There\u2019s a health to all gallant sailors,\n That sail upon the sea!\n Oh never let on to my father and mither\n The death that I maun dee!\n\n 14\n \u2018An I charge ye, all ye mariners,\n When ye sail owre the main,\n Let neither my father nor mither know\n But that I\u2019m comin hame.\n\n 15\n \u2018Oh little did my mither ken,\n That day she cradled me,\n What lands I was to tread in,\n Or what death I should dee.\n\n 16\n \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\n The nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\n There\u2019s Marie Seaton, an Marie Beaton,\n An Marie Carmichael, an me.\u2019\n\n\n H\n\n Kinloch\u2019s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 252; a North Country version.\n\n 1\n \u2018Whan I was a babe, and a very little babe,\n And stood at my mither\u2019s knee,\n Nae witch nor warlock did unfauld\n The death I was to dree.\n\n 2\n \u2018But my mither was a proud woman,\n A proud woman and a bauld;\n And she hired me to Queen Mary\u2019s bouer,\n When scarce eleven years auld.\n\n 3\n \u2018O happy, happy is the maid,\n That\u2019s born of beauty free!\n It was my dimpling rosy cheeks\n That\u2019s been the dule o me;\n And wae be to that weirdless wicht,\n And a\u2019 his witcherie!\u2018\n\n 4\n Word\u2019s gane up and word\u2019s gane doun,\n An word\u2019s gane to the ha,\n That Mary Hamilton was wi bairn,\n An na body kend to wha.\n\n 5\n But in and cam the queen hersel,\n Wi gowd plait on her hair:\n Says, Mary Hamilton, whare is the babe\n That I heard greet sae sair?\n\n 6\n \u2018There is na babe within my bouer,\n And I hope there neer will be;\n But it\u2019s me wi a sair and sick colic,\n And I\u2019m just like to dee.\u2019\n\n 7\n But they looked up, they looked down,\n Atween the bowsters and the wa,\n It\u2019s there they got a bonnie lad-bairn,\n But its life it was awa.\n\n 8\n Rise up, rise up, Mary Hamilton,\n Rise up, and dress ye fine,\n For you maun gang to Edinbruch,\n And stand afore the nine.\n\n 9\n \u2018Ye\u2019ll no put on the dowie black,\n Nor yet the dowie brown;\n But ye\u2019ll put on the robes o red,\n To sheen thro Edinbruch town.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018I\u2019ll no put on the dowie black,\n Nor yet the dowie brown;\n But I\u2019ll put on the robes o red,\n To sheen thro Edinbruch town.\u2019\n\n 11\n As they gaed thro Edinbruch town,\n And down by the Nether-bow,\n There war monie a lady fair\n Siching and crying, Och how!\n\n 12\n \u2018O weep na mair for me, ladies,\n Weep na mair for me!\n Yestreen I killed my ain bairn,\n The day I deserve to dee.\n\n 13\n \u2018What need ye hech and how, ladies?\n What need ye how for me?\n Ye never saw grace at a graceless face,\n Queen Mary has nane to gie.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Gae forward, gae forward,\u2019 the queen she said,\n \u2018Gae forward, that ye may see;\n For the very same words that ye hae said\n Sall hang ye on the gallows-tree.\u2019\n\n 15\n As she gaed up the Tolbooth stairs,\n She gied loud lauchters three;\n But or ever she cam down again,\n She was condemnd to dee.\n\n 16\n \u2018O tak example frae me, Maries,\n O tak example frae me,\n Nor gie your luve to courtly lords,\n Nor heed their witchin\u2019 ee.\n\n 17\n \u2018But wae be to the Queen hersel,\n She micht hae pardond me;\n But sair she\u2019s striven for me to hang\n Upon the gallows-tree.\n\n 18\n \u2018Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,\n The nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\n There was Mary Beatoun, Mary Seaton,\n And Mary Carmichael, and me.\n\n 19\n \u2018Aft hae I set pearls in her hair,\n Aft hae I lac\u2019d her gown,\n And this is the reward I now get,\n To be hangd in Edinbruch town!\n\n 20\n \u2018O a\u2019ye mariners, far and near,\n That sail ayont the faem,\n O dinna let my father and mither ken\n But what I am coming hame!\n\n 21\n \u2018O a\u2019ye mariners, far and near,\n That sail ayont the sea,\n Let na my father and mither ken\n The death I am to dee!\n\n 22\n \u2018Sae, weep na mair for me, ladies,\n Weep na mair for me;\n The mither that kills her ain bairn\n Deserves weel for to dee.\u2019\n\n\n I\n\n #a.# Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1833, III, 294, made up from various\n copies. #b.# Three stanzas (23, 18, 19) in the first edition of the\n Minstrelsy, 1802, II, 154, from recitation.\n\n 1\n Marie Hamilton\u2019s to the kirk gane,\n Wi ribbons in her hair;\n The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton\n Than ony that were there.\n\n 2\n Marie Hamilton\u2019s to the kirk gane,\n Wi ribbons on her breast;\n The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton\n Then he listend to the priest.\n\n 3\n Marie Hamilton\u2019s to the kirk gane,\n Wi gloves upon her hands;\n The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton,\n Than the queen and a\u2019her lands.\n\n 4\n She hadna been about the king\u2019s court\n A month, but barely one,\n Till she was beloved by a\u2019the king\u2019s court,\n And the king the only man.\n\n 5\n She hadna been about the king\u2019s court\n A month, but barely three,\n Till frae the king\u2019s court Marie Hamilton,\n Marie Hamilton durstna be.\n\n 6\n The king is to the Abbey gane,\n To pu the Abbey-tree,\n To scale the babe frae Marie\u2019s heart,\n But the thing it wadna be.\n\n 7\n O she has rowd it in her apron,\n And set it on the sea:\n \u2018Gae sink ye, or swim ye, bonny babe!\n Ye\u2019s get nae mair o me.\u2019\n\n 8\n Word is to the kitchen gane,\n And word is to the ha,\n And word is to the noble room,\n Amang the ladyes a\u2019,\n That Marie Hamilton\u2019s brought to bed,\n And the bonny babe\u2019s mist and awa.\n\n 9\n Scarcely had she lain down again,\n And scarcely fa\u2019en asleep,\n When up then started our gude queen,\n Just at her bed-feet,\n Saying, Marie Hamilton, where\u2019s your babe?\n For I am sure I heard it greet.\n\n 10\n \u2018O no, O no, my noble queen,\n Think no such thing to be!\n \u2019Twas but a stitch into my side,\n And sair it troubles me.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton,\n Get up and follow me;\n For I am going to Edinburgh town,\n A rich wedding for to see.\u2019\n\n 12\n O slowly, slowly raise she up,\n And slowly put she on,\n And slowly rode she out the way,\n Wi mony a weary groan.\n\n 13\n The queen was clad in scarlet,\n Her merry maids all in green,\n And every town that they cam to,\n They took Marie for the queen.\n\n 14\n \u2018Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,\n Ride hooly now wi me!\n For never, I am sure, a wearier burd\n Rade in your cumpanie.\u2019\n\n 15\n But little wist Marie Hamilton,\n When she rade on the brown,\n That she was gaen to Edinburgh town,\n And a\u2019to be put down.\n\n 16\n \u2018Why weep ye so, ye burgess-wives,\n Why look ye so on me?\n O I am going to Edinburgh town\n A rich wedding for to see!\u2019\n\n 17\n When she gaed up the Tolbooth stairs,\n The corks frae her heels did flee;\n And lang or eer she cam down again\n She was condemnd to die.\n\n 18\n When she cam to the Netherbow Port,\n She laughed loud laughters three;\n But when she cam to the gallows-foot,\n The tears blinded her ee.\n\n 19\n \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\n The night she\u2019ll hae but three;\n There was Marie Seaton, and Marie Beaton,\n And Marie Carmichael, and me.\n\n 20\n \u2018O often have I dressd my queen,\n And put gold upon her hair;\n But now I\u2019ve gotten for my reward\n The gallows to be my share.\n\n 21\n \u2018Often have I dressd my queen,\n And often made her bed;\n But now I\u2019ve gotten for my reward\n The gallows-tree to tread.\n\n 22\n \u2018I charge ye all, ye mariners,\n When ye sail ower the faem,\n Let neither my father nor mother get wit\n But that I\u2019m coming hame!\n\n 23\n \u2018I charge ye all, ye mariners,\n That sail upon the sea,\n Let neither my father nor mother get wit\n This dog\u2019s death I\u2019m to die!\n\n 24\n \u2018For if my father and mother got wit,\n And my bold brethren three,\n O mickle wad be the gude red blude\n This day wad be spilt for me!\n\n 25\n \u2018O little did my mother ken,\n That day she cradled me,\n The lands I was to travel in,\n Or the death I was to die!\u2019\n\n\n J\n\n Harris MS., fol. 10 b; \u201cMrs Harris and others.\u201d\n\n 1\n My mother was a proud, proud woman,\n A proud, proud woman and a bold;\n She sent me to Queen Marie\u2019s bour,\n When scarcely eleven years old.\n\n 2\n Queen Marie\u2019s bread it was sae sweet,\n An her wine it was sae fine,\n That I hae lien in a young man\u2019s arms,\n An I rued it aye synsyne.\n\n 3\n Queen Marie she cam doon the stair,\n Wi the goud kamis in her hair:\n \u2018Oh whare, oh whare is the wee wee babe\n I heard greetin sae sair?\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018It\u2019s no a babe, a babie fair,\n Nor ever intends to be;\n But I mysel, wi a sair colic,\n Was seek an like to dee.\u2019\n\n 5\n They socht the bed baith up an doon,\n Frae the pillow to the straw,\n An there they got the wee wee babe,\n But its life was far awa.\n\n 6\n \u2018Come doon, come doon, Marie Hamilton,\n Come doon an speak to me;\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 7\n \u2018You\u2019ll no put on your dowie black,\n Nor yet your dowie broun;\n But you\u2019ll put on your ried, ried silk,\n To shine through Edinborough toun.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 8\n \u2018Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\n The nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\n There was Marie Bethune, an Marie Seaton,\n An Marie Carmichael, an me.\n\n 9\n \u2018Ah, little did my mother ken,\n The day she cradled me,\n The lands that I sud travel in,\n An the death that I suld dee.\u2019\n\n 10\n Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\n The nicht she has but three;\n For the bonniest Marie amang them a\u2019\n Was hanged upon a tree.\n\n\n K\n\n Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 96; from Jean Macqueen, Largs.\n\n 1\n Queen Mary had four serving-maids,\n As braw as braw could be,\n But ane o them has fa\u2019n wi bairn,\n And for it she maun die.\n\n 2\n But whan the babie it was born,\n A troubled woman was she;\n She rowed it up in a handkerchief,\n And flang it in the sea.\n\n 3\n Out then spoke a bonnie wee burd,\n And it spak sharp and keen:\n \u2018O what did ye do wi your wee babie,\n Ye had in your arms yestreen?\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018O I tyed it up in a napkin,\n And flang it in the sea;\n I bade it sink, I bade it soom,\n \u2018Twad get nae mair o me.\u2019\n\n 5\n Out and spak King Henrie,\n And an angry man was he:\n \u2018A\u2019for the drowning o that wee babe\n High hanged ye shall be.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 6\n \u2018I\u2019ll no put on a goun o black,\n Nor yet a goun o green,\n But I\u2019ll put on a goun o gowd,\n To glance in young men\u2019s een.\n\n 7\n \u2018O gin ye meet my father or mother,\n Ye may tell them frae me,\n \u2019Twas for the sake o a wee wee bairn\n That I came here to die.\n\n 8\n \u2018Yestreen four Maries made Queen Mary\u2019s bed,\n This nicht there\u2019ll be but three,\n A Mary Beaton, a Mary Seaton,\n A Mary Carmichael, and me.\n\n 9\n \u2018O what will my three brithers say,\n When they come hame frae see,\n When they see three locks o my yellow hair\n Hinging under a gallows-tree!\u2019\n\n\n L\n\n Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 280; from the recitation of Mrs Trail of\n Paisley.\n\n 1\n Doun and cam the queen hersell,\n Wi the goud links in her hair:\n \u2018O what did you do wi the braw lad bairn\n That I heard greet sae sair?\u2019\n\n 2\n \u2018There was never a babe into my room,\n Nor ever intends to be;\n It was but a fit o the sair colic,\n That was like to gar me die.\u2019\n\n 3\n Doun and cam the king himsell,\n And an angry man was he:\n \u2018If ye had saved that braw child\u2019s life,\n It might hae been an honour to thee.\u2019\n\n 4\n They socht the chamer up and doun,\n And in below the bed,\n And there they fand a braw lad-bairn\n Lying lapperin in his blood.\n\n 5\n She rowed it up in her apron green,\n And threw it in the sea:\n \u2018Een sink or swim, you braw lad bairn!\n Ye\u2019ll neer get mair o me.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 6\n When she gaed up the Cannogate,\n She gied loud lauchters three;\n But or she cam to the Cowgate Head\n The tears did blind her ee.\n\n 7\n \u2018Come a\u2019ye jovial sailors,\n That sail upon the sea,\n Tell neither my father nor mother\n The death that I\u2019m to die!\n\n 8\n \u2018Come a\u2019ye jovial sailors,\n That sail upon the main,\n See that ye tell baith my father and mother\n That I\u2019m coming sailing hame!\n\n 9\n \u2018My father he\u2019s the Duke of York,\n And my mother\u2019s a gay ladie,\n And I mysell a pretty fair lady,\n And the king fell in love with me.\u2019\n\n\n M\n\n Maidment\u2019s North Countrie Garland, p. 19.\n\n 1\n Then down cam Queen Marie,\n Wi gold links in her hair,\n Saying, Marie Mild, where is the child,\n That I heard greet sae sair?\n\n 2\n \u2018There was nae child wi me, madam,\n There was nae child wi me;\n It was but me in a sair cholic,\n When I was like to die.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018I\u2019m not deceived,\u2019 Queen Marie said,\n \u2018No, no, indeed not I!\n So Marie Mild, where is the child?\n For sure I heard it cry.\u2019\n\n 4\n She turned down the blankets fine,\n Likewise the Holland sheet,\n And underneath, there strangled lay\n A lovely baby sweet.\n\n 5\n \u2018O cruel mother,\u2019 said the queen,\n \u2018Some fiend possessed thee;\n But I will hang thee for this deed,\n My Marie tho thou be!\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 6\n When she cam to the Netherbow Port\n She laught loud laughters three;\n But when she cam to the gallows-foot,\n The saut tear blinded her ee.\n\n 7\n \u2018Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,\n The night she\u2019ll hae but three;\n There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beaton,\n And Marie Carmichael, and me.\n\n 8\n \u2018Ye mariners, ye mariners,\n That sail upon the sea,\n Let not my father or mother wit\n The death that I maun die!\n\n 9\n \u2018I was my parents\u2019 only hope,\n They neer had ane but me;\n They little thought when I left hame,\n They should nae mair me see!\u2019\n\n\n N\n\n Murison MS., p. 33; from recitation at Old Deer, 1876.\n\n 1\n The streen the queen had four Maries,\n This nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\n There\u2019s Mary Heaton, an Mary Beaton,\n An Mary Michel, an me,\n An I mysel was Mary Mild,\n An flower oer a\u2019the three.\n\n 2\n Mary\u2019s middle was aye sae neat,\n An her clothing aye sae fine,\n It caused her lie in a young man\u2019s airms,\n An she\u2019s ruet it aye sin syne.\n\n 3\n She done her doon yon garden green,\n To pull the deceivin tree,\n For to keep back that young man\u2019s bairn,\n But forward it would be.\n\n 4\n \u2018Ye winna put on the dowie black,\n Nor yet will ye the broon,\n But ye\u2019ll put on the robes o red,\n To shine through Edinburgh toon.\u2019\n\n 5\n She hasna pitten on the dowie black,\n Nor yet has she the broon,\n But she\u2019s pitten on the robes o red,\n To shine thro Edinburgh toon.\n\n 6\n When she came to the mariners\u2019 toon,\n The mariners they were playin,\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 7\n \u2018Ye needna play for me, mariners,\n Ye needna play for me;\n Ye never saw grace in a graceless face,\n For there\u2019s nane therein to be.\n\n 8\n \u2018Seven years an I made Queen Mary\u2019s bed,\n Seven years an I combed her hair,\n An a hansome reward noo she\u2019s gien to me,\n Gien me the gallows-tows to wear!\n\n 9\n \u2018Oh little did my mither think,\n The day she cradled me,\n What road I\u2019d hae to travel in,\n Or what death I\u2019d hae to dee!\u2019\n\n\n O\n\n Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, I, xix, from recitation.\n\n 1\n There lived a lord into the south,\n And he had dochters three,\n And the youngest o them went to the king\u2019s court,\n To learn some courtesie.\n\n 2\n She rowd it in a wee wee clout\n . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 3\n She rowd it in a wee wee clout\n And flang\u2019t into the faem,\n Saying, Sink ye soon, my bonny babe!\n I\u2019ll go a maiden hame.\n\n 4\n \u2018O woe be to you, ye ill woman,\n An ill death may ye die!\n Gin ye had spared the sweet baby\u2019s life,\n It might hae been an honour to thee.\u2019\n\n 5\n She wadna put on her gowns o black,\n Nor yet wad she o brown,\n But she wad put on her gowns o gowd,\n To glance through Embro town.\n\n 6\n \u2018Come saddle not to me the black,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Nor yet to me the brown,\n But come saddle to me the milk-white steed,\n That I may ride in renown.\u2019\n\n\n P\n\n Kinloch\u2019s MSS, VII, 95, 97.\n\n My father\u2019s the Duke of Argyll,\n My mither\u2019s a lady gay,\n And I mysel am a dainty dame,\n And the king desired me.\n\n He schawd [me] up, he shawed me doun,\n He schawd me to the ha;\n He schawd me to the low cellars,\n And that was waurst of a\u2019.\n\n\n Q\n\n Letters from and to Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, ed. Allardyce, 1888,\n II, 272, in a letter from Sharpe to W. Scott [1823].\n\n 1\n The Duke of York was my father,\n My mother a lady free,\n Myself a dainty damosell,\n Queen Marie sent for me.\n\n 2\n The queen\u2019s meat it was sae sweet,\n Her cleiding was sae rare,\n It gart me grien for sweet Willie,\n And I\u2019ll rue it evermair.\n\n\n R\n\n Burns, in a letter to Mrs Dunlop, January 25, 1790; Currie, II, 290,\n 1800.\n\n Little did my mother think,\n That day she cradled me,\n What land I was to travel in,\n Or what death I should die!\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A. b.#\n\n 1.\n There\u2019s news is gaen in the kitchen,\n There\u2019s news is gaen in the ha,\n There\u2019s news is gaen in the laigh cellar,\n And that was warst of a\u2019.\n\n 2.\n There\u2019s news is gaen in the kitchen,\n There\u2019s news is gaen in the ha\u2019,\n That Mary Hamilton\u2019s gotten a wean,\n And that was warst of a\u2019.\n\n 3^1. She\u2019s rowed.\n\n 3^2. She\u2019s cuist it.\n\n 3^3. My bonnie bairn ga sink or swim.\n\n 3^4. Ye\u2019s no hear mair.\n\n 4^1. Then doon.\n\n 4^2. Wi tasslets.\n\n 4^3. Cri\u2019n, M. H., whaur\u2019s the bairn.\n\n 4^4. That _wanting_.\n\n 5^1. There\u2019s no a bairn in a\u2019 the toon.\n\n 5^2. Nor yet.\n\n 5^3. \u2019Twas but a steek in.\n\n 6^1. And ye maun.\n\n 6^4. And ye maun awa wi me the morn.\n\n 7^1. I\u2019se no.\n\n 7^4. To see fair.\n\n 8^1. And when.\n\n 8^3. And when.\n\n 8^4. tear stood in.\n\n 9^1. And when.\n\n 9^2. heel slipped off.\n\n 9^3. And when she cam doon the Parliament stair.\n\n 10, 11 _wanting._\n\n 12^1. But bring: she cried.\n\n 13^1, 14^1. And here\u2019s to the jolly sailor lad.\n\n 13^2, 14^2. sails: faem.\n\n 13^3. And let not my father nor mother get wit.\n\n 13^4. that I shall come again.\n\n 14^3. But let, _as in_ 13^3.\n\n 14^4. O the death that I maun dee.\n\n 15, 16 _wanting._\n\n 17^1. auld queen\u2019s.\n\n 17^2. And I laid her gently.\n\n 17^3. I hae gotten the day.\n\n 17^4. Is to.\n\n 18^1. night the queen had.\n\n 18^2. This night she\u2019ll hae.\n\n 18^4. M. Beton and M. Seton.\n\n#c.#\n\n _Begins_:\n This nicht the queen has four Maries,\n Each fair as she can be;\n There\u2019s Marie Seton, etc.\n\n 3^1. The bairn\u2019s tyed.\n\n 3^2. And thrown intill.\n\n 4^3. O sink.\n\n _After 3_:\n Oh I have born this bonnie wee babe\n Wi mickle toil and pain;\n Gae hame, gae hame, you bonnie wee babe!\n For nurse I dare be nane.\n\n 4^1. Then down cam Queen Marie.\n\n 4^3. Saying, Marie mild, where is the babe.\n\n 5^1. There was nae babe.\n\n 5^2. There was na babe wi me.\n\n 5^3. o a sair cholic.\n\n _After_ 5 (_mostly spurious_):\n The queen turned down the blankets fine,\n Likewise the snae-white sheet,\n And what she saw caused her many a tear,\n And made her sair to greet.\n\n O cruel mither, said the queen,\n A fiend possessed thee:\n But I will hang thee for this deed,\n My Marie though thou be.\n\n _After_ 7:\n And some they mounted the black steed,\n And some mounted the brown,\n But Marie mounted her milk-white steed,\n And rode foremost thro the town.\n\n 8^3. But when.\n\n _After_ 12:\n Yestreen the queen had four Maries,\n The nicht she\u2019ll hae but three;\n There was M. S., and M. B.\n And M. C., and me.\n\n 13 _wanting._\n\n 14^1. Ye mariners, ye mariners.\n\n 14^3. L[et] not my father and mother wit.\n\n 14^4. The death that I maun dee.\n\n _After_ 14:\n I was my parents\u2019 only hope,\n They neer had ane but me;\n They little thought, when I left hame,\n They should nae mair me see.\n\n 17 _wanting._\n\n 18^1. there were.\n\n _Largely taken from #a#, 1, 2, 6\u201312, 15, 16 being literally\n repeated._\n\n#B.#\n\n 3^3. us up.\n\n 8^{5,6}. _wrongly_:\n And we\u2019ll ride into Edinburgh town,\n High hanged thou shalt be.\n\n#C.#\n\n 9^2. _Altered from_ I\u2019ll put on my brown. _Var. between_ 9^2 _and_\n 9^3:\n Nor I\u2019ll no put on my suddling silks,\n That I wear up and down.\n\n up and down _altered from_ ilka day.\n\n 10^1. went _altered from_ gaed.\n\n 13^1, 14^1. Oh.\n\n#D.#\n\n _From two reciters, which accounts for the alterations and\n insertions._\n\n 1^1. _Altered from_ There was a lord lived in the north.\n\n 2^1. _Altered from_ And the third.\n\n 2^3. _Altered from_ that he.\n\n 4^1. gay _added later_.\n\n 4^2. _Altered from_ And pued the saving tree.\n\n 4^3. for _inserted later_.\n\n 4^4. it _inserted later_.\n\n 7^3. a fit o _inserted later_.\n\n 7^4. _Altered from_ I am just.\n\n 9. _After 9, Motherwell wrote_ A stanza wanting, _and subsequently\n added 10, 11_.\n\n 12^3. _Originally_, gold stars.\n\n 13. _Originally_,\n\n She did not put on her robes of black,\n Nor yet her robes of brown,\n But she put on her yellow gold stars (stays?).\n\n 14. _Originally_,\n\n And when she came into Edinborugh, (bad reading)\n And standing at the cross,\n There she saw all the coblers\u2019 wifes,\n Sat greeting at the cross.\n\n 15^{3,4}. _Originally_, For I am come to, etc., Weeded for to be.\n\n _A marginal note by Motherwell, opposite the last line, but\n erased, has_ A rich wedding to sie.\n\n 16^1. stair _altered from_ close.\n\n 19, 20. _Written in the margin, after those_ which follow.\n\n 23^{3,4} _and_ And, 23^5, _are of later insertion_.\n\n#E.#\n\n _For the seven stanzas after_ 15, _see_ No 95, II, 346.\n\n#F.#\n\n 3.\n Mary Beaton & Mary Seaton & Lady Livinston\n Three we\u2019ll [_or_ will] never meet\n In queen Mary\u2019s bower\n Now Maries tho ye be.\n\n 13^2. then cryed.\n\n 14^1. had your.\n\n 18^4. pine.\n\n _For the six stanzas after_ 18, _see_ No 95, II, 346.\n\n#G.#\n\n 1^1. Oh.\n\n#H.#\n\n _3, 16, 17, 22 are put into smaller type as being evidently\n spurious._\n\n#I. a.#\n\n _24 is certainly spurious, and reduces the pathos exceedingly._\n\n#b.#\n\n 18^4. tear.\n\n 23.\n O ye mariners, mariners, mariners,\n That sail upon the sea,\n Let not my father nor mother to wit\n The death that I maun die!\n\n#K.#\n\n From Jean Macqueen, Largo, _in the MS_. \u201cMore likely to be Largs,\n which is on the Clyde, than Largo, on the east coast\u201d: _note of\n Mr J. B. Murdoch_.\n\n 4^1. Oh.\n\n 6 _is the last stanza but one in the MS._\n\n#L.#\n\n 9 _might better be_ 1.\n\n#N.#\n\n _Variations._\n\n 1^{3\u20136}.\n There\u2019s Mary Beaton, an Mary Seaton,\n An Mary Carmichael, an me;\n An I mysel, Queen Mary\u2019s maid,\n Was flower oer a\u2019 the three.\n\n 2^1. sae jimp.\n\n 2^3. She loved to lie.\n\n 3^2. the savin tree.\n\n 3^{3,4}.\n But the little wee babe came to her back,\n An forward it would be.\n\n 8 _is_ _4 in the MS_.\n\n#O.#\n\n \u201cThe unfortunate heroine\u2019s name is Mary Moil\u201d: Finlay, p. xix.\n\n\n\n\n 174\n\n EARL BOTHWELL\n\n \u2018Earle Bodwell,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 272; Hales and Furnivall, II, 260.\n\n\nPrinted in Percy\u2019s Reliques, with changes, 1765, II, 197, \u2018The Murder of\nthe King of Scots;\u2019 with some restorations of the original readings,\n1794, II, 200.\n\nThis ballad represents, 8, 13, that the murder of Darnley was done in\nrevenge for his complicity in the murder of Riccio; in which there may\nbe as much truth as this, that the queen\u2019s resentment of Darnley\u2019s\nparticipation in that horrible transaction may have been operative in\ninducing her assent\u2014such assent as she gave\u2014to the conspiracy against\nthe life of her husband.\n\n2. Darnley came to Scotland in February, 1565 (being then but just\nturned of nineteen), not sent for, but very possibly with some hope of\npleasing his cousin, \u2018the queen [dowager] of France,\u2019 to whom he was\nmarried in the following July. His inglorious career was closed in\nFebruary, 1567.\n\n5. On the fatal evening of the ninth of March, 1566, Riccio was sitting\nin the queen\u2019s cabinet with his cap on; \u201cand this sight was perhaps the\nmore offensive that a few Scotsmen of good rank seem to have been in\nattendance as domestics.\u201d[252]\n\n6. The ballad should not be greatly in excess as to the number of the\ndaggers, since Riccio had fifty-six [fifty-two] wounds.\n\n7. After Riccio had been dragged out of the queen\u2019s cabinet, Darnley\nfell to charging the queen with change in her ways with him since \u201cyon\nfellow Davie fell in credit and familiarity\u201d with her. In answer to his\nreproaches and interpellations her Majesty said to him that he was to\nblame for all the shame that was done to her; \u201cfor the which I shall\nnever be your wife nor lie with you, nor shall never like well till I\ngar you have as sore a heart as I have presently.\u201d[253]\n\n9\u201314. A large quantity of powder was fired in the room below that in\nwhich \u201cthe worthy king\u201d slept, but the body of Darnley and that of his\nservant were found lying at a considerable distance from the house,\nwithout any marks of having been subject to the explosion. One theory of\nthe circumstances was that the two had been strangled in their beds, and\nremoved before the train was lighted; another account is that Darnley,\nwho would naturally hear some stir in the house, made his escape with\nhis page, but \u201cwas intercepted and strangled after a desperate\nresistance, his cries for mercy being heard by some women in the nearest\nhouse.\u201d[254] Bothwell, though the author of all these proceedings and\npersonally superintending the execution of them, did not openly appear.\n\nIt will be observed that King James says that his father [MS. mother]\nwas hanged on a tree, in \u2018King James and Brown,\u2019 No 180, 8^2.\n\nBothwell and Huntly, who by virtue of their offices had apartments in\nthe palace, not being in sympathy with the conspirators, are said in the\nDiurnal of Occurrents, p. 90, to have broken through a window, in fear\nof their lives, and to have let themselves down by a cord. Bothwell, as\nthe champion of the queen against the confederate lords, might naturally\nbe supposed by the minstrel to take a personal interest in revenging\nRiccio.\n\n15, 16. The Regent Murray is here described as \u2018bitterly banishing\u2019\nMary, wherefore she durst not remain in Scotland, but fled to England.\nThe queen escaped from Lochleven Castle on the second of May, 1568, and\ntook refuge in England on the sixteenth. We must suppose the ballad to\nhave been made not long after.\n\n\nTranslated by Bodmer, II, 51, from Percy\u2019s Reliques.\n\n\n 1\n Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scottlande!\n Ffor thou hast eu_er_ wrought by a sleight;\n For the worthyest prince _tha_t euer was borne,\n You hanged vnder a cloud by night.\n\n 2\n The Queene of France a letter wrote,\n And sealed itt w_i_th hart and ringe,\n And bade him come Scottland w_i_thin,\n And shee wold marry him and crowne him k_ing_.\n\n 3\n To be a k_ing_, itt is a pleasant thing,\n To bee a prince vnto a peere;\n But you haue heard, and so haue I too,\n A man may well by gold to deere.\n\n 4\n There was an Italyan in that place,\n Was as wel beloued as euer was hee;\n Lo_rd_ David was his name,\n Chamberlaine vnto the queene was hee.\n\n 5\n Ffor if the king had risen forth of his place,\n He wold haue sitt him downe in the cheare,\n And tho itt beseemed him not soe well,\n Altho the king had beene p_re_sent there.\n\n 6\n Some lords in Scottland waxed wonderous wroth,\n And quarrelld w_i_th him for the nonce;\n I shall you tell how itt beffell,\n Twelue daggers were in him all att once.\n\n 7\n When this queene see the chamberlaine was slaine,\n For him her cheeks shee did weete,\n And made a vow for a twelue month and a day\n The k_ing_ and shee wold not come in one sheete.\n\n 8\n Then some of the lo_rd_s of Scottland waxed wrothe,\n And made their vow vehementlye,\n \u2018For death of the queenes chamberlaine\n The k_ing_ himselfe he shall dye.\u2019\n\n 9\n They strowed his chamber ou_er_ w_i_th gunpowder,\n And layd greene rushes in his way;\n Ffor the traitors thought _tha_t night\n The worthy king for to betray.\n\n 10\n To bedd the worthy k_ing_ made him bowne,\n To take his rest, _tha_t was his desire;\n He was noe sooner cast on sleepe,\n But his chamber was on a blasing fyer.\n\n 11\n Vp he lope, and a glasse window broke,\n He had thirty foote for to ffall;\n Lo_rd_ Bodwell kept a priuy wach\n Vnderneath his castle-wall:\n \u2018Who haue wee heere?\u2019 sayd Lo_rd_ Bodwell;\n \u2018Answer me, now I doe call.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018K_ing_ Henery the Eighth my vnckle was;\n Some pitty show for his sweet sake!\n Ah, Lo_rd_ Bodwell, I know thee well;\n Some pitty on me I pray thee take!\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018I\u2019le pitty thee as much,\u2019 he sayd,\n \u2018And as much favor I\u2019le show to thee\n As thou had on the queene\u2019s chamberlaine\n _Tha_t day thou deemedst him to dye.\u2019\n\n 14\n Through halls and towers this k_ing_ they ledd,\n Through castles and towers _tha_t were hye,\n Through an arbor into an orchard,\n And there hanged him in a peare tree.\n\n 15\n When the gou_er_nor of Scottland he heard tell\n _Tha_t the worthye king he was slaine,\n He hath banished the queene soe bitterlye\n _Tha_t in Scottland shee dare not remaine.\n\n 16\n But shee is ffled into merry England,\n And Scottland to a side hath laine,\n And through the Queene of Englands good grace\n Now in England shee doth remaine.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 6^2. noncett, _with_ tt _blotted out. (?) Furnivall_.\n\n 6^4, 7^3. 12. 10^3. sleepee.\n\n 11^2. 30.\n\n 12^1. 8[th .].\n\n 13^1. _Partly pared away. Furnivall._\n\n 16^2. to aside.\n\n\n\n\n 175\n\n THE RISING IN THE NORTH\n\n \u2018Risinge in the Northe,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 256; Hales and Furnivall, II,\n 210.\n\n\nPrinted in Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1765, I, 250, \u201cfrom two MS. copies, one of\nthem in the editor\u2019s folio collection. They contained considerable\nvariations, out of which such readings were chosen as seemed most\npoetical and consonant to history.\u201d Bearing in mind Percy\u2019s express\navowal that he \u201cmust plead guilty to the charge of concealing his own\nshare in amendments under some such general title as a modern copy, or\nthe like,\u201d one would conclude without hesitation that there was but a\nsingle authentic text in this case, as in others. Percy notes on the\nmargin of his manuscript: \u201cN.B. To correct this by my other copy, which\nseems more modern. The other copy in many parts preferable to this.\u201d But\nthis note would seem to be a private memorandum. Or are we to suppose\nthat Percy might employ, from habit perhaps, the same formula, not to\nsay artifice, with himself as with the public? In notes in the Folio to\n\u2018Northumberland betrayed by Douglas\u2019 (No 176), Percy speaks of a second\ncopy of that ballad also as being in his possession, and describes it as\ncontaining much which is omitted in the other, and as beginning like\n\u2018The Earl of Westmoreland,\u2019 (No 177). Of the beginning of this last he\nsays, in a note in the Folio, \u201cthese lines are given in one of my _old_\ncopies to Lord Northumberland.\u201d \u201cOld copies\u201d is staggering; for any one\nwho examines the variations of the texts in the Reliques from the texts\nin the Folio will find them of the same character and style as Percy\u2019s\nacknowledged improvements of other ballads, and will be compelled to\nimpute them to the editor or his double.[255]\n\nThe earls of Northumberland and Westmoreland, having for a time\nsucceeded, by exuberant professions, in allaying very sufficiently\ngrounded suspicions of their loyal dealing, at last, upon receiving the\nQueen\u2019s summons to London, found compliance unsafe, and went into\nrebellion. They took this step with but half a heart and against their\njudgment, overcome by the clamor and urgency of a portion of their\nfellow-conspirators. The intent of the insurgents was, in\nNorthumberland\u2019s own words, \u201cthe reformation of religion, and the\npreservation of the Queen of Scots, whom they accounted by God\u2019s law and\nman\u2019s law to be right heir, if want should be of issue of the Queen\u2019s\nMajesty\u2019s body.\u201d These two causes, they were confident, were favored by\nthe larger number of noblemen within the realm.[256] Protestantism had\nno hold in the north, and the Queen\u2019s officers in those parts were, for\nthe moment, not strong enough to make opposition. With leaders of energy\nand military skill, and a good chest to draw upon,[257] the rising would\nhave been highly dangerous. As things were, it collapsed in five weeks\nwithout the shedding of a drop of blood; but hundreds of simple people\nwere subsequently hanged.\n\nThe earls, with others, among whom Richard Norton, then sheriff of York,\nwas the most conspicuous, entered Durham in arms on Sunday, the\nfourteenth of November (1569). They went to the minster, overthrew the\ncommunion-table, tore the Bible and service-books, replaced the old\naltar (which had been thrown into a rubbish-heap), and had mass said.\nThe next day they turned southwards, with nobody to molest or stop them\nin their rear or in front. The Earl of Sussex was collecting a force at\nYork, but it came in slowly, and it could not be trusted. \u201cTo get the\nmore credit among the favorers of the old Romish religion, they had a\ncross, with a banner of the five wounds, borne after them, sometime by\nold Norton, sometime by others\u201d (Holinshed). They proceeded to Ripon,\nWetherby, and Clifford Moor (Bramham Moor) near Tadcaster. \u201cTheir main\nbody was at Wetherby and Tadcaster, their advanced horse were far down\nacross the Ouse.\u201d Their numbers, according to Holinshed, never exceeded\nabout two thousand horse and five thousand foot. Tutbury, where Mary\nStuart was confined, was but a little more than fifty miles from their\nadvance; they proposed to release the Queen of Scots, and then to move\non London, or wait for a rising in the south. Mary Stuart, at the nick\nof time, was removed to Coventry. On the twenty-fourth we hear that the\nrebels were drawn back to Knaresborough and Boroughbridge; on the\nthirtieth, that they are returned into the Bishopric. There they laid\nsiege to Barnard Castle, which Sir George Bowes was obliged to surrender\non December twelfth; on the fifteenth the earls were still at Durham. On\nthe thirteenth the earls of Warwick and Clinton, commanders of the Army\nof the South, met at Wetherby with a combined force of eleven thousand\nfoot and above twelve hundred horse, \u201ceager to encounter the rebels, if\nthey would abide.\u201d But on the sixteenth the \u201clords rebels\u201d warned their\nfootmen to shift for themselves, and fled with such horse as they had\nleft into Northumberland. The twenty-second of December, the Earl of\nSussex, qui cunctando restituit rem, Lord Hunsdon, who had been joined\nwith him in command, and Sir Ralph Sadler, who had been deputed to watch\nhim, write to the Queen: \u201cThe earls rebels, with their principal\nconfederates and the Countess of Northumberland, did the twentieth of\nthis present in the night, flee into Liddesdale with about a hundred\nhorse; and there remain under the conduction of Black Ormiston, one of\nthe murtherers of the Lord Darnley, and John of the Side and the Lord\u2019s\nJock, two notable thieves of Liddesdale, and the rest of the rebels be\nutterly scaled.\u201d[258]\n\nThe ballad, which is the work of a loyal but not unsympathetic minstrel,\ngives but a cursory and imperfect account of \u201cthis geere.\u201d Earl Percy\nhas come to the conclusion that he must fight or flee; his lady urges\nhim thrice over to go to the court, and right himself, but he tells her\nthat his treason is known well enough; if he follows her advice she will\nnever see him again. He sends a letter to Master Norton, urging that\ngentleman to ride with him. Norton asks counsel of his son Christopher,\nwho advises him not to go back from the word he has spoken, and much\npleases his father thereby. He asks his nine sons how many of them will\ntake part with him. All but the eldest at once answer that they will\nstand by him till death: Francis Norton, the eldest, will not advise\nacting against the crown. Coward Francis, thou never tookest that of me!\nsays the father. Francis will go with his father, but unarmed, and he\nwishes an ill death to them that strike the first stroke against the\ncrown. There is a muster at Wetherby, and Westmoreland and\nNorthumberland are there with their proper banners,[259] and with\nanother setting forth the Lord on the cross. Sir George Bowes \u201crising to\nmake a spoil,\u201d they besiege him in a castle to which he retires, easily\nwin the outer walls, but cannot win the inner. Word comes to the Queen\nof the rebels in the north; she sends thirty thousand men against them,\nunder the \u201cfalse\u201d Earl of Warwick, and they never stop till they reach\nYork. (A gap occurs here, which need not be a large one, considering the\nleaps taken already.) Northumberland is gone, Westmoreland vanished, and\nNorton and his eight sons fled.\n\n5\u201310. The Countess of Northumberland would have been the last person to\ngive such advice as is attributed to her. \u201cHis wife, being the stouter\nof the two, doth encourage him to persevere, and rideth up and down with\nthe army, so as the grey mare is the better horse.\u201d Hunsdon to Cecil,\nNovember twenty-sixth, MS. cited by Froude.\n\n11\u201327. Richard Norton, miscalled Francis in 40, was a man of seventy-one\nwhen he engaged in the rising, and the father of eleven sons and eight\ndaughters. Seven of the sons were involved in the rebellion. Francis,\nthe eldest son, so far from standing out, took a prominent part with his\nfather. But what is said of Francis is true of William, the fourth son.\nSir George Bowes says of him: \u201cI neither heard or could perceive William\nNorton to deal with any office or charge amongst the rebels, but, as I\nhave heard it affirmed, he both refused the taking charge of horsemen\nwhen it was offered unto him, and also _would wear no armor_. Farther,\nupon my departure from the castle [Barnard Castle], he came to me, and\nin the way as he rode with me, he entered to declare that he greatly\nmisliked of all their doings and practices, saying that he was there\namongst them for his father\u2019s sake, and to accompany him, and otherways\nhe never had been with them,\u201d etc. MS. cited by Sharp, p. 284.\n\nChristopher Norton deserves the distinction accorded him in the ballad.\n\u201cChristopher had been among the first to enroll himself a knight of Mary\nStuart. His religion had taught him to combine subtlety with courage,\nand through carelessness or treachery, or his own address, he had been\nadmitted into Lord Scrope\u2019s guard at Bolton Castle. There he was allowed\nto assist his lady\u2019s escape, should escape prove possible; there he was\nable to receive messages and carry them; there, to throw the castellan\noff his guard, he pretended to flirt with her attendants, and twice at\nleast, by his own confession, closely as the prisoner was watched, he\ncontrived to hold private communications with her.\u201d (Froude, Reign of\nElizabeth, III, 505, where follow lively particulars of these two\nencounters.) Christopher was the only one of the Nortons who is known to\nhave suffered the death-penalty of treason; it was \u201cafter he had beheld\nthe death of his uncle, as well his quartering as otherwise, knowing and\nbeing well assured that he himself must follow the same way.\u201d (Sharp, p.\n286.) Richard Norton, the father, fled to Flanders with his sons Francis\nand Sampson, and all three seem to have died there.\n\n33 f. Sussex to Cecil: Dec. 6. \u201cThe rebels have shot three days together\nat the wall of the outer ward, but they have done no hurt.\u201d Dec. 8. \u201cThe\nrebels have won the first ward.\u201d Sir George Bowes\u2019 men leaped the walls,\none day some eighty at a time, and the next day seven or eight score of\nthe best disposed, who had been appointed to guard the gates, suddenly\nset them open, and went to the rebels; whereupon Sir George was driven\nto composition, and there was no need to take the inner walls.[260]\n\n\nA considerable number of \u201cballetts\u201d were called forth by the northern\nrebellion, and a few of these have been preserved. See Arber,\nStationers\u2019 Registers, I, 404\u20136, 407\u20139, 413\u201315; A Collection of\nSeventy-Nine Blackletter Ballads, etc., 1870, pp. xxv, 1, 56, 231, 239.\n\nThe copy in the Reliques is translated by Seckendorf, Musenalmanach,\n1807, p. 103; by Doenniges, p. 102.\n\n\n 1\n Listen, liuely lordings all,\n And all _tha_t beene this place within:\n If you\u2019le giue eare vnto my songe,\n I will tell you how this geere did begin.\n\n 2\n It was the good Erle of Westmorlande,\n A noble erle was call\u00ebd hee,\n And he wrought treason against the crowne;\n Alas, itt was the more pittye!\n\n 3\n And soe itt was the Erle of Northumberland,\n Another good noble erle was hee;\n They tooken both vpon one p_ar_t,\n Against the crowne they wolden bee.\n\n 4\n Earle Pearcy is into his garden gone,\n And after walkes his awne ladye:\n \u2018I heare a bird sing in my eare\n _Tha_t I must either ffight or fflee.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018God fforbidd,\u2019 shee sayd, \u2018good my lord,\n _Tha_t euer soe _tha_t it shalbee!\n But goe to London to the court,\n And faire ffall truth and honestye!\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018But nay, now nay, my ladye gay,\n _Tha_t eu_er_ it shold soe bee;\n My treason is knowen well enoughe;\n Att the court I must not bee.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018But goe to the court yet, good my lo_rd_,\n Take men enowe w_i_th thee;\n If any man will doe you wronge,\n Yo_u_r warrant they may bee.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018But nay, now nay, my lady gay,\n For soe itt must not bee;\n If I goe to the court, ladye,\n Death will strike me, and I must dye.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018But goe to the court yett, [good] my lord,\n I my-selfe will ryde w_i_th thee;\n If any man will doe you wronge,\n Yo_u_r borrow I shalbee.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018But nay, now nay, my lady gay,\n For soe it must not bee;\n For if I goe to the court, ladye,\n Thou must me neuer see.\n\n 11\n \u2018But come hither, thou litle foot-page,\n Come thou hither vnto mee,\n For thou shalt goe a message to M_aster_ Norton,\n In all the hast _tha_t eu_er_ may bee.\n\n 12\n \u2018Comend me to _tha_t gentleman;\n Bring him here this letter from mee,\n And say, I pray him earnestlye\n _Tha_t hee will ryde in my companye.\u2019\n\n 13\n But one while the foote-page went,\n Another while he rann;\n Vntill he came to M_aster_ Norton,\n The ffoot-page neuer blanne.\n\n 14\n And when he came to M_aster_ Nortton,\n He kneeled on his knee,\n And tooke the letter betwixt his hands,\n And lett the gentleman it see.\n\n 15\n And when the letter itt was reade,\n Affore all his companye,\n I-wis, if you wold know the truth,\n There was many a weeping eye.\n\n 16\n He said, Come hither, Kester Nortton,\n A ffine ffellow thou seemes to bee;\n Some good councell, Kester Nortton,\n This day doe thou giue to mee.\n\n 17\n \u2018Marry, I\u2019le giue you councell, ffather,\n If you\u2019le take councell att me,\n _Tha_t if you haue spoken the word, father,\n _Tha_t backe againe you doe not flee.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018God a mercy! Christopher Nortton,\n I say, God a mercye!\n If I doe liue and scape w_i_th liffe,\n Well advanced shalt thou bee.\n\n 19\n \u2018But come you hither, my nine good sonnes,\n In mens estate I thinke you bee;\n How many of you, my children deare,\n On my p_ar_t _tha_t wilbe?\u2019\n\n 20\n But eight of them did answer soone,\n And spake ffull hastilye;\n Sayes, We wilbe on yo_u_r p_ar_t, ffather,\n Till the day _tha_t we doe dye.\n\n 21\n \u2018But God a mercy! my children deare,\n And eu_er_ I say God a mercy!\n And yett my blessing you shall haue,\n Whether-soeuer I liue or dye.\n\n 22\n \u2018But what sayst thou, thou Ffrancis Nortton,\n Mine eldest sonne and mine heyre trulye?\n Some good councell, Ffrancis Nortton,\n This day thou giue to me.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018But I will giue you councell, ffather,\n If you will take councell att mee;\n For if you wold take my councell, father,\n Against the crowne you shold not bee.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018But ffye vpon thee, Ffrancis Nortton!\n I say ffye vpon thee!\n When thou was younge and tender of age\n I made ffull much of thee.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018But yo_u_r head is white, ffather,\u2019 he sayes,\n \u2018And yo_u_r beard is wonderous gray;\n Itt were shame ffor yo_u_r countrye\n If you shold rise and fflee away.\u2019\n\n 26\n \u2018But ffye vpon thee, thou coward Ffrancis!\n Thou neu_er_ tookest _tha_t of mee!\n When thou was younge and tender of age\n I made too much of thee.\u2019\n\n 27\n \u2018But I will goe w_i_th you, father,\u2019 q_uo_th hee;\n \u2018Like a naked man will I bee;\n He _tha_t strikes the first stroake against the crowne,\n An ill death may hee dye!\u2019\n\n 28\n But then rose vpp M_aster_ Nortton, _tha_t esq_uier_,\n W_i_th him a ffull great companye;\n And then the erles they comen downe\n To ryde in his companye.\n\n 29\n Att Whethersbye the mustered their men,\n Vpon a ffull fayre day;\n Thirteen thousand there were seene\n To stand in battel ray.\n\n 30\n The Erle of Westmoreland, he had in his ancyent\n The dunn bull in sight most hye,\n And three doggs w_i_th golden collers\n Were sett out royallye.\n\n 31\n The Erle of Northumberland, he had in his ancyent\n The halfe moone in sight soe hye,\n As the Lo_rd_ was crucifyed on the crosse,\n And set forthe pleasantlye.\n\n 32\n And after them did rise good S_i_r George Bowes,\n After them a spoyle to make;\n The erles returned backe againe,\n Thought eu_er_ _tha_t k_nigh_t to take.\n\n 33\n This barron did take a castle then,\n Was made of lime and stone;\n The vttermost walls were ese to be woon;\n The erles haue woon them anon.\n\n 34\n But tho they woone the vttermost walls,\n Quickly and anon,\n The innermust walles the cold not winn;\n The were made of a rocke of stone.\n\n 35\n But newes itt came to leeue London,\n In all the speede _tha_t eu_er_ might bee;\n And word it came to our royall queene\n Of all the rebells in the north countrye.\n\n 36\n Shee turned her grace then once about,\n And like a royall queene shee sware;\n Sayes, I will ordaine them such a breake-fast\n As was not in the north this thousand yeere!\n\n 37\n Shee caused thirty thousand men to be made,\n W_i_th horsse and harneis all quicklye;\n And shee caused thirty thousand men to be made,\n To take the rebells in the north countrye.\n\n 38\n They tooke w_i_th them the false Erle of Warwicke,\n Soe did they many another man;\n Vntill they came to Yorke castle,\n I-wis they neu_er_ stinted nor blan.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 39\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018Spread thy ancyent, Erle of Westmoreland!\n The halfe-moone ffaine wold wee see!\u2019\n\n 40\n But the halfe-moone is fled and gone,\n And the dun bull vanished awaye;\n And Ffrancis Nortton and his eight sonnes\n Are ffled away most cowardlye.\n\n 41\n Ladds w_i_th mony are counted men,\n Men w_i_thout mony are counted none;\n But hold yo_u_r tounge! why say you soe?\n Men wilbe men when mony is gone.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 3^4. their _for_ the.\n\n 7^4. they _altered in MS. from_ them.\n\n 18^1. amercy: _and afterwards_.\n\n 19^1. 9.\n\n 20^1. 8^{th}.\n\n 21^2. godamercy.\n\n 29^3. 13000.\n\n 30^2. Dum\u0304: m _for_ nn. _Furnivall._\n\n 30^3. 3.\n\n 34^3. imermust.\n\n 35^2. all they.\n\n 36^4. 1000.\n\n 37^{1,3}. 30000.\n\n 38^2. _Only half the_ n _in many. Furnivall_.\n\n And _for_ & _throughout_.\n\n _Variations of the copy in_ Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1765, I, 250.\n\n 1^{2\u20134}.\n Lithe and listen unto mee,\n And I will sing of a noble earle,\n The noblest earle in the north countrie.\n\n 2, 3 _wanting._\n\n 4^2. after him walkes his faire.\n\n 4^3. mine.\n\n 5^{1,2}.\n Now heaven forefend, my dearest lord,\n That eer such harm should hap to thee.\n\n 6^1, 8^1, 10^1, 24^1. Now _for_ But.\n\n 6^{2,3}.\n Alas thy counsell suits not mee;\n Mine enemies prevail so fast.\n\n 6^4. That at: I may.\n\n 7^1. O goe.\n\n 7^2. And take thy gallant men.\n\n 7^3. any dare to doe.\n\n 7^4. Then your warrant.\n\n 8^1. thou lady faire.\n\n 8^2. The court is full of subtiltie.\n\n 8^3. And if.\n\n 8^4. Never more I may thee see.\n\n 9^1. Yet goe to the court, my lord, she sayes.\n\n 9^2. And I: will goe wi. ryde _in ed._ 1794.\n\n 9^3. At court then for my dearest lord.\n\n 9^4. His faithfull borrowe I will.\n\n 10^1. lady deare.\n\n 10^{2\u20134}.\n Far lever had I lose my life,\n Than leave among my cruell foes\n My love in jeopardy and strife.\n\n 11^1. come thou: my little.\n\n 11^3. To maister Norton thou must goe.\n\n 12^2. And beare this letter here fro mee.\n\n 12^3. And say that earnestly I praye.\n\n 12^4. That _wanting_.\n\n 13^1. But _wanting_: little footpage.\n\n 13^2. And another.\n\n 13^3. to his journeys end.\n\n 13^4. little footpage.\n\n 14^1. When to that gentleman he came.\n\n 14^2. Down he knelt upon.\n\n 14^{3,4}.\n Quoth he, My lord commendeth him,\n And sends this letter unto thee.\n\n _The reading of the Folio is restored in ed. 1794._\n\n 15^2. Affore that goodlye.\n\n 15^3. you the truthe wold know.\n\n 16^1. thither, Christopher.\n\n 16^2. A gallant youth thou seemst.\n\n 16^{3,4}.\n What doest thou counsell me, my sonne,\n Now that good earle\u2019s in jeopardy.\n\n 17.\n Father, my counselle\u2019s fair and free;\n That earle he is a noble lord,\n And whatsoever to him you hight,\n I wold not have you breake your word.\n\n 18^{1\u20133}.\n Gramercy, Christopher, my sonne,\n Thy counsell well it liketh mee,\n And if we speed, and\n\n 18^4. thou shalt.\n\n 19^1. But _wanting_.\n\n 19^2. Gallant men I trowe.\n\n 19^4. Will stand by that good earle and mee.\n\n 20^1. But _wanting_: answer make.\n\n 20^2. Eight of them spake hastilie.\n\n 20^{3,4}.\n O father, till the daye we dye,\n We\u2019ll stand by that good earle and thee.\n\n 21^1.\n Gramercy now, my children deare,\n You showe yourselves right bold and brave;\n And whethersoeer I live or dye,\n A fathers blessing you shal have.\n\n 22^1. O Francis.\n\n 22^{2\u20134}.\n Thou art mine eldest sonn and heire;\n Somewhat lyes brooding in thy breast,\n Whatever it bee, to mee declare.\n\n 23 _wanting, and instead, this stanza, like_ 25:\n Father, you are an aged man,\n Your head is white, your bearde is gray;\n It were a shame, at these your yeares,\n For you to ryse in such a fray.\n\n 24, 26. _For these_:\n Now fye upon thee, coward Francis,\n Thou never learnedst this of mee;\n When thou wert yong and tender of age,\n Why did I make soe much of thee?\n\n 27^{1,2}.\n But, father, I will wend with you,\n Unarmd and naked will I bee.\n\n 27^3. And he: the first stroake _wanting_.\n\n 27^4. Ever an.\n\n 28.\n Then rose that reverend gentleman,\n And with him came a goodlye band,\n To join with the brave Earl Percy,\n And all the flower o Northumberland.\n\n 29.\n With them the noble Nevill came,\n The earle of Westmorland was hee;\n At Wetherbye they mustred their host,\n Thirteen thousand faire to see.\n\n 30^{1,2}.\n Lord Westmorland his ancyent raisde,\n The dun bull he raysd on hye.\n\n 30^3. And _wanting_: collars brave.\n\n 30^4. Were there sett out most.\n\n 31.\n Earl Percy there his ancyent spred,\n The half moone shining all soe faire;\n The Nortons ancyent had the crosse,\n And the five wounds our Lord did beare.\n\n 32^1. Then Sir George Bowes he straitwaye rose.\n\n 32^2. some spoyle.\n\n 32^3. Those noble earles turnd.\n\n 32^4. And aye they vowed that.\n\n 33.\n That baron he to his castle fled,\n To Barnard castle then fled hee;\n The uttermost walles were eathe to win,\n The earles have wonne them presentlie.\n\n 34.\n The uttermost walles were lime and bricke;\n But thoughe they won them soon anone,\n Long eer they wan the innermost walles,\n For they were cut in rocke of stone.\n\n 35^1. Then newes unto leeve London came.\n\n 35^2. ever may.\n\n 35^3. word is brought.\n\n 35^4. Of the rysing in.\n\n 36^1. Her grace she turned her round about.\n\n 36^2. swore.\n\n 36^3. Sayes _wanting_.\n\n 36^4. As never was in the North before.\n\n 37^1. be raysd.\n\n 37^2. harneis faire to see.\n\n 37^3. And _wanting_: be raised.\n\n 37^4. the earles i th\u2019.\n\n 38^{1,2}.\n Wi them the false Earle Warwick went,\n Th\u2019 earle Sussex and the lord Hunsd\u00e8n.\n\n 38^3. to Yorke castle came.\n\n 38^4. stint ne.\n\n 39.\n Now spread thy ancyent, Westmorland,\n Thy dun bull faine would we spye;\n And thou, the Earl o Northumberland,\n Now rayse thy half moone up on hye.\n\n 40^1. the dun bulle is.\n\n 40^2. the half moone vanished.\n\n 40^{3,4}.\n The Earles, though they were brave and bold,\n Against soe many could not stay.\n\n 41.\n Thee, Norton, wi thine eight good sonnes,\n They doomd to dye, alas! for ruth!\n Thy reverend lockes thee could not save,\n Nor them their faire and blooming youthe.\n\n Wi them full many a gallant wight\n They cruellye bereavd of life,\n And many a childe made fatherlesse,\n And widowed many a tender wife.\n\n\n\n\n 176\n\n NORTHUMBERLAND BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS\n\n \u2018Northumberland betrayd by Dowglas,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 259; Hales and\n Furnivall, II, 217.\n\n\nPrinted in Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1765, I, 257, \u201cfrom two copies [which\ncontained great variations, 1794, I, 297], one of them in the Editor\u2019s\nfolio MS.\u201d In this manuscript Percy makes these notes. \u201cN. B. My other\ncopy is more correct than this, and contains much which is omitted here.\nN. B. The other copy begins with lines the same as that in page 112\n[that is, the \u2018Earl of Westmoreland\u2019]. The minstrels often made such\nchanges.\u201d\n\nSee the preface to the foregoing ballad as to the probable character of\nthe copy, which \u201ccontains much that is omitted here.\u201d\n\nThe Earl of Sussex writes on December 22d that, the next morning after\nNorthumberland and Westmorland took refuge in Liddesdale, Martin Eliot\nand others of the principal men of the dale raised a force against the\nearls, Black Ormiston, and the rest of their company, and offered fight;\nbut in the end, Eliot, wishing to avoid a feud, said to Ormiston that\n\u201che would charge him and the rest before the Regent for keeping of the\nrebels of England, if he did not put them out of the country, and that\nif they [the earls] were in the country after the next day, he would do\nhis worst against them and all that maintained them.\u201d Whereupon the\nearls were driven to quit Liddesdale and to fly to one of the Armstrongs\nin the Debateable Land, leaving the Countess of Northumberland \u201cat John\nof the Sydes house, a cottage not to be compared to any dog-kennel in\nEngland.\u201d Three days later Sussex and Sadler write that \u201cthe Earl of\nNorthumberland was yesterday [the 24th], at one in the afternoon,\ndelivered by one Hector, of Harlaw wood, of the surname of the\nArmstrongs, to Alexander Hume, to be carried to the Regent.\u201d[261] The\nRegent took Northumberland to Edinburgh, and on the second of January,\n1570, committed him to the castle of Lochleven, attended by two\nservants.[262]\n\nThe sentiment of Scotsmen, and especially of borderers, was outraged by\nthis proceeding: \u201cfor generally, all sorts, both men and women, cry out\nfor the liberty of their country; which is, to succor banisht men, as\nthemselves have been received in England not long since, and is the\nfreedom of all countries, as they allege.\u201d[263]\n\nNorthumberland remained in confinement at Lochleven until June, 1572.\nMeanwhile the Countess of Northumberland, who had escaped to Flanders,\nhad been begging money to buy her husband of the Scots, and had been\nnegotiating with Douglas of Lochleven to that effect. She was ready to\ngive the sum demanded, which seems to have been two thousand pounds, as\nsoon as sufficient assurance could be had that her husband would be\nliberated upon payment of the money. Lord Hunsdon discussed the\nsurrender of Northumberland with the Earl of Morton and the Commendator\nof Dunfermling, on the occasion of their coming to Berwick to treat\nabout the pacification of the troubles in Scotland. \u201cThey made recital\nof the charges that the lord of Lochleven hath been at with the said\nearl, and how the earl hath offered the lord of Lochleven four thousand\nmarks sterling, to be paid presently to him in hand, to let him go.\nNotwithstanding, both he and the rest shall be delivered to her Majesty\nupon reasonable consideration of their charges.\u201d (November 22, 1571.)\nPolitical considerations turned the scale, and on the seventh of June\nLord Hunsdon paid the two thousand pounds which the countess had\noffered, and Northumberland was put into his hands. Hunsdon had the earl\nin custody at Berwick until the following August. He was then made over\nto Sir John Forster, Warden of the Middle Marches, taken to York and\nthere beheaded (August 27th, 1572).[264]\n\nThe ballad-minstrel acquaints us with circumstances concerning the\nsurrender of Northumberland which are not known to any of the\nhistorians. One night, when many gentlemen are supping at Lochleven\nCastle, William Douglas, the laird of the castle, rallies the earl on\naccount of his sadness; there is to be a shooting in the north of\nScotland the next day, and to this Douglas has engaged his word that\nPercy shall go. Percy is ready to ride to the world\u2019s end in Douglas\u2019s\ncompany. Mary Douglas, William\u2019s sister, interposes: her brother is a\ntraitor, and has taken money from the Earl [Morton?] to deliver Percy to\nEngland. Northumberland will not believe this; the surrender of a\nbanisht man would break friendship forever between England and Scotland.\nMary Douglas persists; he had best let her brother ride his own way, and\nhe can tell the English lords that he cannot be of the party because he\nis in an isle of the sea (an obstacle which must appear to us not\ngreater for one than for the other); and while her brother is away she\nwill carry Percy to Edinburgh Castle, and deliver him to Lord Hume, who\nhas already suffered loss in his behalf. But if he will not give\ncredence to her, let him come on her right hand, and she will shew him\nsomething. Percy never loved witchcraft, but permits his chamberlain to\ngo with the lady. Mary Douglas\u2019s mother was a witch-woman, and had\ntaught her daughter something of her art. She shows the chamberlain\nthrough the belly of a ring many Englishmen who are on the await for his\nmaster, among them Lord Hunsdon, Sir William Drury, and Sir John\nForster, though at that moment they are thrice fifty mile distant. The\nchamberlain goes back to his lord weeping, but the relation of what he\nhas seen produces no effect. Percy says he has been in Lochleven almost\nthree years and has never had an \u2018outrake\u2019 (outing); he will not hear a\nword to hinder him from going to the shooting. He twists from his finger\na gold ring\u2014left him when he was in Harlaw wood\u2014and gives it to Mary\nDouglas, with an assurance that, though he may drink, he will never eat,\ntill he is in Lochleven again. Mary faints when she sees him in the\nboat, and Percy once and again proposes to go back to see how she fares;\nbut William Douglas treats the fainting very lightly; his sister is\ncrafty enough to beguile thousands like them. When they have sailed the\nfirst fifty mile (it will be borne in mind that the Douglas castle is\ndescribed as being on an isle of the sea), James Swynard, the\nchamberlain,[265] asks how far it is to the shooting, and gets an\nalarming answer: fair words make fools fain; whenever they come to the\nshooting, they will think they have come soon enough! Jamie carries this\nanswer to his master, who finds nothing discouraging in it; it was meant\nonly to try his mettle. But after sailing fifty miles more, Percy\nhimself calls to Douglas and asks what his purpose is. \u201cLook that your\nbridle be strong and your spurs be sharp,\u201d says Douglas (but 49^1 is\nprobably corrupted). \u201cThis is mere flouting,\u201d replies Percy; \u201cone\nArmstrong has my horse, another my spurs and all my gear.\u201d Fifty miles\nmore of the sea, and they land Lord Percy at Berwick, a deported,\n\u201cextradited\u201d man!\n\n14. The Countess of Northumberland was sheltered for some time at Hume\nCastle (Sir C. Sharp\u2019s Memorials, pp. 143, 146, 150, 344, ff). The\ncastle was invested, and by direction of Lord Hume, then absent in\nEdinburgh, was surrendered without resistance, in the course of Sussex\u2019s\ndestructive raid in April, 1570. Cabala, ed. 1663, p. 175. See also\nDiurnal of Occurrents, p. 170.\n\n19. Witchcraft was rife at the epoch of this ballad, nor was the\nimputation of it confined to hags of humble life. The Lady Buccleuch,\nthe Countess of Athole, and the Lady Foullis were all accused of\npractising the black art. Nothing in that way was charged upon Lady\nDouglas of Lochleven, the mother of William Douglas and of the Regent\nMurray; but Lady Janet Douglas, sister of the Earl of Angus, had been\nburnt in 1537 for meditating the death of James V by poison or\nwitchcraft, and it is possible, as Percy has suggested, that this\noccurrence may have led to the attribution of sorcery to Lady Douglas of\nLochleven.[266]\n\nMary Douglas shows Northumberland\u2019s chamberlain, through the hollow of\nher ring, the English lords who are waiting for his master \u201cthrice fifty\nmile\u201d distant, at Berwick. In a Swiss popular song the infidelity of a\nlover is revealed by a look through a finger-ring. People on the\nOdenberg hear a drum-beat, but see nothing. A wizard makes one after\nanother look through a ring made by bowing the arm against the side;\nthey see armed men going into and coming out of the hill. So Biarco is\nenabled to see Odin on his white horse by looking through Ruta\u2019s bent\narm.[267]\n\n32, 33. The day after Northumberland was put into his hands, Hunsdon\nwrites to Burghley: \u201cFor the earl, I have had no great talk with him;\nbut truly he seems to follow his old humours, readier to talk of hawks\nand hounds than anything else.\u201d (Sharp, p. 330.)\n\n51. It was their old manner, as Robin Hood says, to leave but little\nbehind; but what is recorded is that, when \u201cthe earls were driven to\nleave Liddesdale and to fly to one of the Armstrongs upon the\nBateable, ... the Liddesdale men stole my lady of Northumberland\u2019s\nhorse, and her two women\u2019s horses, and ten other horses.\u201d Sussex to\nCecil, Sharp, p. 114 f.\n\n52. Percy \u201cleft Lochleven with joy, under the assurance that he should\nbe conveyed in a Scottish vessel to Antwerp. To his surprise and dismay\nhe found himself, after a short voyage, at Coldingham.\u201d Lingard\u2019s\nHistory, VI, 137, London, 1854.\n\n\nThe copy in the Reliques is translated by Doenniges, p. 111.\n\n\n 1\n Now list and lithe, you gentlemen,\n And I\u2019st tell you the veretye,\n How they haue dealt w_i_th a banished man,\n Driuen out of his countrye.\n\n 2\n When as hee came on Scottish ground,\n As woe and wonder be them amonge!\n Ffull much was there traitorye\n The wrought the Erle of Northumberland.\n\n 3\n When they were att the supp_er_ sett,\n Beffore many goodly gentlemen,\n The ffell a fflouting and mocking both,\n And said to the Erle of Northumberland:\n\n 4\n \u2018What makes you be soe sad, my lord,\n And in yo_u_r mind soe sorrowffullye?\n In the north of Scottland to-morrow there\u2019s a shooting,\n And thither thou\u2019st goe, my Lo_rd_ Percye.\n\n 5\n \u2018The buttes are sett, and the shooting is made,\n And there is like to be great royaltye,\n And I am sworne into my bill\n Thither to bring my Lord Pearcy.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018I\u2019le giue thee my hand, Douglas,\u2019 he sayes,\n \u2018And be the faith in my bodye,\n If _tha_t thou wilt ryde to the worlds end,\n I\u2019le ryde in thy companye.\u2019\n\n 7\n And then bespake the good ladye,\n Marry a Douglas was her name:\n \u2018You shall byde here, good English lo_rd_;\n My brother is a traiterous man.\n\n 8\n \u2018He is a traitor stout and stronge,\n As I\u2019st tell you the veretye;\n For he hath tane liuerance of the Erle,\n And into England he will liuor thee.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Now hold thy tounge, thou goodlye ladye,\n And let all this talking bee;\n Ffor all the gold _tha_t\u2019s in Loug Leuen,\n William wold not liuor mee.\n\n 10\n \u2018It wold breake truce betweene England and Scottland,\n And freinds againe they wold neu_er_ bee,\n If he shold liuor a bani[s]ht erle,\n Was driuen out of his owne countrye.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Hold yo_u_r tounge, my lo_rd_,\u2019 shee sayes,\n \u2018There is much ffalsehood them amonge;\n When you are dead, then they are done,\n Soone they will part them freinds againe.\n\n 12\n \u2018If you will giue me any trust, my lord,\n I\u2019le tell you how you best may bee;\n You\u2019st lett my brother ryde his wayes,\n And tell those English lords, trulye,\n\n 13\n \u2018How _tha_t you cannot w_i_th them ryde,\n Because you are in an ile of the sea;\n Then, ere my brother come againe,\n To Edenborrow castle I\u2019le carry thee.\n\n 14\n \u2018I\u2019le liuor you vnto the Lo_rd_ Hume,\n And you know a trew Scothe lo_rd_ is hee,\n For he hath lost both land and goods\n In ayding of yo_u_r good bodye,\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Marry, I am woe, woman,\u2019 he sayes,\n \u2018_Tha_t any freind fares worse for mee;\n For where one saith it is a true tale,\n Then two will say it is a lye.\n\n 16\n \u2018When I was att home in my [realme],\n Amonge my tennants all trulye,\n In my time of losse, wherin my need stoode,\n They came to ayd me honestlye.\n\n 17\n \u2018Therfore I left a many a child ffatherlese,\n And many a widdow to looke wanne;\n And therfore blame nothing, ladye,\n But the woeffull warres w_hi_ch I began.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018If you will giue me noe trust, my lo_rd_,\n Nor noe credence you will give mee,\n And you\u2019le come hither to my right hand,\n Indeed, my lorid, I\u2019le lett you see.\u2019\n\n 19\n Saies, I neuer loued noe witchcraft,\n Nor neu_er_ dealt w_i_th treacherye,\n But euermore held the hye way;\n Alas, _tha_t may be seene by mee!\n\n 20\n \u2018If you will not come yo_u_r selfe, my lo_rd_,\n You\u2019le lett yo_u_r chamberlaine goe w_i_th mee,\n Three words _tha_t I may to him speake,\n And soone he shall come againe to thee.\u2019\n\n 21\n When Iames Swynard came _tha_t lady before,\n Shee let him see thorrow the weme of her ring\n How many there was of English lords\n To wayte there for his m_aster_ and him.\n\n 22\n \u2018But who beene yonder, my good ladye,\n _Tha_t walkes soe royallye on yonder greene?\u2019\n \u2018Yonder is Lo_rd_ Hunsden, Iamye,\u2019 she saye[d],\n \u2018Alas, hee\u2019le doe you both tree and teene!\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018And who beene yonder, thou gay ladye,\n _Tha_t walkes soe royallye him beside?\u2019\n \u2018Yond is S_i_r W_illia_m Drurye, Iamy,\u2019 shee sayd,\n \u2018And a keene capt_ain_ hee is, and tryde.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018How many miles is itt, thou good ladye,\n Betwixt yond English lord and mee?\u2019\n \u2018Marry, thrise fifty mile, Iamy,\u2019 shee sayd,\n \u2018And euen to seale and by the sea.\n\n 25\n \u2018I neu_er_ was on English ground,\n Nor neu_er_ see itt w_i_th mine eye,\n But as my witt and wisedome serues,\n And as [the] booke it telleth mee.\n\n 26\n \u2018My mother, shee was a witch woman,\n And p_ar_t of itt shee learned mee;\n Shee wold let me see out of Lough Leuen\n What they dyd in London cytye.\u2019\n\n 27\n \u2018But who is yonde, thou good laydye,\n _Tha_t comes yonder w_i_th an osterne fface?\u2019\n \u2018Yond\u2019s S_i_r Iohn Forster, Ia_m_ye,\u2019 shee sayd;\n \u2018Methinkes thou sholdest better know him then I.\u2019\n \u2018Euen soe I doe, my goodlye ladye,\n And eu_er_ alas, soe woe am I!\u2019\n\n 28\n He pulled his hatt ouer his eyes,\n And, Lord, he wept soe tenderlye!\n He is gone to his m_aster_ againe,\n And euen to tell him the veretye.\n\n 29\n \u2018Now hast thou beene w_i_th Marry, Iamy,\u2019 he sayd,\n \u2018Euen as thy tounge will tell to mee;\n But if thou trust in any womans words,\n Thou must refraine good companye.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018It is noe words, my lord,\u2019 he sayes;\n \u2018Yonder the men shee letts me see,\n How many English lords there is\n Is wayting there for you and mee.\n\n 31\n \u2018Yonder I see the Lo_rd_ Hunsden,\n And hee and you is of the third degree;\n A greater enemye, indeed, my Lord,\n In England none haue yee.\u2019\n\n 32\n \u2018And I haue beene in Lough Leven\n The most p_ar_t of these yeeres three:\n Yett had I neuer noe out-rake,\n Nor good games _tha_t I cold see.\n\n 33\n \u2018And I am thus bidden to yonder shooting\n By William Douglas all trulye;\n Therfore speake neu_er_ a word out of thy mouth\n That thou thinkes will hinder mee.\u2019\n\n 34\n Then he writhe the gold ring of his ffingar\n And gaue itt to _tha_t ladye gay;\n Sayes, _Tha_t was a legacye left vnto mee\n In Harley woods where I cold bee.\n\n 35\n \u2018Then ffarewell hart, and farewell hand,\n And ffarwell all good companye!\n _Tha_t woman shall neuer beare a sonne\n Shall know soe much of yo_u_r priuitye.\u2019\n\n 36\n \u2018Now hold thy tounge, ladye,\u2019 hee sayde,\n \u2018And make not all this dole for mee,\n For I may well drinke, but I\u2019st neu_er_ eate,\n Till againe in Lough Leuen I bee.\u2019\n\n 37\n He tooke his boate att the Lough Leuen,\n For to sayle now ou_er_ the sea,\n And he hath cast vpp a siluer wand,\n Saies, Fare thou well, my good ladye!\n The ladye looked ouer her left sholder;\n In a dead swoone there fell shee.\n\n 38\n \u2018Goe backe againe, Douglas!\u2019 he sayd,\n \u2018And I will goe in thy companye,\n For sudden sicknesse yonder lady has tane,\n And euer, alas, shee will but dye!\n\n 39\n \u2018If ought come to yonder ladye but good,\n Then blamed sore _tha_t I shall bee,\n Because a banished man I am,\n And driuen out of my owne countrye.\u2019\n\n 40\n \u2018Come on, come on, my lord,\u2019 he sayes,\n \u2018And lett all such talking bee;\n There\u2019s ladyes enow in Lough Leuen\n And for to cheere yonder gay ladye.\u2019\n\n 41\n \u2018And you will not goe yo_u_r selfe, my lord,\n You will lett my chamberlaine go w_i_th mee;\n Wee shall now take our boate againe,\n And soone wee shall ou_er_take thee.\u2019\n\n 42\n \u2018Come on, come on, my lord,\u2019 he sayes,\n \u2018And lett now all this talking bee;\n Ffor my sister is craftye enoughe\n For to beguile thousands such as you and mee.\u2019\n\n 43\n When they had sayled fifty myle,\n Now fifty mile vpon the sea,\n Hee had fforgotten a message _tha_t hee\n Shold doe in Lough Leuen trulye:\n Hee asked, how ffarr it was to _tha_t shooting\n _Tha_t W_illia_m Douglas p_ro_mised mee.\n\n 44\n \u2018Now faire words makes fooles faine,\n And _tha_t may be seene by thy m_aster_ and thee;\n Ffor you may happen think itt soone enoughe\n When-eu_er_ you _tha_t shooting see.\u2019\n\n 45\n Iamye pulled his hatt now ou_er_ his browe,\n I wott the teares fell in his eye;\n And he is to his m_aster_ againe,\n And ffor to tell him the veretye.\n\n 46\n \u2018He sayes fayre words makes fooles faine,\n And _tha_t may be seene by you and mee,\n Ffor wee may happen thinke itt soone enoughe\n When-eu_er_ wee _tha_t shooting see.\n\n 47\n \u2018Hold vpp thy head, Iamye,\u2019 the erle sayd,\n \u2018And neu_er_ lett thy hart fayle thee;\n He did itt but to proue thee w_i_t_h_,\n And see how thow wold take w_i_th death trulye.\u2019\n\n 48\n When they had sayled other fifty mile,\n Other fifty mile vpon the sea,\n Lo_rd_ Peercy called to him, himselfe,\n And sayd, Douglas, what wilt thou doe w_i_th mee?\n\n 49\n \u2018Looke _tha_t yo_u_r brydle be wight, my lord,\n _Tha_t you may goe as a shipp att sea;\n Looke _tha_t yo_u_r spurres be bright and sharpe,\n _Tha_t you may pricke her while shee\u2019le awaye.\u2019\n\n 50\n \u2018What needeth this, Douglas,\u2019 he sayth,\n \u2018_Tha_t thou needest to ffloute mee?\n For I was counted a horsseman good\n Before _tha_t eu_er_ I mett w_i_th thee.\n\n 51\n \u2018A ffalse Hector hath my horsse,\n And eu_er_ an euill death may hee dye!\n And Willye Armestronge hath my spurres\n And all the geere belongs to mee.\u2019\n\n 52\n When the had sayled other fifty mile,\n Other fifty mile vpon the sea,\n The landed low by Barwicke-side;\n A deputed lord landed Lo_rd_ Percye.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 6^1. my Land.\n\n 15^4. 2.\n\n 16^1. _This line is partly pared away. Furnivall._\n\n 18^4. Lorid, _or_ Lou_e_rd; _or_ Lord, _with one stroke too many_.\n _Furnivall._\n\n 20^3. 3.\n\n 22^1. ny _for_ my.\n\n 24^3. 3^{se} 50.\n\n 31^2. 3^d.\n\n 32^2. 3.\n\n 33^4. _Partly cut away by the binder. Furnivall._\n\n 43^{1,2}, 48^{1,2}, 52^{1,2}. 50.\n\n 52^4. land _for_ lord.\n\n And _for_ & _throughout_.\n\n * * * * *\n\n _Variations of_ Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1765, I, 258.\n\n 1\u20133. _Cf. the next ballad_, 1\u20133.\n How long shall fortune faile me nowe,\n And harrowe me with fear and dread?\n How long shall I in bale abide,\n In misery my life to lead?\n\n To fall from my bliss, alas the while!\n It was my sore and heavye lott;\n And I must leave my native land,\n And I must live a man forgot.\n\n One gentle Armstrong I doe ken,\n A Scot he is much bound to mee;\n He dwelleth on the border-side,\n To him I\u2019ll goe right privilie.\n\n Thus did the noble Percy \u2018plaine,\n With a heavy heart and wel-away,\n When he with all his gallant men\n On Bramham moor had lost the day.\n\n But when he to the Armstrongs came,\n They dealt with him all treacherouslye;\n For they did strip that noble earle,\n And ever an ill death may they dye!\n\n False Hector to Earl Murray sent,\n To shew him where his guest did hide,\n Who sent him to the Lough-lev\u00e8n,\n With William Douglas to abide.\n\n And when he to the Douglas came,\n He halched him right courteouslie;\n Sayd, Welcome, welcome, noble earle,\n Here thou shalt safelye bide with mee.\n\n When he had in Lough-leven been\n Many a month and many a day,\n To the regent the lord-warden sent,\n That bannisht earle for to betray.\n\n He offered him great store of gold,\n And wrote a letter fair to see,\n Saying, Good my lord, grant me my boon,\n And yield that banisht man to mee.\n\n Earle Percy at the supper sate,\n With many a goodly gentleman;\n The wylie Douglas then bespake,\n And thus to flyte with him began.\n\n 4^{3 4}.\n To-morrow a shootinge will bee held\n Among the lords of the North countrye.\n\n 5^1. sett, the shooting\u2019s.\n\n 5^2. there will be.\n\n 6^1. hand, thou gentle Douglas: he sayes _wanting_.\n\n 6^2. And here by my true faith, quoth hee.\n\n 6^3. If thou: worldes.\n\n 6^4. I will.\n\n 7^1. bespake a lady faire.\n\n 8^2. As I tell you in privitie.\n\n 8^3. he has. hath, 1794.\n\n 8^4. Into England nowe to \u2018liver.\n\n 9.\n Now nay, now nay, thou goodly lady,\n The regent is a noble lord;\n Ne for the gold in all Engl\u00e0nd\n The Douglas wold not break his word.\n\n When the regent was a banisht man,\n With me he did faire welcome find;\n And whether weal or woe betide,\n I still shall find him true and kind.\n\n 10^1. Tween England and Scotland \u2018twold break truce. Betweene: it,\n 1794.\n\n 10^3. If they.\n\n 11, 12.\n Alas! alas! my lord, she sayes,\n Nowe mickle is their traitor\u00ece;\n Then let my brother ride his ways,\n And tell those English lords from thee.\n\n 13^1. with him.\n\n 14\u201317.\n \u2018To the Lord Hume I will thee bring;\n He is well knowne a true Scots lord,\n And he will lose both land and life\n Ere he with thee will break his word.\u2019\n\n \u2018Much is my woe,\u2019 Lord Percy sayd,\n \u2018When I thinke on my own countr\u00ece;\n When I thinke on the heavye happe\n My friends have suffered there for mee.\n\n \u2018Much is my woe,\u2019 Lord Percy sayd,\n \u2018And sore those wars my minde distresse;\n Where many a widow lost her mate,\n And many a child was fatherlesse.\n\n \u2018And now that I, a banisht man,\n Shold bring such evil happe with mee,\n To cause my faire and noble friends\n To be suspect of treacherie,\n\n \u2018This rives my heart with double woe;\n And lever had I dye this day\n Then thinke a Douglas can be false,\n Or ever will his guest betray.\u2019 he will, 1794.\n\n 18.\n \u2018If you\u2019ll give me no trust, my lord,\n Nor unto mee no credence yield,\n Yet step one moment here aside,\n Ile showe you all your foes in field.\u2019\n\n 19^{1,2}.\n Lady, I never loved witchcraft,\n Never dealt in privy wyle.\n\n 19^4. Of truth and honoure, free from guile.\n\n 20^1. If you\u2019ll.\n\n 20^2. Yet send your chamberlaine with.\n\n 20^3. Let me but speak three words with him.\n\n 20^4. And he.\n\n 21^1. James Swynard with that lady went.\n\n 21^3. She showed him through.\n\n 21^3. many English lords there were.\n\n 21^4. Waiting for.\n\n 22^1. And who walkes yonder.\n\n 22^2. That walkes _wanting_.\n\n 22^3. O yonder is the lord Hunsd\u00e8n.\n\n 22^4. you drie and teene.\n\n 23^1. who beth.\n\n 23^2. so proudly.\n\n 23^3. That is: Iamy _wanting_.\n\n 23^4. And _wanting_.\n\n 24^1. itt, mad\u00e0me.\n\n 24^2. lords.\n\n 24^{3,4}.\n Marry, it is thrice fifty miles,\n To sayl to them upon the sea.\n\n 25^2. Ne never sawe.\n\n 25^{3,4}.\n But as my book it sheweth mee,\n And through my ring I may descrye.\n\n 26^1. witch ladye.\n\n 26^2. And of her skille she.\n\n 27^1. thou lady faire.\n\n 27^2. That looketh with sic an.\n\n 27^{3,4}.\n Yonder is Sir John Foster, quoth shee,\n Alas! he\u2019ll do ye sore disgrace.\n\n 27^{5,6} _wanting_.\n\n 28^1. downe over his browe.\n\n 28^2. And in his heart he was full woe. He wept; his heart he was\n full of woe, 1794.\n\n 28^{3,4}.\n And he is gone to his noble lord,\n Those sorrowfull tidings him to show.\n\n 29.\n Now nay, now nay, good James Swyn\u00e0rd,\n I may not believe that witch lad\u00ece;\n The Douglasses were ever true,\n And they can neer prove false to mee.\n\n 30, 31 _wanting._\n\n 32^1. I have now in Lough-leven been.\n\n 32^3. And I have never had. Yett have I never had, 1794.\n\n 32^4. Ne no good.\n\n 33.\n Therefore I\u2019ll to yond shooting wend,\n As to the Douglas I have hight;\n Betide me weale, betide me woe,\n He neer shall find my promise light.\n\n 34^1. He writhe a gold ring from.\n\n 34^2. that faire lad\u00ece. that gay lad\u00ece, 1794.\n\n 34^3. Sayes, It was all that I cold save.\n\n 35.\n And wilt thou goe, thou noble lord?\n Then farewell truth and honest\u00ece!\n And farewell heart, and farewell hand!\n For never more I shall thee see.\n\n 36 _wanting._\n\n 37^{1,2}.\n The wind was faire, the boatmen calld,\n And all the saylors were on borde;\n Then William Douglas took to his boat,\n And with him went that noble lord.\n\n 37^{3\u20136}.\n Then he cast up a silver wand,\n Says, Gentle lady, fare thee well!\n The lady fett a sigh soe deepe,\n And in a dead swoone down shee fell.\n\n 38, 39.\n Now let us goe back, Douglas, he sayd,\n A sickness hath taken yond faire lad\u00ece;\n If ought befall yond lady but good,\n Then blamed for ever I shall bee.\n\n 40^2. Come on, come on, and let her bee.\n\n 40^4. For to: that gay.\n\n 41.\n \u2018If you\u2019ll not turne yourself, my lord,\n Let me goe with my chamberlaine;\n We will but comfort that faire lady,\n And wee will return to you againe.\n\n 42^{2\u20134}.\n \u2018Come on, come on, and let her bee;\n My sister is crafty, and wold beguile\n A thousand such as you and mee.\n\n 43^2. Now _wanting_: _restored_, 1794.\n\n 43^{3,4} _wanting._\n\n 43^{5\u20136}.\n Hee sent his man to ask the Douglas\n When they shold that shooting see.\n\n 44^1. Faire words, quoth he, they make.\n\n 44^2. And that by thee and thy lord is seen.\n\n 44^3. You may hap to.\n\n 44^4. Ere you that shooting reach, I ween.\n\n 45^1. his hatt pulled over.\n\n 45^{2\u20134}.\n He thought his lord then was betrayd;\n And he is to Earle Percy againe,\n To tell him what the Douglas sayd.\n\n 46 _wanting._\n\n 47^1. head, man, quoth his lord,\n\n 47^{2\u20134}.\n Nor therfore let thy courage fail;\n He did it but to prove thy heart,\n To see if he cold make it quail.\n\n 48^1. had other fifty sayld.\n\n 48^3. calld to the Douglas himselfe. to D., 1794.\n\n 48^4. Sayd, What wilt thou nowe doe.\n\n 49^2. And your horse goe swift as ship.\n\n 50^1. sayd. sayth, 1794.\n\n 50^2. What needest thou to flyte with mee.\n\n 51^1. he hath. hath, 1794.\n\n 51^2. Who dealt with mee so treacherousl\u00ece.\n\n 51^3. A false Armstrong he hath. hath, 1794.\n\n 51^4. geere that. geere, 1794.\n\n 52^3. landed him at Berwick towne. _MS. reading restored_, 1794.\n\n 52^4. The Douglas landed Lord Percie.\n\n _MS. reading restored with_ \u2018laird\u2019 _for_ land.\n\n Then he at Yorke was doomde to dye,\n It was, alas! a sorrowful sight;\n Thus they betrayed that noble earle,\n Who ever was a gallant wight.\n\n\n\n\n 177\n\n THE EARL OF WESTMORELAND\n\n \u2018Earle of Westmorlande,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 112; Hales and Furnivall, I,\n 292.\n\n\n\u201cThese lines,\u201d says Percy in a note in his MS. to 1^1, \u201care given in one\nof my old copies to Lord Northumberland; they seem here corrupted.\u201d The\nfirst three stanzas, with extensive variations, begin \u2018Northumberland\nbetrayed by Douglas,\u2019 as printed in the Reliques, I, 258, 1765. It will\nbe remarked that Percy does not allege that he has an old copy of this\nballad, though he implies he has one of the other, \u2018Northumberland\nbetrayed by Douglas.\u2019\n\nThe earls of Westmoreland and Northumberland, as has been seen, upon\nbeing forced to leave Liddesdale, took refuge for a short time with one\nof the Armstrongs, John of the Side (cf. st. 3). They parted company,\nand Westmoreland, Lady Northumberland, Francis Norton, and others, were\nreceived by Sir Thomas Ker at Fernihurst, near Jedburgh; Old Norton,\nMarkenfield, and others, by Buccleuch at Branxholm. Lady Northumberland\nshortly after removed to Hume Castle. The Regent Murray sent a secret\nmessenger to persuade Fernihurst and Buccleuch to render into his hands\nthe \u201cEarl of Westmoreland and the other her Majesty\u2019s principal rebels\nbeing in their bounds,\u201d Jan. 14, 1570 (cf. st. 9). Westmoreland escaped\nto Flanders in the autumn of 1570, \u201cwith very slight means.\u201d He was very\ndesirous to make his peace with Elizabeth, but the efforts he made were\nunsuccessful, and he wore out thirty-one years in the Low Countries, a\npensioner of Spain, dying at Newport in November, 1601. The countess,\nhis wife, daughter of the poet Surrey, a highly educated and in every\nway admirable woman, was treated by Elizabeth as innocent of treason\n(she was a zealous Protestant), and was granted a decent annuity for the\nsupport of herself and her three daughters. The Countess of\nNorthumberland fled to Flanders in 1570, and lived on the King of\nSpain\u2019s bounty, separated from her children, and with no consolation but\nsuch as she derived from her intense religious and theological\nconvictions, until 1596.[268]\n\nThe ballad-story is that after the flight (as it is described) from\nBramham (\u2018Bramaball\u2019) Moor, Westmoreland sought refuge with Jock\nArmstrong on the west border, who also \u201ctook\u201d[269] or sheltered Old\nNorton and other of the rebels. Neville does not think the Debateable\nLand safe, and goes to Scotland, to Hume Castle, where all the banished\nmen find welcome. The Regent is minded to write to Lord Hume to see\nwhether he can be brought to surrender the fugitives, but on second\nthoughts, being at deadly feud with Hume, he concludes that writing will\nserve no purpose. (10^4 is not very intelligible.) He will rather send\nfor troops from Berwick, and take the men by force. Lord Hume gets\nknowledge of the Regent\u2019s intention, and removes his guests to the\ncastle of \u2018Camelye.\u2019 But still Neville sees that there is no biding even\nin Scotland, and he and his comrades take a noble ship, to be mariners\non the sea.\n\nSo far the ballad, it will be perceived, has an historical substratum,\nthough details are incorrect; what follows is pure fancy work, or rather\nan imitation of stale old romance.\n\nAfter cruising three months, a large ship is sighted. Neville calls\nMarkenfield to council. The latter, who knows every banner that is\nborne, knows whether any man that he has once laid eyes on is friend or\nfoe, knows every language that is spoken, and who has besides (st. 39) a\ngift of prophecy. By the serpent and the serpent\u2019s head and the mole in\nthe midst, Markenfield is able to say that the ship is Don John of\nAustria\u2019s, and he advises flight. This counsel (which would have lost\nNeville much glory and a hundred pounds a day) does not please the earl;\nhe orders his own standard of the Dun Bull to be displayed. Don John\nsends a pinnace, with a herald, to fetch the name of the master of the\nship he has met. Neville refuses to give up his name until he knows the\nmaster of the other vessel; the herald informs him that it is Duke John\nof Austria, who lives in Seville; then says the Briton, Charles Neville\nis my name, and in England I was Earl of Westmoreland. The herald makes\nhis report, and is sent back to invite the nobleman to Don John\u2019s ship;\nfor Don John had read in the \u2018Book of Mable\u2019 that a Briton, Charles\nNeville, \u2018with a child\u2019s voice,\u2019 should come over the sea. Neville is\ncourteously received; Don John desires to see his men; it is but a small\ncompany, says the earl, and calls in Markenfield the prophet, Dacres,\nMaster Norton and four sons, and John of Carnabye. These are all my\ncompany, says Neville; when we were in England, our prince and we could\nnot agree. The duke says Norton and his sons shall go to France, and\nalso Dacres, who shall be a captain; Neville and Markenfield shall go to\nSeville, and the two others (there is but one other, John of Carnabye)\nare to go with Dacres. Neville will not part with men who have known him\nin weal and woe, and the duke says that, seeing he has so much manhood,\nhe shall part with none of them. Both ships land at Seville, where the\nduke recommends Neville to the queen as one who wished to serve her as\ncaptain. The queen, first acquainting herself with his name, makes\nNeville captain over forty thousand men, to keep watch and ward in\nSeville, and to war against the heathen soldan. The soldan, learning in\nBarbary that a venturesome man is in Seville, sends him, through the\nqueen, a challenge to single combat, both lands to be joined in one\naccording to the issue of the fight. The queen declines this particular\nchallenge, but promises the soldan a fight every day for three weeks, if\nhe wishes it. Neville overhears all this and offers the queen to fight\nthe soldan; she thinks it great pity that Neville should die, though he\nis a banished man. Don John informs the queen that he has read in the\nBook of Mable that a Briton was to come over the sea, Charles Neville by\nname, with a child\u2019s voice, and that this man there present hath heart\nand hand. (62 is corrupted.) The queen\u2019s council put their heads\ntogether, and it is determined that Neville shall fight with the soldan.\nThe battle is to come off at the Headless Cross. Neville wishes to see\nthe queen\u2019s ensign. In the ensign is a broken sword, with bloody hands\nand a headless cross. The all-knowing Markenfield pronounces that these\nare a token that the prince has suffered a sore overthrow. Neville\norders his Dun Bull to be set up and trumpets to blow, makes Markenfield\ncaptain over his host during his absence, and rides to the headless\ncross, where he finds the soldan, a foul man to see. The soldan cries\nout, Is it some kitchen-boy that comes to fight with me? Neville replies\nwith a commonplace: thou makest[270] so little of God\u2019s might, the less\nI care for thee. After a fierce but indecisive fight of an hour, the\nsoldan, with a glance at his antagonist, says, No man shall overcome me\nexcept it be Charles Neville. Neville, without avowing his name, waxes\nbold, and presently strikes off the soldan\u2019s head. The queen comes out\nof the city with a procession, takes the crown from her head, and wishes\nto make him king on the spot, but Neville informs her that he has a wife\nin England. So the queen calls for a penman and writes Neville down for\na hundred pound a day, for which he returns thanks, and proffers his\nservices as champion if ever her Grace shall stand in need.\n\n4. Martinfield is Thomas Markenfield of York, one of the most active\npromoters of the rising. He had been long a voluntary exile on account\nof religion, but returned to England the year before the rebellion. He\nfled to the continent with Westmoreland and the Nortons, and had a\npension of thirty-six florins a month from Spain.\n\nBy Lord Dakers should be meant Edward, son of William, Lord Dacre, for\nhe is in the list of fugitive rebels demanded of the Regent Murray by\nLord Sussex. He fled to Flanders. But Leonard Dacre may be intended,\nwho, though he did not take part with the earls, engaged in a rebellion\nof his own in February, 1570, fought and lost a battle, and like the\nrest fled to Flanders.\n\n5. Only two of Richard Norton\u2019s sons went to the Low Countries with\ntheir father, Francis and Sampson. John Carnaby of Langley is in a list\nof persons indicted for rebellion. (Sharp, p. 230.) No reason appears\nwhy he should be distinguished.\n\n11. Captain Reed, one of the captains of Berwick, was suspected of\nhaving to do with the rebels, and on one occasion was observed to be in\ncompany with some of the Nortons, in arms. He was committed to ward, but\nLord Hunsdon stood his friend and brought him through safely. Sharp, p.\n15 f.\n\n21 ff. Don John\u2019s sole connection with the rebels seems to have been the\npaying of their pensions for the short time during which he was governor\nof the Netherlands, 1576\u201378. Westmoreland\u2019s pension was two hundred\nflorins a month. (Sharp, p. 223, note.)\n\n\n 1\n \u2018How long shall fortune faile me now,\n And keepe me heare in deadlye dreade?\n How long shall I in bale abide,\n In misery my life to leade?\n\n 2\n \u2018To ffall from my rose, it was my chance;\n Such was the Queene of England free;\n I tooke a lake, and turned my backe,\n On Bramaball More shee caused me flye.\n\n 3\n \u2018One gentle Armstrong _tha_t I doe ken,\n Alas, w_i_th thee I dare not mocke!\n Thou dwellest soe far on the west border,\n Thy name is called the Lo_rd_ Iocke.\u2019\n\n 4\n Now hath Armstrong taken noble Nevill,\n And as one Martinfield did p_ro_fecye;\n He hath taken the Lo_rd_ Dakers,\n A lords sonne of great degree.\n\n 5\n He hath taken old M_aster_ Nortton,\n And sonnes four in his companye;\n Hee hath taken another gentleman,\n Called Iohn of Carnabie.\n\n 6\n Then bespake him Charles Nevill;\n To all his men, I wott, sayd hee,\n Sayes, I must into Scottland fare;\n Soe nie the borders is noe biding for me.\n\n 7\n When he came to Humes Castle,\n And all his noble companye;\n The Lo_rd_ Hume halched them right soone,\n Saying, Banished men, welcome to mee!\n\n 8\n They had not beene in Humes Castle\n Not a month and dayes three,\n But the regent of Scottland and he got witt\n _Tha_t banished men there shold be.\n\n 9\n \u2018I\u2019le write a letter,\u2019 sayd the regent then,\n \u2018And send to Humes Castle hastilye,\n To see whether Lo_rd_ Hume wilbe soe good\n To bring the banished men vnto mee.\n\n 10\n \u2018_Tha_t lord and I haue beene att deadlye fuyde,\n And hee and I cold neu_er_ agree;\n Writting a letter, _tha_t will not serue;\n The banished men must not speake w_i_th me.\n\n 11\n \u2018But I will send for the garrison of Barwicke,\n _Tha_t they will come all w_i_th speede,\n And w_i_th them will come a noble captaine,\n W_hi_c_h_ is called Capt_ain_ Reade.\u2019\n\n 12\n Then the Lo_rd_ Hume he got witt\n They wold seeke vnto Nevill, where he did lye;\n He tooke them out of the castle of Hume,\n And brought them into the castle of Camelye.\n\n 13\n Then bespake him Charles Nevill,\n To all his men, I wott, spoke hee,\n Sayes, I must goe take a noble shippe,\n And wee\u2019le be marriners vpon the sea.\n\n 14\n I\u2019le seeke out fortune where it doth lye;\n In Scottland there is noe byding for mee;\n Then the tooke leaue w_i_th fayre Scottland,\n For they are sealing vpon the sea.\n\n 15\n They had not sayled vpon the sea\n Not one day and monthes three,\n But they were ware of a Noble shippe,\n _Tha_t fiue topps bare all soe hye.\n\n 16\n Then Nevill called to Martinfeeld,\n Sayd, Martinffeeld, come hither to mee;\n Some good councell, Martinfeeld,\n I pray thee giue it vnto mee.\n\n 17\n Thou told me when I was in England fayre,\n Before _tha_t I did take the sea,\n Thou neu_er_ sawst noe banner borne\n But thou wold ken it w_i_th thine eye.\n\n 18\n Thou neu_er_ saw noe man in the face,\n Iff thou had seene before w_i_th thine eye,\n [But] thou coldest haue kend thy freind by thy foe,\n And then haue told it vnto mee.\n\n 19\n Thou neu_er_ heard noe speeche spoken,\n Neither in Greeke nor Hebrewe,\n [But] thou coldest haue answered them in any language,\n And then haue told it vnto mee.\n\n 20\n \u2018M_aster_, m_aster_, see you yonder faire ancyent?\n Yonder is the serpent and the serpents head,\n The mould-warpe in the middest of itt,\n And itt all shines w_i_th gold soe redde.\n\n 21\n \u2018Yonder is Duke Iohn of Austria,\n A noble warryour on the sea,\n Whose dwelling is in Ciuill land,\n And many men, God wot, hath hee.\u2019\n\n 22\n Then bespake him Martinfeelde,\n To all his fellowes, I wot, said hee,\n Turne our noble shipp about,\n And _tha_t\u2019s a token _tha_t wee will flee.\n\n 23\n \u2018Thy councell is not good, Martinfeeld;\n Itt falleth not out fitting for mee;\n I rue the last time I turnd my backe;\n I did displease my prince and the countrye.\u2019\n\n 24\n Then bespake him noble Nevill,\n To all his men, I wott, sayd hee,\n Sett me vp my faire Dun Bull,\n W_i_th gilden hornes hee beares all soe hye.\n\n 25\n And I will passe yonder noble Duke,\n By the leaue of mild Marye;\n For yonder is the Duke of Austria,\n _Tha_t trauells now vpon the sea.\n\n 26\n And then bespake this noble Duke,\n Vnto his men then sayd hee,\n Yonder is sure some nobleman,\n Or else some youth _tha_t will not flee.\n\n 27\n I will put out a pinace fayre,\n A harold of armes vpon the sea,\n And goe thy way to yonder noble shippe,\n And bring the m_aste_rs name to mee.\n\n 28\n When the herald of armes came before noble Nevill,\n He fell downe low vpon his knee:\n \u2018You must tell me true what is yo_u_r name,\n And in what countrye yo_u_r dwelling may bee.\u2019\n\n 29\n \u2018_Tha_t will I not doe,\u2019 sayd noble Nevill,\n \u2018By Mary mild, _tha_t mayden ffree,\n Except I first know thy m_aste_rs name,\n And in what country his dwelling may bee.\u2019\n\n 30\n Then bespake the herald of armes,\n O _tha_t he spoke soe curteouslye!\n Duke Iohn of Austria is my m_aste_rs name,\n He will neuer lene it vpon the sea.\n\n 31\n He hath beene in the citye of Rome,\n His dwelling is in Ciuillee:\n \u2018Then wee are poore Brittons,\u2019 the Nevill can say,\n \u2018Where wee trauell vpon the sea.\n\n 32\n \u2018And Charles Nevill itt is my name,\n I will neu_er_ lene it vpon the sea;\n When I was att home in England faire,\n I was the Erle of Westmoreland,\u2019 sayd hee.\n\n 33\n Then backe is gone this herald of armes\n Whereas this noble duke did lye;\n \u2018Loe, yonder are poore Brittons,\u2019 can he say,\n \u2018Where the trauell vpon the sea.\n\n 34\n \u2018And Charles Nevill is their m_aste_rs name,\n He will neuer lene it vpon the sea;\n When he was at home in England fayre,\n He was the Erle of Westmoreland, said hee.\u2019\n\n 35\n Then bespake this noble duke,\n And euer he spake soe hastilye,\n And said, Goe backe to yonder noble-man,\n And bid him come and speake w_i_th me.\n\n 36\n For I haue read in the Booke of Mable,\n There shold a Brittaine come ou_er_ the sea,\n Charles Nevill w_i_th a childs voice:\n I pray God _tha_t it may be hee.\n\n 37\n When these two nobles they didden meete,\n They halched eche other right curteouslye;\n Yett Nevill halched Iohn the sooner\n Because a banished man, alas! was hee.\n\n 38\n \u2018Call in yo_u_r men,\u2019 sayd this noble duke,\n \u2018Faine yo_u_r men _tha_t I wold see;\u2019\n \u2018Euer alas!\u2019 said noble Nevill,\n \u2018They are but a litle small companye.\u2019\n\n 39\n First he called in Martinfield,\n _Tha_t Martinffeeld _tha_t cold p_ro_phecye;\n He call[ed] in then Lo_rd_ Dakers,\n A lords sonne of high degree.\n\n 40\n Then called he in old M_aster_ Nortton,\n And sonnes four in his companye;\n He called in one other gentleman,\n Called Iohn of Carnabye.\n\n 41\n \u2018Loe! these be all my men,\u2019 said noble Nevill,\n \u2018And all _tha_t\u2019s in my companye;\n When we were att home in England fayre,\n Our prince and wee cold not agree.\u2019\n\n 42\n Then bespake this noble duke:\n To try yo_u_r manhood on the sea,\n Old M_aster_ Nortton shall goe ou_er_ into France,\n And his sonnes four in his companye.\n\n 43\n And my lo_rd_ Dakers shall goe over into Ffrance,\n There a captaine ffor to bee;\n And those two other gentlemen wold goe w_i_th him,\n And for to fare in his companye.\n\n 44\n And you yo_u_r-selfe shall goe into Ciuill land,\n And Marttinffeild _tha_t can p_ro_phecye;\n \u2018_Tha_t will I not doe,\u2019 sayd noble Nevill,\n \u2018By Mary mild, _tha_t mayden free.\n\n 45\n \u2018For the haue knowen me in wele and woe,\n In neede, scar[s]nesse and pouertye;\n Before I\u2019le p_ar_t w_i_th the worst of them,\n I\u2019le rather p_ar_t w_i_th my liffe,\u2019 sayd hee.\n\n 46\n And then bespake this noble duke,\n And euer he spake soe curteouslye;\n Sayes, You shall p_ar_t w_i_th none of them,\n There is soe much manhood in y_ou_r bodye.\n\n 47\n Then these two noblemen labored together,\n Pleasantlye vpon the sea;\n Their landing was in Ciuill land,\n In Ciuilee that ffaire citye.\n\n 48\n Three nights att this dukes Nevill did lye,\n And serued like a nobleman was hee;\n Then the duke made a supplication,\n And sent it to the queene of Ciuilee.\n\n 49\n Saying, Such a man is yo_u_r citye w_i_thin,\n I mett him pleasantlye vpon the sea;\n He seemes to be a noble man,\n And captaine to yo_u_r Grace he faine wold bee.\n\n 50\n Then the queene sent for [these] noble men\n For to come into her companye;\n When Nevill came before the queene,\n Hee kneeled downe vpon his knee.\n\n 51\n Shee tooke him vp by the lilly-white hand,\n Said, Welcome, my lo_r_d, hither to me;\n You must first tell me yo_u_r name,\n And in what countrye thy dwelling may bee.\n\n 52\n He said, Charles Nevill is my name;\n I will neu_er_ lene it in noe countrye;\n When I was att home in England fayre,\n I was the Erle of Westmorland trulye.\n\n 53\n The queene made him captaine ou_er_ forty thousand,\n Watch and ward w_i_thin Ciuill land to keepe,\n And for to warr against the heathen soldan,\n And for to helpe her in her neede.\n\n 54\n When the heathen soldan he gott witt,\n In Barbarye where he did lye,\n Sainge, Such a man is in yonder citye w_i_thin,\n And a bold venturer by sea is hee.\n\n 55\n Then the heathen soldan made a letter,\n And sent it to the queene instantlye,\n And all that heard this letter reade\n Where it was rehersed in Ciuillee.\n\n 56\n Saying, Haue you any man yo_u_r land w_i_thin\n Man to man dare fight w_i_th mee?\n And both our lands shalbe ioyned in one,\n And cristened lands they both shalbe.\n\n 57\n Shee said, I haue noe man my land w_i_thin\n Man to man dare fight w_i_th thee;\n But euery day thou shalt haue a battell,\n If it be for these weekes three.\n\n 58\n All beheard him Charles Nevill,\n In his bedd where he did lye,\n And when he came the queene before,\n He fell downe low vpon his knee.\n\n 59\n \u2018Grant me a boone, my noble dame,\n For Chrissts loue _tha_t dyed on tree;\n Ffor I will goe fight w_i_th yond heathen soldan,\n If you will bestowe the manhood on mee.\u2019\n\n 60\n Then bespake this curteous queene,\n And eu_er_ shee spoke soe curteouslye:\n Though you be a banished man out of yo_u_r realme,\n It is great pitye _tha_t thou shold dye.\n\n 61\n Then bespake this noble duke,\n As hee stood hard by the queenes knee:\n As I haue read in the Booke of Mable,\n There shall a Brittone come ou_er_ the sea,\n\n 62\n And Charles Nevill shold be his name;\n But a childs voyce, I wott, hath hee,\n And if he be in Christendome;\n For hart and hand this man hath hee.\n\n 63\n Then the queenes councell cast their heads together,\n . . . . . . .\n _Tha_t Nevill shold fight w_i_th the heathen soldan\n _Tha_t dwelt in the citye of Barbarye.\n\n 64\n The battell and place appointed was\n In a fayre greene, hard by the sea,\n And they shood meete att the Headless Crosse,\n And there to fight right manfullye.\n\n 65\n Then Nevill cald for the queenes ancient,\n And faine _tha_t ancient he wold see;\n The brought him forth the broken sword,\n W_i_th bloodye hands therein trulye.\n\n 66\n The brought him forth the headless crosse,\n In _tha_t ancyent it was seene;\n \u2018O this is a token,\u2019 sayd Martinfeeld,\n \u2018_Tha_t sore ouerthrowen this prince hath beene.\n\n 67\n \u2018O sett me vp my fayre Dun Bull,\n And trumpetts blow me farr and nee,\n Vntill I come w_i_thin a mile of the Headlesse Crosse,\n _Tha_t the Headlesse Crosse I may see.\u2019\n\n 68\n Then lighted downe noble Nevill,\n And sayd, Marttinffeeld, come hither to me;\n Heere I make thee choice cap_tain_ over my host\n Vntill againe I may thee see.\n\n 69\n Then Nevill rode to the Headless Crosse,\n W_hi_ch stands soe fayre vpon the sea;\n There was he ware of the heathen soldan,\n Both fowle and vglye for to see.\n\n 70\n Then the soldan began for to call;\n Twise he called lowd and hye,\n And sayd, What is this? Some kitchin boy\n _Tha_t comes hither to fight w_i_th mee?\n\n 71\n Then bespake him Charles Nevill,\n But a childs voice, I wott, had hee:\n \u2018Thou spekest soe litle of Gods might,\n Much more lesse I doe care for thee.\u2019\n\n 72\n Att the first meeting _tha_t these two mett,\n The heathen soldan and the christen man,\n The broke their speares quite in sunder,\n And after _tha_t on foote did stand.\n\n 73\n The next meeting _tha_t these two mett,\n The swapt together w_i_th swords soe fine;\n The fought together till they both swett,\n Of blowes _tha_t were both derf and dire.\n\n 74\n They fought an houre in battell strong;\n The soldan marke[d] Nevill w_i_th his eye;\n \u2018There shall neuer man me ouercome\n Except it be Charles Nevill,\u2019 sayd hee.\n\n 75\n Then Nevill he waxed bold,\n And cunning in fight, I wott, was hee;\n Euen att the gorgett of the soldans iacke\n He stroke his head of p_re_sentlye.\n\n 76\n Then kneeled downe noble Nevill,\n And thanked God for his great grace,\n _Tha_t he shold come soe farr into a strang[e] land,\n To ouercome the soldan in place.\n\n 77\n Hee tooke the head vpon his sword-poynt,\n And carryed it amongst his host soe fayre;\n When the saw the soldans head,\n They thanked God on their knees there.\n\n 78\n Seuen miles from the citye the queene him mett,\n W_i_th p_ro_cession _tha_t was soe fayre;\n Shee tooke the crowne beside her heade,\n And wold haue crowned him k_ing_ there.\n\n 79\n \u2018Now nay! Now nay! my noble dame,\n For soe, I wott, itt cannott bee;\n I haue a ladye in England fayre,\n And wedded againe I wold not bee.\u2019\n\n 80\n The queene shee called for her penman,\n I wot shee called him lowd and hye,\n Saying, Write him downe a hundred pound a day,\n To keepe his men more merrylye.\n\n 81\n \u2018I thanke yo_u_r Grace,\u2019 sayd noble Nevill,\n \u2018For this worthy gift you haue giuen to me;\n If euer yo_u_r Grace doe stand in neede,\n Champion to yo_u_r Highnesse again I\u2019le bee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 1^1. feare _for_ dreade.\n\n 2^2. fayre _for_ free.\n\n 2^4. my _for_ me.\n\n 5^2, 40^2, 42^4. 4.\n\n 5^4. Carnakie: _cf._ 40^4.\n\n 8^2, 15^2, 48^1, 57^4. 3.\n\n 8^3. he & god.\n\n 14^1. fortume.\n\n 15^4. 5.\n\n 20^3. middest ffitt.\n\n 35. The Second Part.\n\n 37^1, 43^3, 47^1, 72^1, 73^1. 2.\n\n 48^4. Ciuilee. _In this and the like names following, the_ u _has\n only one stroke in the MS., as often happens. The letter is not\n meant for_ c, _clearly, as it has not the accent or beak of a_\n c. _Furnivall._\n\n 53^1. 40000.\n\n 55^3. all they? all these?\n\n 62^3. ben.\n\n 70^2. 2[se :].\n\n 78^1. 7.\n\n 80^2. 100[li :].\n\n And _for_ & _always_.\n\n\n\n\n 178\n\n CAPTAIN CAR, OR, EDOM O GORDON\n\n #A.# Cotton MS. Vespasian, A. xxv, No 67, fol. 187, of the last\n quarter of the 16th century,[271] British Museum; Ritson\u2019s Ancient\n Songs, 1790, p. 137; B\u00f6ddeker, in Jahrbuch f\u00fcr romanische und\n englische Sprache und Literatur, XV, 126, 1876 (very incorrectly);\n Transactions of the New Shakspere Society, 1880\u201386, Appendix, p.\n 52[B], edited by F. J. Furnivall.\n\n #B.# Percy MS., p. 34; Hales and Furnivall, I, 79.\n\n #C.# Percy Papers, from a servant of Rev. Robert Lambe\u2019s, 1766.\n\n #D.# \u2018Edom of Gordon,\u2019 an ancient Scottish Poem. Never before printed.\n Glasgow, printed and sold by Robert and Andrew Foulis, 1755, small\n 4\u00ba, 12 pages. Ritson, Scotish Songs, II, 17.\n\n #E.# \u2018Edom o Gordon,\u2019 Kinloch MSS, V, 384.\n\n #F.# The New Statistical Account of Scotland, V, 846, 1845; \u2018Loudoun\n Castle,\u2019 The Ballads and Songs of Ayrshire, J. Paterson and C. Gray,\n 1st Series, p. 74, Ayr, 1846.\n\n #G.# \u2018The Burning o Loudon Castle,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 543.\n\n\nFirst printed by the Foulises, Glasgow, 1755, after a copy furnished by\nSir David Dalrymple, \u201cwho gave it as it was preserved in the memory of a\nlady.\u201d This information we derive from Percy, who inserted the Dalrymple\nballad in his Reliques, 1765, I, 99, \u201cimproved, and enlarged with\nseveral fine stanzas recovered from a fragment ... in the Editor\u2019s folio\nMS.\u201d Seven stanzas of the enlarged copy were adopted from this MS., with\nchanges; 16^{2,4}, 30, 35, 36, are Percy\u2019s own; the last three of the\nGlasgow edition are dropped. Herd\u2019s copy, The Ancient and Modern Scots\nSongs, 1769, p. 234, is from Percy\u2019s Reliques; so is Pinkerton\u2019s,\nScottish Tragic Ballads, 1781, p. 43, with the omission of the seventh\nstanza and many alterations. Ritson, Scotish Songs, 1794, II, 17,\nrepeats the Glasgow copy; so the Campbell MSS, I, 155, and Finlay, I,\n85. The copy in Buchan\u2019s Gleanings, p. 180, is Percy\u2019s, with one stanza\nfrom Ritson. Of twelve stanzas given in Burton\u2019s History of Scotland, V,\n70 f., 3\u20136 are from Percy\u2019s Reliques (modified by #E#, a fragment\nobtained by Burton), the rest from #D#,\n\nDuring the three wretched and bloody years which followed the\nassassination of the regent Murray, the Catholic Earl of Huntly, George\nGordon, was one of the most eminent and active of the partisans of the\nqueen. Mary created him her lieutenant-governor, and his brother, Adam\nGordon, a remarkably gallant and able soldier, whether so created or\nnot, is sometimes called the queen\u2019s deputy-lieutenant in the north. Our\nballad is concerned with a minor incident of the hostilities in\nAberdeenshire between the Gordons and the Forbeses, a rival but much\nless powerful clan, who supported the Reformed faith and the regency or\nking\u2019s party.[272]\n\n\u201cThe queen\u2019s lieutenant-deputy in the north, called Sir Adam Gordon of\nAuchindown, knight, was very vigilant in his function; for suppressing\nof whom the Master of Forbes was directed, with the regent\u2019s commission.\nBut the first encounter, which was upon the ninth day of October [1571],\nAuchindown obtained such victory that he slew of the Forbeses a hundred\nand twenty persons, and lost very few of his own.\u201d This was the battle\nof Tulliangus, on the northern slope of the hills of Coreen, some thirty\nmiles northwest of Aberdeen. Both parties having been reinforced, an\nissue was tried again on the twentieth of November at Crabstane, in the\nvicinity of Aberdeen, where Adam Gordon inflicted a severe defeat on the\nForbeses.[273]\n\n\u201cBut what glory and renown,\u201d says the contemporary History of King James\nthe Sixth, \u201che [Gordon] obtained of these two victories was all cast\ndown by the infamy of his next attempt; for immediately after this last\nconflict he directed his soldiers to the castle of Towie, desiring the\nhouse to be rendered to him in the queen\u2019s name; which was obstinately\nrefused by the lady, and she burst forth with certain injurious words.\nAnd the soldiers being impatient, by command of their leader, Captain\nKer, fire was put to the house, wherein she and the number of\ntwenty-seven persons were cruelly burnt to the death.\u201d\n\nAnother account, reported by a contemporary who lived in Edinburgh, is\nthat \u201cAdam Gordon sent Captain Ker to the place of Toway, requiring the\nlady thereof to render the place of Carrigill to him in the queen\u2019s\nname, which she would noways do; whereof the said Adam having knowledge,\nmoved in ire towards her, caused raise fire thereintill, wherein she,\nher daughters, and other persons were destroyed, to the number of\ntwenty-seven or thereby.\u201d[274] This was in November, 1571.\n\nWe have a third report of this outrage from Richard Bannatyne, also a\ncontemporary, a man, it may be observed, bitterly hostile to the queen\u2019s\nparty. \u201cAdam of Gordon ... went to the house of Towie, which he burnt\nand twenty four persons in the same, never one escaping but one woman\nthat came through the corns and hather which was cast to the\nhouse-sides, whereby they were smothered. This was done under assurance;\nfor the laird of Towie\u2019s wife, being sister to the lady Crawfurd (and\nalso died within the house), sent a boy to the laird in time of the\ntruce (which was for the space of twelve hours) to see on what\nconditions they should render the house. In the mean time, Adam Gordon\u2019s\nmen laid the corns and timbers and hather about the house, and set all\non fire.\u201d[275]\n\nBuchanan puts the incident which mainly concerns us between the fights\nof Tulliangus and Crabstone; so does Archbishop Spottiswood. \u201cNot long\nafter\u201d the former, says the archbishop, who was a child of six when the\naffair occurred, Adam Gordon \u201csent to summon the house of Tavoy,\npertaining to Alexander Forbes. The lady refusing to yield without\ndirection from her husband, he put fire unto it and burnt her therein\nwith children and servants, being twenty-seven persons in all. This\ninhuman and barbarous cruelty made his name odious, and stained all his\nformer doings; otherwise he was held both active and fortunate in his\nenterprises.\u201d[276]\n\nBuchanan dispatches the burning of the house in a line: Domus Alexandri\nForbosii, cum uxore pregnante, liberis et ministris, cremata. Ed. 1582,\nfol. 248 b.\n\nTowie was a place of no particular importance; judging both by the\nsquare keep that remains, which is described as insignificant, and by\nthe number of people that the house contained, it must have been a small\nplace. It is therefore more probable that Captain Ker burnt Towie while\nexecuting a general commission to harry the Forbeses than that this\nhouse should have been made a special object. But whether this were so\nor not, it is evident from the terms in which the transaction is spoken\nof by contemporaries, who were familiarized to a ferocious kind of\nwarfare,[277] that there must have been something quite beyond the\ncommon in Captain Ker\u2019s proceedings on this occasion, for they are\ndenounced even in those days as infamous, inhuman, and barbarously\ncruel, and the name of Adam Gordon is said to have been made odious by\nthem.\n\nIt is not to be disguised that the language employed by Spottiswood\nmight be so interpreted as to signify that Ker did not act in this\ndreadful business entirely upon his own responsibility; and the second\nof the four writers who speak circumstantially of the affair even\nintimates that Ker applied to his superior for instructions. On the\nother hand, the author of the History of James the Sixth says distinctly\nthat the house was fired by the command of Ker, whose soldiers were\nrendered impatient by an obstinate refusal to surrender, accompanied\nwith opprobrious words. The oldest of the ballads, also, which is nearly\ncoeval with the occurrence, speaks only of Captain Car, knows nothing of\nAdam Gordon. On the other hand, Bannatyne knows nothing, or chooses to\nsay nothing, of Captain Car: Adam Gordon burns the house, and even does\nthis during a truce. It may be said that, even if the act were done\nwithout the orders or knowledge of Adam Gordon, he deserves all the ill\nfame which has fallen to him, for not punishing, or at least\ndischarging, the perpetrator of such an outrage. But this would be\napplying the standards of the nineteenth century (and its very best\nstandards) to the conduct of the sixteenth. It may be doubted whether\nthere was at that time a man in Scotland, nay, even a man in Europe, who\nwould have turned away a valuable servant because he had cruelly\nexceeded his instructions.[278]\n\nA favorable construction, where the direct evidence is conflicting, is\ndue to Adam Gordon because of his behavior on two other occasions, one\nimmediately preceding, and the other soon following, the burning of the\nhouse of Towie. We are told that he used his victory at Crabstone \u201cvery\nmoderately, and suffered no man to be killed after the fury of the fight\nwas past. Alexander Forbes of Strath-gar-neck, author of all these\ntroubles betwixt these two families, was taken at this battle, and as\nthey were going to behead him Auchindown caused stay his execution. He\nentertained the Master of Forbes and the rest of the prisoners with\ngreat kindness and courtesy, he carried the Master of Forbes along with\nhim to Strathbogie, and in end gave him and all the rest leave to\ndepart.\u201d[279] And again, after another success in a fight called The\nBourd of Brechin, in the ensuing July, he caused all the prisoners to be\nbrought before him, they expecting nothing but death, and said to them:\n\u201cMy friends and brethren, have in remembrance how God has granted to me\nvictory and the upper hand of you, granting me the same vantage [\u2018vand\nand sching\u2019] to punish you wherewith my late father and brother were\npunished at the Bank of Fair; and since, of the great slaughter made on\nthe Queen\u2019s Grace\u2019s true subjects, and most filthily of the hanging of\nmy soldiers here by the Earl of Lennox; and since, by the hanging of ten\nmen in Leith, with other unlawful acts done contrary to the laws of\narms; and I doubt not, if I were under their dominion, as you are under\nmine, that I should die the death most cruelly. Yet notwithstanding, my\ngood brethren and countrymen, be not afraid nor fear not, for at this\npresent ye shall incur no danger of your bodies, but shall be treated as\nbrethren, and I shall do to you after the commandment of God, in doing\ngood for evil, forgetting the cruelty done to the queen and her faithful\nsubjects, and receiving you as her faithful subjects in time coming. Who\npromised to do the same, and for assurance hereof each found surety.\nAfter which the Regent past hastily out of Sterling to Dundee, charging\nall manner of man to follow him, with twenty days victuals, against the\nsaid Adam Gordon. But there would never a man in those parts obey the\ncharge, by reason of the bond made before and of the great gentleness of\nthe said Adam.\u201d[280]\n\nAfter the Pacification of February, 1573, Adam Gordon obtained license\nto go to France and other parts beyond sea, for certain years, on\ncondition of doing or procuring nothing to the hurt of the realm of\nScotland; but for private practices of his, contrary to his promise, in\nconjunction with Captain Ker and others, he was ordered to return home,\n12th May, 1574. His brother, the Earl of Huntly, upon information of\nthese unlawful practices in France, was committed to ward, and when\nreleased from ward had to give security to the amount of \u00a320,000. Adam\nGordon returned in July, 1575, \u201cat the command of the regent,\u201d with\ntwenty gentlemen who had gone to France with him, and was in ward in\n1576. He died at St. Johnston in October, 1580, \u201cof a bleeding.\u201d As he\nwas of tender age in 1562, he must still have been a young man.[281]\n\nThomas Ker was a captain \u201cof men of war\u201d; that is, a professional\nsoldier. As such he is mentioned in one of the articles of the\nPacification, where it is declared that Captain Thomas Ker, Captain\nJames Bruce, and Captain Gilbert Wauchop, with their respective\nlieutenants and ensigns, and two other persons, \u201cshall be comprehended\nin this present pacification, as also all the soldiers who served under\ntheir charges, for deeds of hostility and crimes committed during the\npresent troubles.\u201d He was accused of being engaged in practices against\nthe regency, as we have already seen, in 1574. He was released from ward\nupon caution in February, 1575. 1578, 26th July, he was summoned to\nappear before the king and council to answer to such things as should be\ninquired of him. He is mentioned as a burgher of Aberdeen 1588, 1591.\n1593, 3d March, he is required to give caution to the amount of 1000\nmerks that he will not assist the earls of Huntly and Errol. His\n\u201ccounsail and convoy was chiefly usit\u201d in an important matter at\nBalrinnes in 1594, at which battle he \u201cbehavit himself so valiantly\u201d\nthat he was knighted on the field. November 4, 1594, Captain Thomas Ker\nand James Ker, his brother, are ordered to be denounced as rebels,\nhaving failed to appear to answer touching their treasonable assistance\nto George, sometime Earl of Huntly; and this seems to be the latest\nnotice of him that has been recovered.[282]\n\nIn the Genealogy of the family of Forbes drawn up by Matthew Lumsden in\n1580, and continued to 1667 by William Forbes, p. 43 f., ed. 1819, we\nread: \u201cJohn Forbes of Towie married \u2014\u2014 Grant, daughter to John Grant of\nBandallach, who did bear to him a son who was unmercifullie murdered in\nthe castle of Corgaffe; and after the decease of Bandallach\u2019s daughter,\nthe said John Forbes married Margaret Campbell, daughter to Sir John\nCampbell of Calder, knight, who did bear him three sons, Alex. Forbes of\nTowie, John Forbes, thereafter of Towie, and William Forbes.... The said\nJohn Forbes of Towie, after the murder of Margaret Campbell, married \u2014\u2014\nForbes, a daughter to the Reires,\u201d by whom he had a son, who, as also a\nson of his own, died in Germany. Alexander and William, sons of Margaret\nCampbell, died without succession, and by the death of an only son of\nJohn, junior, the house of Towie became extinct. \u201cThe rest of the said\nMargaret Campbell\u2019s bairns, with herself, were unmercifullie murdered in\nthe castle of Corgaffe.\u201d[283]\n\nAccording to the Lumsden genealogy, then, Margaret Campbell, with her\nyounger children, and also a son of her husband, John Forbes of Towie,\nby a former marriage, were murdered at the castle of Corgaffe. Corgarf\nis a place \u201cexigui nominis,\u201d some fifteen miles west of Towie, and, so\nfar as is known, there is nothing to connect this place with the Forbes\nfamily.[284] Three sixteenth-century accounts, and a fourth by an\nhistorian who was born before the event, make Towie to be the scene of\nthe \u201cmurder,\u201d and Towie we know to have been in the possession of a\nmember of the house of Forbes for several generations. Since Lumsden\nwrote only nine years after the event, and was more particularly\nconcerned with the Forbes family than any of the other writers referred\nto, his statement cannot be peremptorily set aside. But we may owe\nCorgarf to the reviser of 1667, although he professes not to have\naltered the substance of his predecessor\u2019s work.\n\nReverting now to the ballad, we observe that none of the seven versions,\nof which one is put towards the end of the sixteenth century, one is of\nthe seventeenth century, two are of the eighteenth, and the remainder\nfrom tradition of the present century, lay the scene at Towie. #E#,\nwhich is of this century, has Cargarf. #A#, #B#, the oldest copies (both\nEnglish), give no name to the castle. Crecrynbroghe in #A#,\nBittonsborrow in #B#, are not the name of the castle that is burned, but\nof a castle suggested for a winter retirement by one of Car\u2019s men, and\nrejected by the captain. The fragment #C# (English again) also names no\nplace. #D# transfers the scene from the north to the house of Rodes,\nnear Dunse, in Berwickshire, and #F#, #G# to Loudoun castle in Ayrshire;\nthe name of Gordon probably helping to the localizing of the ballad in\nthe former case, and that of Campbell, possibly, in the other.\n\nCaptain Car is the leader of the bloody band in #A#, #B#; he is lord of\nEastertown #A# 6, 13, of Westertown #B# 5, 9; but \u2018Adam\u2019 is said to fire\nthe house in #B# 14. Adam Gordon is the captain in #C-G#. The sufferers\nare in #A# Hamiltons,[285] in #F#, #G#, Campbells. The name Forbes is\nnot preserved in any version.\n\n#A#, #B#. Martinmas weather forces Captain Car to look for a hold.\nCrecrynbroghe, #A#, Bittonsborrow, #B#, is proposed, but he knows of a\ncastle where there is a fair lady whose lord is away, and makes for\nthat. The lady sees from the wall a host of men riding towards the\ncastle, and thinks her lord is coming home, but it was the traitor\nCaptain Car. By supper-time he and his men have lighted about the place.\nCar calls to the lady to give up the house; she shall lie in his arms\nthat night, and the morrow heir his land. She will not give up the\nhouse, but fires on Car and his men. [Orders are given to burn the\nhouse.] The lady entreats Car to save her eldest son. Lap him in a sheet\nand let him down, says Car; and when this is done, cuts out tongue and\nheart, ties them in a handkerchief, and throws them over the wall. The\nyoungest son begs his mother to surrender, for the smoke is smothering\nhim. She would give all her gold and fee for a wind to blow the smoke\naway; but the fire falls about her head, and she and her children are\nburned to death. Captain Car rides away, #A#. The lord of the castle\ndreams, learns by a letter, at London, that his house has been fired,\nand hurries home. He finds the hall still burning, and breaks out into\nexpressions of grief, #A#. In #B#, half of which has been torn from the\nmanuscript, after reading the letter he says he will find Car wherever\nCar may be, and, long ere day, comes to Dractonsborrow, where the\nmiscreant is. If nine or ten stanzas were not lost at this point, we\nshould no doubt learn of the revenge that was taken.\n\nIn the short fragment #C#, upon surrender being demanded, reply is made\nby a shot which kills seven of the beleaguerers. An only daughter,\nsmothered by the reek, asks her mother to give up the house. Rather\nwould I see you burnt to ashes, says the mother. The boy on the nurse\u2019s\nknee makes the same appeal; her mother would sooner see him burnt than\ngive up her house to be Adam of Gordon\u2019s whore.\n\n#D# makes the lady try fair speeches with Gordon, and the lady does not\nreply with firearms to the proposal that she shall lie by his side.\nNevertheless she has spirit enough to say, when her youngest son\nbeseeches her to give up the house, Come weal, come woe, you must take\nshare with me. The daughter, and not the eldest son, is wrapped in\nsheets and let down the wall; she gets a fall on the point of Gordon\u2019s\nspear. Then follow deplorable interpolations, beginning with st. 19.\nEdom o Gordon, having turned the girl over with his spear, and wished\nher alive, turns her owr and owr again! He orders his men to busk and\naway, for he cannot look on the bonnie face. One of his men hopes he\nwill not be daunted with a dame, and certainly three successive\nutterances in the way of sentiment show that the captain needs a little\ntoning up. At this point the lord of the castle is coming over the lea,\nand sees that his castle is in flames. He and his men put on at their\nbest rate; lady and babes are dead ere the foremost arrives; they go at\nthe Gordons, and but five of fifty of these get away.\n\n And _round and round_ the wae\u2019s he went,\n _Their ashes for to view_:\n _At last_ into the flames he flew,\n And bad the world adieu.\n\nThis is superior to turning her owr and owr again, and indeed, in its\nway, not to be improved.\n\nNothing need be said of the fragment #E# further than that the last\nstanza is modern.\n\n#F# is purely traditional, and has one fine stanza not found in any of\nthe foregoing:\n\n Out then spake the lady Margaret,\n As she stood on the stair;\n The fire was at her goud garters,\n The lowe was at her hair.\n\nThere is no firing at the assailants (though the lady wishes that her\nonly son could charge a gun). Lady Margaret, with the flame in her hair,\nwould give the black and the brown for a drink of the stream that she\nsees below. Anne asks to be rowed in a pair of sheets and let down the\nwall; her mother says that she must stay and die with her. Lord Thomas,\non the nurse\u2019s knee, says, Give up, or the reek will choke me. The\nmother would rather be burned to small ashes than give up the castle,\nher lord away. And burnt she is with her children nine.\n\n#G# has the eighteen stanzas of #F#,[286] neglecting slight variations,\nand twenty more (among them the bad #D# 21), nearly all superfluous, and\none very disagreeable. Lady Campbell, having refused to \u201ccome down\u201d and\nbe \u201ckept\u201d (caught) on a feather-bed, 5, 6, is ironically asked by Gordon\nto come down and be kept on the point of his sword, 7. Since you will\nnot come down, says Gordon, fire your death shall be. The lady had\nliefer be burnt to small ashes than give up the castle while her lord is\nfrom home, 10. Fire is set. The oldest daughter asks to be rolled in a\npair of sheets and flung over the wall. She gets a deadly fall on the\npoint of Gordon\u2019s sword, and is turned over and over again, 18, over and\nover again, 19. Lady Margaret cries that the fire is at her garters and\nthe flame in her hair. Lady Ann, from childbed where she lies, asks her\nmother to give up the castle, and is told that she must stay and dree\nher death with the rest. The youngest son asks his mother to go down,\nand has the answer that was given Gordon in 10. The waiting-maid begs to\nhave a baby of hers saved; her lady\u2019s long hair is burnt to her brow,\nand how can she take it? So the babe is rolled in a feather-bed and\nflung over the wall, and gets a deadly fall on the point of Gordon\u2019s\never-ready sword. Several ill-connected stanzas succeed, three of which\nare clearly recent, and then pity for Lady Ann Campbell, who was burnt\nwith her nine bairns. Lord Loudon comes home a \u201csorry\u201d man, but comforts\nhimself with tearing Gordon with wild horses.\n\nA slight episode has been passed over. It is a former servant of the\nfamily that breaks through the house-wall and kindles the fire, #A# 21,\n#D# 12\u201314, #F# 5, 6, #G# 13, 14. In all but #A# he makes the excuse that\nhe is now Gordon\u2019s man, and must do or die.\n\nThere is a Danish ballad of about 1600 (communicated to me by Svend\nGrundtvig, and, I think, not yet printed) in which Karl grevens s\u00f8n, an\nunsuccessful suitor of Lady Linild, burns Lady Linild in her bower, and\ntaking refuge in Maribo church, is there burned himself by Karl\nkejserens s\u00f8n, Lady Linild\u2019s preferred lover. See also \u2018Liden Engel,\u2019\nunder \u2018Fause Foodrage,\u2019 No 89, II, 298.\n\nThe copy in Percy\u2019s Reliques is translated by Bodmer, I, 126, and by\nDoenninges, p. 69; Pinkerton\u2019s copy by Grundtvig, No 9, and by\nLo\u00e8ve-Veimars, p. 307; Knortz, Schottische Balladen, No 13, apparently\ntranslates Allingham\u2019s.\n\n\n A\n\n Cotton MS. Vespasian, A. xxv, No 67, fol. 187; Furnivall, in\n Transactions of the New Shakspere Society, 1880\u201386, Appendix, p.\n 52\u2020.\n\n 1\n It befell at Martynmas,\n When wether waxed colde,\n Captaine Care said to his me_n_,\n We must go take a holde.\n\n Syck, sike, and to-towe sike,\n And sike and like to die;\n The sikest nighte that eu_er_ I abode,\n God lord haue m_er_cy on me!\n\n 2\n \u2018Haille, m_aste_r, and wether you will,\n And wether ye like it best;\u2019\n \u2018To the castle of Crecrynbroghe,\n And there we will take o_ur_ reste.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018I knowe wher is a gay castle,\n Is builded of lyme and stone;\n Within their is a gay ladie,\n Her lord is riden and gone.\u2019\n\n 4\n The ladie she lend on her castle-walle,\n She loked vpp and downe;\n There was she ware of an host of me_n_,\n Come riding to the towne.\n\n 5\n \u2018Se yow, my meri men all,\n And se yow what I see?\n Yonder I see an host of me_n_,\n I muse who they bee.\u2019\n\n 6\n She thought he had ben her wed lord,\n As he comd riding home;\n Then was it trait_ur_ Captaine Care\n The lord of Ester-towne.\n\n 7\n They wer no son_er_ at supper sett,\n Then after said the grace,\n Or Captaine Care and all his men\n Wer lighte aboute the place.\n\n 8\n \u2018Gyue ou_er_ thi howsse, thou lady gay,\n And I will make the a bande;\n To-nighte thou shall ly w_i_t_h_in my arm_es_,\n To-morrowe thou shall ere my lande.\u2019\n\n 9\n The_n_ bespacke the eldest sonne,\n That was both whitt and redde:\n O mother dere, geue ou_er_ y_our_ howsse,\n Or ell_es_ we shalbe deade.\n\n 10\n \u2018I will not geue ou_er_ my hous,\u2019 she saithe,\n \u2018Not for feare of my lyffe;\n It shalbe talked throughout the land,\n The slaughter of a wyffe.\n\n 11\n \u2018Fetch me my pestilett,\n And charge me my gonne,\n That I may shott at yonder bloddy butcher,\n The lord of Easter-towne.\u2019\n\n 12\n Styfly vpon her wall she stode,\n And lett the pellett_es_ flee;\n But then she myst the blody bucher,\n And she slew other three.\n\n 13\n \u2018[I will] not geue ou_er_ my hous,\u2019 she saithe,\n \u2018Netheir for lord nor lowne;\n Nor yet for traito_ur_ Captaine Care,\n The lord of Easter-towne.\n\n 14\n \u2018I desire of Captine Care,\n And all his bloddye band,\n That he would saue my eldest sonne,\n The eare of all my lande.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Lap him in a shete,\u2019 he sayth,\n \u2018And let him downe to me,\n And I shall take him in my armes,\n His waran shall I be.\u2019\n\n 16\n The captayne sayd unto him selfe:\n Wyth sped, before the rest,\n He cut his tonge out of his head,\n His hart out of his brest.\n\n 17\n He lapt them in a handkerchef,\n And knet it of knot_es_ three,\n And cast them ouer the castell-wall,\n At that gay ladye.\n\n 18\n \u2018Fye vpon the, Captayne Care,\n And all thy bloddy band!\n For th_o_u hast slayne my eldest sonne,\n The ayre of all my land.\u2019\n\n 19\n Then bespake the yongest sonne,\n Th_a_t sat on the nurses knee,\n Sayth, Mother gay, geue ouer your house;\n It smoldereth me.\n\n 20\n \u2018I wold geue my gold,\u2019 she saith,\n \u2018And so I wolde my ffee,\n For a blaste of the westryn wind,\n To dryue the smoke from thee.\n\n 21\n \u2018Fy vpo_n_ the, John Hamleton,\n That euer I paid the hyre!\n For th_o_u hast broken my castle-wall,\n And kyndled in the ffyre.\u2019\n\n 22\n The lady gate to her close p_ar_ler,\n The fire fell aboute her head;\n She toke vp her childre_n_ thre,\n Seth, Bab_es_, we are all dead.\n\n 23\n Then bespake the hye steward,\n Th_a_t is of hye degree;\n Saith, Ladie gay, you are in close,\n Wether ye fighte or flee.\n\n 24\n Lord Hamleto_n_ dremd in his dream,\n In Caruall where he laye,\n His halle were all of fyre,\n His ladie slayne or daye.\n\n 25\n \u2018Busk and bowne, my mery me_n_ all,\n Eve_n_ and go ye with me;\n For I dremd th_a_t my haal was on fyre,\n My lady slayne or day.\u2019\n\n 26\n He buskt him and bownd hym,\n And like a worthi knighte;\n And when he saw his hall burni_n_g,\n His harte was no dele lighte.\n\n 27\n He sett a tru_m_pett till his mouth,\n He blew as it plesd his grace;\n Twe_n_ty score of Ha_m_lentons\n Was light aboute the place.\n\n 28\n \u2018Had I knowne as much yesternighte\n As I do to-daye,\n Captaine Care and all his me_n_\n Should not haue gone so quite.\n\n 29\n \u2018Fye vpon the, Captaine Care,\n And all thy blody band_e_!\n Thou haste slayne my lady gay,\n More w_u_rth the_n_ all thy lande.\n\n 30\n \u2018If th_o_u had ought eny ill will,\u2019 he saith,\n \u2018Thou shoulde haue taken my lyffe,\n And haue saved my children thre,\n All and my louesome wyffe.\u2019\n\n\n B\n\n Percy MS., p. 34; Hales and Furnivall, I, 79.\n\n 1\n \u2018Ffa_i_th, m_aster_, whither you will,\n Whereas you like the best;\n Vnto the castle of Bittons-borrow,\n And there to take yo_u_r rest.\u2019\n\n 2\n \u2018But yonder stands a castle faire,\n Is made of lyme and stone;\n Yonder is in it a fayre lady,\n Her lord is ridden and gone.\u2019\n\n 3\n The lady stood on her castle-wall,\n She looked vpp and downe;\n She was ware of an hoast of men,\n Came rydinge towards the towne.\n\n 4\n \u2018See you not, my merry men all,\n And see you not what I doe see?\n Methinks I see a hoast of men;\n I muse who they shold be.\u2019\n\n 5\n She thought it had beene her louly l_ord_,\n He had come ryding home;\n It was the traitor, Captaine Carre,\n The lord of Westerton-towne.\n\n 6\n They had noe sooner sup_er_ sett,\n And after said the grace,\n But the traitor, Captaine Carre,\n Was light about the place.\n\n 7\n \u2018Giue over thy house, thou lady gay,\n I will make thee a band;\n All night w_i_t_h_-in mine armes thou\u2019st lye,\n To-morrow be the heyre of my land.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018I\u2019le not giue over my house,\u2019 shee said,\n \u2018Neither for ladds nor man,\n Nor yet for traitor Captaine Carre,\n Vntill my lord come home.\n\n 9\n \u2018But reach me my pistoll pe[c]e,\n And charge you well my gunne;\n I\u2019le shoote at the bloody bucher,\n The lord of Westerton.\u2019\n\n 10\n She stood vppon her castle-wall\n And let the bulletts flee,\n And where shee mist . .\n . . . . . .\n\n 11\n But then bespake the litle child,\n That sate on the nurses knee;\n Saies, Mother deere, giue ore this house,\n For the smoake it smoothers me.\n\n 12\n \u2018I wold giue all my gold, my childe,\n Soe wold I doe all my fee,\n For one blast of the westerne wind\n To blow the smoke from thee.\u2019\n\n 13\n But when shee saw the fier\n Came flaming ore her head,\n Shee tooke then vpp her children two,\n Sayes, Babes, we all beene dead!\n\n 14\n But Adam then he fired the house,\n A sorrowfull sight to see;\n Now hath he burned this lady faire\n And eke her children three.\n\n 15\n Then Captaine Carre he rode away,\n He staid noe longer at that tide;\n He thought that place it was to warme\n Soe neere for to abide.\n\n 16\n He calld vnto his merry men all,\n Bidd them make hast away;\n \u2018For we haue slaine his children three,\n All and his lady gay.\u2019\n\n 17\n Worde came to louly London,\n To London wheras her lord lay,\n His castle and his hall was burned,\n All and his lady gay.\n\n 18\n \u2018Soe hath he done his children three,\n More dearer vnto him\n Then either the siluer or the gold,\n That men soe faine wold win.\n\n 19\n But when he looket this writing on,\n Lord, in is hart he was woe!\n Saies, I will find thee, Captaine Carre,\n Wether thou ryde or goe!\n\n 20\n Buske yee, bowne yee, my merrymen all,\n W_i_th tempered swords of steele,\n For till I haue found out Captaine Carre,\n My hart it is nothing weele.\n\n 21\n But when he came to Dractons-borrow,\n Soe long ere it was day,\n And ther he found him Captaine Carre;\n That night he ment to stay.\n\n * * * * *\n\n\n C\n\n Communicated to Percy by Robert Lambe, Norham, October 4, 1766,\n being all that a servant of Lambe\u2019s could remember.\n\n\n * * * * *\n\n 1\n \u2018Luk ye to yon hie castel,\n Yon hie castel we see;\n A woman\u2019s wit\u2019s sun oercum,\n She\u2019ll gie up her house to me.\u2019\n\n 2\n She ca\u2019d to her merry men a\u2019,\n \u2018Bring me my five pistols and my lang gun;\u2019\n The first shot the fair lady shot,\n She shot seven of Gordon\u2019s men.\n\n 3\n He turned round about his back,\n And sware he woud ha his desire,\n And if that castel was built of gowd,\n It should gang a\u2019to fire.\n\n 4\n Up then spak her doughter deere,\n She had nae mair than she:\n \u2018Gie up your house, now, mither deere,\n The reek it skomfishes me.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018I d rather see you birnt,\u2019 said she,\n \u2018And doun to-ashes fa,\n Ere I gie up my house to Adam of Gordon,\n And to his merry men a\u2019.\n\n 6\n \u2018I\u2019ve four and twenty kye\n Gaing upo the muir;\n I\u2019d gie em for a blast of wind,\n The reek it blaws sae sour.\u2019\n\n 7\n Up then spak her little young son,\n Sits on the nourrice knee:\n \u2018Gie up your house, now, mither deere,\n The reek it skomfishes me.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018I\u2019ve twenty four ships\n A sailing on the sea;\n I\u2019ll gie em for a blast of southern wind,\n To blaw the reek frae thee.\n\n 9\n \u2018I\u2019d rather see you birnt,\u2019 said she,\n \u2018And grund as sma as flour,\n Eer I gie up my noble house,\n To be Adam of Gordon\u2019s hure.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n\n D\n\n Robert and Andrew Foulis, Glasgow, 1755; \u201cas preserved in the memory\n of a lady.\u201d\n\n 1\n It fell about the Martinmas,\n When the wind blew schrile and cauld,\n Said Edom o Gordon to his men,\n We maun draw to a hald.\n\n 2\n \u2018And what an a hald sall we draw to,\n My merry men and me?\n We will gae to the house of the Rhodes,\n To see that fair lady.\u2019\n\n 3\n She had nae sooner busket her sell,\n Nor putten on her gown,\n Till Edom o Gordon and his men\n Were round about the town.\n\n 4\n They had nae sooner sitten down,\n Nor sooner said the grace,\n Till Edom o Gordon and his men\n Were closed about the place.\n\n 5\n The lady ran up to her tower-head,\n As fast as she could drie,\n To see if by her fair speeches\n She could with him agree.\n\n 6\n As soon he saw the lady fair,\n And hir yates all locked fast,\n He fell into a rage of wrath,\n And his heart was aghast.\n\n 7\n \u2018Cum down to me, ye lady fair,\n Cum down to me; let\u2019s see;\n This night ye\u2019s ly by my ain side,\n The morn my bride sall be.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018I winnae cum down, ye fals Gordon,\n I winnae cum down to thee;\n I winnae forsake my ane dear lord,\n That is sae far frae me.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Gi up your house, ye fair lady,\n Gi up your house to me,\n Or I will burn yoursel therein,\n Bot and your babies three.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018I winnae gie up, you fals Gordon,\n To nae sik traitor as thee,\n Tho you should burn mysel therein,\n Bot and my babies three.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Set fire to the house,\u2019 quoth fals Gordon,\n \u2018Sin better may nae bee;\n And I will burn hersel therein,\n Bot and her babies three.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018And ein wae worth ye, Jock my man!\n I paid ye weil your fee;\n Why pow ye out my ground-wa-stane,\n Lets in the reek to me?\n\n 13\n \u2018And ein wae worth ye, Jock my man!\n For I paid you weil your hire;\n Why pow ye out my ground-wa-stane,\n To me lets in the fire?\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Ye paid me weil my hire, lady,\n Ye paid me weil my fee,\n But now I\u2019m Edom of Gordon\u2019s man,\n Maun either do or die.\u2019\n\n 15\n O then bespake her youngest son,\n Sat on the nurses knee,\n \u2018Dear mother, gie owre your house,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018For the reek it worries me.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018I winnae gie up my house, my dear,\n To nae sik traitor as he;\n Cum weil, cum wae, my jewels fair,\n Ye maun tak share wi me.\u2019\n\n 17\n O then bespake her dochter dear,\n She was baith jimp and sma;\n \u2018O row me in a pair o shiets,\n And tow me owre the wa.\u2019\n\n 18\n They rowd her in a pair of shiets,\n And towd her owre the wa,\n But on the point of Edom\u2019s speir\n She gat a deadly fa.\n\n 19\n O bonny, bonny was hir mouth,\n And chirry were her cheiks,\n And clear, clear was hir yellow hair,\n Whereon the reid bluid dreips!\n\n 20\n Then wi his speir he turnd hir owr;\n O gin hir face was wan!\n He said, You are the first that eer\n I wist alive again.\n\n 21\n He turned hir owr and owr again;\n O gin hir skin was whyte!\n He said, I might ha spard thy life\n To been some mans delyte.\n\n 22\n \u2018Busk and boon, my merry men all,\n For ill dooms I do guess;\n I cannae luik in that bonny face,\n As it lyes on the grass.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Them luiks to freits, my master deir,\n Then freits will follow them;\n Let it neir be said brave Edom o Gordon\n Was daunted with a dame.\u2019\n\n 24\n O then he spied hir ain deir lord,\n As he came owr the lee;\n He saw his castle in a fire,\n As far as he could see.\n\n 25\n \u2018Put on, put on, my mighty men,\n As fast as ye can drie!\n For he that\u2019s hindmost of my men\n Sall neir get guid o me.\u2019\n\n 26\n And some they raid, and some they ran,\n Fu fast out-owr the plain,\n But lang, lang eer he coud get up\n They were a\u2019deid and slain.\n\n 27\n But mony were the mudie men\n Lay gasping on the grien;\n For o fifty men that Edom brought out\n There were but five ged heme.\n\n 28\n And mony were the mudie men\n Lay gasping on the grien,\n And mony were the fair ladys\n Lay lemanless at heme.\n\n 29\n And round and round the waes he went,\n Their ashes for to view;\n At last into the flames he flew,\n And bad the world adieu.\n\n\n E\n\n Kinloch MSS, V, 384, in the handwriting of John Hill Burton.\n\n 1\n It fell about the Martinmas time,\n When the wind blew shrill and cauld,\n Said Captain Gordon to his men,\n We\u2019ll a\u2019draw to som hauld.\n\n 2\n \u2018And whatena hauld shall we draw to,\n To be the nearest hame?\u2019\n \u2018We will draw to the ha o bonny Cargarff;\n The laird is na at hame.\u2019\n\n 3\n The lady sat on her castle-wa,\n Beheld both dale and down;\n And she beheld the fause Gordon\n Come halycon to the town.\n\n 4\n \u2018Now, Lady Cargarff, gie ower yer house,\n Gie ower yer house to me;\n Now, Lady Cargarff, gie ower yer house,\n Or in it you shall die.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018I\u2019ll no gie ower my bonny house,\n To lord nor yet to loun;\n I\u2019ll no gie ower my bonny house\n To the traitors of Auchindown.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 6\n Then up and spak her youngest son,\n Sat at the nourice\u2019s knee:\n \u2018O mother dear, gie ower yer house,\n For the reek o\u2019t smothers me.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018I would gie a\u2019my goud, my child,\n Sae would I a\u2019my fee,\n For ae blast o the westlan win,\n To blaw the reek frae thee.\u2019\n\n 8\n Then up and spak her eldest heir,\n He spak wi muckle pride:\n \u2018Now mother dear, keep weel yer house,\n And I\u2019ll fight by yer side.\u2019\n\n\n F\n\n The New Statistical Account of Scotland, V, 846, Parish of Loudoun,\n by Rev. Norman Macleod: \u201cknown among the peasantry from time\n immemorial.\u201d\n\n 1\n It fell about the Martinmas time,\n When the wind blew snell and cauld,\n That Adam o Gordon said to his men,\n Where will we get a hold?\n\n 2\n See [ye] not where yonder fair castle\n Stands on yon lily lee?\n The laird and I hae a deadly feud,\n The lady fain would I see.\n\n 3\n As she was up on the househead,\n Behold, on looking down,\n She saw Adam o Gordon and his men,\n Coming riding to the town.\n\n 4\n The dinner was not well set down,\n Nor the grace was scarcely said,\n Till Adam o Gordon and his men\n About the walls were laid.\n\n 5\n \u2018It\u2019s fause now fa thee, Jock my man!\n Thou might a let me be;\n Yon man has lifted the pavement-stone,\n An let in the low unto me.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Seven years I served thee, fair ladie,\n You gave me meat and fee;\n But now I am Adam o Gordon\u2019s man,\n An maun either do it or die.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Come down, come down, my lady Loudoun,\n Come down thou unto me!\n I\u2019ll wrap thee on a feather-bed,\n Thy warrand I shall be.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018I\u2019ll no come down, I\u2019ll no come down,\n For neither laird no[r] loun;\n Nor yet for any bloody butcher\n That lives in Altringham town.\n\n 9\n \u2018I would give the black,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018And so would I the brown,\n If that Thomas, my only son,\n Could charge to me a gun.\u2019\n\n 10\n Out then spake the lady Margaret,\n As she stood on the stair;\n The fire was at her goud garters,\n The lowe was at her hair.\n\n 11\n \u2018I would give the black,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018And so would I the brown,\n For a drink of yon water,\n That runs by Galston Town.\u2019\n\n 12\n Out then spake fair Annie,\n She was baith jimp and sma\n \u2018O row me in a pair o sheets,\n And tow me down the wa!\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018O hold thy tongue, thou fair Annie,\n And let thy talkin be;\n For thou must stay in this fair castle,\n And bear thy death with me.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018O mother,\u2019 spoke the lord Thomas,\n As he sat on the nurse\u2019s knee,\n \u2018O mother, give up this fair castle,\n Or the reek will worrie me.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018I would rather be burnt to ashes sma,\n And be cast on yon sea-foam,\n Before I\u2019d give up this fair castle,\n And my lord so far from home.\n\n 16\n \u2018My good lord has an army strong,\n He\u2019s now gone oer the sea;\n He bad me keep this gay castle,\n As long as it would keep me.\n\n 17\n \u2018I\u2019ve four-and-twenty brave milk kye,\n Gangs on yon lily-lee;\n I\u2019d give them a\u2019 for a blast of wind,\n To blaw the reek from me.\u2019\n\n 18\n O pittie on yon fair castle,\n That\u2019s built with stone and lime!\n But far mair pittie on Lady Loudoun,\n And all her children nine!\n\n\n G\n\n Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 543, from the recitation of May Richmond, at\n the Old Kirk of Loudon.\n\n 1\n It was in and about the Martinmas time,\n When the wind blew schill and cauld,\n That Adam o Gordon said to his men,\n Whare will we get a hauld?\n\n 2\n \u2018Do ye not see yon bonnie castell,\n That stands on Loudon lee?\n The lord and I hae a deadlie feed,\n And his lady fain wuld I see.\u2019\n\n 3\n Lady Campbell was standing in the close,\n A preenin o her goun,\n Whan Adam o Gordon and his men\n Cam riding thro Galston toun.\n\n 4\n The dinner was na weel set doun,\n Nor yet the grace weel said,\n Till Adam o Gordon and a\u2019his men\n Around the wa\u2019s war laid.\n\n 5\n \u2018Come doun, come down, Ladie Campbell,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Come doun and speak to me;\n I\u2019ll kep thee in a feather bed,\n And thy warraner I will be.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018I winna come doun and speak to thee,\n Nor to ony lord nor loun;\n Nor yet to thee, thou bloody butcher,\n The laird o Auchruglen toun.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Come doun, come doun, Ladye Campbell,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Cum doun and speak to me;\n I\u2019ll kep thee on the point o my sword,\n And thy warraner I will be.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018I winna come doun and speak to thee,\n Nor to ony lord or loun,\n Nor yet to thee, thou bludie butcher,\n The laird o Auchruglen toun.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Syne gin ye winna come doun,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018A\u2019 for to speak to me,\n I\u2019ll tye the bands around my waist,\n And fire thy death sall be.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018I\u2019d leifer be burnt in ashes sma,\n And cuist in yon sea-faem,\n Or I\u2019d gie up this bonnie castell,\n And my gude lord frae hame.\n\n 11\n \u2018For my gude lord\u2019s in the army strong,\n He\u2019s new gane ower the sea;\n He bade me keep this bonnie castell,\n As lang\u2019s it wuld keep me.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Set fire to the house,\u2019 said bauld Gordon,\n \u2018Set fire to the house, my men;\n We\u2019ll gar Lady Campbell come for to rew\n As she burns in the flame.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018O wae be to thee, Carmichael,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And an ill death may ye die!\n For ye hae lifted the pavement-stane,\n And loot up the lowe to me.\n\n 14\n \u2018Seven years ye war about my house,\n And received both meat and fee:\u2019\n \u2018And now I\u2019m Adam o Gordon\u2019s man,\n I maun either do or dee.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Oh I wad gie the black,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And I wuld gie the brown,\n All for ae cup o the cauld water\n That rins to Galstoun toun.\u2019\n\n 16\n Syne out and spak the auld dochter,\n She was baith jimp and sma:\n \u2018O row me in a pair o sheets,\n And fling me ower the wa!\u2019\n\n 17\n They row\u2019t her in a pair o sheets,\n And flang her ower the wa,\n And on the point o Gordon\u2019s sword\n She gat a deadlie fa.\n\n 18\n He turned her ower, and ower again,\n And oh but she looked wan!\n \u2018I think I\u2019ve killed as bonnie a face\n As ere the sun shined on.\u2019\n\n 19\n He turned her ower, and ower again,\n And oh but she lookt white!\n \u2018I micht hae spared this bonnie face,\n To hae been some man\u2019s delight!\u2019\n\n 20\n Syne out and spak Lady Margaret,\n As she stood on the stair:\n \u2018The fire is at my gowd garters,\n And the lowe is at my hair.\u2019\n\n 21\n Syne out and spak fair Ladie Ann,\n Frae childbed whare she lay:\n \u2018Gie up this bonnie castell, mother,\n And let us win away.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018Lye still, lye still, my fair Annie,\n And let your talking be;\n For ye maun stay in this bonnie castell\n And dree your death wi me.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Whatever death I am to dree,\n I winna die my lane:\n I\u2019ll tak a bairn in ilka arm\n And the third is in my wame.\u2019\n\n 24\n Syne out and spak her youngest son,\n A bonnie wee boy was he:\n \u2018Gae doun, gae doun, mother,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Or the lowe will worry me.\u2019\n\n 25\n \u2018I\u2019d leifer be brent in ashes sma\n And cuist in yon sea-faem,\n Or I\u2019d gie up this bonnie castell,\n And my guid lord frae hame.\n\n 26\n \u2018For my gude lord\u2019s in the army strong,\n He\u2019s new gane ower the sea;\n But gin he eer returns again,\n Revenged my death sall be.\u2019\n\n 27\n Syne out and spak her waitin-maid:\n Receive this babe frae me,\n And save the saikless babie\u2019s life,\n And I\u2019ll neer seek mair fee.\n\n 28\n \u2018How can I tak the bairn?\u2019 she said,\n \u2018How can I tak\u2019t?\u2019 said she,\n \u2018For my hair was ance five quarters lang,\n And \u2019tis now brent to my bree.\u2019\n\n 29\n She rowit it in a feather-bed,\n And flang it ower the wa,\n But on the point o Gordon\u2019s sword\n It gat a deidlie fa.\n\n 30\n \u2018I wuld gie Loudon\u2019s bonnie castell,\n And Loudon\u2019s bonnie lee,\n All gin my youngest son Johnnie\n Could charge a gun to me.\n\n 31\n \u2018Oh, I wuld gie the black,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And sae wuld I the bay,\n Gin young Sir George could take a steed\n And quickly ride away.\u2019\n\n 32\n Syne out and spak her auldest son,\n As he was gaun to die:\n \u2018Send doun your chamber-maid, mother,\n She gaes wi bairn to me.\u2019\n\n 33\n \u2018Gin ye were not my eldest son,\n And heir o a\u2019 my land,\n I\u2019d tye a sheet around thy neck,\n And hang thee with my hand.\n\n 34\n \u2018I would gie my twenty gude milk-kye,\n That feed on Shallow lee,\n A\u2019for ae blast o the norland wind,\n To blaw the lowe frae me.\u2019\n\n 35\n Oh was na it a pitie o yon bonnie castell,\n That was biggit wi stane and lime!\n But far mair pity o Lady Ann Campbell,\n That was brunt wi her bairns nine.\n\n 36\n Three o them war married wives,\n And three o them were bairns,\n And three o them were leal maidens,\n That neer lay in men\u2019s arms.\n\n 37\n And now Lord Loudon he\u2019s come hame,\n And a sorry man was he:\n \u2018He micht hae spared my lady\u2019s life,\n And wreakit himsell on me!\n\n 38\n \u2018But sin we\u2019ve got thee, bauld Gordon,\n Wild horses shall thee tear,\n For murdering o my ladie bricht,\n Besides my children dear.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n _Stanzas 1\u201315 have been revised, or altered, in another hand._\n\n 2^1. m_aste_r _in my copy_: m_ary_, Furnivall.\n\n 3^1. wher is _is inserted_.\n\n 3^2. ed _in_ builded _has been run through with a line_.\n\n 3^4. riden & gone _struck out, and_ ryd from hom _written over_.\n\n 4^1. she _struck out_.\n\n 5^1. Se yow _changed to_ Com yow hether: merimen _in MS._\n\n 5^2. _Changed to_ And look what I do see. And (&), _both in the\n original text and in the revised, is rendered_ O _in my copy_.\n\n 5^3. _Changed to_ Yonder is ther.\n\n 5^4. musen, _as a correction: Furnivall_.\n\n 6^1. own wed, _as a correction: Furnivall_.\n\n 6^2. y^t had _for_ As he.\n\n 8^3. thou shall ly in _altered to_ thoust ly w^tin.\n\n 10^2. Not _is a correction: Furnivall. My copy has_ no.\n\n 11^3. this _substituted for_ yonder.\n\n 12^1. _Changed to_ She styfly stod on her castle wall.\n\n 12^3. but then _struck out_.\n\n 12^4. she _struck out_.\n\n 13^1. I will: _MS. torn._\n\n 15^3. arme, _Furnivall_: _my copy_, armes.\n\n 15^4. wyll _substituted for_ shall.\n\n 19^4. _Editors supply_ The smoke _at the beginning of the line_.\n\n 20^3. westeyn: _Furnivall_.\n\n 21^4. _MS. has_ thee.\n\n 23^3. Saith: no close, _Furnivall_. South: in close, _my copy_. to\n chose, _B\u00f6ddeker_.\n\n 24^2. _Perhaps_ carnall: _Furnivall_.\n\n 25^1. Bush _in my copy_: merymen _in MS._\n\n 25^3. dreme, hall _in my copy_: _Furnivall as printed_.\n\n 26^1. busht _in my copy_: buskt, _Furnivall_.\n\n 26^{2,3}. _My copy renders_ And (&) O: _Furnivall as printed._\n\n 28^4. _Editors supply_ awaye _at the end of the line. B\u00f6ddeker\n reads_ so gai.\n\n 29^2. bande _looks like_ baides, _one stroke of the_ n _wanting_.\n\n 30^1. _Should we not read_ me _for_ eny? she _for_ he _in my\n copy_: he, _Furnivall._\n\n And _for_ & _throughout_.\n\n Finis p_er_ me Will_elmu_m Asheton, cleri_cu_m.\n\n _By_ my copy _is meant a collation made for me by Miss Lucy\n Toulmin Smith_.\n\n#B.#\n\n 13^3. 2.\n\n 14^4, 16^3, 18^1. 3.\n\n 10^3, 21^4. _Half a page gone._\n\n And _for_ &.\n\n#D.#\n\n 27^1, 28^1. Mudiemen, Mudie men.\n\n Quhen, ze, zour, _etc._, _are here spelled_ when, ye, your, _etc._\n\n#F.#\n\n 5^4. the loun to: _cf._ #G# 13^4.\n\n#G.#\n\n 6^4. _Another recitation gave_ Auchindown.\n\n\n\n\n 179\n\n ROOKHOPE RYDE\n\n The Bishopric Garland, or Durham Minstrel [edited by Joseph Ritson],\n 2d ed., Newcastle, 1792; here, from the reprint by Joseph Haslewood,\n 1809, p. 54, in Northern Garlands, London, 1810. \u201cTaken down from\n the chanting of George Collingood the elder, late of Boltsburn, in\n the neighborhood of Ryhope,\u201d who died in 1785.\n\n\nPrinted in Bell\u2019s Rhymes of Northern Bards, 1812, p. 276; Minstrelsy of\nthe Scottish Border, 1833, II, 101; [Sir Cuthbert Sharp\u2019s] Bishoprick\nGarland, 1834, p. 14.\n\nThe date of this ryde, or raid, may be precisely ascertained from the\nballad itself; it is shown by 13^4, 11 to be December 6, 1569.\n\nThe thieves of Thirlwall (Northumberland) and Williehaver, or Willeva\n(Cumberland), avail themselves of the confusion incident to the Rising\nin the North and of the absence of a part of the fencible men (some of\nwhom were with the earls, others with Bowes in Barnard castle) to make a\nforay into Rookhope, in Weardale, Durham. In four hours they get\ntogether six hundred sheep. But the alarm is given by a man whose horses\nthey have taken; the cry spreads through the dale; word comes to the\nbailiff, who instantly arms, and is joined by his neighbors to the\nnumber of forty or fifty. The thieves are a hundred, the stoutest men\nand best in gear.\n\nWhen the Weardale men come up with them, the marauders get fighting\nenough. The fray lasts an hour; four of the robbers are killed, a\nhandsome number wounded, and eleven taken prisoners, with the loss of\nonly one of those who fought for the right.\n\nRookhope is the name of a valley, about five miles in length, at the\ntermination of which Rookhope burn empties itself into the river Wear.\nRookhope-head is the top of the vale. (Ritson.)\n\nThe Weardale man who was killed was Rowland Emerson, perhaps a kinsman\nof the bailiff. The family of Emerson of Eastgate, says Surtees, long\nexercised the offices of bailiff of Wolsingham (the chief town and\nborough of Weardale) and of forester, etc., etc., under successive\nprelates. (Surtees to Scott, Memoir by Taylor and Raine, p. 33.)\n\n34. The thieves bare \u2018three banners\u2019 against the Weardale men. They\nchoose three captains in 9.\n\n\n 1\n Rookhope stands in a pleasant place,\n If the false thieves wad let it be;\n But away they steal our goods apace,\n And ever an ill death may they die!\n\n 2\n And so is the men of Thirlwa \u2018nd Williehaver,\n And all their companies thereabout,\n That is minded to do mischief,\n And at their stealing stands not out.\n\n 3\n But yet we will not slander them all,\n For there is of them good enough;\n It is a sore consumed tree\n That on it bears not one fresh bough.\n\n 4\n Lord God! is not this a pitiful case,\n That men dare not drive their goods to t\u2019fell,\n But limmer thieves drives them away,\n That fears neither heaven nor hell?\n\n 5\n Lord, send us peace into the realm,\n That every man may live on his own!\n I trust to God, if it be his will,\n That Weardale men may never be overthrown.\n\n 6\n For great troubles they\u2019ve had in hand,\n With borderers pricking hither and thither,\n But the greatest fray that eer they had\n Was with the \u2018men\u2019 of Thirlwa\u2019nd Williehaver.\n\n 7\n They gatherd together so royally,\n The stoutest men and the best in gear,\n And he that rade not on a horse,\n I wat he rade on a weil-fed mear.\n\n 8\n So in the morning, before they came out,\n So well, I wot, they broke their fast;\n In the [forenoon they came] unto a bye fell,\n Where some of them did eat their last.\n\n 9\n When they had eaten aye and done,\n They sayd some captains here needs must be:\n Then they choosed forth Harry Corbyl,\n And \u2018Symon Fell,\u2019 and Martin Ridley.\n\n 10\n Then oer the moss, where as they came,\n With many a brank and whew,\n One of them could to another say,\n \u2018I think this day we are men enew.\n\n 11\n \u2018For Weardale men is a journey taen;\n They are so far out-oer yon fell\n That some of them\u2019s with the two earls,\n And others fast in Barnard castell.\n\n 12\n \u2018There we shal get gear enough,\n For there is nane but women at hame;\n The sorrowful fend that they can make\n Is loudly cries as they were slain.\u2019\n\n 13\n Then in at Rookhope-head they came,\n And there they thought tul a had their prey,\n But they were spy\u2019d coming over the Dry Rig,\n Soon upon Saint Nicholas\u2019 day.\n\n 14\n Then in at Rookhope-head they came,\n They ran the forest but a mile;\n They gatherd together in four hours\n Six hundred sheep within a while.\n\n 15\n And horses I trow they gat\n But either ane or twa,\n And they gat them all but ane\n That belanged to great Rowley.\n\n 16\n That Rowley was the first man that did them spy;\n With that he raised a mighty cry;\n The cry it came down Rookhope burn,\n And spread through Weardale hasteyly.\n\n 17\n Then word came to the bailif\u2019s house,\n At the East Gate, where he did dwell;\n He was walkd out to the Smale Burns,\n Which stands above the Hanging Well.\n\n 18\n His wife was wae when she heard tell,\n So well she wist her husband wanted gear;\n She gard saddle him his horse in haste,\n And neither forgot sword, jack, nor spear.\n\n 19\n The bailif got wit before his gear came\n That such news was in the land;\n He was sore troubled in his heart,\n That on no earth that he could stand.\n\n 20\n His brother was hurt three days before,\n With limmer thieves that did him prick;\n Nineteen bloody wounds lay him upon;\n What ferly was\u2019t that he lay sick?\n\n 21\n But yet the bailif shrinked nought,\n But fast after them he did hye,\n And so did all his neighbours near,\n That went to bear him company.\n\n 22\n But when the bailiff was gathered,\n And all his company,\n They were numberd to never a man\n But forty [or] under fifty.\n\n 23\n The thieves was numberd a hundred men,\n I wat they were not of the worst\n That could be choosed out of Thirlwa\u2019nd Williehaver,\n . . . . . . . .\n\n 24\n But all that was in Rookhope-head,\n And all that was i Nuketon Cleugh,\n Where Weardale men oertook the thieves,\n And there they gave them fighting eneugh.\n\n 25\n So sore they made them fain to flee,\n As many was \u2018a\u2019\u2019 out of hand,\n And, for tul have been at home again,\n They would have been in iron bands;\n\n 26\n And for the space of long seven years,\n As sore they mighten a had their lives;\n But there was never one of them\n That ever thought to have seen their \u2018wives.\u2019\n\n 27\n About the time the fray began,\n I trow it lasted but an hour,\n Till many a man lay weaponless,\n And was sore wounded in that stour.\n\n 28\n Also before that hour was done,\n Four of the thieves were slain,\n Besides all those that wounded were,\n And eleven prisoners there was taen.\n\n 29\n George Carrick and his brother Edie,\n Them two, I wot, they were both slain;\n Harry Corbyl and Lennie Carrick\n Bore them company in their pain.\n\n 30\n One of our Weardale men was slain,\n Rowland Emerson his name hight;\n I trust to God his soul is well,\n Because he \u2018fought\u2019 unto the right.\n\n 31\n But thus they sayd: \u2018We\u2019ll not depart\n While we have one; speed back again!\u2019\n And when they came amongst the dead men,\n There they found George Carrick slain.\n\n 32\n And when they found George Carrick slain,\n I wot it went well near their \u2018heart;\u2019\n Lord, let them never make a better end\n That comes to play them sicken a \u2018part!\u2019\n\n 33\n I trust to God, no more they shal,\n Except it be one for a great chance;\n For God wil punish all those\n With a great heavy pestilence.\n\n 34\n Thir limmer thieves, they have good hearts,\n They nevir think to be oerthrown;\n Three banners against Weardale men they bare,\n As if the world had been all their own.\n\n 36\n Thir Weardale men, they have good hearts,\n They are as stif as any tree;\n For, if they\u2019d every one been slain,\n Never a foot back man would flee.\n\n 36\n And such a storm amongst them fell\n As I think you never heard the like,\n For he that bears his head so high,\n He oft-times falls into the dyke.\n\n 37\n And now I do entreat you all,\n As many as are present here,\n To pray for [the] singer of this song,\n For he sings to make blithe your cheer.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 2^3. mischief hither _in Bell_, _who, however, prints from\n Ritson_.\n\n 2^4. as: at _in Scott, who had his copy, as printed in 1792, from\n Ritson\u2019s nephew_. at _also in Bell_.\n\n 9^3, 29^3. Corbyl, _it is thought, should be_ Corbyt, _which is a\n northern name. Both_ Corbyl _and_ Carrick _were new to Surtees_.\n\n 10^3. _Bell reads_ would, _not understanding that could means_\n did.\n\n 11^1. _Scott, wrongly_, have _for_ is: _Bell, who aims at\n grammar_, are.\n\n 17^3. He had, _Bell, for improvement again_.\n\n 23^4. _The reciter, from his advanced age, could not recollect\n this line: Ritson._\n\n 25^2. _Bell_, land _for_ hand.\n\n 30^3. _Bell_, in _for_ to.\n\n _Ritson\u2019s emendations, indicated by \u2019 \u2018, have necessarily been\n allowed to stand._\n\n\n\n\n 180\n\n KING JAMES AND BROWN\n\n \u2018Kinge James and Browne,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 58; Hales and Furnivall, I,\n 135.\n\n\nAs the minstrel is walking by himself, he hears a young prince\nlamenting. The prince says to him, Yonder comes a Scot who will do me\nwrong. Douglas comes with armed men, who beset the king with swords and\nspears. Are you lords of Scotland, come for council, asks the king, or\nare you traitors, come for my blood? They say that they are traitors,\ncome for his blood. Fie on you, false Scots! exclaims the king; you have\nslain my grandfather, caused my mother to flee, and hanged my father.\n[About nine stanzas are lost here.] Douglas offers Brown his daughter in\nmarriage to betray the king; Brown will never be a traitor. Douglas is\nmaking off fast, but Brown takes him prisoner and conducts him to the\nking. Douglas prays for pardon. The king replies that Douglas has sought\nto kill him ever since he was born. Douglas swears to be a true subject\nif pardoned. The king pardons him freely, and all traitors in Scotland,\ngreat and small. Douglas mutters to himself (we may suppose), If I live\na twelvemonth you shall die, and I will burn Edinburgh to-morrow. This\nirredeemable traitor hies to Edinburgh with his men, but the people shut\nthe gates against him. Brown is always where he is wanted, and takes\nDouglas prisoner again; the report that Douglas is secured goes to the\nking, who demands his taker to be brought into his presence, and\npromises him a thousand pound a year. So they call Brown; we may imagine\nthat the distance is no greater than Holyrood. How often hast thou\nfought for me, Brown? asks James. Brown\u2019s first service was in\nEdinburgh; had he not stood stoutly there, James had never been king.\nThe second was his killing the sheriff of Carlisle\u2019s son, who was on the\npoint of slaying his Grace. The third was when he killed the Bishop of\nSt Andrews, who had undertaken to poison the king. James had already\nmade the faithful Englishman (for such he is) knight; now he makes him\nan earl, with professions of fidelity to the English queen.\n\nThis third service of Brown is the subject of a poem by William\nElderton, here given in an appendix. The bishop is about to give the\nking (then a child) a poisoned posset. The lady nurse calls for aid.\nBrown, an Englishman, hears, goes to help, meets the bishop hurrying off\nwith the posset in his hand, and forces him to drink it, though the\nbishop makes him handsome offers not to interfere. The venom works\nswiftly, the bishop\u2019s belly bursts. The king knights Brown, and gives\nhim lands and livings.\n\nJohn Hamilton, Archbishop of St Andrews, must be the person whom Brown\nslays in the ballad for an attempt to poison the young king. He was,\nhowever, hanged by his political enemies, April 7, 1571. This prelate\nwas credited with being an accomplice to the murder of Darnley and to\nthat of the Regent Murray. His elder brother was heir to the throne\nafter the progeny of Mary Stuart, and both of these persons were more or\nless in the way. Mary Stuart\u2019s son was a step on which the Hamiltons\nmust \u201cfall down or else oerleap,\u201d and the archbishop is said to have\nsneered at the Duke of Chatelheraut for letting an infant live between\nhim and the throne. A report that the archbishop had undertaken to\npoison this infant would readily be believed. Sir William Drury thought\nit worth his while to write to Cecil that Queen Mary had done the same\nbefore her son was a year old.[287]\n\nOf Browne\u2019s two previous performances, his standing stoutly for the king\nat Edinburgh, st. 26, and his killing the son of the sheriff of\nCarlisle, st. 27, we are permitted to know only that, since these\npreceded the killing of the bishop, they occurred at some time before\nJames was five years old. The epoch of the adventure with Douglas, which\nis the principal subject of the ballad, could be determined beyond\nquestion if we could ascertain when Brown was made an earl. It falls\nafter the murder of the Regent Lennox, 8^1, that is, later than\nSeptember, 1571, and the king is old enough to know something of the\nunhappy occurrences in his family, to forget and forgive, and to make\nknights and earls. There are correspondences between the ballad and the\nproceedings by which the Earl of Morton, after his resignation of the\nregency, obtained possession of the young king\u2019s person and virtually\nre\u00ebstablished himself in his former power. This was in April, 1578, when\nJames was not quite twelve years old. Morton was living at Lochleven\n\u201cfor policie, devysing the situation of a fayre gardene with allayis, to\nremove all suspicion of his consavit treason.\u201d James was in the keeping\nof Alexander Erskine, his guardian, at Stirling Castle, of which Erskine\nwas governor; and the young Earl of Mar, nephew of the governor, was\nresiding there. This young man became persuaded, perhaps through\nMorton\u2019s representations, that he himself was entitled to the custody of\nthe castle, and incidentally of the king. Early in the morning of the\n26th of April, before the garrison were astir, Mar (who was risen under\npretence of a hunting-party), supported by two Abbot Erskines, his\nuncles, and a retinue of his own, demanded the castle-keys of the\ngovernor. An affray followed, in which a son of Alexander Erskine lost\nhis life. The young king, wakened by the noise, rushed in terror from\nhis chamber, tearing his hair. Mar overpowered resistance and seized the\nkeys. Shortly after this, he and his uncle the governor came to terms at\nthe instance of the king, Mar retaining Stirling Castle and the\nwardenship of the king, and the uncle being made keeper of the castle of\nEdinburgh. Morton was received into Stirling Castle, and resumed his\nsway. All this did not pass without opposition. The citizens of\nEdinburgh rose in arms against Morton (cf. sts 21, 22), and large forces\ncollected from other parts of the country for the liberation of the\nking. A civil war was imminent, and was avoided, it would seem, chiefly\nthrough the influence of the English minister, Bowes, who offered\nhimself as peacemaker, in the name of his queen (cf. sts 31, 32).[288]\n\nThe Douglas of this ballad is clearly William Douglas of Lochleven, who\njoined Mar at Stirling as Morton\u2019s intermediary. He was afterwards\nengaged in the Raid of Ruthven.\n\nIt may be added that Robert Brown, a servant of the king\u2019s, played a\nvery humble part, for the defence of his master, in the Gowrie\nConspiracy, but that was nearly twenty years after Andrew Brown was\ncelebrated by Elderton, and when James was no young prince, but in his\nthirty-fifth year.\n\n\n 1\n As I did walke my selfe alone,\n And by one garden greene,\n I heard a yonge prince make great moane,\n W_hi_ch did turne my hart to teene.\n\n 2\n \u2018O Lord!\u2019 he then said vntou me,\n \u2018Why haue I liued soe long?\n For yonder comes a cruell Scott,\u2019\n Q_uo_th hee, \u2018_tha_t will doe me some ronge.\u2019\n\n 3\n And then came traitor Douglas there,\n He came for to betray his king;\n Some they brought bills, and some they brought bowes,\n And some the brought other things.\n\n 4\n The king was aboue in a gallery,\n W_i_th a heauy heart;\n Vnto his body was sett about\n W_i_th swords and speares soe sharpe.\n\n 5\n \u2018Be you the lordes of Scotland,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018_Tha_t hither for councell seeke to me?\n Or bee yoe traitors to my crowne,\n My blood _tha_t you wold see?\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Wee are the l_ord_s of Scottland,\u2019 they said,\n \u2018Nothing we come to craue of thee;\n But wee be traitors to thy crowne,\n Thy blood that wee will see.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018O fye vpon you, you false Scotts!\n For you neuer all trew wilbe;\n My grandfather you haue slaine,\n And caused my mother to flee.\n\n 8\n \u2018My grandfather you haue slaine,\n And my owne father you hanged on a tree;\n And now,\u2019 q_uot_h he, \u2018the like treason\n You haue now wrought for me.\n\n 9\n \u2018Ffarwell hart, and farwell hand!\n Farwell all pleasures alsoe!\n Farwell th . . . my head\n . . . . . . .\n\n 10\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018If thou wilt . . . .\n And soe goe away w_i_th mee.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Goe marry thy daughter to whome thou wilt,\u2019\n Q_uot_h Browne; \u2018thou marrys none to me;\n For I\u2019le not be a traitor,\u2019 q_uot_h Browne,\n \u2018For all the gold that euer I see.\u2019\n\n 12\n This Douglas, hearing Browne soe say,\n Began to flee away full fast;\n \u2018But tarry a while,\u2019 saies lusty Browne,\n \u2018I\u2019le make you to pay before you passe.\u2019\n\n 13\n He hath taken the Douglas prisoner,\n And hath brought him before the k_ing_;\n He kneeled low vpon his knee,\n For pardon there prainge.\n\n 14\n \u2018How shold I pardon thee,\u2019 saith the k_ing_,\n \u2018And thou\u2019le remaine a traitor still?\n For euer since that I was borne,\u2019\n Q_uot_h he, \u2018thou hast sought my blood to spill.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018For if you will grant me my pardon,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Out of this place soe free,\n I wilbe sworne before yo_u_r Grace\n A trew subiect to bee.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018God for-gaue his death,\u2019 said the k_ing_,\n \u2018When he was nayled vpon a tree;\n And as free as euer God forgaue his death,\n Douglas,\u2019 q_uot_h he, \u2018I\u2019le forgiue thee.\n\n 17\n \u2018And all the traitors in Scottland,\u2019\n Q_uo_th he, \u2018both great and small;\n As free as euer God forgaue his death,\n Soe free I will forgiue them all.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018I thanke you for yo_u_r pardon, king,\n _Tha_t you haue granted forth soe plaine;\n If I liue a twelue month to an end,\n You shall not aliue remaine.\n\n 19\n \u2018Tomorrow yet, or ere I dine,\n I meane to doo thee one good turne;\n For Edenborrow, that is thine owne,\u2019\n Q_uo_th he, \u2018I will both h[arry] and [burne].\u2019\n\n 20\n Thus Douglas hied towards Edenborrow,\n And many of his men were gone beffore;\n And after him on euery side,\n W_i_th him there went some twenty score.\n\n 21\n But when that they did see him come,\n They cryed lowd w_i_th voices, saying,\n \u2018Yonder comes a false traitor,\n That wold haue slaine our k_ing_.\u2019\n\n 22\n They chaynd vp the gates of Edenborrow,\n And there the made them wonderous fast,\n And there Browne sett on Douglas againe,\n And quicklye did him ouer cast.\n\n 23\n But worde came backe againe to the k_ing_,\n W_i_th all the speed that euer might bee,\n _Tha_t traitor Douglas there was taken,\n And his body was there to see.\n\n 24\n \u2018Bring me his taker,\u2019 q_uo_th the k_ing_,\n \u2018Come, quickly bring him vnto me!\n I\u2019le giue a thousand pound a yeere,\n What man soeuer he bee.\u2019\n\n 25\n But then they called lusty Browne;\n Sayes, \u2018Browne, come thou hither to mee.\n How oft hast thou foughten for my sake,\n And alwayes woone the victory?\u2019\n\n 26\n \u2018The first time that I fought for you,\n It was in Edenborrow, k_ing_;\n If there I had not stoutly stood,\n My leege, you neuer had beene k_ing_.\n\n 27\n \u2018The second time I fought for you,\n Here I will tell you in this place;\n I killd the sheriffs sonne of Carlile,\u2019\n Q_uot_h he, \u2018that wold haue slaine yo_u_r Grace.\n\n 28\n \u2018The third time t_ha_t I fought for you,\n Here for to let you vnderstand,\n I slew the Bishopp of S^t Andrew[s],\u2019\n Q_uo_th he, \u2018w_i_th a possat in [his hand].\u2019\n\n 29\n . . . . . q_uo_th hee,\n \u2018_Tha_t euer my manhood I did trye;\n I\u2019le make a vow for Englands sake\n _Tha_t I will neuer battell flee.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018God amercy, Browne,\u2019 then said the k_ing_,\n \u2018And God amercy heartilye!\n Before I made thee but a knight,\n But now an earle I will make thee.\n\n 31\n \u2018God saue the queene of England,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018For her blood is verry neshe;\n As neere vnto her I am\n As a colloppe shorne from the fleshe.\n\n 32\n \u2018If I be false to England,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Either in earnest or in iest,\n I might be likened to a bird,\u2019\n Q_uot_h he, \u2018that did defile it nest.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 5^3. yoe bee.\n\n 5^4. by my: _cf._ 6^4.\n\n 6^1. are they.\n\n 8^2. mother _for_ father.\n\n 9^4. _Half a page torn away._\n\n 18^3. a 12.\n\n 20^4. 20 score.\n\n 24^3. a 1000.\n\n 28^1. the 3[d :].\n\n 28^4. possat? MS. _rubbed_: _Hales_.\n\n\n APPENDIX\n\n THE KING OF SCOTS AND ANDREW BROWNE\n\nA new Ballad, declaring the great treason conspired against the young\nKing of Scots, and how one Andrew Browne, an Englishman, which was the\nking\u2019s chamberlaine, preuented the same. To the tune of Milfield, or els\nto Greenesleeues.\n\nThis piece, which is contained in a collection of ballads and\nproclamations in the library of the Society of Antiquaries, London, is\nsigned W. Elderton, and was \u201cimprinted at London for Yarathe Iames,\ndvvelling in Nevvgate Market, ouer against Christes Church.\u201d It was\nlicensed to James, May 30, 1581: Arber II, 393. Reprinted by Percy,\nReliques, 1765, II, 204; here from the original. There is an imperfect\nand incorrect copy in the Percy MS., p. 273; Hales and Furnivall, II,\n265.\n\nMorton was beheaded only three days after these verses were licensed,\nand had been in durance for several months before at the castle of\nEdinburgh. Elderton cannot be supposed to have the last news from\nScotland, and he was not a man to keep his compositions by him nine\nyears. The exhortation of Morton to his confederate, Douglas, in the\nlast stanza but one is divertingly misplaced. The fictions of the privie\nbanket and the selling of the king beyond seas are of the same mint as\nthose in the ballad.\n\n Jesus, God! what a griefe is this,\n That princes subiects cannot be true,\n But still the deuill hath some of his\n Will play their parts, whatsoeuer ensue;\n Forgetting what a greeuous thing\n It is to offend the annointed kinge.\n Alas for woe! why should it be so?\n This makes a sorowfull heigh ho.\n\n In Scotland is a bonie kinge,\n As proper a youthe as neede to be,\n Well giuen to euery happy thing\n That can be in a kinge to see;\n Yet that vnluckie countrie still\n Hath people giuen to craftie will.\n Alas for woe! etc.\n\n On Whitson eue it so befell\n A posset was made to give the kinge,\n Whereof his ladie-nurse hard tell,\n And that it was a poysoned thing.\n She cryed, and called piteouslie,\n \u2018Now helpe, or els the king shall die!\u2019\n Alas for woe! etc.\n\n One Browne, that was an English man,\n And hard the ladies piteous crye,\n Out with his sword, and besturd him than\n Out of the doores in haste to flie;\n But all the doores were made so fast,\n Out of a window he got at last.\n Alas for woe! etc.\n\n He met the bishop comming fast,\n Hauing the posset in his hande;\n The sight of Browne made him agast,\n Who bad him stoutly staie and stand.\n With him were two that ranne away,\n For feare that Browne would make a fray.\n Alas for woe! etc.\n\n \u2018Bishop,\u2019 quoth Browne, \u2018what hast thou there?\u2019\n \u2018Nothing at all, my freend,\u2019 sayde he,\n \u2018But a posset to make the king good cheere.\u2019\n \u2018Is it so?\u2019 sayd Browne, \u2018that will I see.\n First I will haue thy selfe begin,\n Before thou goe any further in;\n Be it weale or woe, it shall be so.\u2019\n This makes a sorrowfull heigh ho.\n\n The bishop saide, Browne, I doo know\n Thou art a young man poore and bare;\n Liuings on thee I will bestowe;\n Let me go on, take thee no care.\n \u2018No, no,\u2019 quoth Browne, \u2018I will not be\n A traitour for all Christiantie.\n Happe weal or woe, it shall be so:\n Drinke now, with a sorrowfull heigh ho.\u2019\n\n The bishop dranke, and by and by\n His belly burst and he fell downe:\n A iust reward for his traytery.\n \u2018This was a posset in deede!\u2019 quoth Browne.\n He serched the bishop, and found the keyes\n To come to the kinge when he did please.\n Alas for woe! etc.\n\n As soone as the king gat word of this,\n He humbly fell vppon his knee,\n And praysed God that he did misse\n To tast of that extremity:\n For that he did perceaue and know\n His clergie would betray him so.\n Alas for woe! etc.\n\n \u2018Alas,\u2019 he said, \u2018vnhappy realme!\n My father and godfather slaine,\n My mother banished, O extreame\n Vnhappy fate, and bitter bayne!\n And now like treason wrought for me.\n What more vnhappy realme can be!\u2019\n Alas for woe! etc.\n\n The king did call his nurse to his grace,\n And gave her twentie pound a yeere;\n And trustie Browne to, in like case,\n He knighted him, with gallant geere,\n And gaue him . . . liuings great,\n For dooing such a manly feat\n As he did sho[w]e, to the bishops woe,\n Which made, etc.\n\n When all this treason don and past\n Tooke not effect of traytery,\n Another treason at the last\n They sought against his Maiestie;\n How they might make their kinge away\n By a priuie banket on a daye.\n Alas for woe! etc.\n\n Wherat they ment to sell the king\n Beyonde the seas, it was decreede:\n Three noble earles heard of this thing,\n And did preuent the same with speede.\n For a letter came, with such a charme,\n That they should doo they[r] king no harme,\n For further woe, if they did so;\n Which made a sorrowfull heigh ho.\n\n The Earle Mourton told the Douglas then,\n \u2018Take heede you doo not offend the kinge:\n But shew your selues like honest men,\n Obediently in euery thing;\n For his godmother will not see\n Her noble childe misvsde to be\n With any woe; for if it be so,\n She will make a sorrowfull heigh ho\u2019\n\n God graunt all subiects may be true,\n In England, Scotland, and euerie where,\n That no such daunger may ensue,\n To put the prince or state in feare;\n That God, the highest king, may see\n Obedience as it ought to be.\n In wealth or woe, God graunt it be so!\n To auoide the sorrowfull heigh ho.\n\n\n\n\n 181\n\n THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY\n\n #A.# \u2018The Bonny Earl of Murray,\u2019 Ramsay\u2019s Tea-Table Miscellany, 11th\n ed., London, 1750, p. 356 (vol. iv).\n\n #B.# \u2018The Bonnie Earl o Murray,\u2019 Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, II, 11.\n\n\n#A# is not in the ninth edition of the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1733, but\nmay be in the tenth (1736? 1740?), which I have not seen. It is printed\nin Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1765, II, 210, and in many subsequent collections:\nHerd\u2019s Scots Songs, 1769, p. 32; Ritson\u2019s Scottish Songs, 1794, II, 29;\nJohnson\u2019s Museum, No 177; etc.\n\nJames Stewart, son of Sir James Stewart of Doune, became Earl of Murray\nin consequence of his marriage with the oldest daughter and heiress of\nthe Regent Murray. \u201cHe was a comely personage, of a great stature, and\nstrong of body like a kemp.\u201d[289] There was a violent hostility between\nMurray and the Earl of Huntly. The occurrence which is the subject of\nthe ballad may be narrated in the least space by citing the account\ngiven by Spottiswood. After his assault on Holyrood House in December\n(or September), 1591, \u201cBothwell went into the north, looking to be\nsupplied by the Earl of Murray, his cousin-german; which the king\nsuspecting, Andrew Lord Ochiltrie was sent to bring Murray unto the\nsouth, of purpose to work a reconcilement betwixt him and Huntly. But a\nrumor being raised in the mean while that the Earl of Murray was seen in\nthe palace with Bothwell on the night of the enterprise, the same was\nentertained by Huntly (who waited then at court) to make him suspected\nof the king, and prevailed so far as he did purchase a commission to\napprehend and bring Murray to his trial. The nobleman, not fearing that\nany such course should be used, was come to Donibristle, a house\nsituated on the north side of Forth, and belonging to his mother the\nlady Doune. Huntly, being advertised of his coming, and how he lay there\nsecure, accompanied only with the Sheriff of Murray and a few of his own\nretinue, went thither and beset the house, requiring him to render. The\nEarl of Murray refusing to put himself in the hands of his enemy, after\nsome defence made, wherein the sheriff was killed, fire was set to the\nhouse, and they within forced by the violence of the smoke and flame to\ncome forth. The earl staid a great space after the rest, and, the night\nfalling down, ventured among his enemies, and, breaking through the\nmidst of them, did so far outrun them all as they supposed he was\nescaped; yet searching him among the rocks, he was discovered by the tip\nof his head-piece, which had taken fire before he left the house, and\nunmercifully slain. The report went that Huntly\u2019s friends, fearing he\nshould disclaim the fact (for he desired rather to have taken him\nalive), made him light from his horse and give some strokes to the dead\ncorpse.... The death of the nobleman was universally lamented, and the\nclamors of the people so great ... that the king, not esteeming it safe\nto abide at Edinburgh, removed with the council to Glasgow, where he\nremained until Huntly did enter himself in ward in Blackness, as he was\ncharged. But he staid not there many days, being dimitted, upon caution,\nto answer before the justice whensoever he should be called. The corpses\nof the Earl and Sheriff of Murray were brought to the church of Leith in\ntwo coffins, and there lay divers months unburied, their friends\nrefusing to commit their bodies to the earth till the slaughter was\npunished. Nor did any man think himself so much interested in that fact\nas the Lord Ochiltrie, who had persuaded the Earl of Murray to come\nsouth; whereupon he fell afterwards away to Bothwell, and joined with\nhim for revenge of the murder.\u201d\n\nThis outrage was done in the month of February, 1592. Huntly sheltered\nhimself under the king\u2019s commission, and was not punished. He was no\ndoubt a dangerous man to discipline, but the king, perhaps because he\nbelieved Murray to be an abettor of Bothwell, showed no disposition that\nway.\n\nAccording to Sir James Balfour, \u201cthe queen, more rashly than wisely,\nsome few days before had commended\u201d Murray, \u201cin the king\u2019s hearing, with\ntoo many epithets of a proper and gallant man.\u201d Balfour may have had\ngossip, or he may have had a ballad, for his authority (see #A# 5); the\nsuggestion deserves no attention.[290]\n\nIn #B# the Countess of Murray is treated as the sister of Huntly.\n\n#A# is translated by Grundtvig, Engelske og skotske Folkeviser, No 8, p.\n52; by Herder, II, 71. #B# by Arndt, Bl\u00fctenlese, p. 196.\n\n\n A\n\n Ramsay\u2019s Tea-Table Miscellany, 1763, p. 356.\n\n 1\n Ye Highlands, and ye Lawlands,\n Oh where have you been?\n They have slain the Earl of Murray,\n And they layd him on the green.\n\n 2\n \u2018Now wae be to thee, Huntly!\n And wherefore did you sae?\n I bade you bring him wi you,\n But forbade you him to slay.\u2019\n\n 3\n He was a braw gallant,\n And he rid at the ring;\n And the bonny Earl of Murray,\n Oh he might have been a king!\n\n 4\n He was a braw gallant,\n And he playd at the ba;\n And the bonny Earl of Murray\n Was the flower amang them a\u2019.\n\n 5\n He was a braw gallant,\n And he playd at the glove;\n And the bonny Earl of Murray,\n Oh he was the Queen\u2019s love!\n\n 6\n Oh lang will his lady\n Look oer the castle Down,\n Eer she see the Earl of Murray\n Come sounding thro the town!\n Eer she, etc.\n\n\n B\n\n Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, II, 11; from recitation.\n\n 1\n \u2018Open the gates,\n and let him come in;\n He is my brother Huntly,\n he\u2019ll do him nae harm.\u2019\n\n 2\n The gates they were opent,\n they let him come in,\n But fause traitor Huntly,\n he did him great harm.\n\n 3\n He\u2019s ben and ben,\n and ben to his bed,\n And with a sharp rapier\n he stabbed him dead.\n\n 4\n The lady came down the stair,\n wringing her hands:\n \u2018He has slain the Earl o Murray,\n the flower o Scotland.\u2019\n\n 5\n But Huntly lap on his horse,\n rade to the king:\n \u2018Ye\u2019re welcome hame, Huntly,\n and whare hae ye been?\n\n 6\n \u2018Whare hae ye been?\n and how hae ye sped?\u2019\n \u2018I\u2019ve killed the Earl o Murray,\n dead in his bed.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Foul fa you, Huntly!\n and why did ye so?\n You might have taen the Earl o Murray,\n and saved his life too.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Her bread it\u2019s to bake,\n her yill is to brew;\n My sister\u2019s a widow,\n and sair do I rue.\n\n 9\n \u2018Her corn grows ripe,\n her meadows grow green,\n But in bonny Dinnibristle\n I darena be seen.\u2019\n\n\n\n\n 182\n\n THE LAIRD O LOGIE\n\n #A.# \u2018The Laird o Logie,\u2019 Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1833, III, 128. The\n same, with the insertion of one stanza from recitation, Motherwell\u2019s\n Minstrelsy, p. 56.\n\n #B.# \u2018The young Laird of Ochiltrie,\u2019 Herd, The Ancient and Modern\n Scots Songs, 1769, p. 240; ed. 1776, I, 21. Repeated in Campbell\n MSS, I, 142.\n\n #C.# \u2018The Laird of Logie,\u2019 a stall-copy printed by M. Randall,\n Stirling. The same in Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 504, and in Maidment\u2019s\n Scotish Ballads and Songs, p. 8, \u2018The young Laird of Logie.\u2019\n\n #D.# \u2018Young Logie,\u2019 Harris MS., fol. 16.\n\n #E.# \u2018The Laird o Logie, or, May Margaret,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy,\n p. 56, one stanza.\n\n\nFrancis Stewart, Earl of Bothwell, a madcap cousin of the king, had been\nguilty of a violent assault upon Holyrood House in December (or\nSeptember), 1591, and in June, 1592, had \u201cconspired the apprehension of\nthe king\u2019s person\u201d while James was residing at Falkland. In August\nfollowing he attempted to force himself into the king\u2019s presence to\n\u201cmake his reconciliation.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe lairds of Burlie and Logie, delated to [have] had intelligence with\nthe Earl Bothwell, were taken and apprehended by the Duke of Lennox the\nninth day of August, 1592, and committed to ward within Dalkeith; where\nbeing examined they both confessed the same. Burley gat his life for\ntelling the truth, but Logie, being a great courtier with the king, and\ndealer with the Earl Bothwell in Bothwell\u2019s enterprise which should\n[have] been done at Dalkeith, to wit, that they should come in at the\nback gate through the yard and [have] gotten the king in their hands,\nthe said laird of Logie was ordained to be tried by an assize and\nexecuted to the death. But the same night that he was examined, he\nescaped out by the means of a gentlewoman whom he loved, a Dane, who\nconveyed him out of his keepers\u2019 hands, through the queen\u2019s chamber,\nwhere his Majesty and the queen were lying in their beds, to a window in\nthe backside of the place, where he went down upon a tow [rope], and\nshot three pistols in token of his onlouping [mounting his horse] where\nsome of his servants, with the laird of Niddry, were awaiting him.\u201d\n(Moysie\u2019s Memoirs, p. 95.)\n\nAnother account may be added, from The Historie of King James the Sext\n(p. 253 f.):\n\n\u201cIt fortuned that a gentleman called Wemyss of Logie, being also in\ncredence at court, was delated as a trafficker with Francis Earl\nBothwell; and he, being examined before king and council, confessed his\naccusation to be of verity; that sundry times he had spoken with him,\nexpressly against the king\u2019s inhibition proclaimed in the contrary;\nwhich confession he subscribed with his hand....\n\n\u201cQueen Anne, our noble princess, was served with divers gentlewomen of\nher own country, and namely with one called Mistress Margaret Twynstoun,\nto whom this gentleman, Wemyss of Logie, bore great honest affection,\ntending to the godly band of marriage; the which was honestly requited\nby the said gentlewoman, yea, even in his greatest mister (need). For\nhow soon she understood the said gentleman to be in distress, and\napparently by his confession, to be punisht to the death, and she having\nprivilege to lie in the queen\u2019s chamber that same very night of his\naccusation, where the king was also reposing that same night, she came\nforth of the door privily, both the princes being then at quiet rest,\nand past to the chamber where the said gentleman was put in custody to\ncertain of the guard, and commanded them that immediately he should be\nbrought to the king and queen; whereunto they giving sure credence\nobeyed. But how soon she was come back to the chamber-door, she desired\nthe watches to stay till he should come forth again; and so she closed\nthe door and conveyed the gentleman to a window, where she ministered a\nlong cord unto him to convey himself down upon, and so, by her good\ncharitable help, he happily escaped, by the subtlety of love.\u201d\n\nCalderwood gives the following account: \u201cUpon Monday the seventh of\nAugust, the king being in Dalkeith, the young laird of Logie and Burlie\npromised to Bothwell to bring him in before the king to seek his pardon.\nThe king was forewarned, and Bothwell, howbeit brought in quietly within\nthe castle, was conveyed out again. Burlie was accused and confessed;\nLogie denied, and therefore would have suffered trial. The night before,\none of the queen\u2019s dames, Mistress Margaret, a Dutchwoman, came to the\nguard and desired that he might be suffered to come to the queen, who\nhad something to inquire of him. Two of the guard brought him to the\nking\u2019s chamber-door, and staid upon his coming forth, but she conveyed\nhim in the mean time out at a window in a pair of sheets.... Logie\nmarried the gentlewoman after, when he was received into the king\u2019s\nfavor again.\u201d[291] Logie, according to Calderwood, was \u201ca varlet of the\nking\u2019s chamber.\u201d\n\nSpottiswood says: John Weymis younger of Logie, gentleman of his\nMajesty\u2019s chamber, and in great favor both with the king and queen, was\ndiscovered to have the like dealing with Bothwell, and, being committed\nto the keeping of the guard, escaped by the policy of one of the Dutch\nmaids, with whom he entertained a secret love. The gentlewoman, named\nMistress Margaret Twinslace, coming one night, whilst the king and queen\nwere in bed, to his keepers, shewed that the king called for the\nprisoner, to ask of him some question. The keepers, suspecting nothing,\nfor they knew her to be the principal maid in the chamber, conveyed him\nto the door of the bed-chamber, and making a stay without, as they were\ncommanded, the gentlewoman did let him down at a window, by a cord that\nshe had prepared. The keepers, waiting upon his return, staid there till\nthe morning, and then found themselves deceived. This, with the manner\nof the escape, ministered great occasion of laughter; and not many days\nafter, the king being pacified by the queen\u2019s means, he was pardoned,\nand took to wife the gentlewoman who had in this sort hazarded her\ncredit for his safety.[292]\n\nThe lady, called by Calderwood and Spottiswood a Dutchwoman, but rightly\nby Moysie a Dane, was one of a train of her countrywomen who attended\nQueen Anne when she came to Scotland in May, 1590. She is called\nMistress Margaret Vinstar in a letter of Robert Bowes to Lord Burghley\nof August 12, 1592;[293] Margaret Weiksterne in a charter dated 25th\nDecember, 1594.[294]\n\nYoung Logie cannot have received a complete pardon within a few days of\nhis escape. At a council meeting, September 14, 1592, it is ordered that\nWemyss of Logie the younger, having failed to appear this day to answer\ntouching the \u2018intercommuning and having intelligence with Francis,\nsometime Earl Bothwell,\u2019 be denounced rebel.[295]\n\n#A.# Young Logie is a prisoner, in Carmichael\u2019s[296] keeping, and May\nMargaret, who is enamored of him, is weeping for his expected death. The\nqueen can do nothing, and tells her that she must go to the king himself\nto beg the life of her lover. She goes, accordingly, but gets an ill\nanswer: all the gold in Scotland shall not save Young Logie. In this\nstrait she steals the king\u2019s comb and the queen\u2019s knife, and sends them\nto Carmichael as tokens that Logie is to be discharged. She provides the\nyoung man with money, and gives him a pair of pistols, which he is to\nfire in sign that he is at liberty. The king hears the \u2018volley\u2019 from his\nbed, and by his peculiar sagacity recognizes the shot of Young Logie. He\nsends for Carmichael, and learning that the prisoner was set free in\nvirtue of a royal token, says, You will make his place good tomorrow.\nCarmichael hurries to Margaret, and wants a word with Logie. Margaret,\nwith a laugh, tells him that the bird is flown. The young pair severally\ntake ship and are married.\n\nIn #B#, the queen, instead of referring Margaret to the king as the only\nresource, herself undertakes to save the young man\u2019s life. She asks it\nof her consort as her first boon; the king makes her the same answer\nwhich he gives Margaret in #A#, All the gold in Scotland will not buy\nmercy. Margaret, in desperation, wishes to kill herself, but the queen\nwill put her in a better way to save her lover. The queen steals the\nprison-keys, and the story proceeds as before. The king threatens to\nhang all his gaolers, to the number of thirty and three. The gaolers\nplead that they received the keys (which are also thirty and three) with\na strict command to enlarge the prisoner. The queen says that, if the\ngaolers are to hang, a beginning must be made with her.\n\n#B# substitutes Ochiltrie for Logie. Andrew Stewart, Lord of Ochiltrie,\nwas an active partisan of Bothwell (see the preceding ballad), and at a\ncouncil-meeting on May 2, 1594 (the same meeting at which a caution of\nthree hundred merks was required for Young Logie), was ordered to be\ndenounced rebel for not appearing to answer touching his \u201ctressounable\nattemptattis\u201d; that is, for having been Bothwell\u2019s main helper in the\nRaid of Leith, April 3 preceding.[297] So far his case resembles Young\nLogie\u2019s, and it may be that the two became confounded in tradition\nearlier than the middle of the eighteenth century, about which time #B#\nwas taken down. But an interchange of names is of the commonest\noccurrence in traditional ballads, and perhaps Ochiltrie\u2019s appearance\nhere no more requires to be accounted for than his figuring, as he does,\nin one of the versions of \u2018The Broom of Cowdenknows.\u2019\n\nAlthough the queen had no hand in the freeing of Young Logie, and is not\nknown even to have winked at it, she stood by Mistress Margaret, and\nrefused to give her up when requested.[298]\n\n#C# agrees with #B# as to the part taken by the queen in the rescue.\nThere are but three keepers, and presumably but three keys to steal from\nunder the king\u2019s head, and the queen sends her wedding-ring with the\nkeys, as a warrant to the keepers. In 5, Anne is queen of England as\nwell as queen of Scotland; but we cannot expect that a stall-ballad of\nthis century should be nice about a matter of eleven years.\n\nThe offence for which Young Logie is to die in #D# is the stealing of a\nkiss \u201cfrom the queen\u2019s marie,\u201d which shows a high appreciation of the\ndiscipline at James\u2019s court. The queen counterfeits the king\u2019s hand and\nsteals his right glove, and sends the forged paper and the glove to\n\u201cPitcairn\u2019s walls\u201d as authority for the liberation of the prisoner. The\nking, looking over his castle-wall, sees Young Logie approaching, and\nhis exclamation at the sight brings the queen to an instantaneous\nconfession of what she has done. The king very good-naturedly overlooks\nthe offence and absolves the lover for whom it was committed.\n\n\nTranslated from Motherwell by Wolff, Halle der V\u00f6lker, I, 73.\n\n\n A\n\n Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1833, III, 128, \u201cas recited by a gentleman\n residing near Biggar.\u201d\n\n 1\n I will sing, if ye will hearken,\n If ye will hearken unto me;\n The king has taen a poor prisoner,\n The wanton laird o Young Logie.\n\n 2\n Young Logie\u2019s laid in Edinburgh chapel,\n Carmichael\u2019s the keeper o the key;\n And May Margaret\u2019s lamenting sair,\n A\u2019 for the love of Young Logie.\n\n 3\n \u2018Lament, lament na, May Margaret,\n And of your weeping let me be;\n For ye maun to the king himsell,\n To seek the life of Young Logie.\u2019\n\n 4\n May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,\n And she has curld back her yellow hair:\n \u2018If I canna get Young Logie\u2019s life,\n Farewell to Scotland for evermair!\u2019\n\n 5\n When she came before the king,\n She knelit lowly on her knee:\n \u2018O what\u2019s the matter, May Margaret?\n And what needs a\u2019 this courtesie?\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018A boon, a boon, my noble liege,\n A boon, a boon, I beg o thee,\n And the first boon that I come to crave\n Is to grant me the life of Young Logie.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018O na, O na, May Margaret,\n Forsooth, and so it mauna be;\n For a\u2019 the gowd o fair Scotland\n Shall not save the life of Young Logie.\u2019\n\n 8\n But she has stown the king\u2019s redding-kaim,\n Likewise the queen her wedding knife,\n And sent the tokens to Carmichael,\n To cause Young Logie get his life.\n\n 9\n She sent him a purse o the red gowd,\n Another o the white monie;\n She sent him a pistol for each hand,\n And bade him shoot when he gat free.\n\n 10\n When he came to the Tolbooth stair,\n There he let his volley flee;\n It made the king in his chamber start,\n Een in the bed where he might be.\n\n 11\n \u2018Gae out, gae out, my merrymen a\u2019,\n And bid Carmichael come speak to me;\n For I\u2019ll lay my life the pledge o that\n That yon\u2019s the shot o Young Logie.\u2019\n\n 12\n When Carmichael came before the king,\n He fell low down upon his knee;\n The very first word that the king spake\n Was, Where\u2019s the laird of Young Logie?\n\n 13\n Carmichael turnd him round about,\n I wot the tear blinded his ee:\n \u2018There came a token frae your Grace\n Has taen away the laird frae me.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Hast thou playd me that, Carmichael?\n And hast thou playd me that?\u2019 quoth he;\n \u2018The morn the Justice Court\u2019s to stand,\n And Logie\u2019s place ye maun supplie.\u2019\n\n 15\n Carmichael\u2019s awa to Margaret\u2019s bower,\n Even as fast as he may dree:\n \u2018O if Young Logie be within,\n Tell him to come and speak with me.\u2019\n\n 16\n May Margaret turnd her round about,\n I wot a loud laugh laughed she:\n \u2018The egg is chippd, the bird is flown,\n Ye\u2019ll see nae mair of Young Logie.\u2019\n\n 17\n The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith,\n The tother at the Queen\u2019s Ferrie,\n And she\u2019s gotten a father to her bairn,\n The wanton laird of Young Logie.\n\n\n B\n\n Herd, The Ancient and Modern Scots Songs, 1769, p. 240.\n\n 1\n O listen, gude peopell, to my tale,\n Listen to what I tel to thee;\n The king has taiken a poor prisoner,\n The wanton laird of Ochiltrie.\n\n 2\n When news came to our guidly queen,\n Sche sicht, and said right mournfullie,\n \u2018O what will cum of Lady Margret!\n Wha beirs sick luve to Ochiltrie.\u2019\n\n 3\n Lady Margret tore hir yellow hair\n When as the queen tald hir the saim:\n \u2018I wis that I had neir bin born,\n Nor neir had knawn Ochiltrie\u2019s naim!\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018Fie, na!\u2019 quoth the queen, \u2018that maunna be;\n Fie, na! that maunna be;\n I\u2019ll fynd ye out a better way\n To saif the lyfe of Ochiltrie.\u2019\n\n 5\n The queen sche trippit up the stair,\n And lowlie knielt upon hir knie:\n \u2018The first boon which I cum to craive\n Is the life of gentel Ochiltrie.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018O iff you had askd me castels or towirs,\n I wad hae gin thaim, twa or thrie;\n Bot a\u2019 the monie in fair Scotland\n Winna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie.\u2019\n\n 7\n The queen sche trippit down the stair,\n And down she gade richt mournfullie:\n \u2018It\u2019s a\u2019 the monie in fair Scotland\n Winna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie!\u2019\n\n 8\n Lady Margaret tore her yellow hair\n When as the queen tald hir the saim:\n \u2018I\u2019ll tak a knife and end my lyfe,\n And be in the grave as soon as him!\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Ah, na! Fie, na!\u2019 quoth the queen,\n \u2018Fie, na! Fie, na! this maunna be;\n I\u2019ll set ye on a better way\n To loose and set Ochiltrie frie.\u2019\n\n 10\n The queen sche slippit up the stair,\n And sche gaid up richt privatlie,\n And sche has stoun the prison-keys,\n And gane and set Ochiltrie frie.\n\n 11\n And sche\u2019s gien him a purse of gowd,\n And another of whyt monie;\n Sche\u2019s gien him twa pistoles by \u2019s syde,\n Saying to him, Shute, when ye win frie.\n\n 12\n And when he cam to the queen\u2019s window,\n Whaten a joyfou shute gae he!\n \u2018Peace be to our royal queen,\n And peace be in hir companie!\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018O whaten a voyce is that?\u2019 quoth the king,\n \u2018Whaten a voyce is that?\u2019 quoth he;\n \u2018Whaten a voyce is that?\u2019 quoth the king;\n \u2018I think it\u2019s the voyce of Ochiltrie.\n\n 14\n \u2018Call to me a\u2019 my gaolours,\n Call thaim by thirtie and by thrie;\n Whairfoir the morn, at twelve a clock,\n It\u2019s hangit schall they ilk ane be.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018O didna ye send your keyis to us?\n Ye sent thaim be thirtie and be thrie,\n And wi thaim sent a strait command\n To set at lairge young Ochiltrie.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018Ah, na! Fie, na!\u2019 quoth the queen,\n \u2018Fie, my dear luve, this maunna be!\n And iff ye\u2019re gawn to hang thaim a\u2019,\n Indeed ye maun begin wi me.\u2019\n\n 17\n The tane was schippit at the pier of Leith,\n The ither at the Queen\u2019s Ferrie,\n And now the lady has gotten hir luve,\n The winsom laird of Ochiltrie.\n\n\n C\n\n A stall-copy, printed by M. Randall, Stirling.\n\n 1\n The young laird of Logie is to prison cast;\n Carmichael\u2019s the keeper of the key;\n Lady Margaret, the queen\u2019s cousin, is very sick,\n And it\u2019s all for love of Young Logie.\n\n 2\n She\u2019s into the queen\u2019s chamber gone,\n She has kneeld low down on her knee;\n Says she, You must go to the king yourself;\n It\u2019s all for a pardon to Young Logie.\n\n 3\n The queen is unto the king\u2019s chamber gone,\n She has kneeld low down on her knee:\n \u2018O what is the matter, my gracious queen?\n And what means all this courtesie?\n\n 4\n \u2018Have I not made thee queen of fair Scotland?\n The queen of England I trow thou be;\n Have not I made thee my wedded wife?\n Then what needs all this courtesie?\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018You have made me queen of [fair] Scotland,\n The queen of England I surely be;\n Since you have made me your wedded wife,\n Will you grant a pardon for Young Logie?\u2019\n\n 6\n The king he turned him right round about,\n I think an angry man was he:\n \u2018The morrow, before it is twelve o\u2019clock,\n O hangd shall the laird of Logie be.\u2019\n\n 7\n The queen she\u2019s into her chamber gone,\n Amongst her maries, so frank and free;\n \u2018You may weep, you may weep, Margaret,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018For hanged must the laird of Logie be.\u2019\n\n 8\n She has torn her silken scarf and hood,\n And so has she her yellow hair:\n \u2018Now fare you well, both king and queen,\n And adieu to Scotland for ever mair!\u2019\n\n 9\n She has put off her goun of silk,\n And so has she her gay clothing:\n \u2018Go fetch me a knife, and I\u2019ll kill myself,\n Since the laird of Logie is not mine.\u2019\n\n 10\n Then out bespoke our gracious queen,\n And she spoke words most tenderlie;\n \u2018Now hold your hand, Lady Margaret,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And I\u2019ll try to set Young Logie free.\u2019\n\n 11\n She\u2019s up into the king\u2019s chamber gone,\n And among his nobles so free;\n \u2018Hold away, hold away!\u2019 says our gracious king,\n \u2018No more of your pardons for Young Logie.\n\n 12\n \u2018Had you but askd me for houses and land,\n I would have given you castles three;\n Or anything else shall be at your command,\n But only a pardon for Young Logie.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018Hold your hand now, my sovereign liege,\n And of your anger let it be;\n For the innocent blood of Lady Margret\n It will rest on the head of thee and me.\u2019\n\n 14\n The king and queen are gone to their bed,\n But as he was sleeping so quietly,\n She has stole the keys from below his head,\n And has sent to set Young Logie free.\n\n 15\n Young Logie he\u2019s on horseback got,\n Of chains and fetters he\u2019s got free;\n As he passd by the king\u2019s window,\n There he has fired vollies three.\n\n 16\n The king he awakend out of his sleep,\n Out of his bed came hastilie;\n Says, I\u2019ll lay all my lands and rents\n That yonder\u2019s the laird of Logie free.\u2019\n\n 17\n The king has sent to the prison strong,\n He has calld for his keepers three;\n Says, How does all your prisoners?\n And how does the young laird of Logie?\n\n 18\n \u2018Your Majesty sent me your wedding-ring,\n With your high command to set him free;\u2019\n \u2018Then tomorrow, before that I eat or drink,\n I surely will hang you keepers three.\u2019\n\n 19\n Then out bespoke our gracious queen,\n And she spoke words most tenderlie;\n \u2018If ever you begin to hang a man for this,\n Your Majesty must begin with me.\u2019\n\n 20\n The one took shipping at [the pier of] Leith,\n The other at the Queen\u2019s Ferrie;\n Lady Margaret has gotten the man she loves,\n I mean the young laird of Logie.\n\n\n D\n\n Harris MS., fol. 16; from Mrs Harris\u2019s recitation.\n\n 1\n Pretty is the story I hae to tell,\n Pretty is the praisin o itsel,\n An pretty is the prisner oor king\u2019s tane,\n The rantin young laird o Logie.\n\n 2\n Has he brunt? or has he slain?\n Or has he done any injurie?\n Oh no, no, he\u2019s done nothing at all,\n But stown a kiss frae the queen\u2019s marie.\n\n 3\n Ladie Margaret cam doon the stair,\n Wringin her hands an tearin her hair;\n Cryin, Oh, that ever I to Scotland cam,\n Aye to see Young Logie dee!\n\n 4\n \u2018Had your tongue noo, Lady Margaret,\n An a\u2019 your weepin lat a bee!\n For I\u2019ll gae to the king my sell,\n An plead for life to Young Logie.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018First whan I to Scotland cam,\n You promised to gie me askens three;\n The first then o these askens is\n Life for the young laird o Logie.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018If you had asked house or lands,\n They suld hae been at your command;\n But the morn, ere I taste meat or drink,\n High hanged sall Young Logie be.\u2019\n\n 7\n Lady Margaret cam doon the stair,\n Wringin her hands an tearin her hair;\n Cryin, Oh, that ever I to Scotland cam,\n A\u2019 to see Young Logie dee!\n\n 8\n \u2018Haud your tongue noo, Lady Margaret,\n An a\u2019 your weepin lat a bee!\n For I\u2019ll counterfiet the king\u2019s hand-write,\n An steal frae him his richt hand gloe,\n An send them to Pitcairn\u2019s wa\u2019s,\n A\u2019 to lat Young Logie free.\u2019\n\n 9\n She counterfieted the king\u2019s hand-write,\n An stole frae him his richt hand gloe,\n An sent them to Pitcairn\u2019s wa\u2019s,\n A\u2019 to let Young Logie free.\n\n 10\n The king luikit owre his castle-wa,\n Was luikin to see what he cald see:\n \u2018My life to wad an my land to pawn,\n Yonder comes the young laird o Logie!\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Pardon, oh pardon! my lord the king,\n Aye I pray you pardon me;\n For I counterfieted your hand-write,\n An stole frae you your richt hand gloe,\n An sent them to Pitcairn\u2019s wa\u2019s,\n A\u2019 to set Young Logie free.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018If this had been done by laird or lord,\n Or by baron of high degree,\n I\u2019se mak it sure, upon my word,\n His life suld hae gane for Young Logie.\n\n 13\n \u2018But since it is my gracious queen,\n A hearty pardon we will gie,\n An for her sake we\u2019ll free the loon,\n The rantin young laird o Logie.\u2019\n\n\n E\n\n Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. 56, the third stanza; from recitation.\n\n May Margaret sits in the queen\u2019s bouir,\n Knicking her fingers ane be ane,\n Cursing the day that she ere was born,\n Or that she ere heard o Logie\u2019s name.\n\n * * * * *\n\n #B.#\n\n 6^1. and towirs _in ed._ 1776.\n\n Qu _in_ what, etc., _is rendered by_ w, _and_ z _in_ ze, _etc.,\n by_ y.\n\n#C.#\n\n _Maidment\u2019s copy has some slight variations, such as often occur\n in different issues of stall-prints._\n\n 1^3. very very.\n\n 1^4. the love.\n\n 3^1. into.\n\n 4^2. you be.\n\n 6^4. It\u2019s hanged.\n\n 7^1. her own.\n\n 7^2. and so free.\n\n 7^3. Lady Margret.\n\n 8^1. tore.\n\n 8^2, 9^2. she has.\n\n 8^3. ye.\n\n 11^1. up to.\n\n 14^2. beds.\n\n 18^2. commands.\n\n 19^3. you do hang.\n\n 20^1. at the pier of.\n\n#D.#\n\n 2^1. _Perhaps_ brent.\n\n 6^1. _Perhaps_ houses.\n\n 10^2. _Perhaps_ culd.\n\n\n\n\n 183\n\n WILLIE MACINTOSH\n\n #A.# \u2018Burning of Auchindown.\u2019 #a.# The Thistle of Scotland, p. 106. b.\n Whitelaw, The Book of Scottish Ballads, p. 248.\n\n #B.# \u2018Willie Mackintosh,\u2019 Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, II, 89.\n\n\nThe murder of the \u201cBonny Earl of Murray\u201d was the occasion of serious\ncommotions in the North Highlands. Towards the end of the year 1592, the\nMacintoshes of the Clan Chattan, who of all the faction of Murray \u201cmost\neagerly endeavored to revenge his death,\u201d invaded the estates of the\nEarl of Huntly, and killed four gentlemen of the surname of Gordon.\nHuntly retaliated, \u201cand rade into Pettie (which was then in the\npossession of the Clan Chattan), where he wasted and spoiled all the\nClan Chattan\u2019s lands, and killed divers of them. But as the Earl of\nHuntly had returned home from Pettie, he was advertised that William\nMacintosh with eight hundred of Clan Chattan were spoiling his lands of\nCabrach: whereupon Huntly and his uncle Sir Patrick Gordon of\nAuchindown, with some few horsemen, made speed towards the enemy,\ndesiring the rest of his company to follow him with all possible\ndiligence, knowing that if once he were within sight of them they would\ndesist from spoiling the country. Huntly overtook the Clan Chattan\nbefore they left the bounds of Cabrach, upon the head of a hill called\nStapliegate, where, without staying for the rest of his men, he invaded\nthem with these few he then had. After a sharp conflict he overthrew\nthem, chased them, killed sixty of their ablest men, and hurt William\nMacintosh with divers others of his company.\u201d[299]\n\nTwo William Macintoshes are confounded in the ballad. The burning of\nAuchindown is attributed, rightly or wrongly, to an earlier William,\ncaptain of the clan, who, in August, 1550, was formally convicted of\nconspiracy against the life of the Earl of Huntly, then lieutenant in\nthe north, sentenced to lose his life and lands, and, despite a pledge\nto the contrary, executed shortly after by the Countess of Huntly.[300]\n\nAuchindown castle is on the banks of the Fiddich, #B# 1. By Cairn Croom,\n#A# 4, is meant, I suppose, the noted Cairngorm mountain, at the\nsouthern extremity of Banffshire.\n\n\n A\n\n #a.# The Thistle of Scotland, p. 106, 1823. #b.# Whitelaw, The Book\n of Scottish Ballads, p. 248; from an Aberdeen newspaper of about\n 1815.\n\n 1\n \u2018Turn, Willie Macintosh,\n Turn, I bid you;\n Gin ye burn Auchindown,\n Huntly will head you.\u2019\n\n 2\n \u2018Head me or hang me,\n That canna fley me;\n I\u2019ll burn Auchendown,\n Ere the life lea me.\u2019\n\n 3\n Coming down Deeside,\n In a clear morning,\n Auchindown was in flame,\n Ere the cock-crawing.\n\n 4\n But coming oer Cairn Croom,\n And looking down, man,\n I saw Willie Macintosh\n Burn Auchindown, man.\n\n 5\n \u2018Bonny Willie Macintosh,\n Whare left ye your men?\u2019\n \u2018I left them in the Stapler,\n But they\u2019ll never come hame.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Bonny Willie Macintosh,\n Whare now is your men?\u2019\n \u2018I left them in the Stapler,\n Sleeping in their sheen.\u2019\n\n\n B\n\n Finlay\u2019s Scottish Ballads, II, 89, 1808, as recollected by a lady\n and communicated by Walter Scott.\n\n 1\n As I came in by Fiddich-side,\n In a May morning,\n I met Willie Mackintosh,\n An hour before the dawning.\n\n 2\n \u2018Turn again, turn again,\n Turn again, I bid ye;\n If ye burn Auchindown,\n Huntly he will head ye.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018Head me, hang me,\n That sall never fear me;\n I\u2019ll burn Auchindown\n Before the life leaves me.\u2019\n\n 4\n As I came in by Auchindown,\n In a May morning,\n Auchindown was in a bleeze,\n An hour before the dawning.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 5\n Crawing, crawing,\n For my crowse crawing,\n I lost the best feather i my wing\n For my crowse crawing.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A. b.#\n\n 1^2. Turn, turn.\n\n 1^3. If you.\n\n 2^2. That winna.\n\n 3 _wanting._\n\n 4^1. But _wanting_.\n\n _After_ 4:\n Light was the mirk hour\n At the day-dawing,\n For Auchindoun was in flames\n Ere the cock-crawing.\n\n 5, 6 _wanting._\n\n\n\n\n 184\n\n THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY\n\n Glenriddell MSS, XI, 34, 1791.\n\n\n\u2018Lads of Wamphray, ane old ballad, sometimes called The Galiard,\u2019 is the\nsuperscription in the manuscript. Printed in Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, I, 208,\n1802, II, 148, 1833; with the omission of 4 and 36, the insertion of\nfour verses after 8, two transpositions, and some changes of language.\n\n\u201cThe following song celebrates the skirmish, in 1593, betwixt the\nJohnstones and Crichtons, which led to the revival of the ancient\nquarrel betwixt Johnstone and Maxwell, and finally to the battle of\nDryffe Sands, in which the latter lost his life. Wamphray is the name of\na parish in Annandale. Lethenhall was the abode of Johnstone of\nWamphray, and continued to be so till of late years. William Johnstone\nof Wamphray, called the Galliard, was a noted freebooter. A place near\nthe head of Teviotdale retains the name of the Galliard\u2019s Faulds\n(folds), being a valley, where he used to secrete and divide his spoil\nwith his Liddesdale and Eskdale associates. His _nom de guerre_ seems to\nhave been derived from the dance called the galliard. The word is still\nused in Scotland to express an active, gay, dissipated character. Willie\nof the Kirkhill, nephew to the Galliard, and his avenger, was also a\nnoted Border robber.\u201d\n\n\u201cLeverhay, Stefenbiggen, Girth-head, etc., are all situated in the\nparish of Wamphray. The Biddes-burn, where the skirmish took place\nbetwixt the Johnstones and their pursuers, is a rivulet which takes its\ncourse among the mountains on the confines of Nithesdale and Annandale.\nThe Wellpath is a pass by which the Johnstones were retreating to their\nfastnesses in Annandale. Ricklaw-holm is a place upon the Evan water,\nwhich falls into the Annan below Moffat. Wamphray-gate was in these days\nan alehouse.\u201d Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, I, 208 ff., ed. 1802.\n\nThis affair is briefly noticed in the Historie of King James the Sext in\nthe following terms: \u201cSum unbrydlit men of Johnestons ... hapnit to ryd\na steiling in the moneth of Julij this present yeir of God 1593, in the\nlands and territoreis pertening to the Lord Sanquhar and the knyghtis of\nDrumlanryg, Lag and Closburne, upon the watter of Nyth; whare, attoure\nthe great reaf and spulye that thay tuik away with violent hand, thay\nslew and mutilat a great nomber of men wha stude for defence of thair\nawin geir and to reskew the same from the hands of sik vicious\nrevers.\u201d[301] P. 297.\n\nIt is hard to determine whether the first eight stanzas of the ballad\nare anything more than a prelude, and whether 5, 7 note the customary\npractice of the Lads of Wamphray, or anticipate, as is done in 3,\ncertain points in the story which follows. The gap after 8 is filled by\nScott with verses which describe the Galliard as incapable of keeping\nhis hands from another man\u2019s horse, and as having gone to Nithsdale to\nsteal Sim Crichton\u2019s dun. The Galliard makes an unlucky selection from\nthe Crichton stable, and takes a blind horse instead of the coveted dun.\nUnder the impression that he has the right beast, he calls out to Sim to\ncome out and see a Johnstone ride. The Crichtons mount for pursuit; the\nGalliard sees that they will be up with him, and tries to hide behind a\nwillow-bush. Resistance is vain, for there is no other man by but Will\nof Kirkhill; entreaties and promises are bootless; the Crichtons hang\nthe Galliard high. Will of Kirkhill vows to avenge his uncle\u2019s death,\nand to this end goes back to Wamphray and raises a large band of riders,\nwho proceed to Nithsdale and drive off the Crichtons\u2019 cattle. On the\nreturn the Johnstones are followed or intercepted by the Crichtons; a\nfight ensues, and the Crichtons suffer severely. Will of Kirkhill boasts\nthat he has killed a man for every finger of the Galliard. The\nJohnstones drive the Crichtons\u2019 nout to Wamphray.[302]\n\n\nThere is a story, not sufficiently authenticated, that Lord Maxwell,\nwhile engaged in single combat with Johnstone, at the battle of\nDryfesands, \u201cwas slain behind his back by the cowardly hands of Will of\nKirkhill.\u201d The New Statistical Account of Scotland, IV, 148, note[B].\n\n\n 1\n Twixt the Girthhead and Langwood-end\n Livd the Galiard and Galiard\u2019s men.\n\n 2\n It is the lads of Lethenha,\n The greatest rogues among them a\u2019.\n\n 3\n It is the lads of Leverhay,\n That drove the Crichtons\u2019 gier away.\n\n 4\n It is the lads o the Kirkhill,\n The gay Galiard and Will o Kirkhill,\n\n 5\n But and the lads o Stefenbiggin,\n They broke the house in at the riggin.\n\n 6\n The lads o Fingland and Hellbackhill,\n They were neer for good, but aye for ill.\n\n 7\n Twixt the Staywood Bass and Langside Hill,\n They stelld the broked cow and branded bull.\n\n 8\n It is the lads o the Girthhead,\n The diel\u2019s in them for pride and greed.\n\n 9\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . . .\n\n 10\n The Galiard is to the stable gane;\n Instead of the Dun, the Blind he\u2019s taen.\n\n 11\n \u2018Come out now, Simmy o the Side,\n Come out and see a Johnston ride!\n\n 12\n \u2018Here\u2019s the boniest horse in a\u2019Nithside,\n And a gentle Johnston aboon his hide.\u2019\n\n 13\n Simmy Crichton\u2019s mounted then,\n And Crichtons has raised mony a ane.\n\n 14\n The Galiard thought his horse had been fleet,\n But they did outstrip him quite out o sight.\n\n 15\n As soon as the Galiard the Crichton he saw,\n Beyond the saugh-bush he did draw.\n\n 16\n The Crichtons there the Galiard hae taen,\n And nane wi him but Willy alane.\n\n 17\n \u2018O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,\n And I vow I\u2019ll neer do a Crichton wrang!\n\n 18\n \u2018O Simmy, Simmy, now let me be,\n And a peck o goud I\u2019ll gie to thee!\n\n 19\n \u2018O Simmy, Simmy, let me gang,\n And my wife shall heap it wi her hand!\u2019\n\n 20\n But the Crichtons wadna let Willy bee,\n But they hanged him high upon a tree.\n\n 21\n O think then Will he was right wae,\n When he saw his uncle guided sae.\n\n 22\n \u2018But if ever I live Wamphray to see,\n My uncle\u2019s death revenged shall be!\u2019\n\n 23\n Back to Wamphray Willy\u2019s gane,\n And riders has raised mony a ane.\n\n 24\n Saying, My lads, if ye\u2019ll be true,\n Ye\u2019s a\u2019be clad in the noble blue.\n\n 25\n Back to Nidsdale they are gane,\n And away the Crichtons\u2019 nout they hae taen.\n\n 26\n As they came out at the Wallpath-head,\n The Crichtons bad them light and lead.\n\n 27\n And when they came to the Biddess-burn,\n The Crichtons bad them stand and turn.\n\n 28\n And when they came to the Biddess-strand,\n The Crichtons they were hard at hand.\n\n 29\n But when they cam to the Biddess-law,\n The Johnstons bad them stand and draw.\n\n 30\n Out then spake then Willy Kirkhill:\n \u2018Of fighting, lads, ye\u2019s hae your fill.\u2019\n\n 31\n Then off his horse Willy he lap,\n And a burnishd brand in his hand he took.\n\n 32\n And through the Crichtons Willy he ran,\n And dang them down both horse and man.\n\n 33\n O but these lads were wondrous rude,\n When the Biddess-burn ran three days blood!\n\n 34\n \u2018I think, my lads, we\u2019ve done a noble deed;\n We have revengd the Galiard\u2019s blood.\n\n 35\n \u2018For every finger o the Galiard\u2019s hand,\n I vow this day I\u2019ve killed a man.\u2019\n\n 36\n And hame for Wamphray they are gane,\n And away the Crichtons\u2019 nout they\u2019ve taen.\n\n 37\n \u2018Sin we\u2019ve done na hurt, nor we\u2019ll take na wrang,\n But back to Wamphray we will gang.\u2019\n\n 38\n As they came in at Evanhead,\n At Reaklaw-holm they spred abread.\n\n 39\n \u2018Drive on, my lads, it will be late;\n We\u2019ll have a pint at Wamphray Gate.\n\n 40\n \u2018For where eer I gang, or eer I ride,\n The lads o Wamphr[a]y\u2019s on my side.\n\n 41\n \u2018For of a\u2019the lads that I do ken,\n The lads o Wamphr[a]y\u2019s king o men.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n _Not divided into stanzas in the MS. Scott makes stanzas of four\n lines._\n\n 3^1. Leuerhay.\n\n _After 8 Scott inserts_:\n\n For the Galliard, and the gay Galliard\u2019s men,\n They neer saw a horse but they made it their ain.\n\n The Galliard to Nithside is gane,\n To steal Sim Crichton\u2019s winsome dun.\n\n 20^1. let Willy bee, _in the text_: or the Galiard, _in the\n margin_.\n\n 21^1. _In the margin_: Will of Kirkhill.\n\n 38^2. Breaklaw: _changed in the MS. to_ Reaklaw.\n\n\n\n\n 185\n\n DICK O THE COW\n\n #a.# \u2018An excelent old song cald Dick of the Cow.\u2019 Percy Papers, 1775.\n #b.# Caw\u2019s Poetical Museum, p. 22, 1784. #c.# Campbell, Albyn\u2019s\n Anthology, II, 31, 1818.\n\n\n#a# seems to have been communicated to Percy by Roger Halt in 1775. #b#\nwas contributed to Caw\u2019s Museum by John Elliot of Reidheugh, a\ngentleman, says Scott, well skilled in the antiquities of the western\nborder. #c# was taken down \u201cfrom the singing and recitation of a\nLiddesdale-man, namely, Robert Shortreed, sheriff-substitute of\nRoxburghshire, in the autumn of 1816;\u201d but it differs from #b# in no\nimportant respect except the omission of thirteen stanzas, 17, 18, 24,\n32, 35\u201338, 51, 52, 56\u201358.\n\nScott\u2019s copy, I, 137, 1802, II, 63, 1833, is #c# with the deficient\nstanzas supplied from #b#. A copy in the Campbell MSS, I, 204, is #b#.\n\nRitson pointed out to Scott a passage in Nashe\u2019s Have with you to\nSaffren Walden which shows that this ballad was popular before the end\nof the sixteenth century: \u201cDick of the Cow, that mad demi-lance northren\nborderer, who plaied his prizes with the lord Jockey so bravely,\u201d 1596,\nin Grosart\u2019s Nashe, III, 6.\n\nAn allusion to it likewise occurs in Parrot\u2019s Laquei Ridiculosi, or\nSpringes for Woodcocks, London, 1613, Epigr. 76.\n\n Owenus wondreth, since he came to Wales,\n What the description of this isle should be,\n That nere had seen but mountains, hills, and dales;\n Yet would he boast, and stand on pedigree\n From Rice ap Richard, sprung from Dick a Cow;\n Be cod, was right gud gentleman, look ye now!\n\n Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, II, 62, 1833.\n\nIn a list of books printed for and sold by P. Brooksby, 1688, occurs\nDick-a-the-Cow, containing north-country songs: Ritson, in Scott\u2019s\nMinstrelsy, I, 223, 1833.\n\nTwo stanzas are cited in Pennant\u2019s Tour in Scotland and Voyage to the\nHebrides in 1772, Part II, p. 276, ed. 1776.\n\n Then Johnie Armstrong to Willie gan say,\n \u2018Billie, a riding then will we;\n England and us have been long at feud;\n Perhaps we may hit on some bootie.\u2019\n\n Then they\u2019re come on to Hutton-Ha;\n They rade that proper place about;\n But the laird he was the wiser man,\n For he had left na geir without.\n\nFair Johnie Armstrong[303] and Willie his brother, having lain long in,\nride out on the chance of some booty. They come to Hutton Hall, but find\nno gear left without by the experienced laird, except six sheep, which\nthey scorn to take. Johnie asks Willie who the man was that they last\nmet, and learning that it was Dick o the Cow, a fool whom he knows to\nhave three as good kine as are in Cumberland, says, These kine shall go\nwith me to Liddesdale. They carry off Dick\u2019s three kine, and also three\ncoverlets from his wife\u2019s bed. When daylight reveals the theft, Dick\u2019s\nwife raises a wail; he bids her be still, he will bring her three cows\nfor one. Dick goes to his master and makes his loss known, and asks\nleave to go to Liddesdale to steal; his troth is required that he will\nsteal from none but those who have stolen from him. Dickie goes on to\nPuddingburn, where there are three and thirty Armstrongs, and complains\nto the Laird\u2019s Jock of the wrong which Fair Johnie Armstrong and Willie\nhave done him. Fair Johnie is for hanging Dick, Willie for slaying him,\nand another young man for tossing him in a sheet, beating him, and\nletting him go. The Laird\u2019s Jock, who is a better fellow than the rest,\ntells Dick that if he will sit down he shall have a bit of his own cow.\nDick observes that a key has been flung over the doorhead by lads who\nhave come in late. With this key he opens the stable where are the\nArmstrongs\u2019 three and thirty horses. He ties all but three with a triple\nknot,[304] leaps on one, takes another in his hand, and makes off. Fair\nJohnie discovers in the morning that his own horse and Willie\u2019s have\nbeen stolen, borrows the Laird\u2019s-Jock\u2019s, which Dick (for improvement of\nthe story) happens not to have tied, arms himself, and sets out in\npursuit. Overtaking Dick on Canoby lee, Johnie sends a spear at him,\nwhich only pierces the innocent\u2019s jerkin. Dick turns on Johnie, and has\nthe good fortune to fell him with the pommel of his sword. He strips\nJohnie of armor and sword, takes the third horse, and goes home to his\nmaster, who threatens to hang him for his thieving. The fool plants\nhimself upon the terms his master had made with him: he had stolen from\nnone but those that had stolen from him. His having the Laird Jock\u2019s\nhorse requires explanation; but Dick is able to give such satisfaction\non that point that his master offers twenty pound and one of his best\nmilk-kye for the horse. Dick exacts and gets thirty, and makes the same\nbargain with his master\u2019s brother for Fair Johnie Armstrong\u2019s horse. So\nhe goes back to his wife, and gives her threescore pound for her three\ncoverlets, two kye as good as her three, and has the third horse over\nand above. But Dick sees that he cannot safely remain on the border\nafter this reprisal upon the Armstrongs, and removes to Burgh (Brough)\nunder Stainmoor, in the extreme south of Cumberland.[305]\n\nHenry Lord Scroop of Bolton was warden of the West Marches for thirty\nyears from 1563, and his son Thomas for the next ten years, down to the\nunion of the crowns. Which of the two is intended in this ballad might\nbe settled beyond question by identifying my lord\u2019s brother, Ralph\nScroop, Bailif Glazenberrie, or Glozenburrie, st. 54 f.; but the former\nis altogether more probable.\n\nThe Laird\u2019s Jock, in the opinion of Mr R. B. Armstrong, was a son of\nThomas of Mangerton, the elder brother of Gilnockie. There are notices\nof him from 1569 to 1599. In 1569 Archibald Armstrong of Mangerton\ndeclined to be pledge for John Armstrong, called the Lardis Jok, Reg. P.\nCouncil; in 1599 he and other principal Armstrongs executed a bond,[306]\nand he is mentioned (in what fashion will presently appear) at various\nintermediate dates.\n\nJock, the Laird\u2019s son, an Armstrong of Liddesdale, had a brother called\nJohn,[307] MS. General Register House, 1569. (He is not called Fair John\nin any document besides the ballad.) In a later MS. there is an entry of\nthe marriage of John Armstrong, called the Lord\u2019s John. John Armstrong,\nson to the laird of Mangerton, is witness to two bonds in which John of\nthe Syde is a party, in 1562, 1563: R. B. Armstrong, History of\nLiddesdale, etc., Appendix, pp. ciii, civ. In a London MS. the Lord\u2019s\nJohn is said to have been executed.\n\nThe Laird\u2019s Jock, his father the laird of Mangerton, Sim\u2019s Thom, and\ntheir accomplices, are complained of in November, 1582, by Sir Simon\nMusgrave for burning of his barns, wheat, etc., worth \u00a31,000 sterling:\nNicolson and Burn, History of Westmoreland and Cumberland, I, xxxi. The\ncommendation of the Laird\u2019s Jock\u2019s honesty in st. 47, as Scott says,\nseems but indifferently founded; \u201cfor in July, 1586, a bill was fouled\nagainst him, Dick of Dryup, and others, by the deputy of Bewcastle, at a\nwarden-meeting, for four hundred head of cattle taken in open foray from\nthe Drysike in Bewcastle; and in September, 1587, another complaint\nappears, at the instance of one Andrew Rutledge of the Nook, against the\nLaird\u2019s Jock and his accomplices, for fifty kine and oxen, besides\nfurniture to the amount of one hundred merks sterling:\u201d Nicolson and\nBurn, as above. To be sure, we find the laird of Mangerton, on the next\npage, making complaints of the same kind against various persons, but it\nis to be feared that the Laird\u2019s Jock, at least, did not keep to the\ninnocent\u2019s golden rule, \u2018to steal frae nane but them that sta from\nthee.\u2019 Sir Richard Maitland gives him his character:\n\n Thay spuilye puire men of thair pakis,\n Thay leife tham nocht on bed nor bakis;\n Baith henne and cok,\n With reill and rok,\n The Lairdis Jok all with him takis. (MS.)\n\nHutton Hall, 3, being more than twenty miles from the border, seems\nremote for the Armstrongs\u2019 first _reconnaissance_, and it is no wonder\nthat Fair Johnie stickled at driving six sheep to such a distance. We\nmight ask how Dick, who evidently lives near Carlisle (for, besides\nother reasons, he is intimately acquainted with the Armstrongs), should\nhave been met so far from home.\n\nHarribie, 14, mentioned also in \u2018Kinmont Willie,\u2019 was the place of\nexecution at Carlisle.\n\nPuddingburn House, 16, according to Chambers, Scottish Ballads, p. 48,\nwas a strong place on the side of the Tinnis Hill, about three miles\nwestward from the Syde (and therefore a very little further from the\nhouse of Mangerton), of which the ruins now serve for a sheepfold. A MS.\ncited by Mr R. B. Armstrong says: \u201cJoke Armestronge, called the Lord\u2019s\nJoke, dwelleth under Denys Hill besides Kyrsoppe in Tenisborne;\u201d and in\nanother MS. the Lord Jock of Tennesborne is stated to have lived a mile\nwest from Kersopp-foote. The name Puddingburn has not been found on any\nmap.[308]\n\nCannobei, 34, is on the east of the Esk, just above its juncture with\nthe Liddel. Mattan, 52, 58 (Morton in #b#), is perhaps the small town a\nfew miles east of Whitehaven. There were cattle-fairs at Arlochden,\nwhich is very nigh, in the early part of this century: Lysons,\nCumberland, p. 10.\n\nThe Cow in Dick\u2019s name can have no reference to his cattle, for then his\nstyle would have been Dick o the Kye. Cow may possibly denote the hut in\nwhich he lived; or bush, or broom.\n\n\nTranslated by Knortz, Schottische Balladen, No 15, p. 42.\n\n\n 1\n Now Liddisdale has lain long in,\n Fa la\n There is no rideing there a ta;\n Fa la\n Their horse is growing so lidder and fatt\n That are lazie in the sta.\n Fa la la didle\n\n 2\n Then John\u00eb Armstrang to Willie can say,\n Billie, a rideing then will we;\n England and us has been long at a feed;\n Perhaps we may hitt of some bootie.\n\n 3\n Then they\u2019r comd on to Hutton Hall,\n They rade that proper place about;\n But the laird he was the wiser man,\n For he had left nae gear without.\n\n 4\n Then he had left nae gear to steal,\n Except six sheep upon a lee;\n Says Johnie, I\u2019de rather in England die\n Before their six sheep good to Liddisdale with me.\n\n 5\n \u2018But how cald they the man we last w_i_t_h_ mett,\n Billie, as we came over the know?\u2019\n \u2018That same he is an innocent fool,\n And some men calls him Dick o the Cow.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018That fool has three as good kyne of his own\n As is in a\u2019 Cumberland, bill\u00ede,\u2019 quoth he:\n \u2018Betide my life, betide my death,\n These three kyne shal go to Liddisdaile with me.\u2019\n\n 7\n Then they\u2019re comd on to the poor fool\u2019s house,\n And they have broken his wals so wide;\n They have loosd out Dick o the Cow\u2019s kyne three,\n And tane three coerlets off his wife\u2019s bed.\n\n 8\n Then on the morn, when the day grew light,\n The shouts and crys rose loud and high:\n \u2018Hold thy tongue, my wife,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018And of thy crying let me bee.\n\n 9\n \u2018Hald thy tongue, my wife,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018And of thy crying let me bee,\n And ay that where thou wants a kow,\n Good sooth that I shal bring the three.\u2019\n\n 10\n Then Dick\u2019s comd on to lord and master,\n And I wate a drerie fool [was] he:\n \u2018Hald thy tongue, my fool,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018For I may not stand to jest with thee.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Shame speed a your jesting, my lord,\u2019 quo Dickie,\n \u2018For nae such jesting grees with me;\n Liddesdaile has been in my house th_i_s last night,\n And they have tane my three kyne from me.\n\n 12\n \u2018But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwel,\n To be your poor fool and your leel,\n Unless ye give me leave, my lord,\n To go to Liddisdale and steal.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018To give thee leave, my fool,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Thou speaks against mine honour and me;\n Unless thou give me thy trouth and thy right hand\n Thou\u2019l steal frae nane but them th_a_t sta from thee.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018There is my trouth and my right hand;\n My head shal hing on Hairibie,\n I\u2019le never crose Carlele sands again,\n If I steal frae a man but them th_a_t sta frae me.\u2019\n\n 15\n Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,\n And I wate a merrie fool was he;\n He has bought a bridle and a pair of new spurs,\n And has packed them up in his breek-thigh.\n\n 16\n Then Dickie\u2019s come on for Puddinburn,\n Even as fast as he may drie;\n Dickie\u2019s come on for Puddinburn,\n Where there was thirty Armstrongs and three.\n\n 17\n \u2018What\u2019s this comd on me!\u2019 quo Dick\u00eb,\n \u2018What meakle wae\u2019s th_i_s happend on me,\u2019 quo he,\n \u2018Where here is but ae innocent fool,\n And there is thirty Armstrongs and three!\u2019\n\n 18\n Yet he\u2019s comd up to the hall among th_e_m all;\n So wel he became his courtisie:\n \u2018Well may ye be, my good Laird\u2019s Jock!\n But the deil bless all your companie.\n\n 19\n \u2018I\u2019m come to plain of your man Fair Johnie Armstrong,\n And syne his billie Willie,\u2019 quo he;\n \u2018How they have been in my house th_i_s last night,\n And they have tane my three ky frae me.\u2019\n\n 20\n Quo Johnie Armstrong, We\u2019ll him hang;\n \u2018Nay,\u2019 thain quo Willie, \u2018we\u2019ll him slae;\u2019\n But up bespake another young man, We\u2019le nit him in a four-nooked\n sheet,\n Give him his burden of batts, and lett him gae.\n\n 21\n Then up bespake the good Laird\u2019s Jock,\n The best falla in the companie:\n Fitt thy way down a little while, Dick\u00eb,\n And a peice of thine own cow\u2019s hough I\u2019l give to thee.\n\n 22\n But Dicki\u2019s heart it grew so great\n That never a bitt of it he dought to eat;\n But Dickie was warr of ane auld peat-house,\n Where there al the night he thought for to sleep.\n\n 23\n Then Dickie was warr of that auld peat-house,\n Where there al the night he thought for to ly;\n And a\u2019the prayers the poor fool prayd was,\n \u2018I wish I had a mense for my own three kye!\u2019\n\n 24\n Then it was the use of Puddinburn,\n And the house of Mangertoun, all haile!\n These that came not at the first call\n They gott no more meat till the next meall.\n\n 25\n The lads, that hungry and aevery was,\n Above the door-head they flang the key;\n Dickie took good notice to that;\n Says, There\u2019s a bootie younder for me.\n\n 26\n Then Dickie\u2019s gane into the stable,\n Where there stood thirty horse and three;\n He has ty\u2019d them a\u2019with St Mary knot,\n All these horse but barely three.\n\n 27\n He has ty\u2019d them a\u2019with St Mary knott,\n All these horse but barely three;\n He has loupen on one, taken another in his hand,\n And out at the door and gane is Dickie.\n\n 28\n Then on the morn, when the day grew light,\n The shouts and cryes rose loud and high;\n \u2018What\u2019s that theife?\u2019 quo the good Laird\u2019s Jock;\n \u2018Tel me the truth and the verity.\n\n 29\n \u2018What\u2019s that theife?\u2019 quo the good Laird\u2019s Jock;\n \u2018See unto me ye do not lie:\u2019\n \u2018Dick o the Cow has been in the stable this last night,\n And has my brother\u2019s horse and mine frae me.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018Ye wad never be teld it,\u2019 quo the Laird\u2019s Jock;\n \u2018Have ye not found my tales fu leel?\n Ye wade never out of England bide,\n Till crooked and blind and a\u2019wad steal.\u2019\n\n 31\n \u2018But will thou lend me thy bay?\u2019 Fair John\u00eb Armstrong can say,\n \u2018There\u2019s nae mae horse loose in the stable but he;\n And I\u2019le either bring ye Dick o the Kow again,\n Or the day is come that he must die.\u2019\n\n 32\n \u2018To lend thee my bay,\u2019 the Laird\u2019s Jock can say,\n \u2018He\u2019s both worth gold and good monie;\n Dick o the Kow has away twa horse,\n I wish no thou should no make him three.\u2019\n\n 33\n He has tane the Laird\u2019s jack on his back,\n The twa-handed sword th_a_t hang lieugh by his thigh;\n He has tane the steel cap on his head,\n And on is he to follow Dickie.\n\n 34\n Then Dickie was not a mile off the town,\n I wate a mile but barely three,\n Till John Armstrang has oertane Dick o the Kow,\n Hand for hand on Cannobei lee.\n\n 35\n \u2018Abide th[e], bide now, Dickie than,\n The day is come that thow must die;\u2019\n Dickie looked oer his left shoulder;\n \u2018Johnie, has thow any mo in thy company?\n\n 36\n \u2018There is a preacher in owr chapell,\n And a\u2019the lee-lang day teaches he;\n When day is gane, and night is come,\n There\u2019s never a word I mark but three.\n\n 37\n \u2018The first and second\u2019s Faith and Conscience;\n The third is, Johnie, Take head of thee;\n But what faith and conscience had thow, traitor,\n When thou took my three kye frae me?\n\n 38\n \u2018And when thou had tane my three kye,\n Thou thought in thy heart thou was no wel sped;\n But thou sent thi billie Willie oer the know,\n And he took three coerlets of my wife\u2019s bed.\u2019\n\n 39\n Then Johne lett a spear fa leaugh by his thigh,\n Thought well to run the innocent through;\n But the powers above was more than his,\n He ran but the poor fool\u2019s jerkin through.\n\n 40\n Together they ran or ever they blan\u2014\n This was Dickie, the fool, and hee\u2014\n Dickie could not win to him w_i_t_h_ the blade of the sword,\n But he feld [him] with the plummet under the eye.\n\n 41\n Now Dickie has [feld] Fair John\u00eb Armstrong,\n The prettiest man in the south countrey;\n \u2018Gramercie,\u2019 then can Dickie say,\n \u2018I had twa horse, thou has made me three.\u2019\n\n 42\n He has tane the laird\u2019s jack off his back,\n The twa-handed sword th_a_t hang leiugh by his thigh;\n He has tane the steel cape off his head:\n \u2018Johnie, I\u2019le tel my master I met with thee.\u2019\n\n 43\n When John\u00eb wakend out of his dream,\n I wate a dreiry man was he:\n \u2018Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?\n The shame gae in thy company!\n\n 44\n \u2018Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?\n The shame go in thy companie!\n For if I should live this hundred year,\n I shal never fight with a fool after thee.\u2019\n\n 45\n Then Dickie comed home to lord and master,\n Even as fast as he may driee:\n \u2018Now Dickie, I shal neither eat meat nor drink\n Till high hanged that thou shall be!\u2019\n\n 46\n \u2018The shame speed the liars, my lord!\u2019 quo Dickie,\n \u2018That was no the promise ye made to me;\n For I\u2019d never gane to Liddesdale to steal\n Till that I sought my leave at thee.\u2019\n\n 47\n \u2018But what gart thow steal the Laird\u2019s-Jock\u2019s horse?\n And, limmer, what gart thou steal him?\u2019 quo he;\n \u2018For lang might thow in Cumberland dwelt\n Or the Laird\u2019s Jock had stoln ought frae thee.\u2019\n\n 48\n \u2018Indeed I wate ye leed, my lord,\n And even so loud as I hear ye lie;\n I wan him frae his man, Fair John\u00eb Armstrong,\n Hand for hand on Cannobie lee.\n\n 49\n \u2018There\u2019s the jack was on his back,\n The twa-handed sword that hung lewgh by his thigh;\n There\u2019s the steel cap was on his head;\n I have a\u2019these takens to lett you see.\u2019\n\n 50\n \u2018If that be true thou to me tels\u2014\n I trow thou dare not tel a lie\u2014\n I\u2019le give thee twenty pound for the good horse,\n Wel teld in thy cloke-lap shall be.\n\n 51\n \u2018And I\u2019le give thee one of my best milk-kye,\n To maintain thy wife and children three;\n [And that may be as good, I think,\n As ony twa o thine might be.\u2019]\n\n 52\n \u2018The shame speed the liars, my lord!\u2019 quo Dicke,\n \u2018Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?\n I\u2019le either have thirty pound for the good horse,\n Or els he\u2019s gae to Mattan fair wi me:\u2019\n\n 53\n Then he has given him thirty pound for the good horse,\n All in gold and good monie;\n He has given him one of his best milk-kye,\n To maintain his wife and children three.\n\n 54\n Then Dickie\u2019s come down through Carlile town,\n Even as fast as he may drie:\n The first of men that he with mett\n Was my lord\u2019s brother, Bailife Glazenberrie.\n\n 55\n \u2018Well may ye be, my good Ralph Scrupe!\u2019\n \u2018Welcome, my brother\u2019s fool!\u2019 quo he;\n \u2018Where did thou gett Fair Johnie Armstrong\u2019s horse?\u2019\n \u2018Where did I get him but steall him,\u2019 quo he.\n\n 56\n \u2018But will thou sell me Fair Johnie Armstrong\u015b horse?\n And, billie, will thou sel him to me?\u2019 quo he:\n \u2018Ay, and tel me the monie on my cloke-lap,\n For there\u2019s not one fathing I\u2019le trust thee.\u2019\n\n 57\n \u2018I\u2019le give thee fifteen pound for the good horse,\n Wel teld on thy cloke-lap shal be;\n And I\u2019le give [thee] one of my best milk-kye,\n To maintain thy wife and thy children three.\u2019\n\n 58\n \u2018The shame speed the liars, my lord!\u2019 quo Dick\u00eb,\n \u2018Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?\u2019 quo he:\n \u2018I\u2019le either have thirty pound for the good horse,\n Or else he\u2019s to Mattan Fair with me.\u2019\n\n 59\n He has given him thirty pound for the good horse,\n All in gold and good monie;\n He has given him one of his best milk-kye,\n To maintain his wife and children three.\n\n 60\n Then Dickie lap a loup on high,\n And I wate a loud laughter leugh he:\n \u2018I wish the neck of the third horse were browken,\n For I have a better of my own, and onie better can be.\u2019\n\n 61\n Then Dickie comd hame to his wife again;\n Judge ye how the poor fool he sped;\n He has given her three score of English pounds\n For the three auld coerlets was tane of her bed.\n\n 62\n \u2018Hae, take thee there twa as good kye,\n I trow, as al thy three might be;\n And yet here is a white-footed naigg;\n I think he\u2019le carry booth thee and me.\n\n 63\n \u2018But I may no langer in Cumberland dwell;\n The Armstrongs the\u2019le hang me high:\u2019\n But Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,\n And Burgh under Stanemuir there dwels Dickie.\n\n * * * * *\n\n#a.#\n\n 4^4. _Over_ good _is written_ went.\n\n 10^2. I wats: _cf._ 15^2, 34^2, 43^2.\n\n 21^3. Fitt: _Caw_, Sit. _I take_ fitt _in the sense of_ fettle.\n\n 23^4. a mense.\n\n 38^3. Sent y^e.\n\n 47^2. steal the Laird Jock horse _erroneously repeated from the\n line above: corrected from Caw_.\n\n 51^{3,4} _wanting: supplied from #b#._\n\n 55^1. Srcupe.\n\n 62^2. _for_ thy, thyee, _corrected from_ three.\n\n#b.#\n\n _Burden, after the first and fourth line_, Fala, fala, fala,\n faliddle.\n\n 1^3. horses are grown sae lidder fat.\n\n 1^4. They downa stur out o the sta.\n\n 2^2. then we\u2019ll gae.\n\n 2^4. Ablins we\u2019ll hit on.\n\n 3^2. rade the.\n\n 4^3. Quo J.\n\n 4^4. Ere thir: gae.\n\n 5^1. with _wanting_.\n\n 5^4. men ca.\n\n 6^{1,4}, 11^4, 19^4. ky.\n\n 6^2. As there\u2019s.\n\n 6^3. me _for_ my, _twice_.\n\n 7^3. three ky.\n\n 8^1. day was.\n\n 8^3, 9^1. O had.\n\n 9^4. In good sooth I\u2019ll.\n\n 10^1. on for \u2019s.\n\n 10^2. was he.\n\n 10^3. Now had.\n\n 11^3. this _wanting_.\n\n 13^1. I gi.\n\n 13^2. speakest: my.\n\n 13^3. right _wanting_.\n\n 13^4. but wha sta frae.\n\n 14^2. hang.\n\n 14^4. but wha sta.\n\n 16^2. might.\n\n 16^3. Now Dickie\u2019s.\n\n 16^4. were.\n\n 17^1. O what\u2019s this comd o me now.\n\n 18^2. Sae weil\u2019s.\n\n 19^2. o his.\n\n 19^3. the last.\n\n 20^3, 21^1. up and.\n\n 20^3. We\u2019ll nit him in a four-nooked sheet _wanting_.\n\n 20^4. We\u2019ll gie im his batts.\n\n 21^2. in a\u2019the.\n\n 21^3. Sit thy ways: Dickie.\n\n 21^4. thy: gi thee.\n\n 22^3. Then Dickie.\n\n 22^4, 23^2. there _wanting_.\n\n 23^1. o an auld.\n\n 23^3. was _wanting_.\n\n 23^4. a mense.\n\n 24^3. came na.\n\n 24^4. t\u2019the.\n\n 25^1. weary _for_ aevery: were.\n\n 25^2. Aboon: hang _for_ flang.\n\n 25^3. Dickie he.\n\n 26^1. Then D. into the stable is gane.\n\n 26^2, 27^2. horses.\n\n 26^3, 27^1. Mary\u2019s.\n\n 27^3. tane: his _wanting_.\n\n 28^3, 29^1. O where\u2019s.\n\n 29^2. dinna.\n\n 29^3. Dickie\u2019s been: this _wanting_.\n\n 30^1. it _wanting_.\n\n 31^1. But lend me thy bay, Johnie.\n\n 31^2. mae _wanting_.\n\n 31^3. ye _wanting_.\n\n 31^4. he shall.\n\n 32^2. worth baith.\n\n 32^4. na thou may make.\n\n 33^2. lieugh _wanting_.\n\n 33^4. he gane.\n\n 34^1. was na.\n\n 34^3. Till he\u2019s oertane by Johnie A.\n\n 35^1. Abide, abide.\n\n 35^2. maun die.\n\n 35^3. Then _wanting_.\n\n 35^4. thy _wanting_.\n\n 36^4. neer ae.\n\n 37^2. third, neer let a traitor free.\n\n 37^3. But Johnie: hadst: traitor _wanting_.\n\n 38^1. tane away.\n\n 38^3. But sent thy.\n\n 39^2. to hae slain the innocent, I trow.\n\n 39^3. were mair than he.\n\n 39^4. For he.\n\n 40^4. But feld \u2019im.\n\n 41^1. has feld.\n\n 42^2. leiugh _wanting_.\n\n 43^1. Johnie.\n\n 43^3, 44^1. And is.\n\n 44^3. years.\n\n 44^4. I neer shall.\n\n 45^1. come.\n\n 45^3. I\u2019ll neither eat nor.\n\n 45^4. hanged thou shalt.\n\n 46^4. Till I had got my.\n\n 47^2. gard thou steal him, quo he.\n\n 47^4. Ere: stawn frae.\n\n 48^3. Johnie.\n\n 49^3. And there\u2019s.\n\n 49^4. let thee.\n\n 50^2. dare na.\n\n 50^3, 52^3, 53^1, 57^1, 58^3, 59^1. punds.\n\n 51^{3,4}. And that may be as good, I think, As ony twa o thine\n might be.\n\n 52^4. els _wanting_: Mortan.\n\n 53^1. He\u2019s gien.\n\n 54^1. Dickie came.\n\n 54^2. he might.\n\n 54^3. met with.\n\n 54^4. Glozenburrie.\n\n 56^{1,2}. wilt.\n\n 56^4. no ae fardin.\n\n 57^3. gi thee.\n\n 57^4. thy _wanting_.\n\n 58^4. Or he\u2019s gae: Mortan.\n\n 60^1. fu hie.\n\n 60^2. laugh laughed.\n\n 60^4. if better can be.\n\n 61^1. Dickie\u2019s.\n\n 61^2. fool sped.\n\n 62^1. these _for_ there.\n\n 62^3. a _accidentally wanting_: nagie.\n\n 63^1. bide _for_ dwell.\n\n 63^4. dwells he.\n\n _Simple Scotticisms and ordinary contractions have generally not\n been noted._\n\n#c.#\n\n _Reading of #b# are not repeated._\n\n _Burden: after the first and the second verse_, Lal de ral,\n _thrice_, la lal de; _at the end of the stanza_:\n Lal lal de ridle la di, fal lal de ridle la di,\n Fal lal di lal la, fal lal di ridle la.\n\n 2^1. Fair Johnie.\n\n 2^2. riding we will.\n\n 2^3. have been: at feid.\n\n 2^4. we\u2019ll light.\n\n 3^1. they are come.\n\n 3^2. that proper, _as_ #a#.\n\n 4^1. For he.\n\n 5^1. ca.\n\n 5^4. And men they call.\n\n 6^2. there are.\n\n 7^1. they have come.\n\n 7^4. frae his.\n\n 8^2. rase.\n\n 9^2. ay where thou hast lost ae.\n\n 9^4. suith I shall.\n\n 10^1. Now Dickie\u2019s gane to the gude Lord Scroop.\n\n 11^1. Shame fa your.\n\n 11^4. hae awa.\n\n 12^3. you.\n\n 13^4. Thou\u2019lt.\n\n 15^1. leave o.\n\n 15^2. And _wanting_.\n\n 16^1. on to Pudding-burn house.\n\n 16^3. Then: on to.\n\n 17, 18 _wanting._\n\n 19^3. house last.\n\n 20^1. Ha quo fair.\n\n 20^2. then _wanting_.\n\n 20^3. Then up and spak: young Armstrang.\n\n 21^1. But up and spak.\n\n 21^3. down thy ways.\n\n 21^4. gie ye.\n\n 22^2. the neer.\n\n 22^3. Then was he aware.\n\n 23^4. Were I: amends: my gude.\n\n 24 _wanting._\n\n 25^2. they threw.\n\n 25^3. o that.\n\n 25^4. There will be a bootie for.\n\n 26^1. has into the stable gane.\n\n 27^4. And away as fast as he can hie.\n\n 28^1. But.\n\n 28^2. raise.\n\n 28^3. Ah, whae has done this.\n\n 29^1. Whae has done this deed.\n\n 29^2. See that to me.\n\n 29^4. has taen.\n\n 31^1. But lend me thy bay, Fair Johnie can say.\n\n 31^2. save he.\n\n 31^3. either fetch.\n\n 32 _wanting._\n\n 33^2. A: to hang by.\n\n 33^3. a _for_ the.\n\n 33^4. And galloped on to.\n\n 34^1. Then _wanting_: frae aff.\n\n 34^3. When he was: Fair J. A.\n\n 35\u201338 _wanting._\n\n 39^1. fu _for_ fa: _misprint?_\n\n 40^3. at him.\n\n 41^1. Thus.\n\n 41^4. hast.\n\n 42^1. the steil-jack aff Johnie\u2019s back.\n\n 42^2. hang low.\n\n 43^4. The shame and dule is left wi me.\n\n 44^2. The deil.\n\n 44^3. these h. years.\n\n 45^1. hame to the good Lord Scroop.\n\n 45^2. he might hie.\n\n 46^4. Had I not got my leave frae.\n\n 47^1. garrd thee.\n\n 47^2. garrd ye.\n\n 47^3. thou mightst.\n\n 48^3. wan the horse frae Fair.\n\n 48^4. Hand to.\n\n 49^2. This: sword hang.\n\n 49^4. brought a\u2019.\n\n 50^2. And I think thou dares.\n\n 50^3. fifteen pounds for the horse.\n\n 50^4. on thy.\n\n 51, 52 _wanting._\n\n 53^1. twenty pounds.\n\n 54^2. could drie.\n\n 55^1. Well be ye met.\n\n 55^3. didst.\n\n 56, 57, 58 _wanting._\n\n 59^1. twenty punds.\n\n 59^2. Baith in.\n\n 60^4. If ony of the twa were better than he.\n\n 61^1. Dickie\u2019s come.\n\n 61^2. had sped.\n\n 61^3. twa score.\n\n 61^4. was _wanting_.\n\n 62^1. And tak.\n\n 63^2. they would.\n\n 63^3. So D.\n\n 63^4. And at.\n\n\n\n\n 186\n\n KINMONT WILLIE\n\n Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, I, 111, 1802; II, 32, 1833.\n\n\nThis ballad celebrates a bold and masterly exploit of Sir Walter Scott\nof Branxholm, laird of Buccleuch, which is narrated as follows by a\ncontemporary, Archbishop Spotiswood:[309]\n\n\u201cThe Lord Scroop being then Warden of the West-Marches of England, and\nthe Laird of Bacleugh having the charge of Lidisdale, they sent their\ndeputies to keep a day of truce for redress of some ordinary matters.\nThe place of meeting was at the Dayholme of Kershop, where a small brook\ndivideth England from Scotland, and Lidisdale from Bawcastle. There met,\nas deputy for the Laird of Bacleugh, Robert Scott of Hayninge, and for\nthe Lord Scroop, a gentleman within the West-Wardenry called Mr Salkeld.\nThese two, after truce taken and proclaimed, as the custom was, by sound\nof trumpet, met friendly, and, upon mutual redress of such wrongs as\nwere then complained of, parted in good terms, each of them taking his\nway homewards. Meanwhile it happened one William Armstrong, commonly\ncalled Will of Kinmouth, to be in company with the Scottish deputy;\nagainst whom the English had a quarrel for many wrongs he had committed,\nas he was indeed a notorious thief. This man having taken his leave of\nthe Scots deputy, and riding down the river of Liddell on the Scottish\nside, towards his own house, was pursued by the English that espied him\nfrom the other side of the river, and after a chase of three or four\nmiles taken prisoner, and brought back to the English deputy, who\ncarried him away to the castle of Carlile.\n\n\u201cThe Laird of Bacleugh complaining of the breach of truce (which was\nalways taken from the time of meeting unto the next day at sun-rising)\nwrote to Mr Salkeld and craved redress. He excused himself by the\nabsence of the Lord Scroop. Whereupon Bacleugh sent to the Lord Scroop,\nand desired the prisoner might be set at liberty, without any bond or\ncondition, seeing he was unlawfully taken. Scroop answered that he could\ndo nothing in the matter, it having so happened, without a direction\nfrom the queen and council of England, considering the man was such a\nmalefactor. Bacleugh, loath to inform the king of what was done, lest it\nmight have bred some misliking betwixt the princes, dealt with Mr Bowes,\nthe resident ambassador of England, for the prisoner\u2019s liberty: who\nwrote very seriously to the Lord Scroop in that business, advising him\nto set the man free, and not to bring the matter to a farther hearing.\nBut no answer was returned; the matter thereupon was imparted to the\nking, and the queen of England solicited by letters to give direction\nfor his liberty; yet nothing was obtained. Which Bacleugh perceiving,\nand apprehending both the king, and himself as the king\u2019s officer, to be\ntouched in honor, he resolved to work the prisoner\u2019s relief by the best\nmeans he could.\n\n\u201cAnd upon intelligence that the castle of Carlile, wherein the prisoner\nwas kept, was surprisable, he employed some trusty persons to take a\nview of the postern-gate, and measure the height of the wall, which he\nmeant to scale by ladders; and if those failed, to break through the\nwall with some iron instruments, and force the gates. This done so\nclosely as he could, he drew together some two hundred horse, assigning\nthe place of meeting at the tower of Morton,[310] some ten miles from\nCarlile, an hour before sun-set. With this company passing the water of\nEsk about the falling, two hours before day he crossed Eden beneath\nCarlile bridge (the water through the rain that had fallen being thick),\nand came to the Sacery [Sacray], a plain under the castle. There making\na little halt at the side of a small bourn which they call Cadage\n[Caday, Caldew], he caused eighty of the company to light from their\nhorses, and take the ladders and other instruments which he had prepared\nwith them. He himself, accompanying them to the foot of the wall, caused\nthe ladders to be set to it; which proving too short, he gave order to\nuse the other instruments for opening the wall, nigh the postern, and\nfinding the business like to succeed, retired to the rest whom he had\nleft on horseback, for assuring those that entered upon the castle\nagainst any eruption from the town. With some little labor a breach was\nmade for single men to enter, and they who first went in brake open the\npostern for the rest. The watchmen and some few the noise awaked made a\nlittle restraint, but they were quickly repressed and taken captive.\nAfter which they passed to the chamber wherein the prisoner was kept,\nand having brought him forth, sounded a trumpet, which was a signal to\nthem without that the enterprise was performed. My Lord Scroop and Mr\nSalkeld were both within the house, and to them the prisoner cried a\ngood-night. The captives taken in the first encounter were brought to\nBacleugh, who presently returned them to their master, and would not\nsuffer any spoil, or booty, as they term it, to be carried away. He had\nstraightly forbidden to break open any door but that where the prisoner\nwas kept, though he might have made prey of all the goods within the\ncastle and taken the warden himself captive; for he would have it seen\nthat he did intend nothing but the reparation of his Majesty\u2019s honor. By\nthis time the prisoner was brought forth, the town had taken the alarm,\nthe drums were beating, the bells ringing, and a beacon put on the top\nof the castle to give warning to the country. Whereupon Bacleugh\ncommanded those that entered the castle, and the prisoner, to horse, and\nmarching again by the Sacery, made to the river at the Stony bank, on\nthe other side whereof certain were assembled to stop his passage; but\nhe, causing sound the trumpet, took the river, day being then broken;\nand they choosing to give him way, he retired in order through the\nGrahams of Esk (men at that time of great power and his unfriends) and\ncame back into Scottish ground two hours after sun-rising, and so\nhomewards. This fell out the thirteenth of April, 1596.\u201d (History of the\nChurch of Scotland, 1639, in the second edition, 1666, p. 413 ff.)\n\nLord Scroope, on the morning after, wrote thus to the Privy Council of\nEngland:\n\n\u201cYesternight, in the dead time thereof, Walter Scott of Hardinge and\nWalter Scott of Goldylands, the chief men about Buclughe, accompanied\nwith five hundred horsemen of Buclughe and Kinmont\u2019s friends, did come,\narmed and appointed with gavlocks and crows of iron, hand-picks, axes,\nand scaling-ladders, unto an outward corner of the base-court of this\ncastle, and to the postern-door of the same, which they undermined\nspeedily and quickly, and made themselves possessors of the base-court,\nbrake into the chamber where Will of Kinmont was, carried him away, and,\nin their discovery by the watch, left for dead two of the watchmen, hurt\na servant of mine, one of Kinmont\u2019s keepers, and were issued again out\nof the postern before they were descried by the watch of the inner ward,\nand ere resistance could be made. The watch, as it should seem, by\nreason of the stormy night, were either on sleep or gotten under some\ncovert to defend themselves from the violence of the weather, by means\nwhereof the Scots achieved their enterprise with less difficulty.... If\nBuclughe himself have been thereat in person, the captain of this proud\nattempt, as some of my servants tell me they heard his name called upon\n(the truth whereof I shall shortly advertise) then I humbly beseech that\nher Majesty may be pleased to send unto the king to call for and\neffectually to press his delivery, that he may receive punishment as her\nMajesty shall find that the quality of his offence shall demerit.\u201d[311]\nMS. of the State Paper Office, in Tytler\u2019s History, IX, 436.\n\nKinmont\u2019s rapacity made his very name proverbial. \u201cMas James Melvine, in\nurging reasons against subscribing the act of supremacy, in 1584, asks\nironically, Who shall take order with vice and wickedness? The court and\nbishops? As well as Martine Elliot and Will of Kinmont with stealing\nupon the borders!\u201d Scott, Minstrelsy, 1833, II, 46.\n\nAccordingly, when James was taking measures for bringing the refractory\nministers and citizens of Edinburgh into some proper subjection, at the\nend of the year 1596, a report that Kinmont Willie was to be let loose\nupon the city caused a lively consternation; \u201cbut too well grounded,\u201d\nsays Scott, \u201cconsidering what had happened in Stirling ten years before,\nwhen the Earl of Angus, attended by Home, Buccleuch, and other border\nchieftains, marched thither to remove the Earl of Arran from the king\u2019s\ncouncils: the town was miserably pillaged by the borderers, particularly\nby a party of Armstrongs, under this very Kinmont Willie, who not only\nmade prey of horses and cattle, but even of the very iron grating of the\nwindows.\u201d Minstrelsy, II, 45.\n\nThe ballad gives Buccleuch only forty men, and they are all of the name\nof Scott except Sir Gilbert Elliot of Stobs: st. 16. A partial list of\nthe men who forced the castle was obtained by Lord Scroope. It includes,\nas might be expected, not a few Armstrongs, and among them the laird of\nMangerton, Christy of Barngleish (son of Gilnockie), and four sons of\nKinmont Willie (he had at least seven); two Elliots, but not Sir\nGilbert; four Bells.[312] Scott of Satchells, in his History of the Name\nof Scott, 1688, makes Sir Gilbert Elliot one of the party, but may have\ntaken this name from the ballad. (Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1833, II, 43.)\nDick of Dryhope, 24, 25, was an Armstrong.[313] The ballad, again, after\ncutting down Buccleuch\u2019s men to thirty (st. 33) or forty (18, 19),\nassigns the very liberal garrison of a thousand to the castle, 33; the\nladders are long enough, Buccleuch mounts the first,[314] the castle is\nwon, and Kinmont Willie, in his irons, is borne down the ladder on Red\nRowan\u2019s[315] shoulders: all of which is as it should be in a ballad. And\nso with the death of the fause Sakelde, though not a life seems to have\nbeen lost in the whole course of the affair.\n\n\u201cThis ballad,\u201d says Scott, \u201cis preserved by tradition in the West\nBorders, but much mangled by reciters, so that some conjectural\nemendations have been absolutely necessary to render it intelligible. In\nparticular, the Eden has been substituted for the Esk [in 26^2], the\nlatter name being inconsistent with geography.\u201d It is to be suspected\nthat a great deal more emendation was done than the mangling of reciters\nrendered absolutely necessary. One would like, for example, to see\nstanzas 10\u201312 and 31 in their mangled condition.[316]\n\n1. William Armstrong, called Will of Kinmonth, lived in Morton Tower, a\nlittle above the Marchdike-foot. He appears, says Mr R. B. Armstrong, to\nhave been a son of Sandy, _alias_ Ill Will\u2019s Sandy. Haribee is the place\nof execution outside of Carlisle. 3. The Liddel-rack is a ford in that\nriver, which, for a few miles before it empties into the Esk, is the\nboundary of England and Scotland. 8. Branxholm, or Branksome, is three\nmiles southwest, and Stobs, 16, some four miles southeast, of Hawick.\n19. Woodhouselee was a house on the Scottish border, a little west of\nthe junction of the Esk and Liddel, \u201cbelonging to Buccleuch,\u201d says\nScott.\n\n\n 1\n O have ye na heard o the fause Sakelde?\n O have ye na heard o the keen Lord Scroop?\n How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,\n On Hairibee to hang him up?\n\n 2\n Had Willie had but twenty men,\n But twenty men as stout as he,\n Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont taen,\n Wi eight score in his companie.\n\n 3\n They band his legs beneath the steed,\n They tied his hands behind his back;\n They guarded him, fivesome on each side,\n And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.\n\n 4\n They led him thro the Liddel-rack,\n And also thro the Carlisle sands;\n They brought him to Carlisle castell,\n To be at my Lord Scroope\u2019s commands.\n\n 5\n \u2018My hands are tied, but my tongue is free,\n And whae will dare this deed avow?\n Or answer by the border law?\n Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!\n There\u2019s never a Scot shall set ye free;\n Before ye cross my castle-yate,\n I trow ye shall take farewell o me.\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Fear na ye that, my lord,\u2019 quo Willie;\n \u2018By the faith o my bodie, Lord Scroop,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018I never yet lodged in a hostelrie\n But I paid my lawing before I gaed.\u2019\n\n 8\n Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,\n In Branksome Ha where that he lay,\n That Lord Scroope has taen the Kinmont Willie,\n Between the hours of night and day.\n\n 9\n He has taen the table wi his hand,\n He garrd the red wine spring on hie;\n \u2018Now Christ\u2019s curse on my head,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018But avenged of Lord Scroop I\u2019ll be!\n\n 10\n \u2018O is my basnet a widow\u2019s curch?\n Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree?\n Or my arm a ladye\u2019s lilye hand?\n That an English lord should lightly me.\n\n 11\n \u2018And have they taen him Kinmont Willie,\n Against the truce of Border tide,\n And forgotten that the bauld Bacleuch\n Is keeper here on the Scottish side?\n\n 12\n \u2018And have they een taen him Kinmont Willie,\n Withouten either dread or fear,\n And forgotten that the bauld Bacleuch\n Can back a steed, or shake a spear?\n\n 13\n \u2018O were there war between the lands,\n As well I wot that there is none,\n I would slight Carlisle castell high,\n Tho it were builded of marble-stone.\n\n 14\n \u2018I would set that castell in a low,\n And sloken it with English blood;\n There\u2019s nevir a man in Cumberland\n Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.\n\n 15\n \u2018But since nae war\u2019s between the lands,\n And there is peace, and peace should be,\n I\u2019ll neither harm English lad or lass,\n And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!\u2019\n\n 16\n He has calld him forty marchmen bauld,\n I trow they were of his ain name,\n Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, calld\n The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.\n\n 17\n He has calld him forty marchmen bauld,\n Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch,\n With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,\n And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.\n\n 18\n There were five and five before them a\u2019,\n Wi hunting-horns and bugles bright;\n And five and five came wi Buccleuch,\n Like Warden\u2019s men, arrayed for fight.\n\n 19\n And five and five like a mason-gang,\n That carried the ladders lang and hie;\n And five and five like broken men;\n And so they reached the Woodhouselee.\n\n 20\n And as we crossd the Bateable Land,\n When to the English side we held,\n The first o men that we met wi,\n Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde!\n\n 21\n \u2018Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?\u2019\n Quo fause Sakelde; \u2018come tell to me!\u2019\n \u2018We go to hunt an English stag,\n Has trespassd on the Scots countrie.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018Where be ye gaun, ye marshal-men?\u2019\n Quo fause Sakelde; \u2018come tell me true!\u2019\n \u2018We go to catch a rank reiver,\n Has broken faith wi the bauld Buccleuch.\u2019\n\n 23\n \u2018Where are ye gaun, ye mason-lads,\n Wi a\u2019your ladders lang and hie?\u2019\n \u2018We gang to herry a corbie\u2019s nest,\n That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?\u2019\n Quo fause Sakelde; \u2018come tell to me!\u2019\n Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,\n And the nevir a word o lear had he.\n\n 25\n \u2018Why trespass ye on the English side?\n Row-footed outlaws, stand!\u2019 quo he;\n The neer a word had Dickie to say,\n Sae he thrust the lance thro his fause bodie.\n\n 26\n Then on we held for Carlisle toun,\n And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we crossd;\n The water was great, and meikle of spait,\n But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.\n\n 27\n And when we reachd the Staneshaw-bank,\n The wind was rising loud and hie;\n And there the laird garrd leave our steeds,\n For fear that they should stamp and nie.\n\n 28\n And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,\n The wind began full loud to blaw;\n But \u2019twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,\n When we came beneath the castel-wa.\n\n 29\n We crept on knees, and held our breath,\n Till we placed the ladders against the wa;\n And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell\n To mount the first before us a\u2019.\n\n 30\n He has taen the watchman by the throat,\n He flung him down upon the lead:\n \u2018Had there not been peace between our lands,\n Upon the other side thou hadst gaed.\n\n 31\n \u2018Now sound out, trumpets!\u2019 quo Buccleuch;\n \u2018Let\u2019s waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!\u2019\n Then loud the Warden\u2019s trumpets blew\n \u2018O whae dare meddle wi me?\u2019\n\n 32\n Then speedilie to wark we gaed,\n And raised the slogan ane and a\u2019,\n And cut a hole thro a sheet of lead,\n And so we wan to the castel-ha.\n\n 33\n They thought King James and a\u2019 his men\n Had won the house wi bow and speir;\n It was but twenty Scots and ten\n That put a thousand in sic a stear!\n\n 34\n Wi coulters and wi forehammers,\n We garrd the bars bang merrilie,\n Untill we came to the inner prison,\n Where Willie o Kinmont he did lie.\n\n 35\n And when we cam to the lower prison,\n Where Willie o Kinmont he did lie,\n \u2018O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,\n Upon the morn that thou\u2019s to die?\u2019\n\n 36\n \u2018O I sleep saft, and I wake aft,\n It\u2019s lang since sleeping was fleyd frae me;\n Gie my service back to my wyfe and bairns,\n And a\u2019gude fellows that speer for me.\u2019\n\n 37\n Then Red Rowan has hente him up,\n The starkest men in Teviotdale:\n \u2018Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,\n Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.\n\n 38\n \u2018Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope!\n My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!\u2019 he cried;\n \u2018I\u2019ll pay you for my lodging-maill\n When first we meet on the border-side.\u2019\n\n 39\n Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,\n We bore him down the ladder lang;\n At every stride Red Rowan made,\n I wot the Kinmont\u2019s airns playd clang.\n\n 40\n \u2018O mony a time,\u2019 quo Kinmont Willie,\n \u2018I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;\n But a rougher beast than Red Rowan\n I ween my legs have neer bestrode.\n\n 41\n \u2018And mony a time,\u2019 quo Kinmont Willie,\n \u2018I\u2019ve pricked a horse out oure the furs;\n But since the day I backed a steed\n I nevir wore sic cumbrous spurs.\u2019\n\n 42\n We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank,\n When a\u2019the Carlisle bells were rung,\n And a thousand men, in horse and foot,\n Cam wi the keen Lord Scroope along.\n\n 43\n Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water,\n Even where it flowd frae bank to brim,\n And he has plunged in wi a\u2019his band,\n And safely swam them thro the stream.\n\n 44\n He turned him on the other side,\n And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he:\n \u2018If ye like na my visit in merry England,\n In fair Scotland come visit me!\u2019\n\n 45\n All sore astonished stood Lord Scroope,\n He stood as still as rock of stane;\n He scarcely dared to trew his eyes\n When thro the water they had gane.\n\n 46\n \u2018He is either himsell a devil frae hell,\n Or else his mother a witch maun be;\n I wad na have ridden that wan water\n For a\u2019the gowd in Christentie.\u2019\n\n\n\n\n 187\n\n JOCK O THE SIDE\n\n #A.# \u2018John a Side,\u2019 Percy MS., p. 254; Hales and Furnivall, II, 203.\n\n #B.# \u2018Jock o the Side.\u2019 #a.# Caw\u2019s Poetical Museum, 1784, p. 145. #b.#\n Campbell, Albyn\u2019s Anthology, II, 28, 1818.\n\n #C.# \u2018John o the Side,\u2019 Percy Papers, as collected from the memory of\n an old person in 1775.\n\n #D.# Percy Papers, fragment from recitation, 1774.\n\n\nThe copy in Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1802, I, 154, 1833, II, 76, is #B b#,\nwith the insertion of three stanzas (6, 7, 23) from #B a#. Neither\nCampbell nor Scott has the last stanza of #B a#. Campbell says, in a\nnote to his copy: The melody and particularly the words of this\nLiddesdale song were taken down by the editor from the singing and\nrecitation of Mr Thomas Shortreed, who learnt it from his father. As to\nthe words (except in the omission of four stanzas), #b# does not differ\nsignificantly from #a#, and it may, with little hesitation, be said to\nhave been derived from #a#. Campbell seems to have given this copy to\nScott, who published it sixteen years before it appeared in the\nAnthology, with the addition already mentioned.[317] The copy in the\nCampbell MSS, I, 220, is #B a#.\n\nThe earliest appearance of John o the Side is, perhaps, in the list of\nthe marauders against whom complaint was made to the Bishop of Carlisle\n\u201cpresently after\u201d Queen Mary Stuart\u2019s departure for France; not far,\ntherefore, from 1550: \u201cJohn of the Side (Gleed John).\u201d\n\nMr R. B. Armstrong has printed two bonds in which John Armstrong of the\nSyde is a party, with others, of the date 1562 and 1563. History of\nLiddesdale, etc., Appendix, pp ciii, civ, Nos LXV, LXVI.\n\nThe earls of Northumberland and Westmoreland, after the failure of the\nRising in the North, fled first to Liddesdale, and thence \u201cto one of the\nArmstrongs,\u201d in the Debateable Land. The Liddesdale men stole the\nCountess of Northumberland\u2019s horses, and the earls, continuing their\nflight, left her \u201con foot, at John of the Syde\u2019s house, a cottage not to\nbe compared to any dog-kennel in England.\u201d At his departing, \u201cmy lord of\nWestmoreland changed his coat of plate and sword with John of the Syde,\nto be the more unknown:\u201d Sussex to Cecil, December 22, 1569, printed in\nSharp\u2019s Memorials of the Rebellion, p. 114 f.\n\nJohn is nephew to the laird of Mangerton in #B# 1, 3, 4, #C# 1, 3, and\ntherefore cousin to the Laird\u2019s Jock and the Laird\u2019s Wat:[318] but this\ndoes not appear in #A#.\n\nSir Richard Maitland commemorates both John of the Syde and the Laird\u2019s\nJock in his verses on the thieves of Liddesdale:\n\n He is weill kend, Johne of Syde,\n A greater theife did never ryd:\n He never tyres\n For to brek byres,\n Our muire and myres our guid ane gyde.\n\n (MS., fol. 4, back, line 13.)\n\nAn Archie Armstrang in Syde is complained of, with others, in 1596, for\nburning eleven houses (Register of the Privy Council of Scotland, V,\n294), and Christie of the Syde is \u201cmentioned in the list of border\nclans, 1597\u201d (Scott).\n\nIn Blaeu\u2019s map of Liddesdale, \u201cSyid\u201d is on the right bank of the Liddel,\nnearly opposite Mangerton, but a little higher up the stream.\n\n#A.# John a Side has been taken in a raid[319] and carried prisoner to\nNewcastle. Sybill o the Side (his mother, 20) runs by the water with the\nnews to Mangerton, where lords and ladies are ready to sell all their\ncattle and sheep for John\u2019s ransom. But Hobby Noble says that with five\nmen he would fetch John back. The laird offers five thousand, but Hobby\nwill take only five. They will not go like men of war, but like poor\ncorn-dealers, and their steeds must be barefoot. When they come to\nChollerton, on the Tyne, the water is up. Hobby asks an old man the way\nover the ford. The old man in threescore years and three has never seen\nhorse go over except a horse of tree; meaning, we may suppose, a\nfoot-bridge. In spite of the old man they find a way where they can\ncross in pairs. In Howbram wood they cut a tree of three-and-thirty\nfoot, and with help of this, or without it, they climb to the top of the\ncastle, where John is making his farewells to his mother, the lord of\nMangerton, Much the Miller\u2019s son, and \u201cLord Clough.\u201d Hobby Noble calls\nto John to say that he has come to loose him;[320] John fears that it\nwill not be done. Two men keep the horses, and four break the outer door\n(John himself breaking five doors within) and come to the iron door. The\nbell strikes twelve. Much the Miller fears they will be taken, and even\nJohn despairs of success. Hobby is not daunted; he files down the iron\ndoor and takes John out. John in his bolts can neither sit nor stride;\nHobby ties the chains to John\u2019s feet, and says John rides like a bride.\nAs they go through Howbram town John\u2019s horse stumbles, and Much is again\nin a panic, which seems to show that John\u2019s commendation of him in 22\napplies rather to his capacity as a thief than to his mettle. In Howbram\nwood they file off John\u2019s bolts at the feet. Now, says Hobby, leap over\na horse! and John leaps over five. They have no difficulty in fording\nthe Tyne on their return, and bring John home to Mangerton without\nfurther trouble.\n\nIt is Hobby Noble, then, that looses John in #A#, as he is said to have\ndone in his own ballad, st. 27; but in #B#, #C# the Laird\u2019s Jock takes\nthe lead, and Hobie plays a subordinate part. The Laird\u2019s Wat replaces\nthe faint-hearted Much (who, however, is again found in the fragment\n#D#); Sybil of the Side becomes Downie (in #D# Dinah); the liberating\nparty is but three instead of six.\n\nThe laird in #B# orders the horses to be shod the wrong way,[321]\nwhereas in #A# the shoes were taken off; and the party must not seem to\nbe gentlemen, Heaven save the mark! but look like corn-cadgers, as in\n#A#. At Cholerford they cut a tree with fifteen nags, #B# 11, #C# with\nfifty nags, on each side, #D# twenty snags, and three long ones on the\ntop; but when they come to Newcastle it proves to be too short, as the\nladders are in the historical account of the release of Kinmont Willie.\nThe Laird\u2019s Jock says they must force the gate. A proud porter\nwithstands them; they wring his neck, and take his keys, #B# 13, 14, #C#\n10 (cf. No 116, st. 65, No 119, 70, 71, and III, 95 note [86]). When\nthey come to the jail, they let Jock know that they mean to free him; he\nis hopeless; the day is come he is to die; fifteen stone of iron (fifty,\n#C#) is laid on him. Work thou within and we without, says the Laird\u2019s\nJock. One door they open and one they break. The Laird\u2019s Jock gets John\no the Side on his back and takes him down the stair, declining help from\nHobie. They put the prisoner on a horse, with the same jest as before;\nthe night is wet, as it was when Kinmont Willie was loosed, but they hie\non merrily. They had no trouble in crossing the Tyne when they were\ncoming, but now it is running like a sea. The old man had never seen it\nso big; the Laird Wat says they are all dead men. Set the prisoner on\nbehind me, cries the gallant Laird\u2019s Jock, and they all swim through.\nHardly have they won the other side when twenty Englishmen who are\npursuing them reach the river. The land-sergeant says that the water\nwill not ride, and calls to them to throw him the irons; they may have\nthe rogue. The Laird\u2019s Jock answers that he will keep the irons to shoe\nhis grey mare.[322] They bring John to Liddesdale, and there they free\nhim of his irons, #B#. Now, John, they say, \u2018the day was come thou wast\nto die;\u2019 but thou\u2019rt as well at thy own fireside.\n\nIn #D# 5 they cut their mares\u2019 tails before starting, and never stop\nrunning till they come to Hathery Haugh. Tyne is running like a sea when\nthey come to Chollerton, on their way to the rescue, as in #A#. They cut\ntheir tree in Swinburn wood. When they are to re-cross the river, Much\nsays his mare is young and will not swim; the Laird\u2019s Jock (?) says,\nTake thou mine, and I\u2019ll take thine.\n\nThe ballad is one of the best in the world, and enough to make a\nhorse-trooper of any young borderer, had he lacked the impulse. In\ndeference to history, it is put after Kinmont Willie, for it may be a\nfree version of his story.\n\n\n A\n\n Percy MS., p. 254; Hales and Furnivall, II, 203.\n\n * * * * *\n\n 1\n Peeter a Whifeild he hath slaine,\n And Iohn a Side, he is tane,\n And Iohn is bound both hand and foote,\n And to the New-castle he is gone.\n\n 2\n But tydinges came to the Sybill o the Side,\n By the water-side as shee rann;\n Shee tooke her kirtle by the hem,\n And fast shee runn to Mangerton.\n\n 3\n . . . . . . . .\n The lord was sett downe at his meate;\n When these tydings shee did him tell,\n Neu_er_ a morsell might he eate.\n\n 4\n But lords, the wrunge their fingars white,\n Ladyes did pull themselues by the haire,\n Crying, Alas and weladay!\n For Iohn o the Side wee shall neu_er_ see more.\n\n 5\n \u2018But wee\u2019le goe sell our droues of kine,\n And after them our oxen sell,\n And after them our troopes of sheepe,\n But wee will loose him out of the New Castell.\u2019\n\n 6\n But then bespake him Hobby Noble,\n And spoke these words wonderous hye;\n Sayes, Giue me fiue men to my selfe,\n And I\u2019le feitch Iohn o the Side to thee.\n\n 7\n \u2018Yea, thou\u2019st haue fiue, Hobby Noble,\n Of the best _tha_t are in this countrye;\n I\u2019le giue thee fiue thousand, Hobby Noble,\n _Tha_t walke in Tyuidale trulye.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Nay, I\u2019le haue but fiue,\u2019 saies Hobby Noble,\n \u2018_Tha_t shall walke away w_i_th mee;\n Wee will ryde like noe men of warr;\n But like poore badgers wee wilbe.\u2019\n\n 9\n They stuffet vp all their baggs w_i_th straw,\n And their steeds barefoot must bee;\n \u2018Come on, my bretheren,\u2019 sayes Hobby Noble,\n \u2018Come on yo_u_r wayes, and goe w_i_th mee.\u2019\n\n 10\n And when they came to Culerton ford,\n The water was vp, they cold it not goe;\n And then they were ware of a good old man,\n How his boy and hee were at the plowe.\n\n 11\n \u2018But stand you still,\u2019 sayes Hobby Noble,\n \u2018Stand you still heere at this shore,\n And I will ryde to yonder old man,\n And see w[h]ere the gate it lyes ore.\n\n 12\n \u2018But Christ you saue, father!\u2019 q_uo_th hee,\n \u2018Crist both you saue and see!\n Where is the way ou_er_ this fford?\n For Christ\u2019s sake tell itt mee!\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018But I haue dwelled heere three score yeere,\n Soe haue I done three score and three;\n I neu_er_ sawe man nor horsse goe ore,\n Except itt were a horse of tree.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018But fare thou well, thou good old man!\n The devill in hell I leave w_i_th thee,\n Noe better comfort heere this night\n Thow giues my bretheren heere and me.\u2019\n\n 15\n But when he came to his brether againe,\n And told this tydings full of woe,\n And then they found a well good gate\n They might ryde ore by two and two.\n\n 16\n And when they were come ou_er_ the fforde,\n All safe gotten att the last,\n \u2018Thankes be to God!\u2019 sayes Hobby Nobble,\n \u2018The worst of our perill is past.\u2019\n\n 17\n And then they came into Howbrame wood,\n And there then they found a tree,\n And cutt itt downe then by the roote;\n The lenght was thirty ffoote and three.\n\n 18\n And four of them did take the planke,\n As light as it had beene a fflee,\n And carryed itt to the New Castle,\n Where as Iohn a Side did lye.\n\n 19\n And some did climbe vp by the walls,\n And some did climbe vp by the tree,\n Vntill they came vpp to the top of the castle,\n Where Iohn made his moane trulye.\n\n 20\n He sayd, God be w_i_th thee, Sybill o the Side!\n My owne mother thou art, q_uo_th hee;\n If thou knew this night I were here,\n A woe woman then woldest thou bee.\n\n 21\n And fare you well, Lo_rd_ Mangerton!\n And eu_er_ I say God be w_i_th thee!\n For if you knew this night I were heere,\n You wold sell your land for to loose mee.\n\n 22\n And fare thou well, Much, Millers sonne!\n Much, Millars sonne, I say;\n Thou has beene better att merke midnight\n Then eu_er_ thou was att noone o the day.\n\n 23\n And fare thou well, my good Lord Clough!\n Thou art thy ffathers sonne and heire;\n Thou neu_er_ saw him in all thy liffe\n But w_i_th him durst thou breake a speare.\n\n 24\n \u2018Wee are brothers childer nine or ten,\n And sisters children ten or eleven.\n We neu_er_ came to the feild to fight,\n But the worst of us was counted a man.\u2019\n\n 25\n But then bespake him Hoby Noble,\n And spake these words vnto him;\n Saies, Sleepest thou, wakest thou, Iohn o the Side,\n Or art thou this castle w_i_thin?\n\n 26\n \u2018But who is there,\u2019 q_uo_th Iohn oth Side,\n \u2018_Tha_t knowes my name soe right and free?\u2019\n \u2018I am a bastard-brother of thine;\n This night I am comen for to loose thee.\u2019\n\n 27\n \u2018Now nay, now nay,\u2019 q_uo_th Iohn o the Side;\n \u2018Itt ffeares me sore _tha_t will not bee;\n Ffor a pecke of gold and silver,\u2019 Iohn sayd,\n \u2018In faith this night will not loose mee.\u2019\n\n 28\n But then bespake him Hobby Noble,\n And till his brother thus sayd hee;\n Sayes, Four shall take this matter in hand,\n And two shall tent our geldings ffree.\n\n 29\n Four did breake one dore w_i_thout,\n Then Iohn brake fiue himsell;\n But when they came to the iron dore,\n It smote twelue vpon the bell.\n\n 30\n \u2018Itt ffeares me sore,\u2019 sayd Much, the Miller,\n \u2018_Tha_t heere taken wee all shalbee;\u2019\n \u2018But goe away, bretheren,\u2019 sayd Iohn a Side,\n \u2018For eu_er_ alas! this will not bee.\u2019\n\n 31\n \u2018But ffye vpon thee!\u2019 sayd Hobby Noble;\n \u2018Much, the Miller, fye vpon thee!\n \u2018It sore feares me,\u2019 said Hobby Noble,\n \u2018Man _tha_t thou wilt neu_er_ bee.\u2019\n\n 32\n But then he had Fflanders files two or three,\n And hee fyled downe _tha_t iron dore,\n And tooke Iohn out of the New Castle,\n And sayd, Looke thou neu_er_ come heere more!\n\n 33\n When he had him fforth of the New Castle,\n \u2018Away w_i_th me, Iohn, thou shalt ryde:\u2019\n But eu_er_ alas! itt cold not bee;\n For Iohn cold neither sitt nor stryde.\n\n 34\n But then he had sheets two or three,\n And bound Iohns boults fast to his ffeete,\n And sett him on a well good steede,\n Himselfe on another by him seete.\n\n 35\n Then Hobby Noble smiled and loug[h]e,\n And spoke these worde in mickle pryde:\n Thou sitts soe finely on thy geldinge\n _Tha_t, Iohn, thou rydes like a bryde.\n\n 36\n And when they came thorrow Howbrame towne,\n Iohns horsse there stumbled at a stone;\n \u2018Out and alas!\u2019 cryed Much, the Miller,\n \u2018Iohn, thou\u2019le make vs all be tane.\u2019\n\n 37\n \u2018But fye vpon thee!\u2019 saies Hobby Noble,\n \u2018Much, the Millar, fye on thee!\n I know full well,\u2019 sayes Hobby Noble,\n \u2018Man _tha_t thou wilt neu_er_ bee.\u2019\n\n 38\n And when the came into Howbrame wood,\n He had Fflanders files two or three\n To file Iohns bolts beside his ffeete,\n _Tha_t hee might ryde more easilye.\n\n 39\n Sayes, \u2018Iohn, now leape ou_er_ a steede!\u2019\n And Iohn then hee lope ou_er_ fiue:\n \u2018I know well,\u2019 sayes Hobby Noble,\n \u2018Iohn, thy ffellow is not aliue.\u2019\n\n 40\n Then he brought him home to Mangerton;\n The lo_rd_ then he was att his meate;\n But when Iohn o the Side he there did see,\n For faine hee cold noe more eate.\n\n 41\n He sayes, Blest be thou, Hobby Noble,\n _Tha_t euer thou wast man borne!\n Thou hast feitched vs home good Iohn oth Side,\n _Tha_t was now cleane ffrom vs gone.\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Caw\u2019s Poetical Museum, 1784, p. 145; \u201cfrom an old manuscript\n copy.\u201d #b.# Campbell\u2019s Albyn\u2019s Anthology, II, 28; \u201ctaken down from\n the recitation of Mr Thomas Shortreed,\u201d of Jedburgh, \u201cwho learnt it\n from his father.\u201d\n\n 1\n \u2018Now Liddisdale has ridden a raid,\n But I wat they had better staid at hame;\n For Mitchel o Winfield he is dead,\n And my son Johnie is prisner tane.\u2019\n With my fa ding diddle, la la dow diddle.\n\n 2\n For Mangerton House auld Downie is gane;\n Her coats she has kilted up to her knee,\n And down the water wi speed she rins,\n While tears in spaits fa fast frae her eie.\n\n 3\n Then up and bespake the lord Mangerton:\n \u2018What news, what news, sister Downie, to me?\u2019\n \u2018Bad news, bad news, my lord Mangerton;\n Mitchel is killd, and tane they hae my son Johnie.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018Neer fear, sister Downie,\u2019 quo Mangerton;\n \u2018I hae yokes of oxen four and twentie,\n My barns, my byres, and my faulds, a\u2019weel filld,\n And I\u2019ll part wi them a\u2019ere Johnie shall die.\n\n 5\n \u2018Three men I\u2019ll take to set him free,\n Weel harnessd a\u2019wi best o steel;\n The English rogues may hear, and drie\n The weight o their braid swords to feel.\n\n 6\n \u2018The Laird\u2019s Jock ane, the Laird\u2019s Wat twa,\n Oh, Hobie Noble, thou ane maun be;\n Thy coat is blue, thou has been true,\n Since England banishd thee, to me.\u2019\n\n 7\n Now Hobie was an English man,\n In Bewcastle-dale was bred and born;\n But his misdeeds they were sae great,\n They banishd him neer to return.\n\n 8\n Lord Mangerton them orders gave,\n \u2018Your horses the wrang way maun a\u2019 be shod;\n Like gentlemen ye must not seem,\n But look like corn-caugers gawn ae road.\n\n 9\n \u2018Your armour gude ye maunna shaw,\n Nor ance appear like men o weir;\n As country lads be all arrayd,\n Wi branks and brecham on ilk mare.\u2019\n\n 10\n Sae now a\u2019their horses are shod the wrang way,\n And Hobie has mounted his grey sae fine,\n Jock his lively bay, Wat\u2019s on his white horse behind,\n And on they rode for the water o Tyne.\n\n 11\n At the Choler-ford they a\u2019light down,\n And there, wi the help o the light o the moon,\n A tree they cut, wi fifteen naggs upo ilk side,\n To climb up the wa o Newcastle town.\n\n 12\n But when they cam to Newcastle town,\n And were alighted at the wa,\n They fand their tree three ells oer laigh,\n They fand their stick baith short and sma.\n\n 13\n Then up and spake the Laird\u2019s ain Jock,\n \u2018There\u2019s naething for\u2019t, the gates we maun force;\u2019\n But when they cam the gates unto,\n A proud porter withstood baith men and horse.\n\n 14\n His neck in twa I wat they hae wrung,\n Wi hand or foot he neer playd paw;\n His life and his keys at anes they hae tane,\n And cast his body ahind the wa.\n\n 15\n Now soon they reach Newcastle jail,\n And to the prisner thus they call:\n \u2018Sleips thou, wakes thou, Jock o the Side?\n Or is thou wearied o thy thrall?\u2019\n\n 16\n Jock answers thus, wi dolefu tone:\n Aft, aft I wake, I seldom sleip;\n But wha\u2019s this kens my name sae weel,\n And thus to hear my waes do[es] seik?\n\n 17\n Then up and spake the good Laird\u2019s Jock,\n \u2018Neer fear ye now, my billie,\u2019 quo he;\n \u2018For here\u2019s the Laird\u2019s Jock, the Laird\u2019s Wat,\n And Hobie Noble, come to set thee free.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018Oh, had thy tongue, and speak nae mair,\n And o thy tawk now let me be!\n For if a\u2019Liddisdale were here the night,\n The morn\u2019s the day that I maun die.\n\n 19\n \u2018Full fifteen stane o Spanish iron\n They hae laid a\u2019right sair on me;\n Wi locks and keys I am fast bound\n Into this dungeon mirk and drearie.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018Fear ye no that,\u2019 quo the Laird\u2019s Jock;\n \u2018A faint heart neer wan a fair ladie;\n Work thou within, we\u2019ll work without,\n And I\u2019ll be bound we set thee free.\u2019\n\n 21\n The first strong dore that they came at,\n They loosed it without a key;\n The next chaind dore that they cam at,\n They gard it a\u2019in flinders flee.\n\n 22\n The prisner now, upo his back,\n The Laird\u2019s Jock\u2019s gotten up fu hie;\n And down the stair him, irons and a\u2019,\n Wi nae sma speed and joy brings he.\n\n 23\n \u2018Now, Jock, I wat,\u2019 quo Hobie Noble,\n \u2018Part o the weight ye may lay on me;\u2019\n \u2018I wat weel no,\u2019 quo the Laird\u2019s Jock,\n \u2018I count him lighter than a flee.\u2019\n\n 24\n Sae out at the gates they a\u2019 are gane,\n The prisner\u2019s set on horseback hie;\n And now wi speed they\u2019ve tane the gate,\n While ilk ane jokes fu wantonlie.\n\n 25\n \u2018O Jock, sae winsomely\u2019s ye ride,\n Wi baith your feet upo ae side!\n Sae weel\u2019s ye\u2019re harnessd, and sae trig!\n In troth ye sit like ony bride.\u2019\n\n 26\n The night, tho wat, they didna mind,\n But hied them on fu mirrilie,\n Until they cam to Cholerford brae,\n Where the water ran like mountains hie.\n\n 27\n But when they came to Cholerford,\n There they met with an auld man;\n Says, Honest man, will the water ride?\n Tell us in haste, if that ye can.\n\n 28\n \u2018I wat weel no,\u2019 quo the good auld man;\n \u2018Here I hae livd this threty yeirs and three,\n And I neer yet saw the Tyne sae big,\n Nor rinning ance sae like a sea.\u2019\n\n 29 Then up and spake the Laird\u2019s saft Wat,\n The greatest coward in the company;\n \u2018Now halt, now halt, we needna try\u2019t;\n The day is comd we a\u2019maun die!\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018Poor faint-hearted thief!\u2019 quo the Laird\u2019s Jock,\n \u2018There\u2019ll nae man die but he that\u2019s fie;\n I\u2019ll lead ye a\u2019right safely through;\n Lift ye the prisner on ahint me.\u2019\n\n 31\n Sae now the water they a\u2019hae tane,\n By anes and twas they a\u2019swam through;\n \u2018Here are we a\u2019safe,\u2019 says the Laird\u2019s Jock,\n \u2018And, poor faint Wat, what think ye now?\u2019\n\n 32\n They scarce the ither side had won,\n When twenty men they saw pursue;\n Frae Newcastle town they had been sent,\n A\u2019English lads, right good and true.\n\n 33\n But when the land-sergeant the water saw,\n \u2018It winna ride, my lads,\u2019 quo he;\n Then out he cries, Ye the prisner may take,\n But leave the irons, I pray, to me.\n\n 34\n \u2018I wat weel no,\u2019 cryd the Laird\u2019s Jock,\n \u2018I\u2019ll keep them a\u2019, shoon to my mare they\u2019ll be;\n My good grey mare, for I am sure.\n She\u2019s bought them a\u2019 fu dear frae thee.\u2019\n\n 35\n Sae now they\u2019re away for Liddisdale,\n Een as fast as they coud them hie;\n The prisner\u2019s brought to his ain fire-side,\n And there o\u2019s aims they make him free.\n\n 36\n \u2018Now, Jock, my billie,\u2019 quo a\u2019the three,\n \u2018The day was comd thou was to die;\n But thou\u2019s as weel at thy ain fire-side,\n Now sitting, I think, tween thee and me.\u2019\n\n 37\n They hae gard fill up ae punch-bowl,\n And after it they maun hae anither,\n And thus the night they a\u2019hae spent,\n Just as they had been brither and brither.\n\n\n C\n\n Percy Papers. \u201cThe imperfect copy sent me from Keelder, as collected\n from the memory of an old person by Mr William Hadley, in 1775.\u201d\n\n 1\n \u2018Now Liddisdale has ridden a rade,\n But I wat they had a better staid at home;\n For Michel of Windfield he is slain,\n And my son Jonny, they have him tane.\u2019\n With my fa dow diddle, lal la dow didle\n\n 2\n Now Downy\u2019s down the water gone,\n With all her cots unto her arms,\n And she gave never over swift running\n Untill she came to Mengertown.\n\n 3\n Up spack Lord Mengertown and says,\n What news, what news now, sister Downy? what news hast thou to me?\n \u2018Bad news, bad news, Lord Mengertown,\n For Michal of Windfield he is slain, and my son Jonny they have him\n tain.\u2019\n\n 4\n Up speaks Lord Mengertown and says, I have four and twenty yoke of\n oxen,\n And four and twenty good milk-ky,\n And three times as mony sheep,\n And I\u2019ll gie them a\u2019before my son Jonny die.\n\n 5\n I will tak three men unto myself;\n The Laird\u2019s Jack he shall be ane,\n The Laird\u2019s Wat another,\n For, Hobbie Noble, thow must be ane.\n\n 6\n . . . . . . . .\n . . thy cot is of the blue;\n For ever since thou cam to Liddisdale\n To Mengertown thou hast been true.\n\n 7\n Now Hobbie hath mounted his frienged gray,\n And the Laird\u2019s Jack his lively bey,\n And Watt with the ald horse behind,\n And they are away as fast as they can ride.\n\n 8\n Till they are come to the Cholar foord,\n And there they lighted down;\n And there they cut a tree with fifty nags upo each side,\n For to clim Newcastle wall.\n\n 9\n And when they came there . . .\n It wad not reach by ellish three;\n \u2018There\u2019s nothing for\u2019t,\u2019 says the Laird\u2019s Jack,\n \u2018But forceing o New Castle gate.\u2019\n\n 10\n And when they came there,\n There was a proud porter standing,\n And I wat they were obliged to wring his neck in twa.\n\n 11\n Now they are come to New Castle gile:\n Says they, Sleep thou, wakes thou, John o the Side?\n\n 12\n Says he, Whiles I wake, but seldom sleep;\n Who is there that knows my name so well?\n\n 13\n Up speaks the Laird\u2019s Jack and says,\n . . . . . . . .\n Here is Jack and Watt and Hobby Noble,\n Come this night to set thee free.\n\n 14\n Up speaks John of the Side and says,\n O hold thy tongue now, billy, and of thy talk now let me be;\n For if a\u2019Liddisdale were here this night,\n The morn is the day that I must die.\n\n 15\n For their is fifty stone of Spanish iron\n Laid on me fast wee lock and key,\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 16\n Then up speaks the Laird\u2019s Jack and says,\n A faint heart neer wan a fair lady;\n Work thou within and we without,\n And this night we\u2019el set the free.\n\n 17\n The first door that they came at\n They lowsed without either lock or key,\n . . . . . . . .\n And the next they brock in flinders three.\n\n 18\n Till now Jack has got the prisner on his back,\n And down the tolbooth stair came he;\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 19\n Up spack Hobby Noble and says,\n O man, I think thou may lay some weight o the prisner upo me;\n \u2018I wat weel no,\u2019 says the Laird\u2019s Jack,\n \u2018For I do not count him as havy as ane poor flee.\u2019\n\n 20\n So now they have set him upo horse back,\n And says, O now so winsomly as thou dost ride,\n Just like a bride, wee beth thy feet\n Unto a side.\n\n 21\n Now they are away wee him as fast as they can heye,\n Till they are come to the Cholar foord brae head;\n And they met an ald man,\n And says, Will the water ride?\n\n 22\n \u2018I wat well no,\u2019 says the ald man,\n \u2018For I have lived here this thirty years and three,\n . . . . . . . .\n And I think I never saw Tyne running so like a sea.\u2019\n\n 23\n Up speaks the Laird\u2019s Watt and says\u2014\n The greatest coward of the companie\u2014\n . . . . . . . .\n \u2018Now, dear billies, the day is come that we must a\u2019die.\u2019\n\n 24\n Up speaks the Laird\u2019s Jack and says, Poor cowardly thief,\n They will never one die but him that\u2019s fee;\n . . . . . . . .\n Set the prisner on behind me.\n\n 25\n So they have tain the water by ane and two,\n Till they have got safe swumd through.\n\n 26\n Be they wan safe a\u2019through,\n There were twenty men pursueing them from New Castle town.\n\n 27\n Up speaks the land-sergant and says,\n If you be gone with the rog, cast me my irons.\n\n 28\n \u2018I wat weel no,\u2019 says the Laird\u2019s Jack,\n \u2018For I will keep them to shew my good grey mere;\n . . . . . . . .\n For I am sure she has bought them dear.\u2019\n\n 29\n \u2018Good sooth,\u2019 says the Laird\u2019s Jack,\n \u2018The worst perel is now past.\u2019\n\n 30\n So now they have set him upo hoseback,\n And away as fast as they could hye,\n Till they brought him into Liddisdale,\n And now they have set him down at his own fireside.\n\n 31\n And says, now John,\n The day was come that thou was to die,\n But thou is full as weel sitting at thy own fireside.\n . . . . . . . .\n\n 32\n And now they are falln to drink,\n And they drank a whole week one day after another,\n And if they be not given over,\n They are all drinking on yet.\n\n\n D\n\n Percy Papers. \u201cThese are scraps of the old song repeated to me by Mr\n Leadbeater, from the neighborhood of Hexham, 1774.\u201d\n\n 1\n Liddisdaill has ridden a raid,\n But they had better ha staid at hame;\n For Michael a Wingfield he is slain,\n And Jock o the Side they hae taen.\n\n 2\n Dinah\u2019s down the water gane,\n Wi a\u2019her coats untill her knes,\n . . . . . . . .\n To Mangerton came she.\n\n 3\n . . . . . . . . .\n How now? how now? What\u2019s your will wi me?\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 4\n To the New Castle h[e] is gane.\n\n 5\n They have cuttin their yad\u2019s tailes,\n They\u2019ve cut them a little abune the hough,\n And they nevir gave oer s....d running\n Till they came to Hathery Haugh.\n\n 6\n And when they came to Chollerton ford\n Tyne was mair running like a sea.\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 7\n And when they came to Swinburne wood,\n Quickly they ha fellen a tree;\n Twenty snags on either side,\n And on the top it had lang three.\n\n 8\n \u2018My mare is young, she wul na swim,\u2019\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 9\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018Now Mudge the Miller, fie on thee!\n Tak thou mine, and I\u2019ll tak thine,\n And the deel hang down thy yad and thee.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n 1^1. whifeild: _the first_ i _may be_ t: _Furnivall._\n\n 6^3, 7^1, 8^1. 5.\n\n 7^3. 5000.\n\n 13^1, 13^2. 3.\n\n 13^4. 3: _Percy queries_, tree?\n\n 15^4. 2 and 2.\n\n 17^4. 30: 3.\n\n 18^1. 4.\n\n 19^2. by. _MS. eaten through by ink: Furnivall._\n\n 20^3. knight _for_ night.\n\n 24^1. 9: or: 10:.\n\n 24^2. 10: or: 11:. _The first and the second line might be\n transposed to the advantage of the rhyme._\n\n 25^1. hobynoble.\n\n 27^4. infaith.\n\n 28^3. 4.\n\n 28^4. 2.\n\n 29^1. for 4.\n\n 29^2. 5.\n\n 29^4. 12.\n\n 32^1, 34^1, 38^2. 2 or 3.\n\n 39^2. 5.\n\n#B. a.#\n\n 13^2. wi\u2019maun.\n\n 16^4. do seik (==dos seik).\n\n 34^3. grey mare, _but_ bay _in 10^3. #b# has bay in both._\n\n#b.#\n\n _Burden after the first and the fourth line_:\n Wi my fa ding diddle, lal low dow diddle.\n\n 1^2. hae staid.\n\n 1^3, 3^4. Michael.\n\n 1^4. And Jock o the Side.\n\n 2^1. Lady Downie has.\n\n 2^4. the _wanting_.\n\n 3^1. and spoke our gude auld lord.\n\n 3^4. and they hae taen.\n\n 4^2. ousen eighty and three.\n\n 5^1. I\u2019ll send.\n\n 5^2. A\u2019harneist wi the.\n\n 5^3. louns _for_ rogues.\n\n 6, 7 _wanting._\n\n 8^1. then _for_ them.\n\n 8^2. maun be.\n\n 8^3. ye mauna.\n\n 8^4. the road.\n\n 9^1. you.\n\n 9^2. yet _for_ ance.\n\n 9^4. on each.\n\n 10^1. a\u2019 _wanting_: the wrang way shod.\n\n 10^3. Jock\u2019s on his.\n\n 11^3. nogs on each.\n\n 13^3. the gate untill.\n\n 14^1. twa the Armstrangs wrang.\n\n 14^2. Wi fute or hand.\n\n 14^4. cast the.\n\n 15^4. Art thou weary.\n\n 16^4. to mese my waes does.\n\n 17^1. out and.\n\n 17^2. Now fear ye na.\n\n 17^3. here are.\n\n 18^1. Now haud thy tongue, my gude Laird\u2019s Jock.\n\n 18^2. For ever alas this canna be.\n\n 18^3. was.\n\n 19^4. dark and.\n\n 20^4. be sworn we\u2019ll.\n\n 21^4. a\u2019 to.\n\n 22^2. Jock has.\n\n 23 _wanting._\n\n 28^2. I hae lived here threty.\n\n 29^1. out and.\n\n 29^4. come.\n\n 30^1. cried the Laird\u2019s ane Jock.\n\n 30^2. but him.\n\n 30^3. I\u2019ll guide thee.\n\n 31^1. Wi that: they hae.\n\n 31^3. quo the.\n\n 32^1. the other brae.\n\n 32^4. lads baith stout.\n\n 33^2. says he.\n\n 33^3. Then cried aloud, The prisoner take.\n\n 33^4. the fetters.\n\n 34^1. quo the.\n\n 34^3. bay mare.\n\n 34^4. She has: right dear.\n\n 35^1. are onto.\n\n 36^2. is comd.\n\n 36^3. ingle side.\n\n 36^4. twixt thee.\n\n 37 _wanting._\n\n _Scott changes Campbell\u2019s readings for Caw\u2019s now and then, and Caw\u2019s\n for his own._\n\n#C.#\n\n _Written continuously after the first stanza, and mostly without\n punctuation. The end of a stanza is indicated after 3 by the\n insertion of the burden. Some one, probably Percy, has attempted\n to show the proper separation by marks between the lines. #B#\n has been taken as a guide for the divisions here adopted._\n\n 9^1. And when they came there _ends_ 8^4 _in the MS_.\n\n 11^2. Jn\u00ba _for_ John.\n\n 14^2. And of thy talk, etc., _is a line by itself in the MS._\n\n 16^3. And me.\n\n 19^2. _Two lines in the MS._\n\n 20^2. _Perhaps_ dos\u2019.\n\n 20^3. Unto \u2130.\n\n 21^{2,3}, 24, 28. The lines are run together.\n\n 31. And says now John the day _continues_ 30^4 _in the MS._\n\n#D.#\n\n 5^3. s....d, _illegible_.\n\n 7^1. _Perhaps_ Swinburin.\n\n 9^3. gang _has been changed to_ hang, _or_ hang _to_ gang:\n _neither is quite intelligible_.\n\n 1, 2, 3 _are in the MS._ 2, 3, 1.\n\n\n\n\n 188\n\n ARCHIE O CAWFIELD\n\n #A.# \u2018Archie of the Cawfield,\u2019 communicated to Percy by Miss Fisher of\n Carlisle, 1780.\n\n #B. a.# \u2018Archie of Cafield,\u2019[323] Glenriddell MSS, XI, 14, 1791;\n Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1802, I, 177. #b.# \u2018Archie of Ca\u2019field,\u2019 Scott\u2019s\n Minstrelsy, 1833, II, 116.\n\n #C.# \u2018The Three Brothers,\u2019 Buchan\u2019s Ballads of the North of Scotland,\n I, 111.\n\n #D.# \u2018Billie Archie,\u2019 Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 467, communicated by\n Buchan, and by him derived from James Nicol of Strichen;\n Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. 335.\n\n #E.# Macmath MS., p. 76, fragments.\n\n #F.# Communicated by Mr J. M. Watson, of Clark\u2019s Island, Plymouth\n Harbor, Massachusetts.\n\n\n#B a# was printed by Scott in the first edition of his Minstrelsy, with\nthe omission of stanzas 11, 13, 15^{3\u20136} (15^{3,4}, 16^{1,2}, of the\nMS.), 17^{3,4} (18^{1,2} of the MS.), 27, 28, and with many editorial\nimprovements, besides Scotticising of the spelling. Of #B b#, the form\nin which the ballad appears in the later edition of the Minstrelsy, the\neditor says that he has been enabled to add several stanzas obtained\nfrom recitation, of which he remarks that, \u201cas they contrast the brutal\nindifference of the elder brother with the zeal and spirit of his\nassociates, they add considerably to the dramatic effect of the whole.\u201d\nThe new stanzas are ten, and partly displace some of #a#. None of the\nomitted stanzas are restored, and the other changes previously made are\nretained, except of course where new stanzas have been introduced.\n\nThis ballad is in all the salient features a repetition of \u2018Jock o the\nSide,\u2019 Halls playing the parts of Armstrongs. The Halls are several\ntimes complained of for reif and away-taking of ky, oxen, etc., in 1579.\nThere is a Jok Hall of the Sykis, Jok Hall, called Paitti\u2019s Jok, a Jokie\nHall in the Clintis, and the name Archie Hall occurs, which is, to be\nsure, a matter of very slight consequence. See the Register of the Privy\nCouncil of Scotland, III, 236 f., 354 f. Cafield is about a mile west of\nLangholm, in Wauchopedale. The Armstrongs had spread into Wauchopedale\nin the sixteenth century, and Jock Armstrong of the Caffeild appears in\nthe Registers of the Privy Council, III, 43, 85, 133, 535. I have not\nfound Halls of Caffeild, and hope not to do them injustice by holding\nthat some friend or member of that sept has substituted their name, for\nthe glory of the family.[324]\n\nFrom a passage in A History of Dumfries, by William Bennet, in The\nDumfries Monthly Magazine, III, 9 f., July, 1826 (kindly brought to my\nattention by Mr Macmath), there appears to have been a version of this\nballad in which the Johnstones played the part of the Halls, or\nArmstrongs; but against their enemies the Maxwells, not against the\npublic authority. A gentleman of Dumfries informed Bennet that he had\n\u201coften, in early life, listened to an interesting ballad, sung by an old\nfemale chronicle of the town, which was founded upon the following\ncircumstance. In some fray between the Maxwells and Johnstones, the\nformer had taken the chief of the latter prisoner, and shut him up in\nthe jail of Dumfries, in Lochmaben gate; for in Dumfries they possessed\nalmost the same power as in the Stewartry of Annandale, Crichton of\nSanquhar, who was then hereditary sheriff of Nithsdale, being their\nretainer. In a dark night shortly afterwards, a trusty band of the\nJohnstones marched secretly into Dumfries, and, surprising the\njail-keepers, bore off their chief, manacled as he then was, and,\nplacing him behind one of their troopers, galloped off towards the head\nof Locher, there to regain the Tinwald side and strike into the\nmountains of Moffat before their enemies should have leisure to start in\npursuit. A band of the Maxwells, happening to be in town, and instantly\nreceiving the alarm, started in pursuit of the fugitives, and overtook\nthem about the dawn of morning, just as they had suddenly halted upon\nthe banks of the Locher, and seemed to hesitate about risking its\npassage; for the stream was much swollen by a heavy rain which had\nlately fallen, and seemed to threaten destruction to any who should dare\nto enter it. On seeing the Maxwells, however, and reflecting upon the\ncomparative smallness of their own party, they plunged in, and, by\ndextrous management, reached in safety the opposite bank at the moment\ntheir pursuers drew up on the brink of that which they had left. The\nJohnstones had now the decided advantage, for, had their enemies\nventured to cross, they could, while struggling against the current,\nhave been easily destroyed. The bloodthirsty warriors raged and shook\ntheir weapons at each other across the stream; but the flood rolled on\nas if in mockery of their threatenings, and the one party at length\ngalloped off in triumph, while the other was compelled to return in\ndisgrace.\u201d\n\nThere are three Halls in #A#, #B#, #C#, brothers, of whom Archie is a\nprisoner, condemned to die. The actors in #D# are not said to be\nbrothers or Halls; the prisoner is Archie, as before. In #A#, Jock the\nlaird and Dickie effect the rescue, assisted by Jocky Ha, a cousin. Dick\nis the leader, Jocky Ha subordinate, and Jock the laird is the\ndespondent and repining personage, corresponding to Much in Jock o the\nSide, #A#, #D#, and to the Laird\u2019s Wat, #B#, #C#. In #B#, Dick is the\nonly brother named; he and Jokie Hall from Teviotdale effect the rescue;\nJokie Hall is prominent, and Dickie has the second place; Archie the\nprisoner is faint-hearted, but, properly speaking, that part is omitted.\nJokie Hall represents Hobie Noble, who is the leader in #A# of the other\nballad, as Jokie is here in #B#, and also #C#; whereas Dick is the\nleader in #A#, #D# of the ballad before us, and represents the Laird\u2019s\nJock, who is principal in #B#, #C# of the other. In #B#, #C#, only two\nare concerned in breaking the jail. In #C#, Dick loses heart, or has the\nplace of Much; in #D#, Caff o Lin.\n\nIn #A# 38, Jock the laird says his colt will drown him if he attempts to\ncross the river; so Dick in #B# 23 (for it can be no other, though Dick\nis not named) and in #C# 24, and Caff o Lin in #D# 14. They have not two\nattacks of panic, as Much has in \u2018Jock o the Side,\u2019 #A#, with such\nexcellent effect in bringing out Hobie Noble\u2019s steadiness. To make up\nfor this, however, the laird has an unheroic qualm after all is well\nover, in #A# 44: the dearsome night has cost him Cawfield! It is a\nfine-spirited answer that Dick makes: \u2018Light o thy lands! we should not\nhave been three brothers.\u2019 In one of the stanzas which Scott added in #B\nb#, \u201ccoarse Ca\u2019field,\u201d that is, the laird again, is addressed\n(inconsecutively, as the verses stand) with the like reproach: \u2018Wad ye\neven your lands to your born billy!\u2019\n\nArchie is prisoner at Dumfries in #A#, #B#, at Annan in #C#; in #D# no\nplace is mentioned. The route followed in #A# is Barnglish,[325] only\ntwo or three miles westward, where the horseshoes are turned, 8; Bonshaw\nwood, where they take counsel, 10; over the Annan at Hoddam, 12, to\nDumfries, 13; back by Bonshaw Shield, where they again take counsel, 29;\nover the Annan at Annan Holm (Annan Bank?), opposite Wamphray (where the\nJohnstones would be friendly), 31, to Cafield. Bonshaw Shield would have\nto be somewhere between Dumfries and Annan Water; it seems to be an\nerroneous repetition of the Bonshaw on the left of the Annan.\n\nThe route in #B# is The Murraywhat, where shoes are turned, 6; Dumfries,\n8; back by Lochmaben, 17; The Murraywhat, where they file off the\nshackles, 18; to and across the Annan. Here we may ask why the shoes are\nnot changed earlier; for The Murraywhat is on the west side of the\nAnnan. The route in #C# is not described; there is no reason, if they\nstart from Cafield (see 23), why they should cross the Annan, the town\nbeing on the eastern side. All difficulties are escaped in #D# by giving\nno names.\n\nThe New England copy, #F#, naturally enough, names no places. There are\nthree brothers, as in #A#, #B#, #C#, and Dickie is the leader. The\nprisoner, here called Archer, gives up hope when he comes to the river;\nhis horse is lame and cannot swim; but horses are shifted, and he gets\nover. His spirits are again dashed when he sees the sheriff in pursuit.\n\n#A#, 6^2, 14^2, 16^4, \u2018for leugh o Liddesdale cracked he,\u2019 is explained\nby #B a#, 10^2, \u2018fra the laigh of Tiviotdale was he;\u2019 he bragged for\nlower Liddesdale, was from lower Liddesdale; it seems to be a sort of\n\u03b5\u1f54\u03c7\u03b5\u03c4\u03bf \u03b5\u1f36\u03bd\u03b1\u03b9. #B b# reads (that is, Scott corrects), \u2018The luve of\nTeviotdale was he.\u2019 #B a#, 16^4, \u2018And her girth was the gold-twist to\nbe,\u2019 is unintelligible to me, and appears to be corrupt, #b# reads, And\nthat was her gold-twist to be, an emendation of Scott\u2019s, gold-twist\nmeaning \u201cthe small gilded chains drawn across the chest of a war-horse.\u201d\nThe three stanzas introduced in #B b# after 7 (the colloquy with the\nsmith) are indifferent modern stuff. This and something worse are #C#\n14, where Johnny Ha takes the prisoner on his back and _leads_ the mare,\nthe refreshments in 16, 17, and the sheriff in 19\u201321, 28, 29.\n\n\n A\n\n Communicated to Percy by Miss Fisher of Carlisle, 1780.\n\n 1\n Late in an evening forth as I went,\n \u2019Twas on the dawning of the day;\n I heard two brothers make their moan,\n I listend well what they did say.\n\n 2\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . .\n We were three born brethren,\n There[s] one of us condemnd to die.\n\n 3\n Then up bespake Jock the laird:\n \u2018If I had but a hundre men,\n A hundred o th best i Christenty,\n I wad go on to fair Dumfries, I wad loose\n my bro_the_r and set him free.\u2019\n\n 4\n So up bespak then Dicky Ha,\n He was the wisest o the three:\n \u2018A hundre men we\u2019ll never get,\n Neither for gold nor fee,\n But some of them will us betray;\n They\u2019l neither fight for gold nor fee.\n\n 5\n \u2018Had I but ten well-wight men,\n Ten o the best i Christenty,\n I w_a_d gae on to fair Dumfries,\n I w_a_d loose my bro_th_er and set him free.\n\n 6\n \u2018Jocky Ha, our cousin, \u2019s be the first man\u2019\n (For leugh o Liddesdale cracked he);\n \u2018An ever we come till a pinch,\n He\u2019ll be as good as ony three.\u2019\n\n 7\n They mounted ten well-wight men,\n Ten o the best i Christenty;\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 8\n There was horsing and horsing of haste,\n And cracking o whips out oer the lee,\n Till they came to fair Barngliss,\n And they ca\u2019d the smith right quietly.\n\n 9\n He has shod them a\u2019 their horse,\n He\u2019s shod them siccer and honestly,\n And he as turnd the cawkers backwards oer,\n Where foremost they were wont to be.\n\n 10\n And there was horsing, horsing of haste,\n And cracking of whips out oer the lee,\n Until they came to the Bonshaw wood,\n Where they held their council privately.\n\n 11\n Some says, We\u2019ll gang the Annan road,\n It is the better road, s_ai_d they;\n Up bespak then Dicky Ha,\n The wisest of that company.\n\n 12\n \u2018Annan road\u2019s a publick road,\n It\u2019s no the road that makes for me;\n But we will through at Hoddam ford,\n It is the better road,\u2019 said he.\n\n 13\n And there was horsing, horsing o haste,\n And cracking of whips out oer the lea,\n Until they came to fair Dumfries,\n And it was newly strucken three.\n\n 14\n Up bespake then Jocky Ha,\n For leugh o Liddesdale cracked he:\n \u2018I have a mare, they ca her Meg,\n She is the best i Christenty;\n An ever we come till a pinch,\n She\u2019ll bring awa both thee and me.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018But five we\u2019ll leave to had our horse,\n And five will watch, guard for to be;\n Who is the man,\u2019 said Dicky then,\n \u2018To the prison-door will go with me?\u2019\n\n 16\n Up bespak then Jocky Ha,\n For leugh o Liddesdale cracked he:\n \u2018I am the man,\u2019 said Jocky than,\n \u2018To the prison-door I\u2019ll go with thee.\u2019\n\n 17\n They are up the jail-stair,\n They stepped it right soberly,\n Until they came to the jail-door;\n They ca\u2019d the prisoner quietly.\n\n 18\n \u2018O sleeps thou, wakest thou, Archie, my billy?\n O sleeps thou, wakes thou, dear billy?\u2019\n \u2018Sometimes I sleep, sometimes I wake;\n But who\u2019s that knows my name so well?\u2019 [said he.]\n \u2018I am thy brother Dicky,\u2019 he says;\n \u2018This night I\u2019m come to borrow thee.\u2019\n\n 19\n But up bespake the prisoner then,\n And O but he spake woefully!\n \u2018Today has been a justice-court,\n . . . . . . .\n And a\u2019 Liddesdale were here the night,\n The morn\u2019s the day at I\u2019se to die.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018What is thy crime, Archie, my billy?\n What is the crime they lay to thee?\u2019\n \u2018I brake a spear i the warden\u2019s breast,\n For saving my master\u2019s land,\u2019 said he.\n\n 21\n \u2018If that be a\u2019 the crime they lay to thee, Archie, my billy,\n If that be the crime they lay to thee,\n Work thou within, and me without,\n And thro good strength I\u2019ll borrow thee.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018I cannot work, billy,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018I cannot work, billy, with thee,\n For fifteen stone of Spanish iron\n Lyes fast to me with lock and key.\u2019\n\n 23\n When Dicky he heard that,\n \u2018Away, thou crabby chiel!\u2019 cried he;\n He\u2019s taen the door aye with his foot,\n And fast he followd it with his knee.\n Till a\u2019 the bolts the door hung on,\n O th\u2019 prison-floor he made them flee.\n\n 24\n \u2018Thou\u2019s welcome, welcome, Archy, my billy,\n Thou\u2019s aye right dear welcome to me;\n There shall be straiks this day,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018This day or thou be taen from me.\u2019\n\n 25\n He\u2019s got the prisoner on o his back,\n He\u2019s gotten him irons and aw,\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 26\n Up bespake then Jocky Ha,\n \u2018Let some o th\u2019 prisoner lean on me;\u2019\n \u2018The diel o there,\u2019 quo Dicky than,\n \u2018He\u2019s no the wightdom of a flea.\u2019\n\n 27\n They are on o that gray mare,\n And they are on o her aw three,\n And they linked the irons about her neck,\n And galloped the street right wantonly.\n\n 28\n \u2018To horse, to horse,\u2019 then, \u2018all,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Horse ye with all the might ye may,\n For the jailor he will waken next;\n And the prisoners had a\u2019 wan away.\u2019\n\n 29\n There was horsing, horsing of haste,\n And cracking o whips out oer the lea,\n Until they came to the Bonshaw Shield;\n There they held their council privately.\n\n 30\n Some says, \u2018We\u2019ll gang the Annan road;\n It is the better road,\u2019 said they;\n But up bespak than Dicky Ha,\n The wisest of that company:\n\n 31\n \u2018Annan road\u2019s a publick road,\n It\u2019s not the road that makes for me;\n But we will through at Annan Holme,\n It is the better road,\u2019 said he;\n \u2018An we were in at Wamfrey Gate,\n The Johnstones they will a\u2019 help me.\u2019\n\n 32\n But Dicky lookd oer his left shoulder,\n I wait a wiley look gave he;\n He spied the leiutenant coming,\n And a hundre men of his company.\n\n 33\n \u2018So horse ye, horse ye, lads!\u2019 he said,\n \u2018O horse ye, sure and siccerly!\n For yonder is the lieuten_an_t,\n With a hundred men of his company.\u2019\n\n 34\n There was horsing, horsing of haste,\n And cracking o whips out oer the lea,\n Until they came to Annan Holme,\n And it was running like a sea.\n\n 35\n But up bespake the lieutenant,\n Until a bonny lad said he,\n \u2018Who is the man,\u2019 said the leiuten_an_t,\n \u2018Rides foremost of yon company?\u2019\n\n 36\n Then up bespake the bonny lad,\n Until the lieuten_an_t said he,\n \u2018Some men do ca him Dicky Ha,\n Rides foremost of yon company.\u2019\n\n 37\n \u2018O haste ye, haste ye!\u2019 said the leiuten_an_t,\n \u2018Pursue with a\u2019 the might ye may!\n For the man had needs to be well saint\n That comes thro the hands o Dicky Ha.\u2019\n\n 38\n But up bespak Jock the laird,\n \u2018This has been a dearsome night to me;\n I\u2019ve a colt of four years old,\n I wait he wannelld like the wind;\n If ever he come to the deep,\n He will plump down, leave me behind.\u2019\n\n 39\n \u2018Wae light o thee and thy horse baith, Jock,\n And even so thy horse and thee!\n Take thou mine, and I\u2019ll take thine,\n Foul fa the warst horse i th\u2019 company!\n I\u2019ll cast the prisoner me behind;\n There\u2019ll no man die but him that\u2019s fee.\u2019\n\n 40\n There they\u2019ve a\u2019taen the flood,\n And they have taen it hastily;\n Dicky was the hindmost took the flood,\n And foremost on the land stood he.\n\n 41\n Dicky\u2019s turnd his horse about,\n And he has turnd it hastilly:\n \u2018Come through, come thro, my lieuten_an_t,\n Come thro this day, and drink wi me,\n And thy dinner\u2019s be dressd in Annan Holme,\n It sall not cost thee one penny.\u2019\n\n 42\n \u2018I think some witch has bore the, Dicky,\n Or some devil in hell been thy daddy;\n I w_ou_d not swum that wan water double-horsed,\n For a\u2019 the gold in Christenty.\n\n 43\n \u2018But throw me thro my irons, Dicky,\n I wait they cost me full dear;\u2019\n \u2018O devil be there,\u2019 quo Jocky Hall,\n \u2018They\u2019l be good shoon to my gray mare.\u2019\n\n 44\n O up bespoke then Jock the laird,\n \u2018This has been a dearsome night to me;\n For yesternight the Cawfield was my ain,\n Landsman again I neer sall be.\u2019\n\n 45\n \u2018Now wae light o thee and thy lands baith, Jock,\n And even so baith the land and thee!\n For gear will come and gear will gang,\n But three brothers again we never were to be.\u2019\n\n\n B\n\n #a.# Glenriddell MSS, XI, 14, 1791, \u201can old West Border ballad.\u201d\n #b.# Scott\u2019s Minstrelsy, 1833, II, 116.\n\n 1\n As I was walking mine alane,\n It was by the dawning o the day,\n I heard twa brothers make their maine,\n And I listned well what they did say.\n\n 2\n The eldest to the youngest said,\n \u2018O dear brother, how can this be!\n There was three brethren of us born,\n And one of us is condemnd to die.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018O chuse ye out a hundred men,\n A hundred men in Christ[e]ndie,\n And we\u2019ll away to Dumfries town,\n And set our billie Archie free.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018A hundred men you cannot get,\n Nor yet sixteen in Christendie;\n For some of them will us betray,\n And other some will work for fee.\n\n 5\n \u2018But chuse ye out eleven men,\n And we ourselves thirteen will be,\n And we\u2019ill away to Dumfries town,\n And borrow bony billie Archie.\u2019\n\n 6\n There was horsing, horsing in haste,\n And there was marching upon the lee,\n Untill they came to the Murraywhat,\n And they lighted a\u2019 right speedylie.\n\n 7\n \u2018A smith, a smith!\u2019 Dickie he crys,\n \u2018A smith, a smith, right speedily,\n To turn back the cakers of our horses feet!\n For it is forward we woud be.\u2019\n\n 8\n There was a horsing, horsing in haste,\n There was marching on the lee,\n Untill they came to Dumfries port,\n And there they lighted right manfulie.\n\n 9\n \u2018There\u015b six of us will hold the horse,\n And other five watchmen will be;\n But who is the man among you a\u2019\n Will go to the Tolbooth door wi me?\u2019\n\n 10\n O up then spake Jokie Hall\n (Fra the laigh of Tiviotdale was he),\n \u2018If it should cost my life this very night,\n I\u2019ll ga to the Tollbooth door wi thee.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018O sleepst thou, wakest thow, Archie laddie?\n O sleepst thou, wakest thow, dear billie?\u2019\n \u2018I sleep but saft, I waken oft,\n For the morn\u2019s the day that I man die.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018Be o good cheer now, Archie lad,\n Be o good cheer now, dear billie;\n Work thow within and I without,\n And the morn thou\u2019s dine at Cafield wi me.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018O work, O work, Archie?\u2019 he cries,\n \u2018O work, O work? ther\u2019s na working for me;\n For ther\u2019s fifteen stane o Spanish iron,\n And it lys fow sair on my body.\u2019\n\n 14\n O Jokie Hall stept to the door,\n And he bended it back upon his knee,\n And he made the bolts that the door hang on\n Jump to the wa right wantonlie.\n\n 15\n He took the prisoner on his back,\n And down the Tollbooth stairs came he;\n Out then spak Dickie and said,\n Let some o the weight fa on me;\n \u2018O shame a ma!\u2019 co Jokie Ha,\n \u2018For he\u2019s no the weight of a poor flee.\u2019\n\n 16\n The gray mare stands at the door,\n And I wat neer a foot stirt she,\n Till they laid the links out oer her neck,\n And her girth was the gold-twist to be.\n\n 17\n And they came down thro Dumfries town,\n And O but they came bonily!\n Untill they came to Lochmaben port,\n And they leugh a\u2019 the night manfulie.\n\n 18\n There was horsing, horsing in haste,\n And there was marching on the lee,\n Untill they came to the Murraywhat,\n And they lighted a\u2019 right speedilie.\n\n 19\n \u2018A smith, a smith!\u2019 Dickie he cries,\n \u2018A smith, a smith, right speedilie,\n To file off the shakles fra my dear brother!\n For it is forward we wad be.\u2019\n\n 20\n They had not filtt a shakle of iron,\n A shakle of iron but barely three,\n Till out then spake young Simon brave,\n \u2018Ye do na see what I do see.\n\n 21\n \u2018Lo yonder comes Liewtenant Gordon,\n And a hundred men in his company:\u2019\n \u2018O wo is me!\u2019 then Archie cries,\n \u2018For I\u2019m the prisoner, and I must die.\u2019\n\n 22\n O there was horsing, horsing in haste,\n And there was marching upon the lee,\n Untill they came to Annan side,\n And it was flowing like the sea.\n\n 23\n \u2018I have a colt, and he\u2019s four years old,\n And he can amble like the wind,\n But when he comes to the belly deep,\n He lays himself down on the ground.\u2019\n\n 24\n \u2018But I have a mare, and they call her Meg.\n And she\u2019s the best in Christendie;\n Set ye the prisoner me behind;\n Ther\u2019ll na man die but he that\u2019s fae!\u2019\n\n 25\n Now they did swim that wan water,\n And O but they swam bonilie!\n Untill they came to the other side,\n And they wrang their cloathes right drunk[i]lie.\n\n 26\n \u2018Come through, come through, Lieutenant Gordon!\n Come through, and drink some wine wi me!\n For ther\u2019s a ale-house neer hard by,\n And it shall not cost thee one penny.\u2019\n\n 27\n \u2018Throw me my irons, Dickie!\u2019 he cries,\n \u2018For I wat they cost me right dear;\u2019\n \u2018O shame a ma!\u2019 cries Jokie Ha,\n \u2018For they\u2019ll be good shoon to my gray mare.\u2019\n\n 28\n \u2018Surely thy minnie has been some witch,\n Or thy dad some warlock has been;\n Else thow had never attempted such,\n Or to the bottom thow had gone.\n\n 29\n \u2018Throw me my irons, Dickie!\u2019 he cries,\n \u2018For I wot they cost me dear enough;\u2019\n \u2018O shame a ma!\u2019 cries Jokie Ha,\n \u2018They\u2019ll be good shakles to my plough.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018Come through, come through, Liewtenant Gordon!\n Come throw, and drink some wine wi me!\n For yesterday I was your prisoner,\n But now the night I am set free.\u2019\n\n\n C\n\n Buchan\u2019s Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 111.\n\n 1\n As I walked on a pleasant green\u2014\n \u2019Twas on the first morning of May\u2014\n I heard twa brothers make their moan,\n And hearkend well what they did say.\n\n 2\n The first he gave a grievous sigh,\n And said, Alas, and wae is me!\n We hae a brother condemned to death,\n And the very morn must hanged be.\n\n 3\n Then out it speaks him Little Dick,\n I wat a gude fellow was he:\n \u2018Had I three men unto mysell,\n Well borrowed shoud Bell Archie be.\u2019\n\n 4\n Out it speaks him Johnny Ha,\n A better fellow by far was he:\n \u2018Ye shall hae six men and yoursell,\n And me to bear you companie.\n\n 5\n \u2018Twa for keepers o the guard,\n See that to keep it sickerlie,\n And twa to come, and twa to gang,\n And twa to speak wi Bell Archie.\n\n 6\n \u2018But we winna gang like men o weir,\n Nor yet will we like cavalliers;\n But we will gang like corn-buyers,\n And we\u2019ll put brechens on our mares.\u2019\n\n 7\n Then they are to the jail-house doors,\n And they hae tirled at the pin:\n \u2018Ye sleep ye, wake ye, Bell Archie?\n Quickly rise, lat us come in.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018I sleep not aft, I lie not saft;\n Wha\u2019s there that knocks and kens my name?\u2019\n \u2018It is your brothers Dick and John;\n Ye\u2019ll open the door, lat us come in.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Awa, awa, my brethren dear,\n And ye\u2019ll had far awa frae me;\n If ye be found at jail-house door,\n I fear like dogs they\u2019ll gar ye die.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Ohon, alas! my brother dear,\n Is this the hearkning ye gie to me?\n If ye\u2019ll work therein as we thereout,\n Well borrowd shoud your body be.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018How can I work therein, therein,\n Or yet how can I work thereout,\n When fifty tons o Spanish iron\n Are my fair body round about?\u2019\n\n 12\n He put his fingers to the lock,\n I wat he handled them sickerlie,\n And doors of deal, and bands of steel,\n He gart them all in flinders flee.\n\n 13\n He\u2019s taen the prisoner in his arms,\n And he has kissd him cheek and chin:\n \u2018Now since we\u2019ve met, my brother dear,\n There shall be dunts ere we twa twine.\u2019\n\n 14\n He\u2019s taen the prisoner on his back,\n And a\u2019 his heavy irons tee,\n But and his marie in his hand,\n And straight to Annan gate went he.\n\n 15\n But when they came to Annan water,\n It was roaring like the sea:\n \u2018O stay a little, Johnny Ha,\n Here we can neither fecht nor flee.\n\n 16\n \u2018O a refreshment we maun hae,\n We are baith dry and hungry tee;\n We\u2019ll gang to Robert\u2019s at the mill,\n It stands upon yon lily lee.\u2019\n\n 17\n Up in the morning the jailor raise,\n As soon\u2019s \u2019twas light that he coud see;\n Wi a pint o wine and a mess sae fine,\n Into the prison-house went he.\n\n 18\n When he came to the prison-door,\n A dreary sight he had to see;\n The locks were shot, the doors were broke,\n And a\u2019 the prisoners won free.\n\n 19\n \u2018Ye\u2019ll gae and waken Annan town,\n Raise up five hundred men and three;\n And if these rascals may be found,\n I vow like dogs I\u2019ll gar them die.\n\n 20\n \u2018O dinna ye hear proud Annan roar,\n Mair loud than ever roard the sea?\n We\u2019ll get the rascals on this side,\n Sure they can neither fecht nor flee.\n\n 21\n \u2018Some gar ride, and some gar rin,\n Wi a\u2019 the haste that ye can make;\n We\u2019ll get them in some tavern-house,\n For Annan water they winna take.\u2019\n\n 22\n As Little Dick was looking round,\n All for to see what he could see,\n Saw the proud sheriff trip the plain,\n Five hundred men his companie.\n\n 23\n \u2018O fare ye well, my bonny wife,\n Likewise farewell, my children three!\n Fare ye well, ye lands o Cafield!\n For you again I neer will see.\n\n 24\n \u2018For well I kent, ere I came here,\n That Annan water woud ruin me;\n My horse is young, he\u2019ll nae lat ride,\n And in this water I maun die.\u2019\n\n 25\n Out it speaks him Johnny Ha,\n I wat a gude fellow was he:\n \u2018O plague upo your cowardly face!\n The bluntest man I eer did see.\n\n 26\n \u2018Gie me your horse, take ye my mare,\n The devil drown my mare and thee!\n Gie me the prisoner on behind,\n And nane will die but he that\u2019s fay.\u2019\n\n 27\n He quickly lap upo the horse,\n And strait the stirrups siccarlie,\n And jumpd upo the other side,\n Wi the prisoner and his irons tee.\n\n 28\n The sheriff then came to the bank,\n And heard its roaring like the sea;\n Says, How these men they hae got ower,\n It is a marvel unto me.\n\n 29\n \u2018I wadna venture after them,\n For a\u2019 the criminals that I see;\n Nevertheless now, Johnny Ha,\n Throw ower the fetters unto me.\u2019\n\n 30\n \u2018Deil part you and the fetters,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018As lang as my mare needs a shee;\n If she gang barefoot ere they be done,\n I wish an ill death mat ye die.\u2019\n\n 31\n \u2018Awa, awa, now Johnny Ha,\n Your talk to me seems very snell;\n Your mither\u2019s been some wild rank witch,\n And you yoursell an imp o hell.\u2019\n\n\n D\n\n Motherwell\u2019s MS., p. 467, \u201creceived in MS. by Buchan from Mr Nicol,\n of Strichen, who wrote as he had learned early in life from old\n people:\u201d Motherwell\u2019s Minstrelsy, p. 335.\n\n 1\n \u2018Seven years have I loved my love,\n And seven years my love\u2019s loved me,\n But now to-morrow is the day\n That billy Archie, my love, must die.\u2019\n\n 2\n O then out spoke him Little Dickie,\n And still the best fellow was he:\n \u2018Had I but five men and my self,\n Then we would borrow billy Archie.\u2019\n\n 3\n Out it spoke him Caff o Lin,\n And still the worst fellow was he:\n \u2018You shall have five men and yourself,\n And I will bear you companye.\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018We will not go like to dragoons,\n Nor yet will we like grenadiers,\n But we will go like corn-dealers,\n And lay our brechams on our meares.\n\n 5\n \u2018And twa of us will watch the road,\n And other twa will go between,\n And I will go to jail-house door,\n And hold the prisoner unthought lang.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Who is this at jail-house door,\n So well as they do know the gin?\u2019\n \u2018It\u2019s I myself,\u2019 [said] him Little Dickie,\n \u2018And oh sae fain \u2019s I would be in!\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018Away, away, now, Little Dickie!\n Away, let all your folly be!\n If the Lord Lieutenant come on you,\n Like unto dogs he\u2019ll cause you die.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Hold you, hold you, billy Archie,\n And now let all your folly be!\n Tho I die without, you\u2019ll not die within,\n For borrowed shall your body be.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Away, away, now, Little Dickie!\n Away, let all this folly be!\n An hundred pounds of Spanish irons\n Is all bound on my fair bodie.\u2019\n\n 10\n Wi plough-culters and gavellocks\n They made the jail-house door to flee;\n \u2018And in God\u2019s name,\u2019 said Little Dickie,\n \u2018Cast you the prisoner behind me!\u2019\n\n 11\n They had not rode a great way off,\n With all the haste that ever could be,\n Till they espied the Lord Lieutenant,\n With a hundred men in\u2019s companie.\n\n 12\n But when they came to wan water,\n It now was rumbling like the sea;\n Then were they got into a strait,\n As great a strait as well could be.\n\n 13\n Then out did speak him Caff o Lin,\n And aye the warst fellow was he:\n \u2018Now God be with my wife and bairns!\n For fatherless my babes will be.\n\n 14\n \u2018My horse is young, he cannot swim;\n The water\u2019s deep, and will not wade;\n My children must be fatherless,\n My wife a widow, whateer betide.\u2019\n\n 15\n O then cried out him Little Dickie,\n And still the best fellow was he:\n \u2018Take you my mare, I\u2019ll take your horse,\n And Devil drown my mare and thee!\u2019\n\n 16\n Now they have taken the wan water,\n Tho it was roaring like the sea,\n And whan they got to the other side,\n I wot they bragged right crouselie.\n\n 17\n \u2018Come thro, come thro now, Lord Lieutenant!\n O do come thro, I pray of thee!\n There is an alehouse not far off,\n We\u2019ll dine you and your companye.\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018Away, away, now, Little Dickie!\n O now let all your taunting be!\n There\u2019s not a man in the king\u2019s army\n That would have tried what\u2019s done by thee.\n\n 19\n \u2018Cast back, cast back my fetters again!\n Cast back my fetters! I say to thee;\n And get you gane the way you came,\n I wish no prisoners like to thee.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018I have a mare, she\u2019s called Meg,\n The best in all our low countrie;\n If she gang barefoot till they are done,\n An ill death may your lordship die!\u2019\n\n\n E\n\n Macmath MS, p. 76. \u201cTaken down by me, September, 1886, from my aunt,\n Miss Jane Webster: heard by her in her youth, at Airds.\u201d\n\n 1\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018We\u2019ll awa to bonnie Dundee,\n And set our brither Archie free.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n 2\n They broke through locks, and they broke through bars,\n And they broke through everything that cam in their way,\n Until they cam to a big iron gate,\n And that\u2019s where brother Archie lay.\n\n [Little John says]\n\n 3\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018O brither Archie speak to me,\n . . . . . . .\n For we are come to set ye free.\u2019\n\n 4\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018Such a thing it canna be,\n For there\u2019s fifty pund o gude Spanish airn\n Atween my neckbane and my knee.\u2019\n\n\n F\n\n Communicated by Mr J. M. Watson, of Clark\u2019s Island, Plymouth Harbor,\n Massachusetts, April 10, 1889, as remembered by him from the singing\n of his father.\n\n 1\n As I walked out one morning in May,\n Just before the break of day,\n I heard two brothers a making their moan,\n And I listened a while to what they did say.\n I heard, etc.\n\n 2\n \u2018We have a brother in prison,\u2019 said they,\n \u2018Oh in prison lieth he!\n If we had but ten men just like ourselves,\n The prisoner we would soon set free.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018Oh no, no, no!\u2019 Bold Dickie said he,\n \u2018Oh no, no, no, that never can be!\n For forty men is full little enough\n And I for to ride in their companie.\n\n 4\n \u2018Ten to hold the horses in,\n Ten to guard the city about,\n Ten for to stand at the prison-door,\n And ten to fetch poor Archer out.\u2019\n\n 5\n They mounted their horses, and so rode they,\n Who but they so merrilie!\n They rode till they came to a broad river\u2019s side,\n And there they alighted so manfullie.\n\n 6\n They mounted their horses, and so swam they,\n Who but they so merrilie!\n They swam till they came to the other side,\n And there they alighted so manfullie.\n\n 7\n They mounted their horses, and so rode they,\n Who but they so merrilie!\n They rode till they came to that prison-door,\n And then they alighted so manfullie.\n\n 8\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018For I have forty men in my companie,\n And I have come to set you free.\u2019\n\n 9\n \u2018Oh no, no, no!\u2019 poor Archer says he,\n \u2018Oh no, no, no, that never can be!\n For I have forty pounds of good Spanish iron\n Betwixt my ankle and my knee.\u2019\n\n 10\n Bold Dickie broke lock, Bold Dickie broke key,\n Bold Dickie broke everything that he could see;\n He took poor Archer under one arm,\n And carried him out so manfullie.\n\n 11\n They mounted their horses, and so rode they,\n Who but they so merrilie!\n They rode till they came to that broad river\u2019s side,\n And there they alighted so manfullie.\n\n 12\n \u2018Bold Dickie, Bold Dickie,\u2019 poor Archer says he,\n \u2018Take my love home to my wife and children three;\n For my horse grows lame, he cannot swim,\n And here I see that I must die.\u2019\n\n 13\n They shifted their horses, and so swam they,\n Who but they so merrilie!\n They swam till they came to the other side,\n And there they alighted so manfullie.\n\n 14\n \u2018Bold Dickie, Bold Dickie,\u2019 poor Archer says he,\n \u2018Look you yonder there and see;\n For the high-sheriff he is a coming,\n With an hundred men in his companie.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Bold Dickie, Bold Dickie,\u2019 High-sheriff said he,\n \u2018You\u2019re the damndest rascal that ever I see!\n Go bring me back the iron you\u2019ve stole,\n And I will set the prisoner free.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018Oh no, no, no!\u2019 Bold Dickie said he,\n \u2018Oh no, no, no, that never can be!\n For the iron \u2018twill do to shoe the horses,\n The blacksmith rides in our companie.\u2019\n\n 17\n \u2018Bold Dickie, Bold Dickie,\u2019 High-sheriff says he,\n \u2018You\u2019re the damndest rascal that ever I see!\u2019\n \u2018I thank ye for nothing,\u2019 Bold Dickie says he,\n \u2018And you\u2019re a damned fool for following me.\u2019\n\n * * * * *\n\n#A.#\n\n _Written in long lines, without division into stanzas, excepting a\n few instances._\n\n 1^1. folk I saw went.\n\n 13^2. And cracking, etc.\n\n 13^4. 3.\n\n 29^2. o whips, etc.\n\n 42^3. one water.\n\n 42^4. Xtenty.\n\n 43^1. _Perhaps we should read_, But throw me, throw me.\n\n#B. a.#\n\n 12^4. Capeld.\n\n 15^{5,6} _are_ 16^{1,2}: 16^{1,2} _are_ 16^{3,4}: 16^{3,4},\n 17^{1,2}: 17^{1,2}, 17^{3,4}: 17^{3,4}, 18^{1,2}: 18^{1\u20134},\n 18^{3\u20136}.\n\n#b.#\n\n 1^1. a-walking.\n\n 1^4. weel to what.\n\n 2^{1,2}. The youngest to the eldest said, Blythe and merrie how\n can we be.\n\n 2^3. were.\n\n 3\u20135.\n \u2018An ye wad be merrie, an ye wad be sad,\n What the better wad billy Archie be?\n Unless I had thirty men to mysell,\n And a\u2019to ride in my cumpanie.\n\n \u2018Ten to hald the horses\u2019 heads,\n And other ten the watch to be,\n And ten to break up the strong prison\n Where billy Archie he does lie.\u2019\n\n Then up and spak him mettled John Hall\n (The luve of Teviotdale aye was he);\n \u2018An I had eleven men to mysell,\n It\u2019s aye the twalt man I wad be.\u2019\n\n Then up bespak him coarse Ca\u2019field\n (I wot and little gude worth was he);\n \u2018Thirty men is few anew,\n And a\u2019 to ride in our companie.\u2019\n\n 6^2. on the.\n\n 6^3. the _wanting_.\n\n 6^4, 18^4. there _for_ a\u2019.\n\n 7^3. shoon _for_ feet.\n\n 7^4. it\u2019s unkensome.\n\n _After 7_:\n \u2018There lives a smith on the water-side\n Will shoe my little black mare for me,\n And I\u2019ve a crown in my pocket,\n And every groat of it I wad gie.\u2019\n\n \u2018The night is mirk, and it\u2019s very mirk,\n And by candle-light I canna weel see;\n The night is mirk, and it\u2019s very pit mirk,\n And there will never a nail ca right for me.\u2019\n\n \u2018Shame fa you and your trade baith!\n Canna beet a good fellow by your mystery;\n But leeze me on thee, my little black mare!\n Thou\u2019s worth thy weight in gold to me.\u2019\n\n 8^1. a _wanting_.\n\n 8^2. And there: upon.\n\n 8^4. And they lighted there right speedilie.\n\n 9^1. There\u2019s five.\n\n 9^2. will watchmen be.\n\n 9^3. ye a\u2019.\n\n 10^1. spak him mettled John Hall.\n\n 10^2. of _wanting_.\n\n 11 _wanting._\n\n 12^3. and we.\n\n 12^4. Ca\u2019field.\n\n 13 _wanting._\n\n 14^2. bended low back his knee.\n\n 14^3. that _wanting_.\n\n 14^4. Loup frae the.\n\n 15^2. stair.\n\n 15^{3\u20136} _wanting._\n\n 16^1. The black mare stood ready at.\n\n 16^2. And _wanting_: I wot a foot neer stirred she.\n\n 16^3. Till _wanting_.\n\n 16^4. And that was her gold.\n\n 17^2. And wow: speedilie.\n\n 17^{3,4} _wanting._\n\n 18^{1,2}. The live-lang night these twelve men rade, And aye till\n they were right wearie.\n\n 18^4. lighted there right.\n\n 19^1. then Dickie.\n\n 19^3. file the irons frae.\n\n 19^4. For forward, forward.\n\n 20^1. hadna filed.\n\n 20^3. When out and spak.\n\n 20^4. O dinna you see.\n\n 21^2. Wi a.\n\n 21^{3,4}. This night will be our lyke-wake night, The morn the day\n we a\u2019 maun die.\n\n 22^1. was mounting, mounting.\n\n 22^3. Annan water.\n\n 23, 24.\n \u2018My mare is young and very skeigh,\n And in o the weil she will drown me;\u2019\n \u2018But ye\u2019ll take mine, and I\u2019ll take thine,\n And sune through the water we sall be.\u2019\n\n Then up and spak him coarse Ca\u2019field\n (I wot and little gude worth was he):\n \u2018We had better lose ane than lose a\u2019 the lave;\n We\u2019ll lose the prisoner, we\u2019ll gae free.\u2019\n\n \u2018Shame fa you and your lands baith!\n Wad ye een your lands to your born billy?\n But hey! bear up, my bonnie black mare,\n And yet thro the water we sall be.\u2019\n\n 25^2. And wow.\n\n 25^4. drunkily.\n\n 26^3. there is an ale-house here.\n\n 26^4. thee ae.\n\n 27, 28 _wanting._\n\n 29^1. irons, quo Lieutenant Gordon.\n\n 29^2. For _wanting_.\n\n 29^3. The shame a ma, quo mettled John Ha.\n\n 30^3. Yestreen I was.\n\n 30^4. now this morning am I free.\n\n#C.#\n\n 5^2. Sae that?\n\n#D.#\n\n _Slightly changed by Motherwell in printing._\n\n 2^1, 15^1, 18^2. Oh.\n\n#E.#\n\n The ancient and veritable ballad of \u2018Bold Dickie,\u2019 as sung by A.\n M. Watson, and remembered and rendered by his son, J. M. Watson.\n\n\n\n\n ADDITIONS AND CORRECTIONS\n\n\n VOL. I.\n\n\n 1. Riddles Wisely Expounded.\n\nP. 1 a. Guess or die. A grim kemp, an unco knicht, asks nine riddles of\na young man; all are guessed; wherefore the kemp says it shall go well\nwith him. Kristensen, Skattegraveren, II, 97 ff., 154 f., Nos 457, 458,\n724; V, 49, No 454.\n\n\n 2. The Elfin Knight.\n\nP. 6. Nigra, No 118, p. 483, \u2018Che mestiere \u00e8 il vostro?\u2019 A sempstress to\nmake a shirt without stitch or seam; a mason to make a room without\nbricks and mortar.\n\n7 b, second paragraph. Add: \u2018Store Fordringer,\u2019 Kristensen\u2019s\nSkattegraveren, II, 8, No 6.\n\n\n 3. The Fause Knight upon the Road.\n\nP. 20. \u2018Kall og svein ungi,\u2019 Hammershaimb, F\u00e6r\u00f8sk Anthologi, p. 283, No\n36 (three versions), is another piece of this kind. The boat is in all\nthe copies, Scottish, Swedish, and F\u00e4r\u00f6e.\n\nM. Gaidoz, M\u00e9lusine, IV, 207, cites a passage from Plutarch\u2019s life of\nNuma, c. 15, which is curiously like this ballad. The question being\nwhat is the proper expiatory sacrifice when divine displeasure has been\nindicated by thunderbolts, Zeus instructs Numa that it must be made with\nheads. Onions\u2019? interposes Numa. With _men\u2019s_\u2014says Zeus. Hairs? suggests\nNuma. With LIVE\u2014says Zeus. Sardines? puts in Numa.\n\n\n 4. Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight.\n\nP. 22. #E# is given from singing and recitation in Shropshire Folk-Lore,\nedited by Charlotte Sophia Burne, 1883\u201386, p. 548.\n\nMr W. H. Babcock has recently printed the following version, as sung in\na Virginian family from \u201cthe corner between the Potomac and the Blue\nRidge:\u201d The Folk-Lore Journal, VII, 28.\n\n WILSON.\n\n 1\n Wilson, sitting in his room one day,\n With his true-love on his knee,\n Just as happy as happy could be, be, be,\n Just as happy as happy could be,\n\n 2\n \u2018Do you want for fee?\u2019 said she,\n \u2018Or do you want for gold?\n Or do you want a handsome ladye,\n More handsomer than me?\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018I do want for fee,\u2019 said he,\n \u2018And I do want for gold;\n But I don\u2019t want a handsomer ladye,\n More handsomer than thee.\n\n 4\n \u2018Go get some of your father\u2019s fee,\n And some of your father\u2019s gold,\n And two of the finest horses he has,\n And married we will be, be, be,\n And married we will be.\u2019\n\n 5\n She mounted on the milk-white steed,\n And he the iron-grey,\n And when they got to the broad waterside\n It was six hours and a half till day.\n\n 6\n \u2018Get down, get down! my pretty fair maid,\n Get down, get down!\u2019 said he;\n \u2018For it\u2019s nine of the king\u2019s daughters I\u2019ve drowned here,\n And the tenth one you shall be.\n\n 7\n \u2018Take off, take off that costly silk,\n For it is a costly thing;\n It cost your father too much bright gold\n To drown your fair body in.\n\n 8\n \u2018In stooping down to cut the cords round,\n Sing, Turn your back on me;\u2019\n And with all the strength this lady had,\n She pushed him right into the sea.\n\n 9\n \u2018Help me out! my pretty fair miss,\n O help me out!\u2019 said he,\n \u2018And we\u2019ll go down to the Catholic church,\n And married we will be.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018Lie there, lie there! you false-hearted man,\n Lie there, lie there!\u2019 said she,\n \u2018For it\u2019s nine of the king\u2019s daughters you\u2019ve drowned here,\n But the tenth one\u2019s drowned thee.\u2019\n\n 11\n She mounted on the milk-white steed,\n And led the iron-grey,\n And when she got to her own father\u2019s house\n It was three hours and a half till day.\n\n 12\n While she was walking in the room,\n Which caused the parrot to wake,\n Said he, What\u2019s the matter, my pretty fair miss,\n That you\u2019re up so long before day?\n\n 13\n \u2018Hush up, hush up! my pretty little parrot,\n Don\u2019t tell no tales on me;\n Your cage shall be lined with sweet may gold,\n And the doors of ivorie.\u2019\n\n 14\n While they were talking all of this,\n Which caused the old man to wake,\n Said, What\u2019s the matter, my pretty little parrot,\n That you chatter so long before day?\n\n 15\n \u2018The cat she sprung against my cage,\n And surely frightened me,\n And I called for the pretty fair miss\n To drive the cat away.\u2019\n\n(1 lacks the third verse; in 2^{1,2}, 3^{1,2}, 4^{1,2}, _fee_ and _gold_\nshould be exchanged; in 12^2, 14^2, _wake_ should perhaps be _say_.)\n\n26 b. Add these Danish copies: Kristensen, Skattegraveren, I, 210 ff.,\nNos 1198, 1199. (Some stanzas of \u2018Kvindemorderen\u2019 are inserted in No\n932, III, 177.)\n\n29, 34 f. #O#, #P#. #O# is repeated in L\u00fctolf, Sagen, Br\u00e4uche u.\nLegenden, u. s. w., p. 71, No 29, \u2018Sch\u00f6n Anneli;\u2019 #P# in Kurz, Aeltere\nDichter, u. s. w., der Schweizer, I, 117. \u2018Sch\u00f6n Anneli,\u2019 T\u00f6bler,\nSchweizerische Volkslieder, II, 170, No 6, is an edited copy, mainly\n#O#, with use of #P#.\n\n42. A variety of #A# in Revue des Traditions populaires, II, 293,\ncommunicated by A. Gitt\u00e9e, Chanson wallonne, de Bliquy, environs d\u2019Ath.\n\n42 f. A robber has his hand cut off by a girl. Later he marries her. The\nday after the marriage they go on horseback to see his relations. On\ncoming to a wood he says, Do you remember the night when you cut off my\nhand? It is now my turn. He orders her to strip, threatening her with\nhis dagger. When she is in her shift, she begs him to turn away his\neyes, seizes the dagger, and cuts his throat. \u2018Le Voleur des Cr\u00eapes,\u2019\nS\u00e9billot, Contes pop. de la Haute-Bretagne, I, 341, No 62. (G. L. K.)\n\n43 b. \u2018La Fille de Saint-Martin,\u2019 etc. Add: Roland, II, 171, obtained by\nN\u00e9r\u00e9e Qu\u00e9pat.\n\n44 a. Nigra, Canti popolari del Piemonte, 1888, p. 90 ff., No 13, \u2018Un\u2019\nEroina,\u2019 gives five unpublished versions (#B-F#), \u2018La Monferrina,\u2019 #D#,\nbeing #A# of this large and beautiful collection.\n\nAdd also: Giannini, Canti p. della Montagna Lucchese, 1889, p. 143, \u2018La\nLiberatrice;\u2019 Finamore, Storie p. abruzzesi, in Archivio, I, 207, \u2018Lu\nPringepe de Mel\u00e1ne.\u2019\n\n44 b. \u2018Il Corsaro,\u2019 in Nigra\u2019s collection, No 14, p. 106 ff., with the\naddition of another version. For \u2018La Monferrina incontaminata,\u2019 see\nNigra again, \u2018La Fuga,\u2019 No 15, pp. 111 ff.; Finamore, in Archivio, I,\n87, \u2018La Fandell\u2019 e lu Cavaljiere\u2019 (mixed).\n\n#Spanish#, Nos 38\u201341, \u2018Venganza de Honor,\u2019 No 42, \u2018La Hija de la\nViudina,\u2019 Pidal, Asturian Romances, have the incident of the girl\u2019s\nkilling with his own sword or dagger a caballero who offers her\nviolence. The weapon is dropped in the course of a struggle in all but\nNo 40; in this the damsel says, Give me your sword, and see how I would\nwear it.\n\nIt is a commonplace for a pair on horseback to go a long way without\nspeaking. So Pidal, pp. 114, 115, 130, 133, 135, 159:\n\n Siete leguas anduvieron\n sin hablar una palabra.\n\n60 a. #A.# Burden. The song in the Tea-Table Miscellany and the music\nare found in John Squair\u2019s MS., fol. 22, Laing collection, library of\nthe University of Edinburgh, handwriting about 1700. (W. Macmath.)\n\n\n 5. Gil Brenton.\n\nP. 65 b. A ballad from Normandy, published by Legrand, Romania, X, 367,\nIII, which I am surprised to find that I have not mentioned, is a very\ninteresting variety of \u2018Gil Brenton,\u2019 more particularly of the Danish\n\u2018Peder og Malfred.\u2019 It has the attempt at substitution (a sister); the\nwife acknowledges that she had been forced (par ses laquais les bras il\nme bandit); the husband reveals, and proves, that he was the ravisher.\nThe beginning of the Norman ballad, which is lost, would probably have\nhad the feature of the information given the husband by the shepherdess.\nAnother French ballad, corrupted (environs de Redon, Ille-et-Vilaine),\nhas this and the attempt to pass off the sister; the husband kills his\nwife. Music is ordered in the last stanza. Rolland, IV, 70. An Italian\nand a Breton ballad which begin like the Danish, but proceed\ndifferently, are spoken of under \u2018Fair Janet,\u2019 No 64, II, 102 f.. See\nnow Nigra\u2019s \u2018Fidanzata infedele\u2019 in his collection, No 34, p. 197.\n\n\n 6. Willie\u2019s Lady.\n\nP. 82. \u2018Hustru og mands moder,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren, I, 73, No\n436, VII, 97, No 651; \u2018Barselkvinden,\u2019 the same, II, 10, No 7. (The\ntale, p. 83 b, is reprinted by inadvertence, I, 73, No 234.)\n\n\n 7. Earl Brand.\n\nP. 88 a. #B.# \u201cThe copy principally used in this edition of the ballad\nwas supplied by Mr Sharpe.\u201d Scott. \u201cThe Douglas Tragedy was taught me by\na nurserymaid, and was so great a favorite that I committed it to paper\nas soon as I was able to write.\u201d Sharpe\u2019s Letters, ed. Allardyce, I,\n135, August 5, 1802. Sharpe was born in 1781.\n\n88 b. \u2018Hr. Kibolt,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren, VI, 17, No 257, is a\ngood copy of \u2018Ribold og Guldborg.\u2019 It has the testaments at the end,\nlike several others (see I, 144 b).\n\n89\u201391 a. \u2018Stolt Hedelil,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren, I, 68, No 231, is\nanother version of \u2018Hildebrand og Hilde,\u2019 closely resembling #G#. So is\n\u2018Den mislykkede flugt,\u2019 the same, VIII, 17, No 24, with the proper\ntragic conclusion. Both are inferior copies.\n\n92 a and 489 b. Add: #K#, \u2018Kung Vallemo ock liten Kerstin,\u2019 Bergstr\u00f6m\nock Nordlander, Nyare Bidrag, o. s. v., p. 101.\n\n95 b, 96, 489. I have omitted to mention the effect of _naming_ on\n\u2018Clootie\u2019 in No 1, #C# 19, I, 5:\n\n As sune as she the fiend did name,\n He flew awa in a blazing flame.\n\nThe Alpthier loses its power to harm and appears in its proper shape, as\nthis or that person, if called by name: Wuttke, Der deutsche\nVolksaberglaube der Gegenwart, 2d ed., p. 257. Were-wolves appear in\ntheir proper human shape on being addressed by their name: Wilhelm\nHertz, Der Werwolf, pp. 61, 84, Ulrich Jahn, Volkssagen aus Pommern u.\nR\u00fcgen, pp. 386\u20137. An enchanted prince is freed when his name is\npronounced: Meier, No 53, p. 188 and n., p. 311. \u201cThere was in the\nengagement a man [on the side of Hades] who could not be vanquished\nunless his name could be discovered:\u201d Myvyrian Archaiology of Wales, I,\n167, as quoted by Rhys, Celtic Mythology, Hibbert Lectures, p. 244. (G.\nL. K.)\n\n96 ff., 489, II, 498. Plants from lovers\u2019 graves.\n\nAdd: #Portuguese#, Rom\u00e9ro, II, 157, two pines.\n\n#Italian#, Nigra, No 18, \u2018Le due Tombe,\u2019 p. 125 ff.\n\n#A.# The lovers are buried apart, one in the church, one outside, a\npomegranate springs from the man\u2019s grave, an almond-tree from the\nmaid\u2019s; they grow large enough to shade three cities! #B.# A pomegranate\nis planted on the man\u2019s grave, a hazel on the maid\u2019s; they shade the\ncity, and interlock. #C.# An almond-tree is planted on the maid\u2019s grave,\nand is cut down. #D.# The lovers are buried as in #A# (and #C#), an\nalmond-tree grows from the grave of the man, a jessamine from the\nmaid\u2019s. See also No 19, \u2018Fior di Tomba,\u2019 where, however, there is but\none grave, which is to contain the maid\u2019s parents as well as her lover.\nThe same phenomenon in the fragments #E#, #F#. \u2018Il Castello d\u2019Oviglio,\u2019\nFerraro, Canti p. monferrini, No 45, p. 64, is another version of this\nballad. A pomegranate springs up at the maid\u2019s feet, and shades three\ncities. Cf. \u2018La Mort des deux Amants,\u2019 Rolland, I, 247, No 125.\n\n#Roumanian.# \u2018Ring and Handkerchief\u2019 also in Marienescu, Balade, p. 50:\ncited in M\u00e9lusine, IV. 142.\n\n97 b and 489 f., II, 498 a. #Bulgarian#, Miladinof, B\u00f9lgarski narodni\np\u011bsni, p. 455, No 497, translated by Krauss, Sagen u. M\u00e4rchen der\nS\u00fcdslaven, II, 427; the youth as rose-tree, the maid as grape-vine.\nCited by G. Meyer in M\u00e9lusine, IV, 87. #Little-Russian#, plane-trees of\nthe two sexes; cited by J. Karlowicz, _ib._, 87 f. Ruthenian (mother\nattempting to poison her son\u2019s wife poisons both wife and son),\nHerrmann, Ethnologische Mittheilungen, 205 f.; buried on different sides\nof the church, plants meet over the roof of the church, the mother tries\nto cut them down, and while so engaged is turned into a pillar.\n\n#Servian.# Vuk, I, No 342, II, No 30; youth, pine, maid, grape-vine.\nKrasi\u0107, p. 105, No 21, p. 114, No 26; vine and pine, vine twines round\npine. #Bulgarian#, Miladinof, p. 375, No 288, rose and vine.\n#Magyar-Croat#, Kurelac, p. 147, No 444, grape-vine and rose; No 445,\nyouth behind the church, maid before, grape-vine and rose; p. 154, No\n454, rosemary and a white flower (aleluja?). (W. W.)\n\n#Breton.# M\u00e9lusine, III, 453 f. A tree springs from over the young man\u2019s\nheart (but this is an insertion, and not quite beyond suspicion), a rose\nfrom the maid\u2019s. There is another version of the ballad at p. 182 f., in\nwhich une fleur dor\u00e9e grows over the man\u2019s grave, nothing being said of\nhis mistress\u2019s grave, or even of her death.\n\n#Italo-Albanian.# Also in Vigo, Canti p. siciliani, 1857, p. 345, V, and\nthe edition of 1870\u201374, p. 698: cited in M\u00e9lusine, IV, 87.\n\n#Gaelic.# Of Naisi (Naois) and Deirdre. King Conor caused them to be\nburied far apart, but for some days the graves would be found open in\nthe morning and the lovers found together. The king ordered stakes of\nyew to be driven through the bodies, so that they might be kept asunder.\nYew trees grew from the stakes, and so high as to embrace each other\nover the cathedral of Armagh. Transactions of the Gaelic Society of\nDublin, I, 133, 1808.\n\nIn a Scotch-Gaelic version recently obtained, after Naois is put into\nhis grave, Deirdre jumps in, lies down by his side and dies. The bad\nking orders her body to be taken out and buried on the other side of a\nloch. Firs shoot out of the two graves and unite over the loch. The king\nhas the trees cut down twice, but the third time his wife makes him\ndesist from his vengeance on the dead. The original in Transactions of\nthe Gaelic Society of Inverness, XIII, 257; a translation in The Celtic\nMagazine, XIII, 138. (All of these cited by Gaidoz, M\u00e9lusine, IV, 12,\nand 62, note.)\n\n\n 8. Erlinton.\n\n107 b, and also No 53, \u2018Young Beichan,\u2019 I, 463 b. For the Magyar ballads\nof Szil\u00e1gyi and Hagym\u00e1si, see Herrmann, Ethnologische Mittheilungen,\ncols 65\u201366; also col. 215. (A Transylvanian-Saxon ballad, a Roumanian\ntale, and a Transylvanian-Gipsy ballad, which follow, are of more or\nless questionable authenticity: Herrmann, col. 216.)\n\n109. #C#, as well as \u2018Robin Hood and the Pedlars,\u2019 III, 170, are found\nin a manuscript pretended to be of about 1650, but are written in a\nforged hand of this century. I do not feel certain that the ballads\nthemselves, bad as they are, are forgeries, and accordingly give the\nvariations of Gutch\u2019s Robin Hood from the manuscript, not regarding\nspelling.\n\n 3^2. hold good.\n\n 3^4. thou will.\n\n 7^1. thus he.\n\n 10^1. Thorough: I run.\n\n 11^1. [kine?]\n\n 16^3. while.\n\n 19^1. Ile.\n\n 21^3. he lent.\n\n 24^3. be not.\n\n 25^3. eldest.\n\n 28^1. leant.\n\n 29^2. wield. No \u201cFinis\u201d at the end.\n\n\n 9. The Fair Flower of Northumberland.\n\nP. 113. The Servian hero Marko Kraljevi\u0107 is guilty of the same\ningratitude. The daughter of the Moorish king releases him from a long\ncaptivity and makes him rich gifts. He promises to marry her and they go\noff together. During a halt the princess embraces him, and he finds her\nblack face and white teeth so repulsive that he strikes off her head. He\nseeks to atone for his sin by pious foundations. Servian, Vuk, II, No 44\n[Bowring, p. 86]; Croat, Bogi\u0161i\u0107, p. 16; Bulgarian, Miladinof, No 54,\nKa\u010danofskij, No 132. (W. W.)\n\n\n 10. The Twa Sisters.\n\nP. 119. A Danish fragment of nine stanzas in Kristensen\u2019s\nSkattegraveren, IV, 161, No 509.\n\n119 b. Three copies of the Swedish ballad are printed by Wahlfisk,\nBidrag till S\u00f6dermanlands \u00e4ldere Kulturhistoria, No VI, p. 33 f.\n\n124 b, 493 b, II, 498 b.\n\nRudchenko, South Russian Popular Tales, I, No 55: murder of brother\nrevealed by a flute made from a reed that grows from his grave (No 56,\nflute from a willow). II, No 14, murder of a boy killed and eaten by his\nparents revealed by a bird that rises from his bones. (W. W.)\n\nIn a Flemish tale reported in the Revue des Traditions populaires, II,\n125, Janneken is killed by Milken for the sake of a golden basket. The\nmurder is disclosed by a singing rose. In \u2018Les Roseaux qui chantent\u2019 a\nsister kills her brother in a dispute over a bush covered with\n_pain-prunelle_. Roses grow from his grave. A shepherd, hearing them\nsing, cuts a stem of the rose-bush and whistles in it. The usual words\nfollow. Revue des Traditions populaires, II, 365 ff.; cf. S\u00e9billot\u2019s\nlong note, p. 366 ff. Das Fl\u00f6tenrohr (two prose versions), U. Jahn,\nVolkssagen aus Pommern und R\u00fcgen, No 510, pp. 399\u2013401. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 11. The Cruel Brother.\n\nPp. 142 b, 496 a. \u2018Rizzardo bello,\u2019 #E#, \u2018Ruggiero,\u2019 in Mazzatinti,\nCanti p. umbri, p. 286, Bologna, 1883.\n\n143 b. \u2018Hr. Adelbrant og jomfru Lindelil,\u2019 with a testament, again in\nSkattegraveren, I, 5, No I, and V, 17, No 12.\n\n144 a, 496 b. Testaments. A wife who has been gone from home in pursuit\nof her pleasure is so beaten by her husband on her return that she dies.\nShe leaves valuable legacies to her children and a rope to him. Nigra,\nNo 25, \u2018Testamento della Moglie,\u2019 p. 159.\n\n144 b. \u2018R\u00e6vens Arvegods,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren, II, 192 ff, Nos\n774\u201378, and VIII, 209, No 810.\n\n\n 12. Lord Randal.\n\nPp. 152, 498. #Italian.# Add #G#, #H#, #I#, Nigra, No 26, #A#, #B#, #C#,\n\u2018Testamento dell\u2019 Avvelenato.\u2019 #J.# \u2018L\u2019Amante avvelenato,\u2019 Giannini, No\n27, p. 199. #K.# \u2018Mamma e Figghiolo,\u2019 Nerucci, in Archivio, II, 526.\n\n154 b, 498 b. \u2018A meget\u00e9tt J\u00e1nos\u2019 in Arany and Gyulai, III, 7, Kriza.\n\n156 a. \u2018Donna Lombarda\u2019 is now No 1 of Nigra\u2019s collection, where it is\ngiven in sixteen versions.\n\n156 b, 499 a, II, 499 a. Slavic ballads of the sister that poisons her\nbrother, etc. Add: Servian, Rajkowi\u0107, No 251. Compare, Bulgarian,\nMiladinof, No 262; Croat, Ma\u017eurani\u0107, p. 152, Sammlung der Zeitschrift\n\u2018Na\u0161a Sloga,\u2019 II, No 158; Slovenian, Koritko, IV, No 47.\u2014In Golovatsky,\nII, 584, a mother asks her son whether he supped with the widow. He\nsupped with her, the witch. What did she cook for him? A small fish.\nWhere did she catch it, dress it? Did she eat any of it? No, her head\nached. Did the children? No, they went to bed.\u2014In Verkovi\u0107, No 317, p.\n350, the fair Stana is poisoned by her husband\u2019s parents with a snake\ngiven as a fish. (W. W.)\n\nA Ruthenian ballad of a mother attempting to poison her son\u2019s wife, and\npoisoning the pair, Herrmann, in Ethnologische Mittheilungen, col. 205\nf.\n\nA Slovak ballad of this sort in Koll\u00e1r, Narodnie Zpiewanky, II, 32,\ntranslated by Herrmann, 91 f., No 3; and another version of the same\ncol. 204 f., No 7. Roumanian versions, cols 206, 207 f., 209 f., Nos 9,\n10, 12, the last with another story prefixed. See also Herrmann, col.\n90, No 1, 92 f., Nos 4, 5, 208 f., No 11, for poisoning-ballads, and his\nreferences at the top of col. 211.\n\n\n 13. Edward.\n\nPp. 167 b, 501 b. Another copy of \u2018Sven i Roseng\u00e5rd,\u2019 #F#, is printed by\nAminson in Bidrag till S\u00f6dermanlands \u00e4ldere Kulturhistoria, No V, p. 12,\neleven stanzas. The swain has killed his sister.\n\n168 b. #Danish.# Four concluding stanzas (When?) in Kristensen\u2019s\nSkattegraveren, II, 100, No 459.\n\n\n 14. Babylon, or, The Bonnie Banks o Fordie.\n\nP. 170. Add:\n\n\n F\n\n \u201cIn Gipsy Tents,\u201d by Francis Hindes Groome, p. 143.\n\n 1\n There were three sisters going from home,\n All in a lea and alony, oh\n They met a man, and he made them stand,\n Down by the bonny banks of Airdrie, oh.\n\n 2\n He took the first one by the hand,\n He turned her round, and he made her stand.\n\n 3\n Saying, Will you be a robber\u2019s wife?\n Or will you die by my penknife?\n\n 4\n \u2018Oh, I wont be a robber\u2019s wife,\n But I will die by your penknife.\u2019\n\n 5\n Then he took the second by her hand,\n He turned her round, and he made her stand.\n\n 6\n Saying, Will you be a robber\u2019s wife?\n Or will you die by my penknife?\n\n 7\n \u2018Oh, I wont be a robber\u2019s wife,\n But I will die by your penknife.\u2019\n\n 8\n He took the third one by the hand,\n He turned her round, and he made her stand.\n\n 9\n Saying, Will you be a robber\u2019s wife?\n Or will you die by my penknife?\n\n 10\n \u2018Oh, I wont be a robber\u2019s wife,\n And I wont die by your penknife.\n\n 11\n \u2018If my two brothers had been here,\n You would not have killed my sisters two.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018What was your two brothers\u2019 names?\u2019\n \u2018One was John, and the other was James.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018Oh, what did your two brothers do?\u2019\n \u2018One was a minister, the other such as you.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Oh, what is this that I have done?\n I have killed my sisters, all but one.\n\n 15\n \u2018And now I\u2019ll take out my penknife,\n And here I\u2019ll end my own sweet life.\u2019\n\nP. 173, II, 499. Add to the French ballad: \u2018Le Passage du Bois,\u2019 V.\nSmith, Chants p. du Velay et du Forez, Romania, X, 205; \u2018La Doulento,\u2019\nArbaud, I, 120; Po\u00e9sies p. de la France, MS., IV, fol. 442, printed in\nRolland, III, 55. With these belong \u2018La Ragazza assassinata,\u2019 Nigra, No\n12, three versions, p. 85 ff.; \u2018La Vergine uccisa,\u2019 Ferraro, Canti p.\nmonferrini, p. 17.\n\n\n 15. Leesome Brand.\n\nP. 179 a. #Danish#, II. \u2018Rosenelle og hr. Agervold,\u2019 Kristensen,\nSkattegraveren, I, 65, No 230, is an important variety of Redselille og\nMedelvold. Another version, III, 82, No 260, \u2018Rosenelle og hr.\nMedervold.\u2019 In both of these the knight is the lady\u2019s brother.\n\n#Swedish#, II. A copy of \u2018Lilla Lisa och Herr Nedervall\u2019 is printed by\nAminson, Bidrag, o. s. v., No 5, p. 17.\n\n\n 16. Sheath and Knife.\n\nP. 185. Mr Macmath has found the following ballad in Motherwell\u2019s\nhandwriting, on a half-sheet of paper. It is not completely intelligible\n(why should Lady Ann be left in the death-throe, to bury herself?), but\nundoubtedly belongs here. The first stanza agrees with #D#.\n\n\n E\n\n 1\n One king\u2019s daughter said to anither,\n Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair\n \u2018We\u2019ll gae ride like sister and brither.\u2019\n And we\u2019ll neer gae down to the brume nae mair\n\n 2\n \u2018We\u2019ll ride doun into yonder valley,\n Whare the greene green trees are budding sae gaily.\n\n 3\n \u2018Wi hawke and hounde we will hunt sae rarely,\n And we\u2019ll come back in the morning early.\u2019\n\n 4\n They rade on like sister and brither,\n And they hunted and hawket in the valley thegether.\n\n 5\n \u2018Now, lady, hauld my horse and my hawk,\n For I maun na ride, and I downa walk.\n\n 6\n \u2018But set me doun be the rute o this tree,\n For there hae I dreamt that my bed sall be.\u2019\n\n 7\n The ae king\u2019s dochter did lift doun the ither,\n And she was licht in her armis like ony fether.\n\n 8\n Bonnie Lady Ann sat doun be the tree,\n And a wide grave was houkit whare nane suld be.\n\n 9\n The hawk had nae lure, and the horse had nae master,\n And the faithless hounds thro the woods ran faster.\n\n 10\n The one king\u2019s dochter has ridden awa,\n But bonnie Lady Ann lay in the deed-thraw.\n\n _Some words are difficult to read._\n\n 2. sae _wanting in burden_ 1.\n\n 3^1. hunt? growis fair _in burden_ 1.\n\n 5^1. _Originally_ Oh hauld my bridle and stirrup. Ann, _or_ come,\n _is written over_ Oh.\n\n 9^2. faithless?\n\nThe lost knife here in #A# 8\u201310, #B# 5, and in \u2018Leesome Brand,\u2019 No 15,\n36\u201341, appears in \u2018The Squire of Low Degree,\u2019 Percy Folio, III, 267, vv.\n117\u2013126 (not in the version printed by Ritson and by Hazlitt).\n\n \u2018Daughter,\u2019 he sais, \u2018ffor whose sake\n Is _tha_t sorrow _tha_t still thou makes?\u2019\n \u2018Ffather,\u2019 shee sais, \u2019as I doe see,\n Itt is ffor no man in Christentye;\n Ffather,\u2019 shee sayes, \u2019as I doe thriue,\n Itt is ffor noe man this day aliue.\n Ffor yesterday I lost my kniffe;\n Much rather had I haue lost my liffe!\u2019\n \u2018My daughter,\u2019 he sayes, \u2018if itt be but a blade,\n I can gett another as good made.\u2019\n \u2018Ffather,\u2019 shee sais, \u2018there is neuer a smith but one\n _Tha_t [can] smith you such a one.\u2019\n\n (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 17. Hind Horn.\n\nP. 193 (2). \u2018Hr. Lovmand\u2019 in Kristensen\u2019s Skattegraveren, VIII, 49, No\n115.\n\n194 ff., 502 f., II, 499 b.\n\nAccording to a Devonshire tradition given by Mrs Bray, Traditions of\nDevonshire, II, 172 (II, 32, of the new ed. of 1879, which has a fresh\ntitle, The Borders of the Tamar and the Tavy), Sir Francis Drake, having\nbeen abroad seven years, was apprised by one of his devils that his wife\nwas about to marry again. He immediately discharged one of his great\nguns up through the earth. The cannon-ball \u201cfell with a loud explosion\nbetween the lady and her intended bridegroom,\u201d who were before the\naltar. In another version, known to Southey and communicated by him to\nMrs Bray (as above, II, 174; new ed., II, 33, 34), the marriage is\nbroken off by a large stone (no doubt a gun-stone) which falls on the\nlady\u2019s train as she is on her way to church. Drake, in this version,\nreturns in disguise, but is recognized by his smile. See for various\nstories of the same kind, \u2018Iouenn Kerm\u00e9nou,\u2019 Luzel, Contes pop. de\nBasse-Bretagne, I, 416; \u2018Der todte Schuldner,\u2019 Zingerle, Zeitschrift f\u00fcr\ndeutsche Mythologie, II, 367; \u2018De witte Sw\u00e2ne,\u2019 Woeste, the same, III,\n46, translated from the Markish dialect by Simrock, \u2018Der gute Gerhard,\u2019\nu. s. w., p. 75; Vernaleken, Mythen u. Br\u00e4uche des Volkes in\nOesterreich, p. 372; Vernaleken, Kinder- u. Hausm\u00e4rchen, No 54, p. 315\nf.; J. H. Knowles, Folk-Tales of Kashmir, p. 184 f.; Prym u. Socin,\nSyrische Sagen u. M\u00e4rchen, No 20, II, 72. (G. L. K.)\n\nPp. 198 b, 502 b, II, 499 b. An Italian form of \u2018Le Retour du Mari\u2019 is\n\u2018Il Ritorno del Soldato,\u2019 Nigra, No 28^b, p. 174.\n\nAnother Italian ballad has some of the points in the story of Horn. A\nman goes off for seven years immediately after marriage; the woman\nlooking out towards the sea perceives a pilgrim approaching; he asks for\ncharity, and makes what seems an impudent suggestion, for which she\nthreatens him with punishment. But how if I were your husband? Then you\nwould give me some token. He pulls out his wedding-ring from under his\ncloak. \u2018Il finto [falso] Pellegrino,\u2019 Bernoni, ix, no 7, Ferraro, C. p.\nmonferrini, p. 33, Giannini, p. 151 (nearly the same in Archivio, VI,\n361); \u2018La Moglie fedele,\u2019 Wolf, p. 59, No 81, Ive, p. 334; \u2018Bennardo,\u2019\nNerucci, in Archivio, III, 44.\n\nTo the Portuguese ballads, I, 502 b, add \u2018A bella Infanta,\u2019 Bellermann,\np. 100.\n\nAdd to the Polish ballads, p. 502 b: Roger, p. 13, Nos 25, 26.\n\nWith the Slavic ballads belong: Servian, Vuk, III, No 25; Bulgarian,\nMiladinof, Nos 65, 66, 111, 573, Ka\u010danovskiy, Nos 68\u201373, 112. (W. W.)\n\n\n202 a. The three singing laverocks in #B# 3, #F# 4, (cf. #A# 3,) are to\nbe taken as curiosities of art. Artificial singing-birds are often\nmentioned in the earlier times, (by Sir John Mandeville for instance):\nsee Liebrecht, Volkskunde, p. 89 f., No 5. Such birds, and artificially\nhissing snakes, occur in the Great-Russian bylina of Djuk Stepanovi\u0107;\ncf. Wollner, Untersuchungen \u00fc. d. grossr. Volksepik, p. 134 f. (W. W.)\n\n205. #G# would have been printed as it stands in Kinloch MSS VII, 117,\nhad the volume been in my possession. The copy principally used in\nKinloch\u2019s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 138, was derived from the\neditor\u2019s niece, M. Kinnear. Readings of another copy are written in\npencil over the transcript of the first in places, and as the name\n\u201cChristy Smith\u201d is also written at the beginning in pencil, it may be\nsupposed that these readings were furnished by this Christy Smith.\nKinloch adopted some of these readings into the copy which appears in\nhis book, and he introduced others which seem to be his own. The\nreadings of the Kinnear copy not retained by Kinloch will now be given\nunder #a#, and those supplied (as may be supposed) by Christy Smith\nunder #b#.\n\n#a.#\n\n 1^2. Whare was ye born? or frae what cuntrie?\n\n 3^1. a gay gowd wand.\n\n 4^1. a silver ring.\n\n 5^1. Whan that ring.\n\n 6^1. Whan that ring.\n\n 7^2. Till he cam.\n\n 8^1. Whan he lookit to.\n\n 8^2. Says, I wish.\n\n 9^2. Until he cam till.\n\n 10^1. met with.\n\n 10^2. It was with.\n\n 11^1. my puir auld man.\n\n 13^1. to me.\n\n 13^2. I\u2019ll lend you.\n\n 15^1. He has changed wi the puir auld.\n\n 16^1. What is the way that ye use.\n\n 16^2. words that.\n\n 18^1, 22^1. to yon town end.\n\n 19^2. your Hynde (your _struck out_).\n\n 23^2. his Hynde (his _struck out_).\n\n 24^1. he took na frae ane.\n\n 27^1. But he drank his glass.\n\n 27^2. Into it he dropt.\n\n 30^2. to your.\n\n 34^2. him evermair.\n\n 36^1. The red: oure them aw.\n\n#b.#\n\n 1^2. in what.\n\n 2^1. greenwud\u2019s.\n\n 2^2. have left.\n\n 3^1. a silver wand.\n\n 4^1. And my love gave me a gay gowd ring.\n\n 5^1. As lang as that ring.\n\n 7^2. Till that he cam.\n\n 9^2. Until that.\n\n 10^2. a jolly beggar man.\n\n 15^1. _struck out in pencil._\n\n 18^1. And whan: yonder down.\n\n 20^2. Unless it be frae.\n\n 22^1. yonder down.\n\n 24^1. But he wad tak frae nane.\n\n 34^2. for evermair.\n\n\n 19. King Orfeo.\n\nP. 217. The first half of the Norse burden is more likely to have been,\noriginally, what would correspond to the Danish Skoven [er] herlig gr\u00f6n,\nor, Skoven herlig gr\u00f6nnes. In the other half, gr\u00fcn forbids us to look\nfor hjort in giorten, where we are rather to see Danish urt (English\nwort), Icelandic jurt: so that this would be, in Danish, Hvor urten hun\ngr\u00f6nnes herlig. (Note of Mr. Axel Olrik.)\n\n\n 20. The Cruel Mother.\n\nP. 218 b. #Danish.# \u2018I d\u00f8lgsm\u00e5l,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren, V, 98, No\n644; corrupted.\n\n(#N#, #O# should be #O#, #P#, II, 500: see I, 504.)\n\n\n Q\n\n\u2018The Cruel Mother,\u2019 Shropshire Folk-Lore, edited by Charlotte Sophia\nBurne, 1883\u201386, p. 540; \u201csung by Eliza Wharton and brothers, children of\ngipsies, habitually travelling in North Shropshire and Staffordshire,\n13th July, 1885.\u201d\n\n 1\n There was a lady, a lady of York,\n Ri fol i diddle i gee wo\n She fell a-courting in her own father\u2019s park.\n Down by the greenwood side, O\n\n 2\n She leaned her back against the stile,\n There she had two pretty babes born.\n\n 3\n And she had nothing to lap \u2019em in,\n But she had a penknife sharp and keen.\n\n 4\n . . . . . . . .\n There she stabbed them right through the heart.\n\n 5\n She wiped the penknife in the sludge;\n The more she wiped it, the more the blood showed.\n\n 6\n As she was walking in her own father\u2019s park,\n She saw two pretty babes playing with a ball.\n\n 7\n \u2018Pretty babes, pretty babes, if you were mine,\n I\u2019d dress you up in silks so fine.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Dear mother, dear mother, [when we were thine,]\n You dressed us not in silks so fine.\n\n 9\n \u2018Here we go to the heavens so high,\n You\u2019ll go to bad when you do die.\u2019\n\n219 b, 504 a, II, 500 a. (#M# at this last place should be #O#.) Add:\n#P#, \u2018Die Sch\u00e4ferstochter,\u2019 as sung in the neighborhood of K\u00f6slin,\nUlrich Jahn, Volkssagen aus Pommern u. R\u00fcgen, No 393, p. 310 f. (G. L.\nK.)\n\n\nA Magyar-Croat ballad of the same tenor as the German, Kurelac, p. 150,\nNo 451. (W. W.)\n\n\n 21. The Maid and the Palmer.\n\nP. 228 a. #Danish.# Another copy of \u2018Synderinden \u2019 in Kristensen\u2019s\nSkattegraveren, VII, 81, No 505.\n\n230 b. #Slavic.# Su\u0161il, No 3, p. 2, closely resembles Moravian #A#; the\nwoman is turned to stone. In a variant, p. 3, she has had fifty\nparamours, and again in a Little-Russian ballad, Golovatsky, I, 235, No\n68, seventy. In this last, after shrift, the sinner is dissipated in\ndust. (W. W.)\n\n231. #French.# Add: Victor Smith, Chants du Velay et du Forez, Romania\nIV, 439 (the conversion, p. 438); Chabaneau, Revue des Langues Romanes,\nXXIX, 265, 267, 268.\n\n#Catalan.# \u2018Santa Magdalena,\u2019 conversion and penance, Miscel\u00e1nea\nFolk-L\u00f3rica, 1887, p. 119, No 8. The Samaritan Woman, simply, p. 118, No\n7.\n\n\n 22. St Stephen and Herod.\n\nP. 234 a. \u2018Rudisar v\u00edsa\u2019 is now No 11 of Hammershaimb\u2019s F\u00e6r\u00f8sk\nAnthologi, p. 39. There are two other copies.\n\n237. \u2018Skuin over de groenelands heide,\u2019 Dykstra en van der Meulen, p.\n121, resembles the Breton stories, but lacks the miracle of the capon.\n\n239. Miracle of the roasted cock. Jesus visits a Jew on Easter Sunday\nand reproaches him with not believing in the resurrection. The Jew\nreplies that Jesus having been put to death it was as impossible for him\nto come to life again as it would be for a roast chicken which lies\nbefore them. Faith can do anything, says Jesus. The fowl comes to life\nand lays eggs; the Jew has himself baptized. Kostomarof, Monuments of\nthe older Russian Literature, I, 217. In a note, a Red-Russian ballad is\nmentioned which seems to be identical with Golovatsky, II, 6, No 8. A\nyoung Jewess, who was carrying water, was the first to see Jesus after\nhis resurrection. She tells her father, as he sits at meat, that the God\nof the Russians is risen from the dead. \u201cIf you were not my daughter, I\nwould have you drowned,\u201d says the father. \u201cThe God of the Russians will\nnot rise again till that capon flies up and crows.\u201d The capon does both;\nthe Jew is turned to stone. (W. W.)\n\n\n 25. Willie\u2019s Lyke-Wake.\n\nPp. 247\u201349 a. #Danish.# Add: \u2018V\u00e5gestuen,\u2019 in Kristensen\u2019s\nSkattegraveren, II, 17, No 17; IV, 17, 115, Nos 26, 285.\n\n249 b and 506 a. #Swedish.# Br\u00f6ms Gyllenm\u00e4rs\u2019 visbok has been printed in\nNyare Bidrag, o. s. v., 1887, and the ballad of Herr Carl is No 77, p.\n252. There is an imperfect copy in Bergstr\u00f6m ock Nordlander, Nyare\nBidrag, p. 102, No 9.\n\n250. \u2018Il Genovese\u2019 is given in eight versions, one a fragment, by Nigra,\nNo 41, p. 257.\n\n250, 506 a, II, 502 a. #Bulgarian.# Stojan, who wants to carry off\nBojana, does, at his mother\u2019s advice, everything to bring her within his\nreach. He builds a church, digs a well, plants a garden. All the maids\ncome but her. He then feigns death; she comes with flowers and mourns\nover him; he seizes her; the priest blesses their union. Miladinof, p.\n294, No 185. An old woman, in a like case, advises a young man to feign\ndeath, and brings Bojana to see the body. \u201cWhy,\u201d asks Bojana, \u201cdo his\neyes look as if they had sight, his arms as if they would lay hold of\nme, his feet as if ready to jump up?\u201d \u201cThat is because he died so\nsuddenly,\u201d says the beldam. The youth springs up and embraces Bojana.\nVerkovi\u0107, p. 334, No 304. A Magyar-Croat version begins like this last,\nbut has suffered corruption: Kurelac, p. 148, No. 447. (W. W.)\n\n\n 28. Burd Ellen and Young Tamlane.\n\nP. 256. The first paragraph was occasioned by a misprint in Motherwell\n(corrected at p. cv of his Introduction), and may be dropped. In\nPitcairn\u2019s MS. it is noted that this fragment was obtained from Mrs\nGammell.\n\n\n 29. The Boy and the Mantle.\n\nPp. 268 ff., 507, II, 502.\n\nOn going to war a king gives each of his two daughters a rose. \u201cSi vous\ntombez en faute, quoi que ce soit,\u201d says he, \u201cvos roses fl\u00e9triront.\u201d\nBoth princesses yield to the solicitations of their lovers, so that the\nking, on returning, finds both roses withered, and is grieved thereat.\nVinson, Folk-Lore du Pays Basque, p. 102.\n\nWer ein ausgel\u00f6schtes Licht wieder anblasen kann ist noch Jungfrau oder\nJunggeselle. Wer ein ganz volles Glas zum Munde f\u00fchren kann, ohne einen\nTropfen su versch\u00fctten, ist Junggeselle. Zingerle, Sitten der Tiroler,\np. 35.\n\nThere is a shield in Perceval le Gallois which no knight can wear with\nsafety in a tournament if he is not all that a knight should be, and if\nhe has not, also, \u201cbele amie qui soit loiaus sans trecerie.\u201d Several of\nArthur\u2019s knights try the shield with disastrous results; Perceval is\nmore fortunate. (See 31805\u201331, 31865, 32023\u201348, 32410 ff., Potvin, IV,\n45 ff..)\n\n \u201cVpon the various earth\u2019s embrodered gowne\n There is a weed vpon whose head growes downe;\n Sow-thistle \u2019tis ycleepd; whose downy wreath\n If any one can blow off at a breath,\n We deeme her for a maid.\u201d\n\n (William Browne, Britannia\u2019s Pastorals, Book I, Song 4, Works, ed.\n Hazlitt, p. 103.)\n\nEodem auxilii genere, Tucciae virginis Vestalis, incesti criminis reae,\ncastitas infamiae nube obscurata emersit. Quae conscientia certae\nsinceritatis suae spem salutis ancipiti argumento ausa petere est.\nArrepto enim cribro, \u2018Vesta,\u2019 inquit, \u2018si sacris tuis castas semper\nadmovi manus, effice ut hoc hauriam e Tiberi aquam et in aedem tuam\nperferam.\u2019 Audaciter et temere iactis votis sacerdotis rerum ipsa natura\ncessit. Valerius Maximus, viii, 1, 5. Cf. also Pliny, Hist. Nat.,\nxxviii, 2 (3), and the commentators.\n\nThere was a (qualified) test of priestesses of Ge at \u00c6eg\u00e6 by drinking\nbull\u2019s blood, according to Pausanias, VIII, xxv, 8; cited by H. C. Lea,\nSuperstition and Force, 3d ed., 1878, p. 236 f. (All the above by G. L.\nK.)\n\nA spring in Apollonius Heinrichs von Neustadt blackens the hand of the\nmore serious offender, but in a milder case only the ring-finger, \u201cder\ndie geringste Befleckung nicht ertr\u00e4gt.\u201d W. Grimm\u2019s Kleinere Schriften,\nIII, 446. (C. R. Lanman.)\n\n\n 30. King Arthur and King Cornwall.\n\nP. 274. That this ballad is a traditional variation of Charlemagne\u2019s\nJourney to Jerusalem and Constantinople, was, I am convinced, too\nhastily said. See M. Gaston Paris\u2019s remarks at p. 110 f. of his paper,\nLes romans en vers du cycle de la Table Ronde (Extrait du tome xxx de\nl\u2019Histoire Litt\u00e9raire de la France). The king who thinks himself the\nbest king in the world, etc., occurs (it is Arthur) also in the romance\nof Rigomer: the same, p. 92.\n\n\n 34. Kemp Owyne.\n\nP. 307 b. Add \u2018Linden,\u2019 Kristensen\u2019s Skattegraveren, V, 50, No 455.\n\nA princess in the form of a toad is kissed three times and so\ndisenchanted: Revue des Traditions populaires, III, 475\u20136. A princess in\nthe form of a black wolf must be kissed thrice to be disenchanted:\nVernaleken, Alpensagen, p. 123. A princess persuades a man to attempt\nher release from enchantment. Three successive kisses are necessary. On\nthe first occasion she appears as a serpent; he can kiss her but once.\nThe second attempt is also unsuccessful; she appears as a salamander and\nis kissed twice. The third time she takes the form of a toad, and the\nthree kisses are happily given. Luzel, in the Annuaire de la Soc. des\nTraditions populaires, II, 53. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 35. Allison Gross.\n\nP. 314 a. Hill-maid\u2019s promises. Add: \u2018Bj\u00e6rgjomfruens frieri,\u2019\nKristensen\u2019s Skattegraveren, II, 100, No 460.\n\n\n 37. Thomas Rymer.\n\nP. 319 b, last paragraph. In a Breton story, \u2018La Fleur du Rocher,\u2019\nS\u00e9billot, Contes pop. de la Haute-Bretagne, II, 31, Jean Cate addresses\nthe fairy, when he first sees her, as the Virgin Mary. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 39. Tam Lin.\n\nP. 335. Mr Macmath has found an earlier transcript of #B# in\nGlenriddel\u2019s MSS, VIII, 106, 1789. The variations (except those of\nspelling, which are numerous) are as follows:\n\n 1^2. that wears.\n\n 1^3. go.\n\n 3^3. has snoded.\n\n 3^5. is gaen.\n\n 5^1. had not.\n\n 6^3. comes.\n\n 7^2. give.\n\n 8^{2,4}, 16^{2,4}, 35^{2,4}. above.\n\n 11^1. Out then: gray-head.\n\n 11^3. And ever alas, fair Janet, he says.\n\n 13^3. fair Janet.\n\n 13^4. thow gaes.\n\n 14^1. If I.\n\n 14^3. Ther\u2019e not.\n\n 14^4, 34^4. bairns.\n\n 15^4. ye nae, _wrongly_.\n\n 16^5. she is on.\n\n 19^2. groves green.\n\n 20^1. Thomas.\n\n 20^2. for his.\n\n 20^3. Whether ever.\n\n 22^3. from the.\n\n 22^4. Then from.\n\n 23^3. The Queen o Fairies has.\n\n 23^4. do dwell.\n\n 23^6. Fiend, _wrongly_.\n\n 24^1. is a Hallow-een.\n\n 24^3. And them.\n\n 25^3. Amongst.\n\n 27^1. ride on.\n\n 27^6. gave.\n\n 30^4. wardly.\n\n 31^3. Hald me.\n\n 34^2. then in.\n\n 37^4. And there.\n\n 38^3. Them that hes.\n\n 38^4. Has.\n\n 40^{3,4}. eyes.\n\n 41^1. I kend.\n\n 41^3. I\u2019d.\n\n\n J.\n\n\u2018The Queen of the Fairies,\u2019 Macmath MS., p. 57. \u201cTaken down by me 14th\nOctober, 1886, from the recitation of Mr Alexander Kirk, Inspector of\nPoor, Dalry, in the Stewartry of Kirkcudbright, who learned it about\nfifty years ago from the singing of David Ray, Barlay, Balmaclellan.\u201d\n\nThis copy has been considerably made over, and was very likely learned\nfrom print. The cane in the maid\u2019s hand, already sufficiently occupied,\neither with the Bible or with holy water, is an imbecility such as only\nthe \u201cmakers\u201d of latter days are capable of. (There is a cane in another\nballad which I cannot at this moment recall.)\n\n 1\n The maid that sits in Katherine\u2019s Hall,\n Clad in her robes so black,\n She has to yon garden gone,\n For flowers to flower her hat.\n\n 2\n She had not pulled the red, red rose,\n A double rose but three,\n When up there starts a gentleman,\n Just at this lady\u2019s knee.\n\n 3\n Says, Who\u2019s this pulls the red, red rose?\n Breaks branches off the tree?\n Or who\u2019s this treads my garden-grass,\n Without the leave of me?\n\n 4\n \u2018Yes, I will pull the red, red rose,\n Break branches off the tree,\n This garden in Moorcartney wood,\n Without the leave o thee.\u2019\n\n 5\n He took her by the milk-white hand\n And gently laid her down,\n Just in below some shady trees\n Where the green leaves hung down.\n\n 6\n \u2018Come tell to me, kind sir,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018What before you never told;\n Are you an earthly man?\u2019 said she,\n \u2018A knight or a baron bold?\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018I\u2019ll tell to you, fair lady,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018What before I neer did tell;\n I\u2019m Earl Douglas\u2019s second son,\n With the queen of the fairies I dwell.\n\n 8\n \u2018When riding through yon forest-wood,\n And by yon grass-green well,\n A sudden sleep me overtook,\n And off my steed I fell.\n\n 9\n \u2018The queen of the fairies, being there,\n Made me with her to dwell,\n And still once in the seven years\n We pay a teind to hell.\n\n 10\n \u2018And because I am an earthly man,\n Myself doth greatly fear,\n For the cleverest man in all our train\n To Pluto must go this year.\n\n 11\n \u2018This night is Halloween, lady,\n And the fairies they will ride;\n The maid that will her true-love win\n At Miles Cross she may bide.\u2019\n\n 12\n \u2018But how shall I thee ken, though, sir?\n Or how shall I thee know,\n Amang a pack o hellish wraiths,\n Before I never saw?\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018Some rides upon a black horse, lady,\n And some upon a brown,\n But I myself on a milk-white steed,\n And I aye nearest the toun.\n\n 14\n \u2018My right hand shall be covered, lady,\n My left hand shall be bare,\n And that\u2019s a token good enough\n That you will find me there.\n\n 15\n \u2018Take the Bible in your right hand,\n With God for to be your guide,\n Take holy water in thy left hand,\n And throw it on every side.\u2019\n\n 16\n She\u2019s taen her mantle her about,\n A cane into her hand,\n And she has unto Miles Cross gone,\n As hard as she can gang.\n\n 17\n First she has letten the black pass by,\n And then she has letten the brown,\n But she\u2019s taen a fast hold o the milk-white steed,\n And she\u2019s pulled Earl Thomas doun.\n\n 18\n The queen of the fairies being there,\n Sae loud she\u2019s letten a cry,\n \u2018The maid that sits in Katherine\u2019s Hall\n This night has gotten her prey.\n\n 19\n \u2018But hadst thou waited, fair lady,\n Till about this time the morn,\n He would hae been as far from thee or me\n As the wind that blew when he was born.\u2019\n\n 20\n They turned him in this lady\u2019s arms\n Like the adder and the snake;\n She held him fast; why should she not?\n Though her poor heart was like to break.\n\n 21\n They turned him in this lady\u2019s arms\n Like two red gads of airn;\n She held him fast; why should she not?\n She knew they could do her no harm.\n\n 22\n They turned him in this lady\u2019s arms\n Like to all things that was vile;\n She held him fast; why should she not?\n The father of her child.\n\n 23\n They turned him in this lady\u2019s arms\n Like to a naked knight;\n She\u2019s taen him hame to her ain bower,\n And clothed him in armour bright.\n\n338 a, 507, II, 505 b.\n\nA king transformed into a nightingale being plunged three times into\nwater resumes his shape: Vernaleken, K.-u. H. M\u00e4rchen, No 15, p. 79. In\nGuillaume de Palerne, ed. Michelant, v. 7770 ff., pp. 225, 226, the\nqueen who changes the werewolf back into a man takes care that he shall\nhave a warm bath as soon as the transformation is over; but this may be\nmerely the bath preliminary to his being dubbed knight (as in Li\nChevaliers as Deus Espees, ed. F\u00f6rster, vv. 1547\u201349, p. 50, and L\u2019Ordene\nde Chevalerie, vv. 111\u2013124, Barbazan-M\u00e9on, I, 63, 64). A fairy maiden is\nturned into a wooden statue. This is burned and the ashes thrown into a\npond, whence she immediately emerges in her proper shape. She is next\ndoomed to take the form of a snake. Her lover, acting under advice, cuts\nup a good part of the snake into little bits, and throws these into a\npond. She emerges again. J. H. Knowles, Folk-Tales of Kashmir, p. 468\nff.. (G. L. K.)\n\n339 b, II, 505 b.\n\nFairy salve and indiscreet users of it. See also S\u00e9billot, Contes pop.\nde la Haute-Bretagne, II, 41, 42, cf. I, 122\u20133; the same, Traditions et\nSuperstitions de la Haute-Bretagne, I, 89, 109; the same, Litt. orale de\nla Haute-B., pp. 19\u201323, 24\u201327, and note; Mrs Bray, Traditions of\nDevonshire, 1838, I, 184\u2013188, I, 175 ff. of the new ed. called The\nBorders of the Tamar and the Tavy; \u201cLageniensis\u201d [J. O\u2019Hanlon], Irish\nFolk-Lore, Glasgow, n. d., pp. 48\u201349. In a Breton story a fairy gives a\none-eyed woman an eye of crystal, warning her not to speak of what she\nmay see with it. Disregarding this injunction, the woman is deprived of\nthe gift. S\u00e9billot, Contes pop. de la Haute-Bretagne, II, 24\u201325. (G. L.\nK.)\n\n340. The danger of lying under trees at noon. \u201cIs not this connected\nwith the belief in a \u03b4\u03b1\u03b9\u03bc\u03bf\u03bd\u03b9\u03cc\u03bd \u03bc\u03b5\u03c3\u03b7\u03bc\u03b2\u03c1\u03b9\u03bd\u03cc\u03bd (LXX, Psalm xci, 6)? as to\nwhich see Rochholz, Deutscher Unsterblichkeitsglaube, pp. 62 ff., 67\nff., and cf. Lobeck, Aglaophamus, pp. 1092\u20133.\u201d Kittredge, Sir Orfeo, in\nthe American Journal of Philology, VII, 190, where also there is\nsomething about the dangerous character of orchards. Of processions of\nfairy knights, see p. 189 of the same.\n\nTam o Lin. Add: Tom a Lin, Robert Mylne\u2019s MS. Collection of Scots Poems,\nPart I, 8, 1707. (W. Macmath.)\n\n\n 40. The Queen of Elfan\u2019s Nourice.\n\nP. 358 f., II, 505 b.\n\nMortal women as midwives to fairies, elves, water-sprites, etc. Further\nexamples are: S\u00e9billot, Litt\u00e9rature orale de la Haute-Bretagne, pp.\n19\u201323; the same, Traditions et Superstitions de la Haute-Bretagne, I,\n89, 109; Vinson, Folk-Lore du Pays Basque, pp. 40, 41; Meier, Deutsche\nSagen, u. s. w., aus Schwaben, pp. 16\u201318, 59, 62; Mrs Bray, Traditions\nof Devonshire, 1838, I, 184\u2013188 (in the new ed., which is called The\nBorders of the Tamar and the Tavy, I, 174 ff.); \u201cLageniensis\u201d [J.\nO\u2019Hanlon], Irish Folk Lore, Glasgow, n. d., pp. 48, 49; U. Jahn,\nVolkssagen aus Pommern und R\u00fcgen, pp. 50, 72; Vonbun, Die Sagen\nVorarlbergs, p. 16, cf. p. 6; Vernaleken, Alpensagen, p. 183.\u2014Mortal\nwoman as nurse for fairy child. S\u00e9billot, Contes populaires de la\nHaute-Bretagne, I, 121. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 41. Hind Etin.\n\nP. 361 f. #Danish.# Add: \u2018Jomfruen og dv\u00e6rgen,\u2019 Kristensen,\nSkattegraveren, III, 98, No 393. A fragment of four stanzas, IV, 193, No\n570.\n\n364. #Danish.# Add: \u2018Angenede og havmanden,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren,\nIII, 17, No 34.\n\n\n 42. Clerk Colvill.\n\nP. 379 a, II, 506. Breton #F# is now printed entire (twenty-one stanzas\ninstead of eleven) by Gaidoz, in M\u00e9lusine, IV, 301 ff. (The language\nappears to be Cornish.)\n\n380, II, 506. #A# is printed by Rolland, III, 39; #P#, #Q#, _ib._, p.\n41, p. 37; #T#, _ib._, p. 32, and in Revue des Traditions pop., #I#, 33;\n#X#, by Rolland, III, 45; #GG#, in Revue des T. p., III, 195. The five\nstanzas in Po\u00e9s. pop. de la F., MS., VI, 491 (#MM#), by Rolland, III,\n36.\n\nAdd: #NN#, 38 verses, without indication of place, by C. de Sivry in\nRev. des T. p., II, 24; #OO#, \u2018Le roi L\u00e9ouis,\u2019 Haute-Bretagne, 60\nverses, P. S\u00e9billot, in the same, III, 196.\n\nA Basque version, with a translation, in Rev. des Trad. pop., III, 198.\n\n382 a. #Italian.# #C-F#, #H-K# now in Nigra\u2019s collection, \u2018Morte\nOcculta,\u2019 #A-G#, No 21, p. 142, in a different order. #C#, #D#, #E#,\n#F#, #H#, #I#, #K# are in Nigra now #A#, #C#, #D#, #E#, #G#, #F#, #B#.\nThe fragment spoken of p. 383 b is now Nigra\u2019s No 22, p. 149, \u2018Mal\nferito.\u2019 The tale which follows this is given p. 148 f.\n\n384 a. There are two good Asturian versions in Pidal, \u2018Do\u00f1a Alda,\u2019 Nos\n46, 47, pp. 181, 183. The editor mentions a copy in the second number of\nFolk-Lore Betico-Extreme\u00f1o, much injured by tradition, which is more\nlike the Catalan than the Asturian versions.\n\n\n 43. The Broomfield Hill.\n\nP. 392 b. Sleep-thorns.\n\nSleep-thorns, or something similar, occur in the West Highland tales. In\na story partly reported by Campbell, I, xci, \u201cthe sister put gath nimh,\na poisonous sting or thorn, into the bed, and the prince was as though\nhe were dead for three days, and he was buried. But Knowledge told the\nother two dogs what to do, and they scraped up the prince and took out\nthe thorn, and he came alive again and went home.\u201d So in \u201cThe Widow\u2019s\nSon,\u201d Campbell, II, 296: \u201cOn the morrow he went, but the carlin stuck a\nbior nimh, spike of hurt, in the outside of the door post, and when he\ncame to the church he fell asleep.\u201d In another version of The Widow\u2019s\nSon, II, 297, a \u201cbig pin\u201d serves as the \u201cspike of hurt.\u201d Cf. the needle\nin Haltrich, Deutsche Volksm\u00e4rchen aus dem Sachsenlande in Siebenb\u00fcrgen,\n3d ed., p. 141, No 32. (G. L. K.)\n\n393. Italian ballad. Add: Righi, p. 33, No 96; Nigra, No 77, p. 393, \u2018La\nBevanda sonnifera,\u2019 #A-H#; Giannini, \u2018Il Cavaliere ingannato,\u2019 p. 157;\nFerrari, Biblioteca di Lett. pop. italiana, I, 218, \u2018La bella Brunetta;\u2019\nFinamore, in Archivio, I, 89, La Fandell\u2019 e lu Cavaljiere (mixed);\nNerucci, in Archivio, II, 524, \u2018La Ragazza Fantina;\u2019 Julia, in Archivio,\nVI, 244, \u2018La \u2018nfantina e lu Cavalieri;\u2019 Rondini, in Archivio, VII, 189.\n\nRicordi, Canti p. Lombardi, No 9, \u2018La Moraschina,\u2019 gives the first half\nof the story, with a slight alteration for propriety\u2019s sake.\n\n\n 44. The Twa Magicians.\n\nP. 400 a, II, 506 b. #E#, #F#, partly, in Revue des Traditions\npopulaires, I, 104 f. (#Q# was previously cited as #J#.) #Q.# \u2018Les\nTransformations,\u2019 Avenay, Marne, Gaston Paris, in Rev. des Trad. pop.,\nI, 98; #R#, Haute-Bretagne, S\u00e9billot, the same, p. 100; #S#, Le Morvan,\nTiersot, p. 102; #T#, Tarn-et-Garonne, the same, II, 208. #U.# \u2018Les\nM\u00e9tamorphoses,\u2019 Finist\u00e8re, Rolland, IV, 32, _c_; #V#, environs de Brest,\nthe same, p. 33, _d_. #E# is printed by Rolland, IV, 30, _b_.\n\n#Italian.# A ballad in Nigra, No 59, p. 329, \u2018Amore inevitabile.\u2019\n\n401 a. Vuk, I, No 602, is translated in Bowring\u2019s Servian Popular\nPoetry, p. 195.\n\nIn a Magyar-Croat ballad the lover advises the maid, who has been\nchidden by her mother on his account, if her mother repeats the\nscolding, to turn herself into a fish, then he will be a fisherman, etc.\nKurelac, p. 309, XV, 2. (W. W.)\n\n401 b, last two paragraphs.\n\nOther specimens of the first kind (not in K\u00f6hler\u2019s note to Gonzenbach,\nII, 214) are:\n\nLuzel, Annuaire de la Soci\u00e9t\u00e9 des Traditions populaires, II, 56;\nBaissac, Folk-Lore de l\u2019\u00cele Maurice, p. 88 ff.; Wigstr\u00f6m, Sagor ock\n\u00c4fventyr uppt. i Sk\u00e5ne, p. 37; Luzel, Revue des Traditions populaires,\nI, 287, 288; Luzel, Contes pop. de Basse-Bretagne, II, 13, 41 ff., cf.\n64\u201366; Vernaleken, Kinder- u. Hausm\u00e4rchen, No 49, p. 277; Blad\u00e9, Contes\npop. de la Gascogne, II, 26\u201336; Carnoy, Contes populaires picards,\nRomania, VIII, 227. Cf. also Ortoli, Contes pop. de l\u2019\u00cele de Corse, pp.\n27\u201329, and Cosquin\u2019s notes (which do not cite any of the above-mentioned\nplaces), Contes pop. de Lorraine, I, 105 ff.\n\nOther specimens of the second kind:\n\nLuzel, Contes pop. de Basse-Bretagne, II, 92\u201395, and note; Haltrich,\nDeutsche Volksm\u00e4rchen aus dem Sachsenlande, u. s. w., 3d ed., 1882, No\n14, p. 52 f.. (G. L. K.)\n\n402 a, last paragraph. \u201cThe pursuit in various forms by the witch lady\nhas an exact counterpart in a story of which I have many versions and\nwhich I had intended to give if I had room. It is called \u2018The Fuller\u2019s\nSon,\u2019 \u2018The Cotter\u2019s Son,\u2019 and other names, and it bears a strong\nresemblance to the end of the Norse tale of \u2018Farmer Weathersky.\u2019\u201d\nCampbell, Pop. Tales of the West Highlands, IV, 297. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 46. Captain Wedderburn\u2019s Courtship.\n\nP. 415, note [391]. A version from Scotland has been printed in the\nFolk-Lore Journal, III, 272, \u2018I had six lovers over the sea.\u2019 (G. L. K.)\n\n417, note [396], II, 507 b.\n\nThe _one_ stake with no head on it occurs also in Wolfdietrich B. The\nheathen, whom Wolfdietrich afterwards overcomes at knife-throwing,\nthreatens him thus:\n\n \u201cSihstu dort an den zinnen f\u00fcnf hundert houbet st\u00e2n,\n Diu ich mit m\u00eenen henden alle verderbet h\u00e2n?\n Noch st\u00e2t ein zinne l\u00e6re an m\u00eenem t\u00fcrnl\u00een:\n D\u00e2 muoz d\u00een werdez houbet ze einem phande s\u00een.\u201d\n\n (St. 595, J\u00e4nicke, Deutsches Heldenbuch, III, 256.)\n\nTwo cases in Campbell\u2019s Pop. T. of the West Highlands. \u201cMany a leech has\ncome, said the porter. There is not a spike on the town without a\nleech\u2019s head but one, and may be it is for thy head that one is.\u201d (The\nCeabharnach, I, 312.) Conall \u201csaw the very finest castle that ever was\nseen from the beginning of the universe till the end of eternity, and a\ngreat wall at the back of the fortress, and iron spikes within a foot of\neach other, about and around it; and a man\u2019s head upon every spike but\nthe one spike. Fear struck him and he fell a-shaking. He thought that it\nwas his own head that would go on the headless spike.\u201d (The Story of\nConall Gulban, III, 202.) In Crestien\u2019s Erec et Enide, Erec overcomes a\nknight in an orchard. There are many stakes crowned with heads, but one\nstake is empty. Erec is informed that this is for _his_ head, and that\nit is customary thus to keep a stake waiting for a new-comer, a fresh\none being set up as often as a head is taken. Ed. by Bekker in Haupt\u2019s\nZtschr., X, 520, 521, vv. 5732\u201366. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 49. The Twa Brothers.\n\nP. 435. There is a copy in Nimmo, Songs and Ballads of Clydesdale, p.\n131, made from #D#, #E#, with half a dozen lines for connection.\n\n437 b. It is #E# (not #A#) that is translated by Grundtvig; and #D# by\nAfzelius, Grimm, Talvj, Rosa Warrens.\n\n436 f. In one of the older Croat ballads Marko Kraljevi\u0107 and his brother\nAndrija, who have made booty of three horses, quarrel about the third\nwhen they come to dividing, and Marko fells Andrija with a stab. Andrija\ncharges Marko not to tell their mother what took place, but to say that\nhe is not coming home, because he has become enamored of a girl in a\nforeign country. Bogi\u0161i\u0107 p. 18, No 6. There is a Magyar-Croat variant of\nthis, in which two brothers returning from war fall out about a girl,\nand the older (who, by the way, is a married man) stabs the younger. The\ndying brother wishes the mother to be told that he has staid behind to\nbuy presents for her and his sisters. The mother asks when her son will\ncome home. The elder brother answers, When a crow turns white and a\nwithered maple greens. The (simple) mother gets a crow and bathes it\ndaily in milk, and irrigates the tree with wine; but in vain. Other\nSlavic examples of these hopeless eventualities: Little-Russian,\nGolovatsky, I, 74, No 30, 97, No 7, 164, No 12, 173, No 23, 229, No 59;\nII, 41, No 61, 585, No 18, 592, No 27; III, 12, No 9, 136, No 256, 212,\nNo 78; Bohemian, Erben, p. 182, No 340; Polish, Roger, p. 3, No 2;\nServian, Vuk, I, No 364, Herzegovine, p. 209, No 176, p. 322, No 332;\nBulgarian, Verkovi\u0107, No 226; Dozon, p. 95; Magyar-Croat, Kurelac, p. 11,\nNo 61, p. 130, No 430, p. 156, No 457 (and note), p. 157, No 459, p.\n244, No 557. (W. W.)\n\n\n 53. Young Beichan.\n\nP. 454. The modern street or broadside ballad #L# (see II, 508) is given\nfrom singing by Miss Burne, Shropshire Folk-Lore, p. 547.\n\n459 b. The F\u00e4r\u00f6e ballad (of which there are four copies) is printed in\nHammershaimb\u2019s F\u00e6r\u00f8sk Anthologi, p. 260, No 33, \u2018Harra P\u00e6tur og\nElinborg.\u2019\n\n462 a. \u2018Gerineldo,\u2019 also in Pidal, Asturian Romances, p. 90 f.\n\n462 a, b. \u2018Moran d\u2019 Inghilterra,\u2019 with a second version, in Nigra, No\n42, p. 263.\n\n\n VOL. II.\n\n55. The Carnal and the Crane.\n\nP. 7 f., 510 a. Legend of the Sower. Catalan (with the partridge),\nMiscel\u00e1nea Folk-L\u00f3rica, 1887, p. 115, No 6.\n\nMoravian, Su\u0161il, p. 19, No 16; Little-Russian, Golovatsky, II, 9, No 13.\n(W. W.)\n\n\n 56. Dives and Lazarus.\n\nP. 10 b. \u2018Il ricco Epulone,\u2019 Nigra, No 159, p. 543, with Jesus and the\nMadonna for Lazarus.\n\nLittle-Russian, Golovatsky, II, 737, No 5; III, 263, No 1, and 267, No\n2. Lazarus and the rich man are represented as brothers. (W. W.)\n\n\n 57. Brown Robyn\u2019s Confession.\n\nP. 13 b, 5th line. #A# is not a manuscript of the \u2018fifteenth\u2019 century,\nbut of the date 1590 or 1591. (Note of Mr Axel Olrik.)\n\n\n 59. Sir Aldingar.\n\nPp. 37\u201343. The first adventure of the fragmentary romance of Joufrois\naffords this story. Count Richard of Poitiers has a son Joufrois. The\nboy begs his father to send him to the English court, that King Henry\nmay knight him. The English king receives him well, but he remains a\n_vaslet_ for some time. The seneschal of the court endeavors to win the\nqueen\u2019s _amist\u00e9_, but fails. He tells the king that he has seen the\nqueen in bed with a kitchen-boy, and Henry swears that she shall hang or\nburn. The vaslet Joufrois offers to prove the seneschal a liar, and begs\nto be knighted for that purpose. Everybody thinks him mad to undertake\nbattle with the seneschal, who is an unmatched man-at-arms: li biaus\nvaslet estoit enfens. The fight takes place at Winchester. Joufrois\u2019\nsword is broken, but he picks up a piece of a huge lance and disables\nhis adversary with a blow on the arm. Joufrois then threatens to cut off\nthe felon\u2019s head if he does not retract, and as the seneschal prefers\ndeath to eating his words, this is done. Joufrois, Altfranz\u00f6sisches\nRittergedicht, ed. Hofmann und Muncker, vv. 91\u2013631, pp. 3\u201318. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 60. King Estmere.\n\nPp. 51, 510 b. Mr Kittredge has noted for me some twenty other cases in\nmetrical romances of knights riding into hall.\n\nAiol\u2019s steed is stabled in the hall, Aiol et Mirabel, ed. F\u00f6rster, vv.\n1758\u201361, p. 51. So Gawain\u2019s horse in the \u2018Chevalier \u00e0 l\u2019Esp\u00e9e,\u2019 vv.\n224\u2013236, M\u00e9on, Nouveau Recueil, I, 134. Cf. \u2018Perceval le Gallois,\u2019 ed.\nPotvin, II, 255 ff., vv. 16803\u201342. In \u2018Richars li Biaus,\u2019 the hero\nevidently has his horse with him while at dinner in the hall of the\nrobber-castle: ed. F\u00f6rster, v. 3396, p. 93; cf. the editor\u2019s note, p.\n182. In \u2018Perceval le Gallois,\u2019 a knight takes his horse with him into a\nbedchamber and ties him to a bed-post: ed. Potvin, III, 34, v. 21169 f..\nCf. Elie de Saint Gille, ed. F\u00f6rster, pp. 377, 379, 380, vv. 2050\u201355,\n2105, 2129\u201342. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 61. Sir Cawline.\n\nP. 56 b. Amadas, while watching at the tomb of Ydoine, has a terrific\ncombat with a highly mysterious stranger knight, whom he vanquishes. The\nstranger then informs Amadas that Ydoine is not really dead, etc., etc.\nHe gives sufficient evidence of his elritch character, and the author\nclinches the matter by speaking of him as \u201cthe mauf\u00e9\u201d (v. 6709). Amadas\net Ydoine, ed. Hippeau, vv. 5465 ff., p. 189 ff.. (G. L. K.)\n\n60. Stanzas 42 ff.. It might have been remarked that this feat of\ntearing out a lion\u2019s heart belongs to King Richard (see Weber\u2019s\nRomances, II, 44), hence, according to the romance, named C\u0153ur de Lion,\nand that it has also been assigned to an humbler hero, in a well-known\nbroadside ballad, \u2018The Honour of a London Prentice,\u2019 Old Ballads, 1723,\nI, 199 (where there are two lions for one).\n\n\n 63. Child Waters.\n\nP. 83. #Italian.# \u2018Ambrogio e Lietta,\u2019 Nigra, No 35, p. 201. The\nPiedmontese ballad, though incomplete, has the rough behavior of the man\nto the woman, the crossing of the water, the castle and the mother, the\nstable, and twins brought forth in a manger.\n\n84 b. #Danish.# \u2018Hr. Peders stalddreng,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren, I,\n121, No 441; \u2018Liden Kirsten som stalddreng,\u2019 V, 98, No 645.\n\n\u2018Hr. Gr\u00f6nnevold,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren, VII, 49, No 177, is an\nimperfect copy of the second sort of Scandinavian ballads.\n\n\n 64. Fair Janet.\n\nP. 103, note. \u2018La Fidanzata Infedele\u2019 is now No 34 of Nigra\u2019s\ncollection. See above the addition to No 5, I, 65 b.\n\n\n 65. Lady Maisry.\n\nP. 113 a, last paragraph. Burning, etc. See Amis e Amiloun (the French\ntext), v. 364, p. 134, ed. K\u00f6lbing; Elie de St Gille, ed. F\u00f6rster, vv.\n2163\u201369, p. 381. Amadis de Gaule, Nicolas de Herberay, Anvers, 1573, I,\n8 f., book 1, chap. 2, maid or wife; but Venice, 1552, I, 6 b, and\nGayangos, Libros de Caballerias, p. 4, wife. (G. L. K.)\n\n113 b. Only certain copies, and those perverted, of Grundtvig Nos 108,\n109 have the punishment of burning for simple incontinence. This is\nrather the penalty for incest: cf. Syv, No 16,==Kristensen, I, No 70,\nII, No 49,==Grundtvig, No 292, and many other ballads. (Note of Mr Axel\nOlrik.)\n\nNote \u00a7. \u2018Galanzuca,\u2019 \u2018Galancina,\u2019 Pidal, Asturian Romance, Nos 6, 7, pp.\n92, 94, belong here. They have much of the story of \u2018Lady Maisry,\u2019 with\na happy ending.\n\n\n 66. Lord Ingram and Chiel Wyet.\n\nP. 127 a, 9th line of the second paragraph. A copy of \u2018Fru Margaretha\u2019\nin Harald Oluffsons Visbok. Nyare Bidrag, o. s. v., p. 36, No 16,\nstanzas 21, 22.\n\n127 b, 511 b. In a Breton ballad, M\u00e9lusine, III, 350 f., a priest jumps\na table, at the cry of his sister, who is in a desperate extremity.\n\nBut the greatest achievements in this way are in Slavic ballads. A\nbride, on learning of her bridegroom\u2019s death, jumps over four tables and\nlights on the fifth, rushes to her chamber and stabs herself: Moravian,\nSu\u0161il, p. 83. According to a variant, p. 84, note, she jumps over nine.\nA repentant husband who had projected the death of his wife, on hearing\nthat she is still living, leaps nine tables without touching the glasses\non them: Magyar-Croat, Kurelac, p. 184, No 479. (W. W.)\n\nMr Kittredge has given me many cases from romances.\n\n127 b, note. Sword reduced to a straw: add Nigra, No 113, etc.\n\u2018Gerineldo:\u2019 add Pidal, Asturian Romances, Nos 3, 4, 5.\n\n\n 67. Glasgerion.\n\nP. 137 b. \u2018Poter del Canto\u2019 is now No 47, p. 284, of Nigra\u2019s collection.\n\n\n 68. Young Hunting.\n\nP. 142. A copy in A. Nimmo\u2019s Songs and Ballads of Clydesdale, \u2018Young\nHyndford,\u2019 p. 155, is made up (with changes) from Scott, Kinloch,\nBuchan, Motherwell and Herd, #E#, #J#, #B#, #K#, #F#, #G#.\n\n143, 512 a. Discovery of drowned bodies. See Revue des Traditions\npopulaires, I, 56; M\u00e9lusine, III, 141.\n\n\n 69. Clerk Saunders.\n\nP. 157. There are four copies of the F\u00e4r\u00f6e \u2018Fa\u00f0ir og d\u00f3ttir,\u2019 and\nHammershaimb has printed a second (with but slight variations) in his\nF\u00e6r\u00f8sk Anthologi: p. 253, No 31.\n\n158. Spanish. Add: \u2018La Esposa infiel,\u2019 Pidal, Asturian Romances, No 33,\np. 154.\n\n\n 71. The Bent Sae Brown.\n\nP. 170. Nine versions of \u2018Jomfruens Br\u00f8dre\u2019 in Kristensen\u2019s\nSkattegraveren, II, 145 ff., Nos 717\u201323, V, 81 ff., Nos 633, 634.\n\n\n 72. The Clerk\u2019s Twa Sons o Owsenford.\n\nPp. 174, 512. Add to the French ballads one from Carcassonne, first\npublished in a newspaper of that place, Le Bon Sens, August 10, 1878,\nand reprinted in M\u00e9lusine, II, 212. The occurrence which gave rise to\nthe ballad is narrated by Nigra, C. p. del Piemonte, p. 54 f., after\nMary Lafon, and the Italian version is No 4 of that collection, \u2018Gli\nScolari di Tolosa.\u2019 The ballad is originally French, the scene Toulouse.\n\n\n 73. Lord Thomas and Fair Annet.\n\nP. 179 f. #D.# The Roxburghe copy of \u2018Lord Thomas and Fair Eleanor,\u2019\nIII, 554, is printed by Mr J. W. Ebsworth in the Ballad Society\u2019s\nedition of the Roxburghe Ballads, VI, 647. (Mr Ebsworth notes that the\nbroadside occurs in the Bagford Ballads, II, 127; Douce, I, 120 v., III,\n58 v., IV, 36; Ouvry, II, 38; Jersey, III, 88.) \u2018The Unfortunate\nForrester,\u2019 Roxburghe, II, 553, is printed at p. 645 of the same volume.\nA copy from singing is given (with omissions) in Miss Burne\u2019s Shropshire\nFolk-Lore, 1883\u201386, p. 545; another, originally from recitation, in Mr\nG. R. Tomson\u2019s Ballads of the North Countrie, 1888, p. 82. Both came,\ntraditionally, from print. Still another, from the singing of a\nVirginian nurse-maid (helped out by her mother), was communicated by Mr\nW. H. Babcock to the Folk-Lore Journal, VII, 33, 1889, and may be\nrepeated here, both because it is American and also because of its\namusing perversions.\n\n THE BROWN GIRL\n\n 1\n \u2018O mother, O mother, come read this to me,\n And regulate all as one,\n Whether I shall wed fair Ellinter or no,\n Or fetch you the brown girl home.\u2019\n\n 2\n \u2018Fair Ellinter she has houses and wealth,\n The brown girl she has none;\n But before I am charged with that blessing,\n Go fetch me the brown girl home.\u2019\n\n 3\n He dressed himself in skylight green,\n His groomsmen all in red;\n And every town as he rode through\n They took him to be some king.\n\n 4\n He rode and he rode until he came to fair Ellinter\u2019s door;\n He knocked so loud at the ring;\n There was none so ready as fair Ellinter herself\n To rise and let him in.\n\n 5\n \u2018O what is the news, Lord Thomas?\u2019 she said,\n \u2018O what is the news to thee?\u2019\n \u2018I\u2019ve come to invite you to my wedding,\n And that is bad news to thee.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018God forbid, Lord Thomas,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018That any such thing should be!\n For I should have been the bride myself,\n And you should the bridegroom be.\n\n 7\n \u2018O mother, O mother, come read this to me,\n And regulate all as one,\n Whether I shall go to Lord Thomas\u2019 wed,\n Or stay with you at home.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Here you have one thousand friends,\n Where there you would but one;\n So I will invite you, with my blessing,\n To stay with me at home.\u2019\n\n 9\n But she dressed herself in skylight red,\n Her waiting-maids all in green,\n And every town as she rode through\n They took her to be some queen.\n\n 10\n She rode and she rode till she came to Lord Thomas\u2019s door;\n She knocked so loud at the ring;\n There was none so ready as Lord Thomas himself\n To rise and let her in.\n\n 11\n He took her by her lily-white hand,\n He led her across the hall;\n Sing, \u2018Here are five and twenty gay maids,\n She is the flower of you all.\u2019\n\n 12\n He took her by her lily-white hand,\n He led her across the hall,\n He sat her down in a big arm-chair,\n And kissed her before them all.\n\n 13\n The wedding was gotten, the table was set,\n . . . . . . .\n The first to sit down was Lord Thomas himself,\n His bride, fair Ellinter, by his side.\n\n 14\n \u2018Is this your bride, Lord Thomas?\u2019 she said;\n \u2018If this is your bride, Lord Thomas, she looks most wonderfully\n dark,\n When you could have gotten a fairer\n As ever the sun shone on.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018O don\u2019t you despise her,\u2019 Lord Thomas said he,\n \u2018O don\u2019t you despise her to me;\n Yes, I like the end of your little finger\n Better than her whole body.\u2019\n\n 16\n The brown girl, having a little penknife,\n And being both keen and sharp,\n Right between the long and short ribs,\n She pierced poor Ellinter\u2019s heart.\n\n 17\n \u2018O what is the matter, fair Ellinter,\u2019 said he,\n \u2018That you look so very dark,\n When your cheeks used to have been so red and rosy\n As ever the sun shined on?\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018Are you blind, or don\u2019t you see,\n My heart-blood come trickling down to my knee?\u2019\n\n 3^{1,2}. green _and_ red _should be interchanged: cf. 9_.\n\n 13, 14. _Rearranged._\n\n 15^1. said she.\n\n181. Add to the French ballads, \u2018La D\u00e9laiss\u00e9e,\u2019 V. Smith, Romania, VII,\n82; Legrand, Romania, X, 386, No 32; \u2018La triste Noce,\u2019 Thiriat,\nM\u00e9lusine, I, 189; and to the Italian ballad, Nigra, No 20, p. 139,\n\u2018Danze e Funerali.\u2019\n\n\n 75. Lord Lovel.\n\nP. 205 b. Other copies of \u2018Den elskedes D\u00f8d\u2019 (\u2018Kj\u00e6restens D\u00f8d\u2019),\nKristensen, Skattegraveren, VII, 1, 2, Nos 1, 2; Bergstr\u00f6m ock\nNordlander, in Nyare Bidrag, o. s. v., pp. 92, 100; and \u2018Olof Adelen,\u2019\np. 98, may be added, in which a linden grows from the common grave, with\ntwo boughs which embrace.\n\nNote. With the Scandinavian-German ballads belongs \u2018Greven og lille\nLise,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren, V, 20, No 14.\n\n206, 512 b. To the southern ballads which have a partial resemblance may\nbe added: French, Beaurepaire, p. 52, Combes, Chants p. du Pays\ncastrais, p. 139, Arbaud, I, 117, Victor Smith, Romania, VII, 83, No.\n32; Italian, Nigra, \u2018La Sposa morta,\u2019 No 17, p. 120 ff. (especially\n#D#).\n\n215. I ought not to have omitted the \u03c3\u03ae\u03bc\u03b1\u03c4\u03b1 by which Ulysses convinces\nPenelope, Odyssey, xxiii, 181\u2013208; to which might be added those which\nconvince Laertes, xxiv, 328 ff. See also the romance of Don Bueso,\nDuran, I, lxv:\n\n \u00bfQu\u00e9 se\u00f1as me dabas\n Por ser conocida? et c\u00e9t.\n\n\n 76. The Lass of Roch Royal.\n\nII, 213. There is a version of this ballad in the Roxburghe collection,\nIII, 488, a folio slip without imprint, dated in the Museum Catalogue\n1740. I was not aware of the existence of this copy till it was printed\nby Mr Ebsworth in the Roxburghe Ballads, VI, 609. He puts the date of\nissue _circa_ 1765. It is here given from the original. Compare #H#.\n\n THE LASS OF OCRAM\n\n 1\n I built my love a gallant ship,\n And a ship of Northern fame,\n And such a ship as I did build,\n Sure there never was seen.\n\n 2\n For her sides were of the beaten gold,\n And the doors were of block-tin,\n And sure such a ship as I built\n There sure never was seen.\n\n 3\n And as she was a sailing,\n By herself all alone,\n She spied a proud merchant-man,\n Come plowing oer the main.\n\n 4\n \u2018Thou fairest of all creatures\n Under the heavens,\u2019 said she,\n \u2018I am the Lass of Ocram,\n Seeking for Lord Gregory.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018If you are the Lass of Ocram,\n As I take you for to be,\n You must go to yonder island,\n There Lord Gregory you\u2019ll see.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018It rains upon my yellow locks,\n And the dew falls on my skin;\n Open the gates, Lord Gregory,\n And let your true-love in!\u2019\n\n 7\n \u2018If you\u2019re the Lass of Ocram,\n As I take you not to be,\n You must mention the three tokens\n Which passd between you and me.\u2019\n\n 8\n \u2018Don\u2019t you remember, Lord Gregory,\n One night on my father\u2019s hill,\n With you I swaft my linen fine?\n It was sore against my will.\n\n 9\n \u2018For mine was of the Holland fine,\n And yours but Scotch cloth;\n For mine cost a guinea a yard,\n And yours but five groats.\u2019\n\n 10\n \u2018If you are the Lass of Ocram,\n As I think you not to be,\n You must mention the second token\n That passd between you and me.\u2019\n\n 11\n \u2018Don\u2019t you remember, Lord Gregory,\n One night in my father\u2019s park,\n We swaffed our two rings?\n It was all in the dark.\n\n 12\n \u2018For mine was of the beaten gold,\n And yours was of block-tin;\n And mine was true love without,\n And yours all false within.\u2019\n\n 13\n \u2018If you are the Lass of Ocram,\n As I take you not to be,\n You must mention the third token\n Which past between you and me.\u2019\n\n 14\n \u2018Don\u2019t you remember, Lord Gregory,\n One night in my father\u2019s hall,\n Where you stole my maidenhead?\n Which was the worst of all.\u2019\n\n 15\n \u2018Begone, you base creature!\n Begone from out of the hall!\n Or else in the deep seas\n You and your babe shall fall.\u2019\n\n 16\n \u2018Then who will shoe my bonny feet?\n And who will close my hands?\n And who will lace my waste so small,\n Into a landen span?\n\n 17\n \u2018And who will comb my yellow locks,\n With a brown berry comb?\n And who\u2019s to be father of my child\n If Lord Gregory is none?\u2019\n\n 18\n \u2018Let your brother shoe your bonny feet,\n Let your sister close your hands,\n Let your mother lace your waist so small,\n Into a landen span.\n\n 19\n \u2018Let your father comb your yellow locks,\n With a brown berry comb,\n And let God be father of your child,\n For Lord Gregory is none.\u2019\n\n 20\n \u2018I dreamt a dream, dear mother,\n I could wish to have it read;\n I saw the Lass of Ocram\n A floating on the flood.\u2019\n\n 21\n \u2018Lie still, my dearest son,\n And take thy sweet rest;\n It is not half an hour ago,\n The maid passd this place.\u2019\n\n 22\n \u2018Ah! cursed be you, mother!\n And cursed may you be,\n That you did not awake me,\n When the maid passd this way!\n\n 23\n \u2018I will go down into some silent grove,\n My sad moan for to make;\n It is for the Lass of Ocram\n My poor heart now will break.\u2019\n\n (4^1. Perhaps the reading was: The fairest, etc.)\n\nMr W. H. Babcock has printed a little ballad as sung in Virginia, in\nwhich are two stanzas that belong to \u2018The Lass of Roch Royal:\u2019 The\nFolk-Lore Journal, VII, 31.\n\n \u2018Come along, come along, my pretty little miss,\n Come along, come along,\u2019 said he,\n \u2018And seat yourself by me.\u2019\n\n \u2018Neither will I come, and neither sit down,\n For I have not a moment\u2019s time;\n For I heard that you had a new sweetheart,\n And your heart is no more mine.\u2019\n\n \u2018It never was, and it never shall be,\n And it never was any such a thing;\n For yonder she stands, in her own father\u2019s garden,\n The garden of the vine,\n Mourning for her own true love,\n Just like I\u2019ve mourned for mine.\u2019\n\n I laid my head in a little closet-door,\n To hear what my true love had to say,\n So that I might know a little of his mind\n Before he went away.\n\n I laid my head on the side of his bed,\n My arms across his breast;\n I made him believe, for the fall of the year,\n The sun rose in the west.\n\n \u2018I\u2019m going away, I\u2019m coming back again,\n If it is ten thousand miles;\n It\u2019s who will shoe your pretty little feet?\n And who will glove your hand?\n And who will kiss your red, rosy lips,\n While I\u2019m in a foreign land?\u2019\n\n \u2018My father will shoe my pretty little feet,\n My mother glove my hand,\n My babe will kiss my red, rosy lips,\n While you\u2019re in a foreign land.\u2019\n\nMr James Mooney, of the Bureau of Ethnology, obtained two very similar\nstanzas in the \u2018Carolina Mountains.\u2019\n\n \u2018O who will shoe your feet, my dear?\n Or who will glove your hands?\n Or who will kiss your red rosy cheeks,\n When I\u2019m in the foreign lands?\u2019\n\n \u2018My father will shoe my feet, my dear,\n My mother will glove my hands,\n And you may kiss my red rosy cheeks\n When you come from the foreign lands.\u2019\n\n\n 78. The Unquiet Grave.\n\nP. 234.\n\n\n E\n\n \u2018In Gipsy Tents,\u2019 by Francis Hindes Groome, 1880, p. 141, as sung by\n an old woman.\n\n 1\n \u2018Cold blows the wind over my true love,\n Cold blows the drops of rain;\n I never, never had but one sweet-heart,\n In the green wood he was slain.\n\n 2\n \u2018But I\u2019ll do as much for my true love\n As any young girl can do;\n I\u2019ll sit and I\u2019ll weep by his grave-side\n For a twelvemonth and one day.\u2019\n\n 3\n When the twelvemonth\u2019s end and one day was past,\n This young man he arose:\n \u2018What makes you weep by my grave-side\n For twelve months and one day?\u2019\n\n 4\n \u2018Only one kiss from your lily cold lips,\n One kiss is all I crave;\n Only one kiss from your lily cold lips,\n And return back to your grave.\u2019\n\n 5\n \u2018My lip is cold as the clay, sweet-heart,\n My breath is earthly strong;\n If you should have a kiss from my cold lip,\n Your days will not be long.\u2019\n\n 6\n \u2018Go fetch me a note from the dungeon dark,\n Cold water from a stone;\n There I\u2019ll sit and weep for my true love\n For a twelvemonth and one day.\n\n 7\n \u2018Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep;\n I will lay down in it and take one sleep,\n For a twelvemonth and one day;\n I will lay down in it and take a long sleep,\n For a twelvemonth and a day.\u2019\n\n\n F\n\n \u2018Cold blows the wind,\u2019 Shropshire Folk-Lore, edited by Charlotte\n Sophia Burne, 1883\u201386, p. 542; \u201csung by Jane Butler, Edgmond,\n 1870\u201380.\u201d\n\n \u2018Cold blows the wind over my true love,\n Cold blow the drops of rain;\n I never, never had but one true love,\n And in Camvile he was slain.\n\n \u2018I\u2019ll do as much for my true love\n As any young girl may;\n I\u2019ll sit and weep down by his grave\n For twelve months and one day.\u2019\n\n But when twelve months were come and gone,\n This young man he arose:\n \u2018What makes you weep down by my grave?\n I can\u2019t take my repose.\u2019\n\n \u2018One kiss, one kiss, of your lily-white lips,\n One kiss is all I crave;\n One kiss, one kiss, of your lily-white lips,\n And return back to your grave.\u2019\n\n \u2018My lips they are as cold as my clay,\n My breath is heavy and strong;\n If thou wast to kiss my lily-white lips,\n Thy days would not be long.\n\n \u2018O don\u2019t you remember the garden-grove\n Where we was used to walk?\n Pluck the finest flower of them all,\n \u2018Twill wither to a stalk.\u2019\n\n \u2018Go fetch me a nut from a dungeon deep,\n And water from a stone,\n And white milk from a maiden\u2019s breast\n [That babe bare never none].\u2019\n\n\n G\n\n From the singing of a wandering minstrel and story-teller of the\n parish of Cury, Cornwall. After the last stanza followed \u201ca stormy\n kind of duet between the maiden and her lover\u2019s ghost, who tries to\n persuade the maid to accompany him to the world of shadows.\u201d Hunt,\n Popular Romances of the West of England, First Series, 1865, p. xvi.\n\n 1\n \u2018Cold blows the wind to-day, sweetheart,\n Cold are the drops of rain;\n The first truelove that ever I had\n In the green wood he was slain.\n\n 2\n \u2018\u2019Twas down in the garden-green, sweetheart,\n Where you and I did walk;\n The fairest flower that in the garden grew\n Is witherd to a stalk.\n\n 3\n \u2018The stalk will bear no leaves, sweetheart,\n The flowers will neer return,\n And since my truelove is dead and gone,\n What can I do but mourn?\u2019\n\n 4\n A twelvemonth and a day being gone,\n The spirit rose and spoke:\n . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n\n 5\n \u2018My body is clay-cold, sweetheart,\n My breath smells heavy and strong,\n And if you kiss my lily-white lips\n Your time will not be long.\u2019\n\n235 f. Add: Gasp\u00e9, Les anciens Canadiens, Qu\u00e9bec, 1877, I, 220 ff.;\ncited by S\u00e9billot, Annuaire des Traditions populaires, 1887, p. 38 ff..\n\n236. #A# 5, etc. So Nigra, \u2018La Sposa morta,\u2019 p. 122, No 17, #D# 12: \u2018Mia\nbuca morta l\u2019\u00e0 odur di terra, ch\u2019a l\u2019era, viva, di roze e fiur.\u2019\n\nLittle-Russian tale, Trudy, II, 416, No 122. A girl who is inconsolable\nfor the death of her mother is advised to hide herself in the church\nafter vespers on Thursday of the first week in Lent, and does so. At\nmidnight the bells ring, and a dead priest performs the service for a\ncongregation all of whom are dead. Among them is the girl\u2019s godmother,\nwho bids her begone before her mother remarks her. But the mother has\nalready seen her daughter, and calls out, You here too? Weep no more for\nme. My coffin and my grave are filled with your tears; wretched it is to\nbathe in them! (W. W.) After this the mother\u2019s behavior is not quite\nwhat we should expect. Cf. the tale in Gasp\u00e9, just cited.\n\n\n 79. The Wife of Usher\u2019s Well.\n\nII, 238.\n\n\n C\n\n \u2018The Widow-Woman,\u2019 Shropshire Folk-Lore, edited by Charlotte Sophia\n Burne, 1883\u201386, p. 541; \u201ctaken down by Mr Hubert Smith, 24th March,\n 1883, from the recitation of an elderly fisherman at Bridgworth, who\n could neither read nor write, and had learnt it some forty years\n before from his grandmother in Corve Dale.\u201d\n\n \u201cThe West and South Shropshire folk say _far_ for _fair_.\u201d\n\n 1\n There was a widow-woman lived in far Scotland,\n And in far Scotland she did live,\n And all her cry was upon sweet Jesus,\n Sweet Jesus so meek and mild.\n\n 2\n Then Jesus arose one morning quite soon,\n And arose one morning betime,\n And away he went to far Scotland,\n And to see what the good woman want.\n\n 3\n And when he came to far Scotland,\n . . . . . . .\n Crying, What, O what, does the good woman want,\n That is calling so much on me?\n\n 4\n \u2018It\u2019s you go rise up my three sons,\n Their names, Joe, Peter, and John,\n And put breath in their breast,\n And clothing on their backs,\n And immediately send them to far Scotland,\n That their mother may take some rest.\u2019\n\n 5\n Then he went and rose up her three sons,\n Their names, Joe, Peter, and John,\n And did immediately send them to far Scotland,\n That their mother may take some rest.\n\n 6\n Then she made up a supper so neat,\n As small, as small, as a yew-tree leaf,\n But never one bit they could eat.\n\n 7\n Then she made up a bed so soft,\n The softest that ever was seen,\n And the widow-woman and her three sons\n They went to bed to sleep.\n\n 8\n There they lay; about the middle of the night,\n Bespeaks the youngest son:\n \u2018The white cock he has crowed once,\n The second has, so has the red.\u2019\n\n 9\n And then bespeaks the eldest son:\n \u2018I think, I think it is high time\n For the wicked to part from their dead,\u2019\n\n 10\n Then they laid [==led] her along a green road,\n The greenest that ever was seen,\n Until they came to some far chaperine,\n Which was builded of lime and sand;\n Until they came to some far chaperine,\n Which was builded with lime and stone.\n\n 11\n And then he opened the door so big,\n And the door so very wide;\n Said he to her three sons, Walk in!\n But told her to stay outside.\n\n 12\n \u2018Go back, go back!\u2019 sweet Jesus replied,\n \u2018Go back, go back!\u2019 says he;\n \u2018For thou hast nine days to repent\n For the wickedness that thou hast done.\u2019\n\n 13\n Nine days then was past and gone,\n And nine days then was spent,\n Sweet Jesus called her once again,\n And took her to heaven with him.\n\n\n 80. Old Robin of Portingale.\n\nP. 240 a. \u2018Sleep you, wake you.\u2019 Add: \u2018Young Beichan,\u2019 No 53, #B# 5;\nDuran, Romancero, I, 488, Nos 742, 743.\n\n240 a, II, 513 a.\n\nThe very wicked knight Owen, after coming out of St Patrick\u2019s Purgatory,\nlay in his orisons fifteen days and nights before the high altar,\n\n \u201cAnd su\u00fe\u00fee in is bare flech \u00fee holi crois he nom,\n And wende to \u00fee holi lond, and holi mon bicom.\u201d\n\nHorstmann, Altengl. Legenden, 1875, p. 174, vv. 611\u2013612; also p. 208, v.\n697, and p. 209, v. 658. In a medi\u00e6val traveller\u2019s tale the Abyssinians\nare said to burn the cross in their children\u2019s foreheads. \u201cVort wonent\nda andere snoide kirsten in deme lande ind die heischent Ysini; wan man\nyr kinder douft ind kirsten macht, dan broet der priester yn eyn cruce\nvor dat houft.\u201d Ein niederrheinischer Bericht \u00fcber den Orient, ed.\nR\u00f6hricht u. Meier, in Zacher\u2019s Zeitschrift, XIX, 15. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 83. Child Maurice.\n\nP. 272. #F.#\n\nMr Macmath has found the edition of 1755, and has favored me with a\ncopy. Substitute for #F. a.#, p. 263: Gill Morice, An Ancient Scottish\nPoem. Second Edition. Glasgow, Printed and sold by Robert and Andrew\nFoulis, 1755. (Small 4\u00ba, 15 pages.) The copy mentioned p. 263 b, note,\nis a reprint of this or of the first edition; it has but two variations\nof reading. The deviations from the text of 1755 will be put in the list\nof things to be corrected in the print.\n\n\n 84. Bonny Barbara Allen.\n\nP. 276. In Miss Burne\u2019s Shropshire Folk-Lore, 1883\u201386, p. 543, there is\na copy, taken from singing, which I must suppose to be derived\nultimately from print.\n\n\n 85. Lady Alice.\n\nP. 279. The following version is printed by Mr G. R. Tomson in his\nBallads of the North Countrie, 1888, p. 434, from a MS. of Mrs Rider\nHaggard.\n\n GILES COLLINS AND LADY ANNICE\n\n 1\n Giles Collins said to his own mother,\n \u2018Mother, come bind up my head,\n And send for the parson of our parish,\n For to-morrow I shall be dead.\n\n 2\n \u2018And if that I be dead,\n As I verily believe I shall,\n O bury me not in our churchyard,\n But under Lady Annice\u2019s wall.\u2019\n\n 3\n Lady Annice sat at her bower-window,\n Mending of her night-coif,\n When passing she saw as lovely a corpse\n As ever she saw in her life.\n\n 4\n \u2018Set down, set down, ye six tall men,\n Set down upon the plain,\n That I may kiss those clay-cold lips\n I neer shall kiss again.\n\n 5\n \u2018Set down, set down, ye six tall men,\n That I may look thereon;\n For to-morrow, before the cock it has crowd,\n Giles Collins and I shall be one.\n\n 6\n \u2018What had you at Giles Collins\u2019s burying?\n Very good ale and wine?\n You shall have the same to-morrow night,\n Much about the same time.\u2019\n\n 7\n Giles Collins died upon the eve,\n This fair lady on the morrow;\n Thus may you all now very well know\n This couple died for sorrow.\n\nLt-Col. Prideaux has sent me this copy, from Fly-Leaves, London, John\nMiller, 1854, Second Series, p. 98.\n\n GILES COLLINS\n\n 1\n Lady Annis she sat in her bay-window,\n A-mending of her night-coif;\n As she sat, she saw the handsomest corpse\n That ever she saw in her life.\n\n 2\n \u2018Who bear ye there, ye four tall men?\n Who bear ye on your shouldyers?\u2019\n \u2018It is the body of Giles Collins,\n An old true lovyer of yours.\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018Set\u2019n down, set\u2019n down,\u2019 Lady Annis she said,\n \u2018Set\u2019n down on the grass so trim;\n Before the clock it strikes twelve this night,\n My body shall lie beside him.\u2019\n\n 4\n Lady Annis then fitted on her night-coif,\n Which fitted her wondrous well;\n She then pierced her throat with a sharp-edgd knife,\n As the four pall-bearers can tell.\n\n 5\n Lady Annis was buried in the east church-yard,\n Giles Collins was laid in the west,\n And a lily grew out from Giles Collins\u2019s grave\n Which touched Lady Annis\u2019s breast.\n\n 6\n There blew a cold north-westerly wind,\n And cut this lily in twain;\n Which never there was seen before,\n And it never will again.\n\n\n 89. Fause Foodrage.\n\nP. 298 a. Add, \u2018S\u00f6nnens h\u00e6vn,\u2019 Kristensen, Skattegraveren, IV, 113, No\n284; a fragment.\n\n\n 90. Jellon Grame.\n\nPp. 303 b, 513 b. Marvellous growth, etc. Ormr St\u00f3r\u00f3lfsson very early\nattained to a great size, and at seven was a match for the strongest\nmen: Flateyjarbok, I, 521, Fornmanna S\u00f6gur, III, 205, cited by Bugge in\nPaul u. Braune\u2019s Beitr\u00e4ge, XII, 58. Wolfdietrich gains one man\u2019s\nstrength every year, and amazes everybody in his infancy even.\nWolfdietrich A, ed. Amelung, sts 31, 38\u201341, 45, 233, 234, pp. 84, 85,\n86, 108. (Some striking resemblances to Robert le Diable.) Cf. also\nWigalois, ed. Pfeiffer, 36, 2 f.,==Benecke, 1226 f.:\n\n In einem j\u00e2re wuchs ez m\u00ear\n dan ein anderz in zwein tuo.\n\nElias (afterwards the Knight of the Swan), who is to avenge his mother,\nastonishes by his rapid growth the old hermit who brings him up:\n\n \u201cA! Dieu! dist ly preudons, \u00e0 qui est cest enfant?\n Il est sy jou\u00e8nes d\u2019\u00e2ge et s\u2019a le corps sy grant:\n S\u2019il croist sy faitement, ce sera ung gaiant.\u201d\n\nChevalier au Cygne, ed. Reiffenberg, vv. 960\u2013963, I, 45. \u201cThe little\nMalbrouk grew fast, and at seven years old he was as tall as a tall\nman.\u201d Webster, basque Legends, 2d ed., p. 78; Vinson, Folk-Lore du Pays\nbasque, p. 81. The Ynca Mayta Ccapac \u201ca few months after his birth began\nto talk, and at ten years of age fought valiantly and defeated his\nenemies.\u201d Markham, Narratives of the Rites and Laws of the Yncas,\nHakluyt Society, p. 83. A T\u00eate-Ras\u00e9e infant in four days grows to the\nfull size of man. Petitot, Traditions Indiennes du Canada Nord-Ouest,\npp. 241\u2013243. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 91. Fair Mary of Wallington.\n\nP. 310. #Danish.# Another copy of \u2018Malfreds D\u00f8d,\u2019 Kristensen\u2019s\nSkattegraveren, VI, 195, No 804.\n\n\n 93. Lamkin.\n\nP. 320. The negroes of Dumfries, Prince William County, Virginia, have\nthis ballad, orally transmitted from the original Scottish settlers of\nthat region, with the stanza found in #F# (19) and #T# (15):\n\n Mr Lammikin, Mr Lammikin,\n oh, spare me my life,\n And I\u2019ll give you my daughter Betsy,\n and she shall be your wife.\n\n\u201cThey sang it to a monotonous measure.\u201d (Mrs Dulany.)\n\n\n 94. Young Waters.\n\nP. 343. By the kindness of Mr Macmath, I have now a copy of the original\nedition.\n\nYoung Waters, an Ancient Scottish Poem, never before printed. Glasgow,\nPrinted and sold by Robert and Andrew Foulis, 1755. (Small 4\u00ba, 8 pages.)\nThe few differences of reading will be given with corrections to be made\nin the print.\n\n\n 95. The Maid Freed from the Gallows.\n\nP. 346. Mr Alfred Nutt has communicated to the Folk-Lore Journal, VI,\n144, 1888, the outline of a ballad in which, as in some versions of the\nEuropean continent, the man has the place of the maid. But this may be a\nmodern turn to the story, arising from the disposition to mitigate a\ntragic tale. The ballad was obtained \u201cfrom a relative of Dr Birbeck\nHill\u2019s, in whose family it is traditional. Mother, father, and brethren\nall refuse him aid, but his sweetheart is kinder, and buys him off.\u201d For\nthe burden see #C# 6, which, as well as #B# 12, might better have been\nprinted as such.\n\n 1\n \u2018Hold up, hold up your hands so high!\n Hold up your hands so high!\n For I think I see my own mother coming\n Oer yonder stile to me.\n Oh the briars, the prickly briars,\n They prick my heart full sore;\n If ever I get free from the gallows-tree,\n I\u2019[ll] never get there any more.\n\n 2\n \u2018Oh mother hast thou any gold for me,\n Any money to buy me free,\n To save my body from the cold clay ground,\n And my head from the gallows-tree?\u2019\n\n 3\n \u2018Oh no, I have no gold for thee,\n No money to buy thee free,\n For I have come to see thee hanged,\n And hang\u00ebd thou shalt be.\u2019\n\nStruppa\u2019s text of \u2018Scibilia Nobili\u2019 is repeated in Salomone-Marino\u2019s\nLeggende p. siciliane in Poesia, p. 160, No 29. The editor supplies\ndefects and gives some varying readings from another version, in which\nScibilia is the love, not the wife, of a cavalier.\u2014Mango, Calabria, in\nArchivio, I, 394, No 75 (wife).\u2014\u2018La Prigioniera,\u2019 Giannini, No 25, p.\n195, two copies, reduces the story to four or five stanzas. The sequel,\nNo 26, p. 197, is likely to have been originally an independent ballad.\nIt is attached to \u2018Scibilia Nobili,\u2019 but is found separately in Bernoni,\nXI, No 3, \u2018La Figlia snaturata,\u2019 Finamore, Archivio, I, 212, \u2018Catarine.\u2019\n\n347 b. \u2018Fr\u00edsa v\u00edsa\u2019 is reprinted by Hammershaimb, F\u00e6r\u00f8sk Anthologi, p.\n268, No 34. The editor expressly says that the ballad is used as a\nchildren\u2019s game, like the English #F#. So also are Danish #A#, and a\nMagyar ballad of like purport, to be mentioned presently.\n\n348 b. #Danish.# #A#, in Kristensen\u2019s Skattegraveren, \u2018Jomfruens\nudl\u00f8sning,\u2019 II, 49, No 279, 1884; #B#, III, 5, No 3, 1885. From\ntradition. Both versions agree with the Swedish in all important points,\nand the language of #B# points to a Swedish derivation.\n\n349 a. Ransom for maid refused by father, mother, brother, sister, and\npaid by lover: Little-Russian, Golovatsky, I, 50, No 11; II, 245, No 7.\n(W. W.)\n\n349 b, 514 a. Man redeemed by maid when abandoned by his own blood:\nLittle-Russian, Golovatsky, I, 250, No 26; Servian, Vuk, III, 547, No\n83; Magyar-Croat, Kurelac, p. 254, No 61, p. 352, No 96. (W. W.)\n\nIn a Slovak ballad in Koll\u00e1r, N\u00e1rodnie Zpiewanky, II, 13, translated by\nHerrmann, Ethnologische Mittheilungen, col. 42 f., John, in prison,\nwrites to his father to ransom him; the father asks how much would have\nto be paid; four hundred pieces of gold and as many of silver; the\nfather replies that he _has not_ so much, and his son must perish. An\nineffectual letter to mother, brother, sister, follows; then one to his\nsweetheart. She brings a long rope, with which he is to let himself down\nfrom his dungeon. If the rope proves too short, he is to add his long\nhair (cf. I, 40 b, line 2, 486 b); and if it be still too short, he may\nlight upon her shoulders. John escapes. Nearly the same is the Polish\nballad translated in Waldbr\u00fchl\u2019s Balalaika, which is referred to II, 350\nb.\n\nA fragment of a Sz\u00e9kler ransom-ballad is found in Arany and Gyulai\u2019s\ncollection, III, 42: Herrmann, as above, col. 49. Another form of\nlove-test is very popular in Hungary, of which Herrmann gives eight\nversions. In one of these, from a collection made in 1813, Arany and\nGyulai, I, 189 (Herrmann\u2019s IV), the story is told with the conciseness\nof the English ballad. A snake has crept into a girl\u2019s bosom: she\nentreats her father to take it out; he dares not, and sends her to her\nmother; the mother has as little devotion and courage as the father, and\nsends her to her brother; she is successively passed on to\nsister-in-law, brother-in-law, sister; then appeals to her lover, who\ninstantly does the service. This is the kernel, and perhaps all that is\noriginal, in versions, I (of Herrmann), col. 34 f., contributed by\nK\u00e1lm\u00e1ny; II, 36 f., contributed by Szab\u00f3; V, col. 38, K\u00e1lm\u00e1ny, Koszor\u00fak\naz Alf\u00f6ld vad Vir\u00e1gaib\u00f3l, I, 21, translated into German by Wlislocki,\nUngarische Revue, 1884, p. 344; VIII, col. 39, K\u00e1lm\u00e1ny, Szeged N\u00e9pe, II,\n13. In Herrmann, VI, col. 38, K\u00e1lm\u00e1ny, Koszor\u00fak, II, 62; VII, col. 38\nf., K\u00e1lm\u00e1ny, Szeged N\u00e9pe, II, 12; and III, col. 37 (a fragment), young\nman and maid change parts. In I, III, V (?), VI, VII, the father says he\ncan better do without a daughter (son) than without one of his hands,\nand the youth (maid) would rather lose one of his (her) hands than his\n(her) beloved.[326] In I the snake has been turned to a purse of gold\nwhen the maid attempts to take it out; in II, according to a prose and\nprosaic comment of the reciter, there was no snake, but the girl had put\na piece of gold in her bosom, and calls it a yellow adder to experiment\nupon her family; in VII, again, there is no snake, but a rouleau of\ngold, and the snake is explained away in like manner in a comment to\nVIII. Even the transformation in I is to be deprecated; the money in the\nothers is a modern depravation.\n\nA brief ballad of the Transylvania Gipsies, communicated and translated\nby Wlislocki, Ungarische Revue, 1884, p. 345 f., agrees with the second\nseries of those above. A youth summons mother and sister to take a\nreptile from his breast; they are afraid; his sweetheart will do it if\nshe dies. A very pretty popular Gipsy tale to the same effect is given\nby Herrmann, col. 40 f.\n\nA Roumanian ballad, \u2018Giurgiu,\u2019 closely resembling the Magyar I, VII,\nfrom Pompiliu Miron\u2019s Balade populare rom\u00e2ne, p. 41, is given in\ntranslation by Herrmann, col. 106 ff.; a fragment of another, with parts\nreversed, col. 213.\n\nA man, to make trial of his blood-relations, begs father, mother, etc.,\nto take out a snake from his breast, and is refused by all. His wife\nputs in her hand and takes out a pearl necklace, which she receives as\nher reward: Servian, Vuk, I, No 289, Herzegovine, No 136, Petranovi\u0107,\nSerajevo, 1867, p. 191, No 20; Slavonian, Stojanovi\u0107, No 20. (W. W.)\n\nThere are many variations on this theme, of which one more may be\nspecified. A drowning girl given over by her family is saved by her\nlover: Little-Russian, Golovatsky, II, 80, No 14, 104, No 18, 161, No\n15, 726, No 11; Servian, Vuk, I, Nos 290, 291; Bulgarian, Dozon, p. 98,\nNo 61; Polish, Kolberg, Lud, 1857, I, 151, 12^a. Again, man is saved by\nmaid: Little-Russian, Golovatsky, I, 114, No 28; Waclaw z Oleska, p.\n226. (W. W.)\n\n\n 96. The Gay Goshawk.\n\nP. 356 a. (1.) (2.) (4.) are now printed in M\u00e9lusine, II, 342, III, 1,\nII, 341. (15.) (16.) \u2018La Fille dans la Tour,\u2019 Victor Smith, Chansons du\nVelay et du Forez, Romania, VII, 76, 78. (17.) Blad\u00e9, Po\u00e9sies p. rec.\ndans l\u2019Armagnac, etc., p. 23, \u2018La Prisonni\u00e8re.\u2019\n\nThere is an Italian form of \u2018Belle Isambourg\u2019 in Nigra, No 45, p. 277,\n\u2018Amor costante.\u2019\n\n356 b. For other forms of \u2018Les trois Capitaines,\u2019 see, French,\nPuymaigre, I, 131, 134 and note; Tiersot, in Revue des Traditions\npopulaires, III, 501, 502; Rolland, III, 58 ff., _a_, _b_, _d_; Italian,\nMarcoaldi, p. 162, \u2018La Fuga e il Pentimento;\u2019 Nigra, No 53, p. 309,\n\u2018L\u2019Onore salvato.\u2019\n\n357 b, second paragraph.\n\nOn messenger-birds, see Nigra, p. 339 f., and note.\n\nA girl feigns death simply to avoid a disagreeable suitor. Proof by\nfire, etc.; cf. #C# 23 f., #D# 7 f., #E# 27 f., #F# 1\u20133, #G# 36\u201338.\nServian. (1.) Mara, promised to the Herzog Stephen, and wishing for good\nreasons to escape him, pretends death. Stephen is incredulous; puts live\ncoals into her bosom, then a snake; she does not flinch. He then tickles\nher face with his beard; she does not stir. Stephen is convinced and\nretires; Mara springs from the bier. Her mother asks her what had given\nher most trouble. She had not minded the coals or the snake, but could\nhardly keep from laughing when tickled with the beard. Vuk, I, 551, No\n727. (2.) The suitor tests the case by thrusting his hands into the\ngirl\u2019s bosom, fire, snake. The first is the worst. Vuk, Herzegovine, No\n133. (3.) The same probation, with the same verdict (in this case the\ngirl loves another), Petranovi\u0107, Srpske n. pjesme, Serajevo, 1867, No\n362. Cf. Rajkovi\u0107, p. 176, No 211.\u2014Bulgarian. Proofs by snow and ice\nlaid on the heart; a snake. She stands both. Miladinof, No 68, cf. No\n468. In the same, No 660, the girl holds out under ice and snake, but\nwhen kissed between the eyes wakes up.\u2014Bohemian, Erben, p. 485, No 20,\n\u2018The Turk duped,\u2019 and Moravian, Su\u0161il, No 128, the tests are lacking.\n(W. W.)\n\nThree physicians from Salerno pour melted lead in the hands of Fenice,\nwho is apparently dead. (She has taken a drug which makes her\nunconscious for a certain time. Her object is to escape from her husband\nto her lover, Clig\u00e9s.) The lead has no effect in rousing Fenice.\nCrestien de Troies, Clig\u00e9s, ed. F\u00f6rster, vv. 6000\u20136009, pp. 246, 247.\nF\u00f6rster cites Solomon and Morolf (Salman und Morolf, st. 133, ed. F.\nVogt, Die deutschen Dichtungen v. Salomon und Markolf, I, 27, _molten\ngold_), and other parallels. Einleitung, pp. xix-xx. Cf. Revue de\nTraditions pop., II, 519. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 100. Willie o Winsbury.\n\nP. 398. There is a \u2018Lord Thomas of Wynnesbury \u2019 in the Murison MS., p.\n17, which was derived from recitation in Aberdeenshire, but it seems to\nme to have had its origin in the stalls, resembling #I#, which is of\nthat source.\n\n\n 101. Willie o Douglas Dale.\n\nPp. 407, 409, #A# 14^2, #B# 12^2, \u2018An lions gaed to their dens,\u2019 \u2018And\nthe lions took the hill.\u2019 \u201cLions we have had verie manie in the north\nparts of Scotland, and those with maines of no less force than they of\nMauritania are sometimes reported to be; but how and when they were\ndestroied as yet I doo not read:\u201d Holinshed, I, 379.\n\n\n 102. Willie and Earl Richard\u2019s Daughter.\n\nP. 412 b. #A# is translated by Anastasius Gr\u00fcn, Robin Hood, p. 57;\nDoenniges, p. 166; Knortz, L. u. R. Altenglands, No 18; Lo\u00e8ve-Veimars,\np. 252.\n\n\n 105. The Bailiff\u2019s Daughter of Islington.\n\nII, 426 b, 428. The tune of 105 #b# is, I have a good old woman at home:\nof #f#, I have a good old wife at home.\n\n#Italian.# \u2018La Prova,\u2019 Nigra, No 54, p. 314, #A-D#. \u2018Il Ritorno,\u2019\nGiannini, p. 154.\n\n\n 106. The Famous Flower of Serving-Men.\n\nP. 428. The Roxburghe copy, III, 762, Aldermary Church-Yard, is in the\nBallad Society\u2019s edition, VI, 567. The Euing copy, printed for John\nAndrews, is signed L. P., for Laurence Price: Mr J. W. Ebsworth, at p.\n570.\n\n\n 109. Tom Potts.\n\nP. 441 b. #B. b.# Ritson\u2019s copy was \u201ccompared with another impression,\nfor the same partners, without date.\u201d\n\nI have failed to mention, but am now reminded by Mr Macmath, that the\nballad of \u2018Jamie o Lee\u2019 is given, under the title \u2018James Hatelie,\u2019 by\nRobert Chambers in the Romantic Scottish Ballads, their Epoch and\nAuthorship, 1859, p. 37, Lord Phenix appearing as simple Fenwick.\n\n\n 112. The Baffled Knight.\n\nP. 480 b. Spanish #C#, \u2018El Caballero burlado,\u2019 is now printed in full in\nPidal, Asturian Romances, No 34, p. 156.\n\n481 b. Add: \u2018La Marchande d\u2019Oranges\u2019 in Rolland, V, 10. (Say Rolland, I,\n258.)\n\nTears. Add: Rolland, II, 29, _e, g, h_.\n\nVarieties. There may be added: M\u00e9lusine I, 483==Revue des Traditions\npop., III, 634 f.; Romania, X, 379 f., No 18; Blad\u00e9, Po\u00e9sies p. de la\nGascogne, II, 208.\n\n482 a. #Italian.# Nigra, No 71, p. 375, \u2018Occasione mancata,\u2019 #A-F#. See\nalso \u2018La Monacella salvata,\u2019 No 72, p. 381, and \u2018Il Galante burlato,\u2019 No\n75, p. 388.\n\n482 b. The ballad, it seems, is by _Madame_ Favart: see Rolland, II, 33,\n_k_. Add: _l_, _ib._, p. 34, and Po\u00e9sies pop. de la France, MS., III,\n493.\n\n483 b. Danish #A# is translated by Prior, III, 182, No 126.\n\n\n 113. The Great Silkie of Sule Skerry.\n\nP. 494.\n\n\u201cOn the west coast of Ireland the fishermen are loth to kill the seals,\nwhich once abounded in some localities, owing to a popular superstition\nthat they enshrined \u2018the souls of thim that were drowned at the flood.\u2019\nThey were supposed to possess the power of casting aside their external\nskins and disporting themselves in human form on the sea-shore. If a\nmortal contrived to become possessed of one of these outer coverings\nbelonging to a female, he might claim her and keep her as his bride.\u201d\nCharles Hardwick, Traditions, Superstitions, and Folk-Lore, chiefly\nLancashire and the North of England, p. 231. (G. L. K.)\n\n506 a, last paragraph but one. So in Douns Lio\u00f0, Strengleikar, ed.\nKayser and Unger, p. 52 ff. (G. L. K.)\n\n\n VOL. III.\n\n\n 116. Adam Bell, etc.\n\nP. 17 b. I have omitted to mention the Norwegian ballad \u2018Hemingjen aa\nHarald kungen\u2019 in Bugge\u2019s Gamle Norske Folkeviser, No 1, p. 1.\n\n44. \u2018A Robynhode,\u2019 etc.\n\nIn the Convocation Books of the Corporation of Wells, Somerset, vol. ii,\n\u201cunder the 13th Henry 7, Nicholas Trappe being master, there is the\nfollowing curious entry, relative, apparently, to a play of Robin Hood,\nexhibitions of dancing girls, and church ales, provided for at the\npublic expense.\n\n\u201c\u2018Et insuper in eadem Convocatione omnes et singuli burgenses unanimi\nassensu ad tunc et ibidem dederunt Magistro Nicolao Trappe potestatem\ngeneralem ad inquirendum in quorum manibus pecuni\u00e6 ecclesi\u00e6 ac\ncommunitatis Welli\u00e6 sunt injuste detent\u00e6; videlicet, provenientes ante\nhoc tempus de Robynhode, puellis tripudiantibus, communi cervisia\necclesi\u00e6, et hujusmodi. Atque de bonis et pecuniis dict\u00e6 communitati\nqualitercunque detentis, et in quorumcunque manibus existentibus. Et\ndesuper, eorum nomina scribere qui habent hujusmodi bona, cum summis,\netc.\u2019\u201d H. T. Riley in the First Report of the Historical MSS Commission,\n1874, Appendix, p. 107.\n\nThe passage in the Wells Convocation Records is perhaps illustrated by\nan entry in the Churchwardens\u2019 Accounts of the Parish of\nKingston-upon-Thames, cited by Ritson, Robin Hood, 2d ed., I, cxviii,\nfrom Lysons, Environs of London, 1792, I, 228:\n\n \u201c16 Hen. 8. Rec^d at the church-ale and Robynhode all things\n deducted\n\n 3 10 6.\u201d\n\nWith this may be compared the following:\n\n \u201cAnno MDLXVI, or 9 of Eliz., payde for setting up Robin Hoodes bower\n\n 0 18\u201d\n\n(Churchwardens\u2019 Accompts of St. Helen\u2019s [at Abingdon, Berks],\nArch\u00e6ologia, I, 18). This latter entry is loosely cited by Ritson, I,\ncxiv, 2d ed., as dating from 1556. Ibidem may be found his opinion as to\nR. H.\u2019s bower (n. *). Hampson, Medii \u00c6vi Kalendarium, I, 265, quotes\nthis entry, also with the wrong year. He has no doubt about the Bower:\n\u201cAn arbour, called Robin Hood\u2019s Bower, was erected in the church-yard,\nand here maidens stood gathering contributions.\u201d I, 283. (All the above\nby G. L. K.)\n\n\n 117. A Gest of Robyn Hode.\n\nP. 46 b, note. The Sloane MS. cited by Ritson as No 715 is No 780 (which\nis bound up with 715) and is \u201cpaper, early xviith century:\u201d Ward,\nCatalogue of Romances, etc., I, 517. This correction is also to be made\nat p. 121 b, note; pp. 129 a, 173 b, 175 b.\n\n51 b, sts 62\u201366.\n\nThe late Miss Hamilton McKie, New Galloway, told me this story:\n\nA sturdy beggar, or luscan, came to a farm-house among the hills and\nasked quarters for the night. The gudewife, before entrusting him with\nthe bedclothes in which to sleep in one of the outhouses, required a\npledge or security for their return. He said he had none to offer but\nhis Maker, and got his night\u2019s lodging. In the morning he walked off\nwith the bedclothes, but, becoming bewildered in a mist, he wandered\nabout the whole day, and in the evening, seeing the light of a house,\nmade towards it and knocked at the door. A woman opened it and said,\n\u201cYour Cautioner has proved gude!\u201d He had come back to the same house.\n\nMactaggart gives the story in his Gallovidian Encyclopedia, p. 325, but\nwithout the trait of the security. (W. Macmath.)\n\n\n 147. Robin Hood\u2019s Golden Prize.\n\nP. 210. The signature to a, L. P., is for Laurence Price: Ebsworth,\nRoxburghe Ballads, VI, 64.\n\n\n 150. Robin Hood and Maid Marian.\n\nP. 218 (and 43\u201346).\n\nMr H. L. D. Ward, in his invaluable Catalogue of Romances, etc., while\ntreating of Fulk Fitz-Warine, has made the following important remarks\nconcerning the literary history of Maid Marian (p. 506 f.).\n\n\u201cThere were three Matildas who were popularly supposed to have been\npersecuted by King John. The most historical of these was Matilda de\nBraose. She was imprisoned, with her son and her son\u2019s wife, in 1210,\nsome (Matthew Paris and others) say at Windsor, but another chronicler\nsays at Corfe Castle (see a volume published by the Soc. de l\u2019Hist. de\nFrance in 1840), and they were all starved to death. The second was\nFulk\u2019s wife Mahaud, who was the widow of Theobald Walter. The third was\nthe daughter of Robert Fitz-Walter. The only authority that can be\nquoted for the story of the third Matilda is the Chronicle of Dunmow, of\nwhich one copy of the 16th century remains, in the Cotton MS.,\nCleopatra, C. iii. (ff. 281\u20137), but which was probably begun by Nicholas\nde Brumfeld, a canon of Dunmow in the latter part of the 13th century.\nIt is there stated that, when Robert Fitz-Walter fled to France in 1213,\nhis daughter took refuge in Dunmow Priory, where John, after a vain\nattempt at seduction, poisoned her. Now all these three Matildas may be\nsaid to appear in the two plays known as _The Downfall_ and _The Death\nof Robert Earle of Huntington_, by Anthony Munday and Henry Chettle,\nwhich are first mentioned in Henslowe\u2019s _Diary_ in February and\nNovember, 1598. Two of them indeed appear in their own names, Matilda de\nBraose (or Bruce) and Matilda Fitz-Walter; and the one is starved at\nWindsor and the other is poisoned at Dunmow in the second play. But in\nthe first play Matilda Fitz-Walter escapes the solicitations of John by\njoining her newly-married husband in Sherwood, where they are called\nRobin Hood and Maid Marian. This is clearly owing to a combination of\nthe second and third Matildas. It may have been effected by the course\nof tradition, or it may have been the arbitrary work of a single author.\nBut if the romance of Fulk Fitz-Warin had been known to either Munday or\nChettle, other portions of it would almost certainly have appeared in\nplays or novels or ballads. Now Munday introduces the piece as a\nrehearsal, conducted by John Skelton the poet, who himself plays Friar\nTuck, with a view to performing it before Henry VIII. And it is not at\nall unlikely that it was really founded upon a May-day pageant devised\nby Skelton, but not important enough to be specified in the list of his\nworks in his _Garlande of Laurell_. We know that Skelton did write\nInterludes, of which one still remains, _Magnyfycence_: and Anthony Wood\ntells us that at Diss in Norfolk, where Skelton was rector, he was\n\u2018esteemed more fit for the stage than the pew or pulpit.\u2019 Thus there was\nno man more likely than Skelton to devise a new Robin Hood pageant for\nhis old pupil, Henry VIII. And again, there was no man more likely to\ncelebrate the story of Matilda Fitz-Walter, for the patron of his living\nwas Robert Lord Fitz-Walter, who was himself a Ratcliffe, but who had\ninherited the lordship of Diss through his grandmother, the last of the\nold Fitz-Walters.[327] But whether Skelton may have read the then\naccessible poem about Fulk, afterwards described by Leland, or whether\neither he or Munday may have received the story in its composite form,\nit is pretty evident that the two reputed objects of King John\u2019s desire,\nMatilda Walter and Matilda Fitz-Walter, have become blended together\ninto the Maid Marian of the play.\u201d\n\n\n 155. Sir Hugh, or, The Jew\u2019s Daughter.\n\nP. 235 a. Bells ringing of themselves (in ballads). Pidal, Asturian\nRomances, \u2018Il Penitente,\u2019 Nos 1, 2, pp. 82, 84; Nigra, \u2018Sant\u2019 Alessio,\u2019\nNo 148, A, B, p. 538 ff., and see p. 541.\n\n\n 161. The Battle of Otterburn.\n\nP. 294. St George our Lady\u2019s knight.\n\n A nemnede sein Gorge our leuedi kni\u021dt:\n\nSir Beues of Hamtoun, ed. K\u00f6lbing, v. 2817, p. 129; Maitland Club ed.,\nv. 2640. (G. L. K., who also gave me the case in Roister Doister.)\n\n \u201cNow holy St George, myne only avower,\n In whom I trust for my protection,\n O very Chevalier of the stourished Flower,\n By whose Hands thy Sword and Shield hast wone,\n Be mediator, that she may to her Sone\n Cause me to hear Rex splendens songen on hye,\n Before the Trinitye, when that I shall dye.\u201d\n\nPoem on the Willoughbies of Eresby, in the form of a prayer to St George\nput into the mouth of one of the Willoughby family, Dugdale, Baronage of\nEngland, 1676, II, 85, 86. Dugdale does not date the MS. The male line\nof the Willoughbies became extinct in 1525.\n\n (3. flourished? 4. thou thy?) (G. L. K.)\n\n\n 169. Johnie Armstrong.\n\nP. 371 f. #B# #a#, #b# are signed T. R., the initials of a purveyor or\neditor of ballads for the popular press. #B# #a# of \u2018Robin Hood and the\nButcher,\u2019 No 122, and #a# of \u2018Robin Hood and the Beggar,\u2019 I, No 133,\nbear the same signature: see pp. 116, 156 of this volume. No such\nrhymster as T. R. shows himself to be in these two last pieces could\nhave made \u2018Johnie Armstrong,\u2019 one of the best ballads in English.\n\n\n 178. Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon.\n\nP. 423. \u201cThe Donean Tourist,\u201d by Alexander Laing, Aberdeen, 1828, p.\n100, has a very bad copy, extended to fifty-nine stanzas.\n\n\n 182. The Laird o Logie.\n\nP. 449. \u2018Young Logie\u2019 is among the ballads taken down by Mrs Murison in\nAberdeenshire, p. 88 of the collection. The copy is imperfect, and\nextremely corrupted. Lady Margaret is the daughter of the king (who is\nnot called by that name), but is confused with her mother, who\ncounterfeits her consort\u2019s han-write and steals his right-han glove, as\nis done in #D#. Three ships at the pier of Leith, and three again at\nQueen\u2019s Ferry.\n\n\n 184. The Lads of Wamphray.\n\nP. 458. Mr Macmath has pointed out to me a case in Pitcairn\u2019s Criminal\nTrials, I, 397 f., in which \u201cJok Johnstoun, callit the Galzeart, Jok J.,\nbru\u00feer to Wille of Kirkhill,\u201d with a Grahame, a couple of Armstrangs,\nand their accomplices, are accused of the theft of twelve score sheep\nfrom James Johnstoune, in February, 1557. We can make no inference as to\nthe relation of Jok the Galliard to the Galliard of our ballad. There\nwere generations of Jocks and Wills in these families, and the sobriquet\nof The Galliard, as Pitcairn has remarked, \u201cwas very prevalent.\u201d He\ncites a \u201cGilbert Ellote, callit Gib the Galzart,\u201d III, 441, under the\ndate 1618.\n\n\n To be Corrected in the Print.\n\n I, 7 b, last line but three of text. _Read_ Fordringer.\n\n 71 a, 33^2. tell thee, ed. 1802; tell to thee, ed. 1833.\n\n 132 b, 7^2. _Read_ Lord John.\n\n 159 a, 3^{1,2}. to your, in the MS.\n\n 186 a, Notes to #A b#. _Add_ 2^2. slung at.\n\n 256 a, 1^4. _Read_ Machey _for_ May-hay.\n\n 274 b, note [261]. _Read_ Romania IX.\n\n 356 b, #D c# 1^3. _Read_ O go not.\n\n 400 a, #I.# _Read_ II, 360.\n\n 469 a, 22^3. _Read_ your _for_ yonr.\n\n 482 a, #D# 16, 17, 5th line. _Read_ Hine.\n\n 489 a, between 67 a and 84 b. _Insert_ 6. Willie\u2019s Lady.\n\n 503 a. The title of #I# is \u2018Hynd Horn.\u2019\n\n 504 b, between 226 a and 231. _Insert_ 21. The Maid and the\n Palmer.\n\n II, 70 a, 18^4. Fall, ed. 1802; fell, ed. 1833.\n\n 104 a, 19^{1,2}. _Read_ pat.\n\n 129 a, 11^1. _Read_ \u2018O here I am\u2019 the boy says.\n\n 135 a, #A. a.# 11^1. _Drop._\n\n 176 b, 11^3. _Read_ Gae.\n\n 179 b, note to #B# 7^2. _Drop._\n\n 192 a, 7^4. _Read_ maun. 8^2. _Read_ Ye\u2019r seer. 9^2. _Drop_ the\n brackets.\n\n 193 a, 20^4. _Read_ ye never gat. 22^2. _Drop_ the brackets. 25^2.\n _Read_ dreams.\n\n 193 b, 28^1. _Read_ Ge (==Gae) _for_ Ye.\n\n 226 a, 229 a, \u2018Sweet William\u2019s Ghost,\u2019 #A.# _Read_ 1750 _for_\n 1763.\n\n 239 a, #B# 3^1. _Read_ O she.\n\n 272 f. _Read_ (_according to the text of 1755_): 2^1. will I. 7^4.\n gar thy.\n\n 10^2. to thy.\n\n 18^3. maun cum.\n\n 22^1. _Note_: \u201cperhaps fetchie\u201d nurse.\n\n 23^4. hes he.\n\n 26^1. sits.\n\n 26^3. means a\u2019 those folks.\n\n 26^4. mother she.\n\n 27^1. And when he cam to gude grene wod.\n\n 27^3. first saw.\n\n 27^4. Kemeing down.\n\n 28^2. Than, _misprint for_ That.\n\n 34^4. they lay.\n\n 35^4. hip was.\n\n 39^2. ill deed.\n\n 275 b. _Read, v._ 17, You see his heid upon my. v. 20, that did,\n _apparently a misprint for_ that thocht.\n\nThe only variations in the other copy are: 26^3, these _for_ those;\nthocht _for_ did, in v. 20 of p. 275 b.\n\n 276 a. #A. a.# _Read_ 1750 _for_ 1763 _twice_.\n\n 276 b, 4th line of the preface. _Read_ Annandale. 13th line of the\n preface. _Read_ our old. 2^1. _Read_ man (ed. 1750).\n\n 310 a, third paragraph, line seven. _Read_ authenticatable.\n\n 343. _Read_ (ed. 1755): 2^3. And there. 3^3. And mantel. 12^1. I\n have. (_Drop_ the notes to 3^3, 5^1.)\n\n 348 b, #G#, #H#. _Read_ Reifferscheid.\n\n 352 b, #D# 5^4. MS. has And free.\n\n 378 a, last line. _Read_ Andrew Small.\n\n 381 b, 20^3. _Read_ Scotch.\n\n 393 a, 14^2. _Read_ shook.\n\n 405 b, notes. 16 belongs to #I# and should be on p. 406.\n\n 437 b, translations. _Read_ #E# is translated by Grundtvig, etc.;\n #D# by Afzelius, etc.\n\n 462 a, 26^4. _Read_ sned _for_ sued.\n\n 478, first line after the title. _Read_ 56 b _for_ 27 b.\n\n 481 b, third paragraph, sixth line. _Read_, 27.\n\n 500, #20#, first line. _Read_ #O# _for_ #M#. English #N#, #O#\n should be #O#, #P#.\n\n 502 b, #34#, first line. _Read_ Decurtins _for_ Decurtius.\n\n 506 b, #44#, 400 a. _Drop_ #Q#, etc.. Note to 401, _drop_ Revue\n des Traditions, etc..\n\n 513 a, seventh line from bottom. _Read_ quam.\n\nIII, 6 a, 12^1. _Read_ Braidisbauks.\n\n 11, #M.# _Say_: Reminiscences by Thomas Carlyle, II, 171, 1881,\n Froude\u2019s Life of Carlyle, II, 416, 1882. In line 2, _read_, O\n busk and go with me, me.\n\n 46 b, line 9. _Read_ S. S. _for_ S. G.\n\n 95 b, note [86]. _Say_: Jock o the Side, #B# 13, 14, #C# 10, III,\n 480, 482.\n\n(The following are mostly trivial variations from the spelling of the\ntext.)\n\n I, 71 b, 51^1. Oh, ed. 1802; O, ed. 1883.\n\n 80 b, 14^1. _Read_ f[e]ast.\n\n 132 a, 5^1. _Read_ father[s].\n\n 133 a, #M#. _Read_ Deer.\n\n 137 b, #S# 4^2. _Read_ cam.\n\n 256 b, 3^2. _Read_ O. 4^2. _Read_ rocked.\n\n 302 a, #B#^{1,2}. _Read_ Whare.\n\n 321 b, 7^4. _Read_ doun.\n\n 325 a, 3^3. _Read_ Heavn. 6^2. _Read_ danton.\n\n 331 a, #C# 2^4. _Read_ thrie. #D# 2^3. _Read_ micht.\n\n 441 a, 1^6. _Read_ warsell. 4^3. _Read_ bloody.\n\n 468 a, 4^1. _Read_ stock. 10^2. _Read_ saftly. b 13^2. MS. has\n bone. 16^3. _Read_ Beachen.\n\n 481 a, 31^2. _Read_ dazled.\n\n 500 a, 10^4. _Read_ down.\n\n 508 a, 7^4. _Read_ by.\n\nII, 32 a, #P# 1^4. _Read_ aboon.\n\n 70 a, 19^4. _Read_ cheik. 20^2. _Read_ smil\u2019d. b, 30^4. _Read_\n tine.\n\n 90 b, 26^1. _Read_ won, _twice_.\n\n 108 a, 2^4. _Read_ die. b, 11^3. _Read_ mony.\n\n 130 a, 3^3. _Read_ Gil. 4^3. _Read_ Jill.\n\n 131 a, 17^3. _Read_ han. b, 19^3. _Read_ ain.\n\n 152 a, 4^3, 5^1. _Read_ grene.\n\n 153 b, 22^3. _Read_ grene.\n\n 161 a, 7^1, 8^1. _Read_ tane.\n\n 192 a, 5^4. _Read_ An. 7^3. _Read_ askin.\n\n 193 b, 26^1. _Read_ bour.\n\n 240 a, note. _Read_ Madden.\n\n 272 f. _Read_ (ed. 1755): 1^1. Gill Morice. 5^2. said. 6^3. red.\n 8^3, 16^3, 17^3, 24^3, 26^1, 36^3. guid grene wod. 9^2, 18^2.\n slive. 10^2, 15^2. Tho. 11^1. micht. 11^2. near. 11^2, 20^2.\n coud. 12^3. I\u2019s. 13^3. whar he. 14^2. woud. 15^8. stracht. 17^4.\n Even. 21^4. welcom. 21^4, 39^4. me. 22^2. lie. 22^4. she. 23^2.\n he. 24^4. with. 26^1. Gill. 26^2. whistld. 26^4. tarrys. 27^2,\n 36^2. miekle. 27^2. cair. 28^2. well. 29^4, 31^1, 31^4, 33^3,\n 34^1. heid. 30^3. bodie. 33^4. town. 34^4. there. 35^3. ance.\n 37^1. credle. 39^2. die.\n\n 275 a, last line but three. _Read_ Wi, pearce. L. l. but one,\n naithing, heid. Last line, coud. b, v. 3. day[s]. 7. been. 8.\n me. 15. teirs, wensom. 18. bluid. 22. comly. 25. driry.\n\n 321 b, note [152]. _Read_ Balcanqual.\n\n 331 b, 3^1. _Read_ nurice.\n\n 343. _Read_ (ed. 1755): 1^4, favord. 5^1. spack. 6^3. bot. 7^3.\n bin. 9^1. coud. 9^4, 14^4. die.\n\n 352 b, 3^3. _Read_ pown.\n\n 363 b, 11^1. _Read_ ladie\u2019s.\n\n 364 a, 20^1. _Read_ ladye\u2019s.\n\n 389 a, 8^3. _Read_ You\u2019r.\n\n 390 b, 29^2. _Read_ hir. 51. _Read_ bouer.\n\n 391 a, 12^1. _Read_ Whan.\n\n 396 a, 1^2. _Read_ blithe.\n\n 404 b, 9^1. _Read_ Whan.\n\n 473 b, 17^3. _Read_ mony.\n\n 475 a, 11^3. _Read_ down, _twice_.\n\n 478. _Read_: 1^2, on _for_ an. 4^1. s_ir_. 6^2. do. 14^1. a[t]\n London. 15^1. medans. 17^1. leyne.\n\n 483, 1^3. _Read_ wel. 6^4. _Read_ beene.\n\nIII, 2 a, note, line 5. _Read_ Bennet.\n\n 5 a, #D# 5^2. _Read_ Lincolm. b, 10^1. _Read_ there.\n\n 8 b, 24^1. _Read_ betide.\n\n 253 b, #R#, v. 3. _Read_ dochter.\n\n-----\n\nFootnote 1:\n\n This manuscript, which Fry bought in Glasgow in 1810, contained\n several other ballads, \u201cbut written so corruptly as to be of little or\n no authority.\u201d It did not occur to Fry that the illiteracy of the\n drummer gave his ballads the best of authority. I have done what I\n could to recover the manuscript, but in vain, though I had the kindest\n assistance in Bristol from the Rev. J. Percivall, Mr Francis Fry, and\n Mr J. F. Nicholls.\n\nFootnote 2:\n\n See Motherwell\u2019s apt remarks, Minstrelsy, p. 1.\n\nFootnote 3:\n\n \u201cIt is sometimes said that this outlaw possessed the old Castle of\n Morton in Dumfriesshire, now ruinous.... The mention of Durisdeer, a\n neighboring parish, adds weight to the tradition.\u201d Minstrelsy of the\n Scottish Border, 1833, III, 114 f. Mr W. Bennett, writing in 1826 in\n The Dumfries Monthly Magazine, III, 250, of which he was editor,\n speaks of a field a little to the southwest of Lochmaben as still\n showing the trace of a circular tower, which was \u201ccalled Cockiesfield,\n from one John Cock, or O\u2019Cock, who had there his residence, and who\n during his lifetime was one of the most renowned freebooters in\n Annandale.\u201d Mr Macmath, who pointed out the passage to me, observes\n that in Thomson\u2019s map of Dumfriesshire, 1828, the name is given\n \u201cCocketfield,\u201d and that there is also a Cocket Hill.\n\nFootnote 4:\n\n Colophon: [P]rynted at London, in Fletestrete, at [the si]gne of the\n Sonne, by me Iohn [By]ddell. In the yere of our lord god\n m.ccccc.xxxvj. The seconde daye of June. Iohn\u0304 Byddell.\n\n Eight lines wanting: 120^{3,4}; 121; 168^{3,4}. Mutilated at the\n beginning: 169; 170. Mutilated at the end: 164^1; 165^3; 167^1.\n\nFootnote 5:\n\n Eleven lines wanting: 60^{2,3,4}; 67^4; 68^{1,2}; 100^3; 104^4;\n 105^{1,2}; 110^4. Mutilated at the beginning: 61\u201364^1; 64^3\u201367^3;\n 75^4\u201383^1; 90^{4,5,6}; 96^4; 105^3\u2013110^3; 111^{1,2}. Mutilated at the\n end: 60^1; 101^3; 102^3; 103^1; 104^{2,3}. Elsewhere: 97^{2,3}; 104^1.\n\nFootnote 6:\n\n Colophon. Imprinted at London, in Lothburye, by Wyllyam Copeland.\n\nFootnote 7:\n\n \u201cTwo leaves, discovered in the pasteboard or fly-leaves of a book\n received from abroad.\u201d\n\nFootnote 8:\n\n #b# was kindly copied for me by Mr J. P. Collier in 1857. Mr Collier\n described his fragment as \u201ca scrap which once formed the fly-leaf of a\n book.\u201d Hazlitt says that the type is clearly older than Copland\u2019s, and\n very like Wynkyn de Worde\u2019s.\n\nFootnote 9:\n\n This old woman gives the title \u2018Auld Matrons\u2019 to a ballad in Buchan\u2019s\n larger collection, II, 238, in which kitchen-tradition has made over\n some of the incidents in the First Fit of Adam Bell.\n\nFootnote 10:\n\n Vischer, Die Sage von der Befreiung der Waldst\u00e4dte, pp 33, 36 f;\n Rochholz, Germania, XIII, 56 f. \u201cWa er das nit hette gethan, so hette\n er selbs m\u00fcssen darumb sterben:\u201d Russ\u2019s Chronicle, 1482, Vischer, p.\n 50.\n\nFootnote 11:\n\n Liliencron, Die historischen Volkslieder der Deutschen, II, 109, No\n 147; B\u00f6hme, p. 47, No 10; Vischer, p. 46; Rochholz, Tell u. Gessler,\n p. 180; Tobler, p. 3. This or a like song was known to Russ, 1482.\n Tschudi, about a hundred years later, c. 1570, says that the child was\n five or six, not more than six, years old: Vischer, p. 122. There is\n another, but later and even worse, \u201csong\u201d about William Tell and the\n confederacy: B\u00f6hme, No 11, p. 49; Wunderhorn, 1808, II, 129; etc.\n\nFootnote 12:\n\n M\u00fcllenhoff, Sagen, u. s. w., der Herzogth\u00fcmer Schleswig Holstein u.\n Lauenburg, p. 57, No 66. The story is localized at another place in\n Holstein, with the change of apple to pear: L\u00fctolf, Germania, VIII,\n 213.\n\nFootnote 13:\n\n Torf\u00e6us, in his history of Norway, III, 371, speaks of a ballad about\n Heming sung in his time, c. 1700, which would seem to have been the\n same as this, only somewhat fuller. Landstad, p. 187.\n\n These ballads represent the king as regarding himself as quite\n unapproachable in athletic exercises. The little boy of ballads,\n sm\u00e1drengin, kongins l\u00edtil svein, Norwegian #B#, F\u00e4r\u00f6e #A#, or, in a\n F\u00e4r\u00f6e variation (Hammershaimb, p. 161), Harald\u2019s queen, intimates\n knowledge of an equal or superior. Harald answers, in true ballad\n style, in F\u00e4r\u00f6e #A# 6, If he is not my better, you shall burn for it.\n In Norwegian #B#, F\u00e4r\u00f6e #A#, the king immediately sets out to find his\n rival. Cf. Charlemagne and King Arthur, I, 275, 279, and the beginning\n of \u2018King Estmere,\u2019 II, 51, and Landstad, p. 177, note 1.\n\nFootnote 14:\n\n The Witches\u2019 Hammer was composed in 1486, and Punker is there recorded\n to have exercised his devil\u2019s craft sixty years before. Elsewhere\n Punker [Pumper] is said to have been torn to pieces by oppressed\n peasants in 1420. The name is spelled Puncler in the edition of 1620,\n pp 248 f, and Puncher in the edition followed by Grimm. See Rochholz\n in Germania, XIII, 48\u201351.\n\nFootnote 15:\n\n The Tell story, complete, Apfelschuss, Felsensprung und Tyrannenmord,\n is said to occur among the Finns and the Lapps: E. Pabst, cited by\n Pfannenschmid, Germania, IX, 5. Particulars\u2019, which are very\n desirable, are not given. This would not add much to the range of the\n story.\n\nFootnote 16:\n\n In the prose Hemings \u00d0\u00e1ttr, the intent to take vengeance appears from\n Hemingr\u2019s wish that the king should stand close to the mark; in the\n ballads he reserves an arrow. In the \u00d3lafs Saga, Eindri\u00f0i openly\n announces his purpose; in all but this version (treating the prose\n Hemings \u00d0\u00e1ttr and the ballads as one), the archer provides himself\n with two arrows, or three.\n\nFootnote 17:\n\n Such as the penalty for missing, as above said; or Tell\u2019s shooting at\n a hundred and twenty paces, and bearing Cloudesly\u2019s name, William. If\n the coincidence as to the distance should be held to be very\n important, I, for one, should have no objection to admitting that this\n part of the ballad may be derived from the Tell story.\n\n J. Grimm remarked in 1813, Gedanken \u00fcber Mythos, Epos und Geschichte\n (Kleinere Schriften, IV, 77), that the similarity of the names Tell,\n Bell, Velent, Bellerophon (see a little further on, p. 21), could\n hardly fail to strike even a superficial observer, and also pointed to\n the identity of Tell\u2019s and Cloudesly\u2019s Christian name. In his Deutsche\n Mythologie, I, 317, ed. 1875, it is simply said that the surname Bell,\n as well as Cloudesly\u2019s Christian name, is suggestive of William Tell.\n\nFootnote 18:\n\n The poet is Mohammed ben Ibrahim, 1119\u2013c. 1230, and he bore the\n honorary title of Fur\u00eed Udd\u00een (Pearl of Religion), and the sobriquet\n of Att\u00e2r, perfumer. The title of the poem is The Language of Birds.\n Garcin de Tassy, La Po\u00e9sie Philosophique et Religieuse chez les\n Persans, Extrait de la Revue Contemporaine, t. xxiv, pp. 4, 35. \u201cNur\n den Apfel treffen wir hier.... Es bleibt also weiter nichts \u00fcbrig als\n anzunehmen dass die persische Sage ... in die grauesten Urzeiten des\n arischen Alterthums hinaufreichen muss.\u201d (Pfannenschmid, in Germania,\n X, 26 f.) A rapid inference.\n\nFootnote 19:\n\n Eindri\u00f0i also had accomplished a harder shot before he tried the\n chessman. But Hemingr, having done what was thought a masterly thing\n in cleaving a nut, is compelled to knock the same nut, shooting at the\n same distance, from his brother\u2019s head.\n\nFootnote 20:\n\n Das Inland, No 39, p. 630, cited by Rochholz, Tell und Gessler, p. 40\n f. Gerhard\u2019s Wila, I, 147 f, cited by Rochholz, p. 39 f. Eustathius to\n Iliad, xii, 101, first cited by Grimm, Deutsche Mythologie (who says,\n \u201cEs stimmt auch theilweise,\u201d p. 317, ed. 1875); by others later.\n\nFootnote 21:\n\n To Virgil, Ecl. v, 11, cited by Ideler, Die Sage von dem Schuss des\n Tell, p. 59, note 3.\n\nFootnote 22:\n\n Hisely, Recherches Critiques sur l\u2019Histoire de Guillaume Tell, p. 590.\n\nFootnote 23:\n\n Pfannenschmid, in Germania, X, 25; Rochholz, Tell und Gessler, p. 41\n f.\n\nFootnote 24:\n\n T. B. Thorpe, Reminiscences of the Mississippi, in Harper\u2019s New\n Monthly Magazine, XII, 30. A story is there related of a famous Mike\n Fink\u2019s striking an apple from a man\u2019s head by shooting between it and\n the skull, like the Scandinavian marksmen. In Captain Mayne Reid\u2019s\n Scalp Hunters, or Romantic Adventures in Northern Mexico, ch. 22, we\n are told of an Indian\u2019s shooting a prairie-gourd from the head of his\n sister, which may or may not be an invention. The title of the chapter\n is A Feat \u00e0 la Tell, and this may perhaps be the only foundation for\n an assertion that the Tell story had been found in Mexico; at least,\n inquiries have not brought to light any other.\n\nFootnote 25:\n\n For the interpretation which has been put upon the Tell story, see,\n among many, Pfannenschmid, in Germania, X, 1\u201340; Rochholz, Tell und\n Gessler, in Sage und Geschichte.\n\n The mildew of myth spreads, of course, from William to his comrades.\n J. Grimm, in his Gedanken \u00fcber Mythos, etc., 1813, interprets Clim,\n Cloudesly, and Clough all in the sense of nail, sharp point, arrow;\n and as Bell is \u03b2\u03ad\u03bb\u03bf\u03c2, Tell is telum, Toko \u03c4\u03cc\u03be\u03bf\u03bd, and Egil is igel,\n hedgehog, and therefore the spine of the hedgehog, and therefore dart,\n the names are all one as to meaning. But Grimm appears to have been\n less confident about these etymologies in later days. Sir G. W. Cox,\n on the other hand, says that Cloudesly\u2019s name marks him as an\n inhabitant of Cloudland. (Meanwhile, every likelihood favors the\n derivation of Cloudesly from cl\u00fad, rock, and le\u00e1h, lea, and the\n interpretation of Clim as Clem and of Clough as ravine.) Cloudesly and\n his mates are all the more mythical because they are three, and\n because, as it is asserted, Robin Hood is mythical, with whom they\n are, one and all, assumed to be identical.\n\nFootnote 26:\n\n Camden, Britannia, II, 175, ed. 1772. King Edward the First, when\n hunting in this forest, is said to have killed two hundred bucks in\n one day. For Arthur\u2019s hunting there, see Robson, Three Early English\n Metrical Romances, p. 26, LV^7, p. 59, V^1; Madden\u2019s Syr Gawayne, p.\n 298, v. 16; this book, I, 294, st. 9, etc.\n\nFootnote 27:\n\n Cronykil of Scotland, Book vii, v. 3523 f, ed. Laing, II, 263.\n\nFootnote 28:\n\n John Bell robbed the Chamberlain\u2019s men of cattle, 1337: Exchequer\n Rolls of Scotland, II, 437. The Bells are included with the Grahams,\n Armstrongs, and others, among the bad and more vagrant of the great\n surnames of the border, by the Lord Warden of the Marches of England,\n 1593 (Rymer\u2019s F\u0153dera, XVI, 183, ed. 1727, cited by Bishop Percy), and\n had no better estimation in Scotland.\n\nFootnote 29:\n\n #a# preserves stanzas 1\u201383^4, 118^4\u2013208^3, 314^2\u2013349^3; with defects\n at 2^{2,3}, 7^1, 123^4\u2013127^3, 133\u2013136^3. It has therefore about 200\n stanzas out of 456.\n\n #c# preserves 26^4\u201360^3; #d#, 280\u2013350, very much mutilated; #e#,\n 435^4\u2013450^1, very much mutilated. #e#, inserted among the Douce\n fragments, was presented by Mr Halliwell-Phillips.\n\nFootnote 30:\n\n Dr Farmer considered these leaves to be of Rastell\u2019s printing, and\n older by some years than #b#; which is not quite intelligible, since\n Rastell\u2019s work is put at 1517\u201338. #c# is cited under Rastell\u2019s name in\n Ritson\u2019s second edition as well as his first.\n\nFootnote 31:\n\n 9^4, #a#, allther moste: #b#, all other moste. (#f#, #g#, of all\n other; #b#, 283^3, all ther best; 284^1, all theyre best; #f#, #g#, al\n of the best.) 61^4, #a#, Muche in fere: #b#, Much also. 68^4, #a#, By\n xxviii (eight and twenty) score: #b# (#f#, #g#), By eyghtene score,\n which gives no meaning. 138^3, #a#, frembde bested: #b# (#f#, #g#),\n frend. 173^4, #a#, same nyght: #b#, same day. 176^4, #a#, wode hore:\n #b# (#f#, #g#), wode tre. 333^2, #a#, on rode: #b# (#f#, #g#), on a\n tre. 343^2, #a#, The sherif: #b# (#f#, #g#), The knyght.\n\nFootnote 32:\n\n 13^3, #a#, #b#, husbonde: #f#, #g#, husbandeman. 256^1, #b#, in yonder\n other corser: #f#, on the other courser: #g#, in the other coffer.\n 274^4, 286^2, 387^4, 412^2, #b#, trystell-tre: #f#, #g#, trusty tre.\n 385^1, #b#, \u201ctarpe\u201d: #f#, #g#, seale. 371^4, #b#, blyve: #f#, #g#,\n blythe, etc.\n\nFootnote 33:\n\n 111^2, That all this world\u00eb wrought; 163^2, The whil\u00eb that he wolde;\n 316^4, To met\u00eb can they gone; 72^4, But his bow\u00eb tree; 29^1, They\n brought hym to the lodg\u00eb dore.\n\n 255^4, To seke a monk\u00ebs male; 360^3, He shall haue the knyght\u00ebs\n londys; 369^1, And I wyll be your led\u00ebs man; 376^1, Robyn toke the\n kyng\u00ebs hors; 366^3, 367^2, 368^4, etc. 336^3, For our der\u00eb lady loue.\n\n 31^1, With word\u00ebs fayre and fre; 34^4, Of all these wek\u00ffs thre; 210^2,\n Or a man that myrth\u00ebs can; 318^4, The wall\u00ebs all aboute; 60^2, 331^4,\n 332^2, 371^2, etc. 433^4, And all his menn\u00ebs fe.\n\n 21^2, By a dern\u00eb strete; 25^1, Welcome be thou to gren\u00eb wode; 298^1,\n But had I the in gren\u00eb wode; 327^3, 373^3, 374^3.\n\n 56^4, Ouer the salt\u00eb see; 173^4, That ylk\u00eb sam\u00eb nyght; 213^2, By the\n hy\u00eb way; 235^2, Of all this long\u00eb day; 241^1, 292^4, 303^2, 305^1,\n 393^2, 455^4, etc. 25^2, Hend\u00eb knyght & fre; 113^3, Out, he sayd, thou\n fals\u00eb knyght; 242^3, Therfore I cun the mor\u00eb thanke.\n\n 47^2, 100^2, By God that mad\u00eb me; 80^4, To walk\u00eb by his syde; 222^2,\n And that shall rew\u00eb the; 297^4, Other wyse thou behot\u00eb me; 426^1, So\n God me help\u00eb, sayd our kynge. #d#, 282^2, 317^2, herkeneth.\n\nFootnote 34:\n\n Ritson had seen, among Peck\u2019s collections for the history of\n Premonstratensian monasteries, a Latin poem with the title Prioris\n Alnwicensis de bello Scotico apud Dunbar, tempore regis Edwardi I,\n dictamen, sive rithmus Latinus, quo de Willielmo Wallace, Scotico illo\n Robin Whood, plura sed invidiose canit, and in the margin the date 22\n Julii, 1304; whence he concluded that Robin Hood was both mentioned,\n and compared with Wallace, in 1304. The date refers to matters in the\n poem. The MS. (Sloane, 4934, pars II, ff 103\u2013106) is of the eighteenth\n century, Hardy, Descriptive Catalogue, etc., III, 279, No 503. The\n title was supplied by Peck, one of whose marks is the spelling Whood.\n\nFootnote 35:\n\n Either Randle the second, earl from 1128 to 1153, or Randle the third,\n earl from 1181 and for fifty years, would be likely to be the subject\n of ballads, but especially the latter. He figures in the story of Fulk\n Fitz Warine: Wright, p. 149.\n\nFootnote 36:\n\n Cited by Ritson. I have not found the writs.\n\nFootnote 37:\n\n Cited in the Edinburgh Review, 1847, LXXXVI, 134, note; and by Hunter,\n 1852, The Ballad-Hero, Robin Hood, p. 58 (where the year is wrongly\n given as 1432). It appears from many cases that the name was very\n often pronounced R\u00f3binhode.\n\nFootnote 38:\n\n \u201cRobertus Hode et Litill-Johanne, cum eorum complicibus, de quibus\n stolidum vulgus hianter in com\u0153diis et in trag\u0153diis prurienter festum\n faciunt, et pr\u00e6 ceteris romanciis mimos et bardanos cantitare\n delectantur.\u201d\n\n \u201cOf whom the foolish vulgar in comedies and tragedies make lewd\n entertainment, and are delighted to hear the jesters and minstrels\n sing them above all other ballads:\u201d Ritson, whose translation may\n pass. Ritson rightly observes that comedies and tragedies here are not\n to be understood as plays. Then follows this abstract of one of the\n \u2018tragedies.\u2019\n\n \u201cDe quo etiam qu\u00e6dam commendabilia recitantur, sicut patuit in hoc,\n quod cum ipse quondam in Barnisdale, iram regis et fremitum principis\n declinans, missam, ut solitus erat, devotissime audiret, nec aliqua\n necessitate volebat interrumpere officium, quadam die, cum audiret\n missam, a quodam vicecomite et ministris regis, eum s\u00e6pius perprius\n infestantibus, in illo secretissimo loco nemorali ubi miss\u00e6 interfuit\n exploratus, venientes ad eum qui hoc de suis perceperunt ut omni\n annisu fugeret suggesserunt. Quod, ob reverentiam sacramenti, quod\n tunc devotissime venerabatur, omnino facere recusavit. Sed, ceteris\n suis ob metum mortis trepidantibus, Robertus, in tantum confisus in\n eum quem coluit, inveritus, cum paucis qui tunc forte ei affuerunt\n inimicos congressus eos de facili devicit, et, de eorum spoliis ac\n redemptione ditatus, ministros ecclesi\u00e6 et missas in majore\n veneratione semper et de post habere pr\u00e6elegit, attendens quod\n vulgariter dictum est:\n\n Hunc deus exaudit qui missam s\u00e6pius audit.\u201d\n\n Scotichronicon, ed. Goodall, II, 104.\n\nFootnote 39:\n\n Major was in extreme old age in 1524: see Moir\u2019s Wallace, I, iv.\n \u201cRobertus Hudus Anglus et Paruus Ioannes, latrones famatissimi in\n nemoribus latuerunt, solum opulentorum virorum bona diripientes.\n Nullum nisi eos inuadentem, vel resistentem pro suarum rerum tuitione,\n occiderunt Centum sagittarios ad pugnam aptissimos Robertus\n latrociniis aluit, quos 400 viri fortissimi inuadere non audebant.\n Rebus huius Roberti gestis tota Britannia in cantibus utitur. F\u0153minam\n nullam opprimi permisit, nec pauperum bona surripuit, verum eos ex\n abbatum bonis ablatis opipare pauit.\u201d Historia Maioris Britanni\u00e6, fol.\n 55 b.\n\n It will be observed that Wyntoun, Bower, and Mair are Scots.\n\nFootnote 40:\n\n Because comic and not heroic, and because Robin is put at a\n disadvantage. In the other ballads Robin Hood is \u201cevermore the best.\u201d\n Though there is humor in the Gest, it is kept well under, and never\n lowers Robin\u2019s dignity.\n\nFootnote 41:\n\n The only one of these ballads entered in the Stationers\u2019 Registers, or\n known to have been printed, at a date earlier than the seventeenth\n century is No 124, \u2018Of Wakefylde and a Grene,\u2019 1557\u201358.\n\n The earliest known copy of Robin Hood\u2019s Garland is one in the Bodleian\n Library, Wood, 79, printed for W. Gilbertson, 1663. This contains\n seventeen ballads. An edition of 1670, in the same library, Douce, H.\n 80, for Coles, Vere and Wright, omits the first of these, a version of\n Robin Hood and Queen Katherine which is found nowhere else. There is\n an edition, printed by J. M. for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T.\n Passinger, among Pepys\u2019s Penny Merriments, vol. iii, and Gutch had a\n copy, printed for the same, to which he gives the date 1686. Garlands\n of the eighteenth century increase the number of ballads to\n twenty-seven.\n\nFootnote 42:\n\n In the Stationers\u2019 Registers, 1562\u201363, Arber, I, 204, \u2018a ballett of\n Robyn Hod\u2019 is licensed to John Alde. The best one would expect of this\n would be a better copy of some later broadside. \u2018Robyn Hode in\n Barnysdale stode\u2019 is the first line of a mock-song introduced into the\n Morality of the Four Elements (which alludes to the discovery of\n America \u201cwithin this xx. yere\u201d): Halliwell, Percy Society, vol. xxii,\n p. 51. It is mentioned (\u201cAs R. H.,\u201d etc.) in Udall\u2019s translation of\n Erasmi Apothegmata, 1542: Hazlitt, Handbook, pp 513 f. This line,\n Ritson observes, has been repeatedly cited, singularly enough, in\n law-cases (and always misquoted: in Barnwood stood, in Barnwell stood,\n upon Greendale stood): Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood, 1832, I, lxxxix ff. We\n find \u201cRobyn stode in Bernesdale,\u201d Gest, 3^1; also, \u201cAs Robin Hood in\n the forest stood,\u201d No 138, 2^1; \u201cWhen Robin Hood in the greenwood\n stood,\u201d No 141, 1^1, both texts very much later than the interlude. It\n is not strictly necessary to assume, as Ritson does, that the line\n belongs to a lost ballad; it may be from some older text of one that\n we have.\n\nFootnote 43:\n\n Knights and squires are exempted in the Gest, 14, inconsistently with\n 7, and, as to knights, with the tenor of what follows.\n\nFootnote 44:\n\n Bower, as above. The writer in the L. & W. Review does not distinguish\n Fordun and Bower.\n\nFootnote 45:\n\n Lieut.-Col. Prideaux states the resemblances between the story of Fulk\n Fitz Warine and that of Robin Hood, in an interesting article in Notes\n and Queries, 7th series, II, 421 ff, and suggests that the latter has\n borrowed from the former. Undoubtedly this might be, but both may have\n borrowed from the common stock of tradition.\n\nFootnote 46:\n\n The Pinder of Wakefield became, according to his ballad, one of Robin\n Hood\u2019s men, but is not heard of in any other. Will Stutly is also one\n in No 141; Clifton, No 145; David of Doncaster, No 152. Robin Hood\n assumes the name Locksley in No 145, and by a blunder Locksley is made\n one of his men in 147 and 153. Scarlet and Scathlock are made two in\n the Earl of Huntington plays. Grafton says that the name of William of\n Goldesborough was graven, among others, with that of Robin Hood on\n Robin\u2019s tombstone: Chronicle, I, 222, ed. 1809. Ritson says that\n Munday makes Right-hitting Brand one of the band: I have not observed\n this.\n\nFootnote 47:\n\n Robin Hood presents the friar with a \u201clady free,\u201d not named, who may\n be meant for a degraded Maid Marian, such as Falstaff refers to in 1\n Henry IV, III, iii, 129.\n\nFootnote 48:\n\n Stow, Survay of London, 1598, p. 72, in Ritson\u2019s excellent note EE,\n Robin Hood, I, cix ff, ed. 1832, which contains almost all the\n important information relative to the subject. Stow adds that in\n consequence of a riot on Mayday, 1517, the great Mayings and May-games\n were not after that time \u201cso freely used as afore.\u201d\n\nFootnote 49:\n\n These are the people\u2019s sports. Hall, fol. lvi, b, cited by Ritson,\n gives an account of a Maying devised by the guards for the\n entertainment of Henry VIII and his queen, in 1516. The king and\n queen, while riding with a great company, come upon a troop of two\n hundred yeomen in green. One of these, calling himself Robin Hood,\n invites the king to see his men shoot, and then to an\n outlaws-breakfast of venison. The royal party, on their return home,\n were met by a chariot drawn by five horses, in which sat \u201cthe Lady May\n accompanied with Lady Flora,\u201d who saluted the king with divers songs.\n\nFootnote 50:\n\n Lysons, The Environs of London, I, 225\u201332.\n\nFootnote 51:\n\n The last two lines are to be understood, I apprehend, exclusively of\n the May, and the lord and lady mean Lord and Lady of the May. The Lord\n of Misrule, \u201cwith his hobby-horses, dragons, and other \u00e1ntiques,\u201d used\n to go to church: Stubbes, Anatomy of Abuses, ed. Furnivall, p. 147.\n\nFootnote 52:\n\n Myselfe remembreth of a childe, in contreye native mine,\n A Maygame was of Robyn Hood, and of his traine, that time,\n To traine up young men, stripplings, and eche other younger childe,\n In shooting; yearely this with solempne feast was by the guylde\n Or brotherhood of townsmen don, etc.\n\n Richard Robinson, 1553, in Ritson, p. cxii f, ed. 1832.\n\nFootnote 53:\n\n A Christmas game of very modern date is described in The Mirror, XXVI,\n 42, in which there was a troop of morris-dancers with Robin Hood and\n Maid Marian; and also Beelzebub and his wife. Cited by Kuhn, Haupt\u2019s\n Zeitschrift, V, 481.\n\nFootnote 54:\n\n The entries in the Kingston accounts for 28 and 29 Henry VIII, if they\n refer to the morris-dance only, would show the morris to be\n constituted as follows:\n\n (28 Henry VIII.) Four dancers, fool, Maid Marian, friar, and piper. A\n minstrel is also mentioned.\n\n (29 Henry VIII.) Friar, Maid Marian, Morian (Moor?), four dancers,\n fool. This entry refers to the costume of the characters, which may\n account for the omission of the piper. Lysons, Environs of London, I,\n 228 f.\n\nFootnote 55:\n\n It need hardly be remarked that the morris was neither an exclusively\n English dance nor exclusively a May-game dance. A Flemish morris,\n delineated in an engraving dated 1460\u201370, has for personages a lady,\n fool, piper, and six dancers: Douce, p. 446 f. In Robert Laneham\u2019s\n description of a bride-ale at Kenilworth, 1575, there is a\n morris-dance, \u201caccording to the ancient manner,\u201d in the which the\n parties are Maid Marian, the fool, and six dancers: Furnivall, Captain\n Cox, p. 22 f. A painting of about 1625 has a morris-dance of seven\n figures, a Maid Marian, fool, piper, hobby-horse, and three dancers. A\n tract, of Elizabeth\u2019s time, speaks of \u201ca quintessence, beside the fool\n and the Maid Marian, of all the picked youth, footing the morris about\n a Maypole,\u201d to the pipe and tabor, and other music; and a poem of 1614\n describes a country morris-dance of a fool, Maid Marian, hobby-horse,\n and piper: Ellis\u2019s Brand, p. 206 f.\n\nFootnote 56:\n\n The well-to-do Codrus says to the starving Menalcas, who has been\n venting his spleen against \u201crascolde\u201d rivals,\n\n \u2018Yet would I gladly heare some mery fit\n Of Maide Marian, _or els_ of Robin Hood.\u2019\n\n Codrus is here only suggesting themes which would be agreeable to him.\n We are not to deduce from his words that there were ballads about Maid\n Marian. But if there had been, they would have been distinct from\n ballads about Robin Hood.\n\nFootnote 57:\n\n See Monmerqu\u00e9 et Michel, Th\u00e9atre Fran\u00e7ais au Moyen Age, 1842, Notice\n sur Adam de la Halle, pp 27 ff, the songs, pp 31 ff, the play, pp 102\n ff; Ducange, Robinetus. Henryson\u2019s Robin and Ma\u2019kyne was undoubtedly\n suggested by the French pastorals.\n\nFootnote 58:\n\n I must invoke the spirit of Ritson to pardon the taking of no very\n serious notice of Robin Hood\u2019s noble extraction. The first mention of\n this seems to be in Grafton\u2019s Chronicle, 1569. Grafton says: In an\n olde and auncient pamphlet I finde this written of the sayd Robert\n Hood. This man, sayth he, discended of a noble parentage; or rather,\n beyng of a base stocke and linage, was for his manhoode and chiualry\n aduaunced to the noble dignitie of an erle.... But afterwardes he so\n prodigally exceeded in charges and expences that he fell into great\n debt, by reason whereof so many actions and sutes were commenced\n against him, wherevnto he aunswered not, that by order of lawe he was\n outlawed, etc.: I, 221, ed. 1809. (Some such account furnished a\n starting-point for Munday.) Leland also, Ritson adds, has expressly\n termed him \u201cnobilis\u201d (Ro: Hood, nobilis ille exlex), Collectanea, I,\n 54, ed. 1770, and Warner, in Albion\u2019s England (1586), p. 132, ed.\n 1612, calls him a \u201ccounty\u201d:\n\n Those daies begot some mal-contents, the principall of whom\n A countie was, that with a troop of yeomandry did roam.\n\n Ritson also cites the Sloane MS., 715, \u201cwritten, as it seems, toward\n the end of the sixteenth century;\u201d and Harleian MS., 1233, which he\n does not date, but which is of the middle of the seventeenth century.\n Against the sixteenth-century testimony, so to call it, we put in that\n of the early ballads, all of which describe Robin as a yeoman, the\n Gest emphasizing the point.\n\nFootnote 59:\n\n The Edinburgh Review, LXXXVI, 123 (with a slight correction in one\n instance), mostly from Ritson, I, cix, cxxvi ff, 1832, and from\n Wright\u2019s Essays, etc., II, 209 f, 1846. Of course the list might be\n extended: there are some additions in The Academy, XXIV, 231, 1883,\n and four Robin Hood\u2019s wells in Yorkshire alone are there noted.\n\nFootnote 60:\n\n A Robin Hood\u2019s Stone, near Barnsdale, of what description we are not\n told, is mentioned in an account of a progress made by Henry VII, and\n Robin Hood\u2019s Well, in the same region, in an account of a tour made in\n 1634: Hunter\u2019s Robin Hood, p. 61. The well is also mentioned by\n Drunken Barnaby. A Robin Hood\u2019s Hill is referred to in Vicars\u2019 account\n of the siege of Gloucester in 1643: The Academy, XXIV, 231.\n\nFootnote 61:\n\n Gough, in the Gentleman\u2019s Magazine, March 8, 1793, cited by Gutch.\n Wright has, somewhat naively, furnished his own refutation: \u201cA large\n tumulus we know well in our own county, near Ludlow in Shropshire,\n which is also called Robin Hood\u2019s But, and which affords us a curious\n instance how new stories were often invented to account for a name\n whose original import was forgotten. The circumstances, too, in this\n case, prove that the story was of late invention. The barrow, as\n regarded superstitiously, had borne the name of Robin Hood. On the\n roof of one of the chancels of the church of Ludlow, which is called\n Fletchers\u2019 chancel, as having been, when \u2018the strength of England\n stood upon archery,\u2019 the place where the fletchers held their\n meetings, and which is distant from the aforesaid barrow two miles, or\n two miles and a half, there stands an iron arrow, as the sign of their\n craft. The imagination of the people of the place, after archery and\n fletchers had been forgotten, and when Robin Hood was known only as an\n outlaw and a bowman, made a connection between the barrow (from its\n name) and the chancel (from the arrow on its roof), and a tale was\n invented how the outlaw once stood upon the former and took aim at the\n weathercock on the church steeple; but the distance being a little too\n great, the arrow fell short of its mark, and remained up to the\n present day on the roof of the chancel.\u201d (Essays, I, 209 f.)\n\n A correspondent of The Academy, XXIV, 181, remarks that one of the\n Anglo-Saxon charters in Kemble\u2019s Codex Diplomaticus mentions a \u201cplace\u201d\n in Worcestershire called H\u00f3des \u00e1c (now Hodsoak), that there is a\n village in Nottinghamshire called Hodsock, that it is improbable that\n two men living in districts so widely apart should each have given his\n name to an oak-tree, and that therefore we may safely conclude H\u00f3d to\n be a mythical personage. Somebody\u2019s tree is given as a boundary mark\n more than thirty times in these charters, somebody\u2019s thorn at least\n ten times, somebody\u2019s oak at least five times. How often such a mark\n might occur in connection with any particular name would depend upon\n the frequency of the name. H\u00f3d or H\u00f3de is cited thirteen times by\n Kemble, and few names occur oftener. The name, we may infer, was\n relatively as common then as it is in our century, which has seen\n three Admiral Hoods (who, by virtue of being three, may be adjudged as\n mythical by and by) and one poet Hood alive together. Why may not\n three retired w\u00edcings and one sc\u00f3p, of the name, have been living in\n Berks, Hants, Wilts, and Worcestershire in the tenth century?\n\nFootnote 62:\n\n Plot\u2019s History of Staffordshire, p. 434, cited in Ellis\u2019s Brand, I,\n 383; The Mirror, XX, 419, cited by Kuhn, Haupt\u2019s Zeitschrift, V, 474\n f. The Kentish sport is also described in the Rev. W. D. Parish\u2019s\n Dictionary of the Kentish Dialect, p. 77, under Hoodening.\n\nFootnote 63:\n\n In West Worcestershire _h_ is put for _w_, \u201cby an emphatic speaker,\u201d\n in such words as wood, wool: Mrs Chamberlain\u2019s Glossary. Hood for wood\n occurs in East Sussex; also in Somerset, according to Halliwell\u2019s\n Dictionary. The derivation of Hood from wood has often been suggested:\n as by Peele, in his Edward I, \u201cRobin of the Wood, alias Robin Hood,\u201d\n Works, Dyce, I, 162. The inventive Peck was pleased always to write\n Robin Whood.\n\nFootnote 64:\n\n The Hobby-Horse, Schimmel, Fastnachtspferd, Herbstpferd, Adventspferd,\n Chevalet, Cheval Mallet, is maintained by Mannhardt to be figurative\n of the Corn-Sprite, Kornd\u00e4mon; nichts anderes als das Kornross,\n Vegetationsross, nicht aber eine Darstellung Wodans, wie man nach\n Kuhns Vorgang jetzt allgemein annimmt: Mannhardt, Mythologische\n Forschungen, in Quellen u. Forschungen, LI, p. 165. \u201cMan sieht den\n Ungrund der bei deutschen Mythologen so beliebten Identifizierung von\n Robin Hood und Wodan:\u201d Mannhardt, Wald- u. Feldkulte, I, 546, note 3.\n\nFootnote 65:\n\n The reasoning, in the instance of Robin Hood, has been signally loose\n and incautious; still, the general conclusion finds ready acceptance\n with mythologists, on one ground or another, and deductions are made\n with the steadiness of a geometer. Robin Hood, being one of the \u201csolar\n heroes,\u201d \u201chas his faint reflection in Little John, who stands to him\n in the same relation as Patroclus to Achilles,\u201d etc. \u201cMaid Marian will\n therefore be the dawn-maiden, to be identified with Briseis,\u201d etc.\n \u201cFriar Tuck is one of the triumvirate who appear also in the Cloudesly\n and Tell legends,\u201d etc. And again, by an interpreter of somewhat\n different views: \u201cthough a considerable portion of this story is\n ultimately derived from the great Aryan sun-myth, there is the\n strongest reason for believing that the Anglian H\u00f3d was not originally\n a solar personage, but a degraded form of the God of the Wind,\n Hermes-Woden. The thievish character of this divinity explains at once\n why his name should have been chosen as the popular appellation of an\n outlaw chief.\u201d (The Academy, XXIV, 250, 384.)\n\n The Potter in the later Play of Robin Hood (not in the corresponding\n ballad) wears a rose garland on his head. So does a messenger in the\n history of Fulk Fitz Warine, Wright, p. 78, not to mention other cases\n referred to by Ritson, Robin Hood, II, 200, ed. 1832. Fricke, Die\n Robin-Hood Balladen, p. 55, surmises that the rose garland worn by the\n Potter may be a relic of the strife between Summer and Winter; and\n this view, he suggests, would tend to confirm \u201cthe otherwise\n well-grounded hypothesis\u201d that Robin Hood is a mythological personage.\n\nFootnote 66:\n\n \u201cDesde la \u00faltima d\u00e9cada del siglo xvi hasta pocos a\u00f1os hace, no eran\n ya los h\u00e9roes del pueblo ni los Bernardos, ni los Cides, ni los\n Pulgares, ni los Garcilasos, ni los C\u00e9spedes, ni los Paredes, porque\n su pueblo estaba muerto \u00f3 trasformado en vulgo, y este habia\n sustituido \u00e1 aquellos los guapos Francisco Est\u00e9ban, los Correas, los\n Merinos, los Salinas, los Pedrajas, los Montijos.\u201d (Duran, p. 389,\n note.)\n\nFootnote 67:\n\n Bernardo del Montijo, Duran, No 1342, kills an alcalde at the age of\n eighteen, \u201ccon bastante causa:\u201d upon which phrase Duran observes,\n \u201cpara el vulgo era bastante causa, sin duda, el ser alcalde.\u201d\n Beginning with so much promise of spirit, he afterwards, in carrying\n off his mistress, who was about to be wedded against her will, kills\n six constables, a corregidor, the bridegroom, and a captain of the\n guard. For differences, compare the English broadside R. H. and\n Allen-a-Dale, No 138.\n\nFootnote 68:\n\n \u201cDoch sind sie meist ohne grossen poetischen Werth, nur als Zeugniss\n f\u00fcr die Denkweise des Volkes \u00fcber die \u2018armen Bursche,\u2019 die es lange\n nicht f\u00fcr so grosse Verbrecher h\u00e4lt als der Staat, und die es, ihre\n Vorurtheile theilend, im Gegentheile oft als k\u00fchne Freiheitshelden\n betrachtet, die gegen gr\u00f6ssere oder kleinere Tyrannen sich zu erheben\n und denselben zu trotzen wagen, und als ungerecht verfolgte S\u00f6hne\n seines Stammes in Schutz nimmt gegen die fremden Gesetzvollstrecker.\u201d\n (Aigner, Ungarische Volksdichtungen, p. xxvi f.)\n\nFootnote 69:\n\n J. Hunter (Critical and Historical Tracts, No IV), whom I follow here,\n shows that Barnsdale was peculiarly unsafe for travellers in Edward\n the First\u2019s time. Three ecclesiastics, conveyed from Scotland to\n Winchester, had a guard, sometimes of eight archers, sometimes of\n twelve, or, further south, none at all; but when they passed from\n Pontefract to Tickhill, the number was increased to twenty, _propter\n Barnsdale_: p. 14.\n\nFootnote 70:\n\n Hunter suspects that the Nottinghamshire knight, Sir Richard at the\n Lee, in the latter half of the Gest, was originally a different person\n from the knight in the former half, \u201cthe knight of the Barnsdale\n ballads,\u201d p. 25. Fricke makes the same suggestion, Die Robin-Hood\n Balladen, p. 19. This may be, but the reasons offered are not quite\n conclusive.\n\nFootnote 71:\n\n And so, as to Nottingham and Barnsdale, in No 118; and perhaps No 121,\n for the reference to Wentbridge, st. 6, would imply that Robin Hood is\n in Barnsdale rather than Sherwood.\n\nFootnote 72:\n\n I say Barnsdale, though the place is not specified, and though\n Sherwood would remove or reduce the difficulty as to distance. We have\n nothing to do with Sherwood in the Gest: a rational topography is out\n of the question. In the seventh fit the king starts from Nottingham,\n 365, walks \u201cdown by yon abbey,\u201d 368, and ere he comes to Nottingham,\n 370, falls in with Robin, 375.\n\nFootnote 73:\n\n This was a custom of Arthur\u2019s only upon certain holidays, according to\n the earlier representation, but in later accounts is made general. For\n romances, besides these mentioned at I, 257, in which this way of\n Arthur\u2019s is noted (Rigomer, Jaufr\u00e9, etc.), see Gaston Paris, Les\n Romans en vers du Cycle de la Table Ronde, Histoire Litt. de la\n France, XXX, 49.\n\nFootnote 74:\n\n Pothouis Liber de Miraculis S. D. G. Mari\u00e6, c. 33, p. 377; Vincentius\n B., Speculum Hist., vii. c. 82. Mussafia, Sitzungsberichte der Wiener\n Akad., Phil.-Hist. Classe, CXIII, 960\u201391, notes nine Latin copies,\n besides that attributed to Potho, in MSS mostly of the 13th century.\n Gautier de Coincy, ed. Poquet, cols. 543\u201352; Adgar\u2019s Marienlegenden,\n Neuhaus, p. 176, No 29; Miracles de Nostre Dame par Personnages, G.\n Paris et U. Robert, VI, 171\u2013223, No 35; Romania, VIII, 16, No 3\n (Proven\u00e7al). Berceo, in Sanchez, II, 367, No 23. Unger, Mariu Saga, No\n 15, pp. 87\u201392, 1064\u201367. Mone\u2019s Anzeiger, VIII, col. 355, No 8, as a\n broadside ballad. Afanasief, Skazki, vii, No 49, as a popular tale,\n the Jew changed to a Tartar, and the Cross taken as surety, Ralston,\n Russian Folk-Tales, p. 27. \u201cGod-borg\u201d in Alfred\u2019s Laws, c. 33, Schmid,\n Gesetze der Angelsachsen, p. 88 f., was perhaps only an asseveration\n with an invocation of the Deity, like the Welsh \u201cbriduw.\u201d And so \u201cIch\n wil dir got ze b\u00fcrgen geben,\u201d \u201cGot den wil ich ze b\u00fcrgen han,\u201d in the\n Ritter v. Staufenberg, vv. 403, 405, J\u00e4nicke, Altdeutsche Studien.\n\nFootnote 75:\n\n Le Doctrinal de Sapience, fol. 67 b, cited by Legrand, is not to the\n purpose. Scala Celi refers to a Speculum Exemplorum.\n\n In Peele\u2019s Edward I, the friar, having lost five nobles at dice to St\n Francis, pays them to St Francis\u2019 receiver; but presently wins a\n hundred marks of the saint, and makes the receiver pay. (The story has\n in one point a touch of the French _fabliau_.) Peele\u2019s Works, ed.\n Dyce, I, 157\u201361.\n\nFootnote 76:\n\n hey hoy.\n\nFootnote 77:\n\n 435. The three in 433, as in 416, is for rhyme, and need not be taken\n strictly.\n\nFootnote 78:\n\n Critical and Historical Tracts, No IV, Robin Hood, p. 28 ff.\n\nFootnote 79:\n\n Think of Robin as light porter,\u2014Robin who had been giving and taking\n buffets that might fell an ox. Think of him as worn out with the work\n in eleven months, and dropped for disability. Think of his being put\n on threepence a day, after paying his yeomen at thrice the rate, 171,\n not to speak of such casual gratuities as we hear of in 382. \u201cThere is\n in all this, perhaps, as much correspondency as we can reasonably\n expect between the record and the ballad,\u201d says Hunter, p. 38.\n\nFootnote 80:\n\n Hunter asks if it is not possible to find in this Robert Hood of\n Wakefield, near Barnsdale, \u201cthe identical person whose name has been\n so strangely perpetuated.\u201d This Robert Hood would be a person of some\n consideration, and he would thus be qualified \u201cfor his station among\n the vadlets of the crown,\u201d\u2014three-penny vadlets, Great Hob, Little\n Coll, Robert _Trash_, and their fellows. The Wakefield Robert\u2019s wife\n was named Matilda, \u201cand the ballad testimony is\u2014not the Little Gest,\n but other ballads of uncertain antiquity,\u2014that the outlaw\u2019s wife was\n named Matilda, which name she exchanged for Marian when she joined him\n in the green-wood.\u201d (Pp 46\u201348.) Hunter has made a trivial mistake\n about Matilda: she belongs to Munday\u2019s play, and not to the ballads\n (ballad) he has in mind.\n\nFootnote 81:\n\n The sheriff flees from Barnsdale \u201ctowards his house in Nottingham,\u201d in\n stanza 57. In fact, though these places are fifty miles apart, this\n ballad treats them as adjacent. See p. 50 f.\n\nFootnote 82:\n\n Formerly among Sir John Fenn\u2019s papers (for the history of which see\n Gairdner, Paston Letters, I, vii. ff); now in the possession of Mr\n William Aldis Wright, of Trinity College, Cambridge. The fragment, Mr\n Wright informs me, is written on a paper which was evidently the last\n half-leaf of a folio MS. On the back are various memoranda, and among\n them this: It^m. R^d of Rechard Wytway, penter [_or_ peuter], for hes\n hosse rent, in full payment, lx [ix?] s\u2019, the vij day of November, a\u00ba\n Ed. iiij^{ti} xv \\[1475]. The grammatical forms of themselves warrant\n our putting the composition further back. This interesting relic has\n already been printed in Notes and Queries, First Series, XII, 321,\n from a very incorrect copy made by Dr Stukely. It is given here from a\n transcript made for me by Henry Bradshaw, of honored memory. Mr Wright\n has compared this with the original, and given me the history of the\n paper, so far as known.\n\n This paper, as far as we can see, came into Sir John Fenn\u2019s hands in\n company with the Paston Letters. In a letter of the date 1473, Sir\n John Paston writes: W. Woode, whyche promysed ... he wold never goo\n fro me, and ther uppon I have kepyd hym thys iii yer to pleye Seynt\n Jorge, and Robyn Hod and the Shryff off Nottyngham, and now, when I\n wolde have good horse, he is gone into Bernysdale, and I without a\n keeper. Fenn, Original Letters, etc., 1787, II, 134, cited by Ritson;\n Gairdner, Paston Letters, III, 89. The play cited above might be\n called one of Robin Hood and the Sheriff of Nottingham, and may\n possibly have been the very one in which William Wood was used to\n perform, before he went \u201cinto Barnysdale,\u201d that is, ran away from\n service.\n\nFootnote 83:\n\n The [d]oo in the last line is not quite certain. I am not sure that\n the parts are always rightly assigned in the third dialogue.\n\nFootnote 84:\n\n Norray should be Nornee, or Norny, the name of a court fool. He is\n mentioned in James IV\u2019s Treasurer\u2019s Accounts, 1503\u201312. See Laing\u2019s\n Dunbar, II, 307 f. Allan Bell being sly at shot, it is probable that\n Allan is miswritten in the MS. for Adam.\n\nFootnote 85:\n\n The gap at 30^2 occurs between two pages, and is peculiarly\n regrettable. The former reading of \u201cRobyns men\u201d in 30^1 made matters\n much worse, since there was no way of accounting for the appearance of\n his men at this point. We must suppose that some one of Robin\u2019s many\n friends carries the news of his capture to his band, and not simply\n that; with this there must have come information that their leader was\n to be held to await knowledge of the king\u2019s pleasure, otherwise delay\n would be dangerous, and summary measures for his deliverance be\n required.\n\nFootnote 86:\n\n The porter or warden, in such cases, may commonly look to have his\n neck wrung, to be thrown over the wall, into a well, etc.: compare\n Adam Bell, st. 65; Jock o the Side, sts 13, 14; the Tale of Gamelyn,\n Skeat, v. 303\u201305; Fulk Fitz Warine, Wright, pp 44, 82 f; King Horn.\n ed. Wissmann, vv 1097\u201399; Romance de don Gaiferos, F. Wolf, Ueber eine\n Sammlung spanischer Romanzen, p. 76, Wolf y Hofmann, Primavera, II,\n 148, No 174; etc.\n\nFootnote 87:\n\n En le temps de Averyl e May, quant les prees e les herbes\n reverdissent, et chescune chose vivaunte recovre vertue, beaute e\n force, les mountz e les valeys retentissent des douce chauntz des\n oseylouns, e les cuers de chescune gent, pur la beaute du temps e la\n sesone, mountent en haut e s\u2019enjolyvent, etc.: Wright, Warton Club,\n 1855, p. 1; Stevenson, Radulphi de Coggeshall Chronicon Anglicanum,\n etc., p. 277.\n\nFootnote 88:\n\n Already cited at p. 41. Bower wrote 1441\u201347, and died 1449: Skene,\n Johannis de Fordun Chronica, pp xv, xli.\n\nFootnote 89:\n\n Par cest exemple bien veons\n Que li dous Deux en qui creons\n Ame et chierist et honneure\n Celui qui volentiers demeure\n Pour o\u00efr messe en sainte eglise, etc.\n\n \u2018Du chevalier qui ooit la messe, et Notre-Dame estoit pour lui au\n tournoiement,\u2019 Barbazan et M\u00e9on, Fabliaux, 1808, I, 86.\n\nFootnote 90:\n\n These resemblances are noted by Fricke, Die Robin Hood Balladen, a\n dissertation, reprinted in Archiv f\u00fcr das Studium der neueren Sprachen\n (vol. 69), in which the relations of the ballads in question are\n discussed with sagacity and vigilance.\n\nFootnote 91:\n\n \u201cYou shall never hear more of me\u201d might mean something stronger, but\n it is unlikely that Will is so touchy as to throw up fealty for a\n testy word from a sick man. A stanza or more seems to be lost here.\n Arthur is equally hasty with Gawain. He makes his vow to be the bane\n of Cornwall King. It is an unadvised vow, says Gawain.\n\n And then bespake him noble Arthur,\n And these were the words said he:\n Why, if thou be afraid, Sir Gawaine the gay,\n Goe home, and drink wine in thine own country.\n\n I, 285, sts 33\u201335.\n\nFootnote 92:\n\n John is again his sole companion when Robin goes in search of Guy of\n Gisborne. The yeoman in stanza 3 should be Red Roger; but a suspicion\n has more than once come over me that the beginning of this ballad has\n been affected by some version of Guy of Gisborne.\n\nFootnote 93:\n\n I can make nothing of \u201cgive me mood,\u201d in 23^{1,2}. \u2018Give me God\u2019 or\n \u2018Give me my God,\u2019 seems too bold a suggestion: at any rate I have no\n example of God used simply for housel.\n\nFootnote 94:\n\n A few verses are wanting at the end. The \u201cmet-yard\u201d of the last line\n is one of the last things we should think Robin would care for.\n\nFootnote 95:\n\n It seemed to me at one time that there was a direction to shoot an\n arrow to determine the place of a grave also in No 16, #A# 3, #I#,\n 185.\n\n Now when that ye hear me gie a loud cry,\n Shoot frae thy bow an arrow, and there let me lye.\n\n But upon considering the corresponding passage in 16 #B#, #C#, and in\n 15 #B#, the idea seems rather to be, that the arrow is to leave the\n bow at the moment when the soul shoots from the body.\n\nFootnote 96:\n\n Ralston, Songs of the Russian People, p. 46, who cites #B# 17, 18. Mr\n Ralston observes that most of the so-styled Robber Songs of the\n Russians are reminiscences of the revolt of the Don Cossacks against\n Tsar Alexis Mikhailovich. Stenka Raz\u00edn, the chief of the insurgents,\n after setting for several years the forces of the Tsar at defiance,\n was put to a cruel death in 1672: p. 45, as above.\n\nFootnote 97:\n\n The personage may have been varied in the broadside ballads to catch\n the pence of tanners, tinkers, and the rest; or possibly some member\n of the respective fraternities might do this for the glory of his\n craft. A parallel case seems to be afforded by the well-known German\n ballad, \u2018Der Zimmergesell und die junge Markgr\u00e4fin,\u2019 which is also\n sung of a journeyman shoemaker, tailor, locksmith, etc.; as remarked\n by A. Gr\u00fcn, Robin Hood, Ein Balladenkranz, p. 47 f.\n\nFootnote 98:\n\n Fricke, Die Robin-Hood-Balladen, p. 20 f, suggests a ballad of Robin\n Hood and the Sheriff (How Robin took revenge for the sheriff\u2019s setting\n a price on his head), which may have been blended with another, of the\n Rescue of a Knight, to form the sixth fit of The Gest; and points to\n st. 329 of the Gest, \u2018Robyn Hode walked in the forest,\u2019 etc., as the\n probable beginning of such a ballad.\n\nFootnote 99:\n\n #b# would have taken precedence of #a#, having been printed earlier\n (1607\u201341), but I am at liberty only to collate Pepys copies. The Wood\n copies of Robin Hood ballads are generally preferable to the Pepys.\n\nFootnote 100:\n\n \u201cA wet weary man,\u201d #A# 7^1, should probably be \u201cwel weary.\u201d Why should\n R. H. be wet? And if wet, he may as well be a little wetter.\n\nFootnote 101:\n\n Like terms are assured the cook by John in the Gest, sts 170, 171, and\n offered the Tanner by Robin Hood, R. H. and the Tanner, st. 26. Cf.\n Adam Bell, sts 163\u201365.\n\n The \u2018Life\u2019 in the Sloane MS., which is put not much before 1600, says:\n He procurd the Pynner of Wakefeyld to become one of his company, and a\n freyr called Muchel; though some say he was an other kynd of religious\n man, for that the order of freyrs was not yet sprung up.\n\nFootnote 102:\n\n Curtilarius (Old English curtiler) qui curtile curat aut incolit:\n Ducange.\n\nFootnote 103:\n\n I suppose that it must already have been pointed out that the story of\n King Ramiro, versified by Southey from the Portuguese, Poetical Works,\n 1838, VI, 122, is a variety of that of Solomon. There are curious\n points of resemblance between \u2018R. H. rescuing Three Squires\u2019 and the\n conclusion of the story of Solomon.\n\nFootnote 104:\n\n Dodsley\u2019s Old Plays, 4th ed., by W. C. Hazlitt, VIII, 195, 232.\n\nFootnote 105:\n\n A very serious offence: see E. Peacock, Hales and Furnivall, Percy\n Folio Manuscript, I, lxii, note to p. 34.\n\nFootnote 106:\n\n Further on, Brathwayte alludes to a difference between Robin Hood and\n the Shoemaker of Bradford, which had been treated of by stage-poets.\n This refers to the fight that Robin Hood and George a Green have with\n the shoemakers, in chap. xii of the History (Thoms, p. 52 f), which is\n introduced into Robert Greene\u2019s play (Dyce, p. 199 f), but only George\n does the fighting there. It is mere carelessness when Munday,\n \u2018Downfall,\u2019 etc., applies the name of George a Greene to the Shoemaker\n of Bradford (Hazlitt, as above, p. 151). In the same play and the same\n scene he makes Scathlock and Scarlet two persons.\n\nFootnote 107:\n\n Robin Hood Newly Revived (which, by the way, is in the same bad style\n as Robin Hood and Little John) is directed to be sung \u2018to a delightful\n new Tune.\u2019 The tune, as is seen from the burden, was that of Arthur a\n Bland, etc., called in Robin Hood and the Prince of Aragon (the Second\n Part of Robin Hood Newly Revived) Robin Hood, or Hey down, down a\n down. The earliest printed copy of the air is preserved in the\n ballad-opera of The Jovial Crew, 1731 (Rimbault, in Gutch\u2019s Robin\n Hood, II, 433, Chappell\u2019s Popular Music, p. 391), and the song which\n is there sung to it has middle rhyme in the first line as well as the\n third, which is the case with no Robin Hood ballad except Robin Hood\n and the Peddlers.\n\n Robin Hood and Maid Marian, which has the middle rhyme in the third\n line, is directed to be sung to Robin Hood Revived. Robin Hood and the\n Scotchman, as already said, has middle rhyme in the third line; so\n have The King\u2019s Disguise, etc., R. H. and the Golden Arrow, R. H. and\n the Valiant Knight; but the tune assigned to the last is Robin Hood\n and the Fifteen Foresters, that is, Robin Hood\u2019s Progress to\n Nottingham.\n\n It ought to be added that Robin Hood Newly Revived is found in the\n Garland of 1663, in company with R. H. and the Bishop, R. H. and the\n Butcher, etc., and that Robin Hood and Little John is not there; but I\n do not consider this circumstance sufficient to offset the probability\n in favor of the supposition, that by Robin Hood and the Stranger is\n meant Robin Hood and Little John.\n\nFootnote 108:\n\n Fourteen foot, as proved by his bones, preserved, according to Hector\n Boece, in the kirk of Pette, in Murrayland. See Ritson\u2019s Robin Hood,\n 1832, I, cxxxii f; and Gutch, II, 112, note *.\n\nFootnote 109:\n\n The Bold Pedlar and Robin Hood, No 132, is a traditional variation of\n Robin Hood Revived.\n\nFootnote 110:\n\n Though Mr W. C. Hazlitt, in his Handbook to the Popular, Poetical, and\n Dramatic Literature of Great Britain, p. 514, No 25, has: \u201cRobin Hood\n and the Stranger. In two parts. [Col.] London: printed by and for W.\n O., and to be sold at the booksellers. Roxb. and Wood Colls.\u201d This\n colophon belongs only to Robin Hood, Will Scadlock, and Little John,\n otherwise Robin Hood and the Prince of Aragon, which see. The title\n Robin Hood and the Stranger is adopted from Ritson.\n\nFootnote 111:\n\n \u2018Robin Hood and the Prince of Aragon,\u2019 in Thackeray\u2019s list, Ballad\n Society, I, xxiv, and in the late Garlands, 1749, etc.\n\nFootnote 112:\n\n Remarked by Fricke, p. 88 f.\n\nFootnote 113:\n\n Mr E. Maunde Thompson, Keeper of the Manuscripts in the British\n Museum, in an obliging letter to Harvard College Library, and in The\n Academy, 1885, March 7, p. 170. No 8 C of this collection is in this\n manuscript.\n\nFootnote 114:\n\n A verse in the passage from Drayton\u2019s Polyolbion, Song xxvi, cited by\n Ritson, I, viii of Robin Hood, 1795, may refer to this version of the\n ballad: \u201cThe widow in distress he graciously relievd.\u201d\n\nFootnote 115:\n\n In st. 2 Robin is in his proper Lincoln green. He wears scarlet red\n again in No. 141, st. 6 and in No 145, st. 18, his men being in green.\n\nFootnote 116:\n\n Fricke has observed this, pp 59, 69, and at p. 58 the resemblance to\n Wallace.\n\nFootnote 117:\n\n Even the author of #A# seems not to be aware that Much, the Miller\u2019s\n Son, is the standing name of one of Robin Hood\u2019s men, and therefore\n would not answer for a disguise. In #B#, #C#, nothing is expressly\n said about the change of names, and in fact this arrangement seems not\n to be understood, since in #B# 21^1 Clifton is spoken of as _one_\n Clifton. Comparing #B# 33, 34, 37, we see that Clifton should be\n Little John, but Midge, the Miller\u2019s Son, himself, not Scathlock,\n still less John.\n\nFootnote 118:\n\n Also says Ritson, Robin Hood, II, 97, by Francis Coule, 13th June,\n 1631; but the ballad there entered is The Noble Fisherman.\n\nFootnote 119:\n\n Robin Hood, ed. 1832, p. xxxvi, note, p. lxxxvii.\n\nFootnote 120:\n\n The mutilated parts are supplied, to a slight extent, from a copy in\n the Bodleian Library (L. 78. Art., 5th tract), which happens to be\n injured on the right side of the title-page in nearly the same places\n as the Museum copy, and also has the lower portion cut off, to the\n loss of the printer\u2019s name; the rest from an edition printed for J.\n Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger, 1686. Mr J. P. Collier\n possessed a copy with the same imprint as that of the Museum, which he\n lent Gutch, and which Gutch says he used for his text. If Gutch\n followed the Collier copy, then that was not identical with the Museum\n copy. Ritson reprinted the text of 1686.\n\nFootnote 121:\n\n \u201cNow, under this precise gentleman\u2019s favor, one would be glad to know\n what these same superstitious words were; there not being anything of\n the kind in Dr Gale\u2019s copy, which seems to be the original, and which\n is shorter by two lines than the above. Thirteen should be thirty.\u201d\n Ritson, Robin Hood, ed. 1832, II, 127 f. For the epitaph and the\n gravestone, see the same volume, pp. liv-lvii.\n\nFootnote 122:\n\n Percy: \u201cAs for Mirryland Town, it is probably a corruption of Milan\n (called by the Dutch Meylandt) town; the Pa is evidently the river Po,\n although the Adige, not the Po, runs through Milan.\u201d #B#, 1 is\n unintelligible. Do the lads run down the Pa?\n\nFootnote 123:\n\n In #J#, 4, he will be beaten for losing his ball. In the Irish #F#, 8,\n the mother takes a little rod in her hand, meaning to bate him for\n staying so long: cf. #J# 10, #N# 4, 12,and the last verse of T. Hood\u2019s\n \u2018Lost Heir.\u2019\n\nFootnote 124:\n\n Dem Volke war die Glocke nicht herzlos; sie war ihm eine beseelte\n Pers\u00f6nlichkeit, und stand als solche mit dem Menschen in lebendigem\n Verkehr.... Die Glocken ... scheinen auch von h\u00f6heren M\u00e4chten ber\u00fchrt\n zu werden; sie sprechen wie Gottesstimmen, ert\u00f6nen oft von selbst, als\n Mahnung von oben, als Botschaft vom Tode bedeutender Personen, als\n Wahrzeichen der Unschuld eines Angeklagten, zur Bew\u00e4hrung der\n Heiligkeit eines von Gott erw\u00e4hlten R\u00fcstzeugs. Uhland, Schriften zur\n Geschichte der Dichtung u. Sage, VIII, 588 f.\n\nFootnote 125:\n\n Annales Monastici, ed. Luard, II, 346 ff. \u201cFrom 1219 to 1266 the MS.\n was written contemporaneously with the events described, from year to\n year:\u201d p. xxxvi.\n\nFootnote 126:\n\n Chronica Majora, ed. Luard, V, 516\u201319. Matthew Paris died in 1259.\n\nFootnote 127:\n\n Seventy-one were thus reserved, but escaped, by the use of money or by\n the intercession of the Franciscans, or both. See the same volume, p.\n 546; but also the account which follows, from the Annals of Burton.\n\nFootnote 128:\n\n Annales de Burton, in Annales Monastici, Luard, I, 340\u201348. Hugh of\n Lincoln is commemorated in the Acta Sanctorum, July (27), VI, 494.\n\nFootnote 129:\n\n Michel, Hugues de Lincoln, etc., from a MS. in the \u201cBiblioth\u00e8que\n royale, No 7268, 3. 3. A. Colb. 3745, fol. 135, r\u00ba, col. 1.\u201d Reprinted\n by Halliwell, Ballads and Poems respecting Hugh of Lincoln, p. 1, and\n from Halliwell by Hume, Sir Hugh of Lincoln, etc., p. 43 ff. In\n stanzas 13, 75, there is an invocation in behalf of King Henry (Qui\n Deu gard et tenge sa vie!), which implies that he is living. The\n ballad shows an acquaintance with the localities.\n\nFootnote 130:\n\n \u201cA la gule de aust.\u201d The day, according to the Annals of Burton, was\n the _vigil_ of St Peter ad vincula. We find in Henschel\u2019s Ducange, \u201cad\n festum S. Petri, in gula Augusti,\u201d and \u201cle jour de feste S. Pere, en\n goule Aoust.\u201d Strictly taken, goule should be the first day, Lammas.\n\n Peitevin was actually resident in Lincoln at the time. \u201cHe was called\n Peitevin the Great, to distinguish him from another person who bore\n the appellation of Peitevin the Little. The Royal Commission issued in\n 1256 directs an inquisition to be taken of the names of all those who\n belonged to the school of Peytevin Magnus, who had fled on account of\n his implication in the crucifixion of a Christian boy.\u201d London\n Athen\u00e6um, 1849, p. 1270 f.\n\nFootnote 131:\n\n The site of the Jewry was on the hill and about the castle: London\n Athen\u00e6um, 1849, p. 1271.\n\nFootnote 132:\n\n These renegades play a like part in many similar cases.\n\nFootnote 133:\n\n Les Jus, 82^1; but this is impossible, and we have li justis in 91^1.\n\nFootnote 134:\n\n \u201cCanwick is pleasantly situated on a bold eminence, about a mile\n northward of Lincoln.\u201d Allen, History of the County of Lincoln, I,\n 208.\n\nFootnote 135:\n\n I do not find this story in the Basel edition of c. 1475.\n\nFootnote 136:\n\n A case cited by Eisenmenger, Entdecktes Judenthum, 2^r Theil, p. 220,\n from Socrates, Ecclesiastical History, l. vii, 16, differs from later\n ones by being a simple extravagance of drunkenness. Some Jews in\n Syria, \u201cA. D. 419,\u201d who were making merry after their fashion, and\n indulging in a good deal of tomfoolery, began, as they felt the\n influence of wine, to jeer at Christ and Christians; from which they\n proceeded to the seizing of a Christian boy and tying him to a cross.\n At first they were contented to make game of him, but, growing crazy\n with drink, they fell to beating him, and even beat him to death; for\n which they were properly punished.\n\nFootnote 137:\n\n See the ballads \u2018Vom Judenmord zu Deggendorf,\u2019 1337, \u2018Von den Juden zu\n Passau,\u2019 1478, in Liliencron, I, 45, No 12, II, 142, No 153.\n\nFootnote 138:\n\n Nothing could be more just than these words of Percy: \u201cIf we consider,\n on the one hand, the ignorance and superstition of the times when such\n stories took their rise, the virulent prejudices of the monks who\n record them, and the eagerness with which they would be catched up by\n the barbarous populace as a pretence for plunder; on the other hand,\n the great danger incurred by the perpetrators, and the inadequate\n motives they could have to excite them to a crime of so much horror,\n we may reasonably conclude the whole charge to be groundless and\n malicious.\u201d Reliques, 1795, I, 32.\n\nFootnote 139:\n\n Read the indictment against Christians filed by Zunz, Die synagogale\n Poesie des Mittelalters, pp 19\u201358, covering the time from the eleventh\n century to the middle of the sixteenth. It is regrettable that Zunz\n has not generally cited his authorities. See also Stobbe, Die Juden in\n Deutschland, p. 183 ff., and notes, p. 280 ff., where the authorities\n are given.\n\nFootnote 140:\n\n In vol. viii, pp 225, 344, 476, 598, 730, vol. ix, 107, 219, 353, 472,\n 605, the confessions of the defendants are given from the original\n minutes of the trial; and it fully appears from these confessions that\n blood is requisite for a proper performance of the Paschal ceremonies,\n and also that the blood must be got from a boy, and from a boy while\n he is undergoing torment. Only it is to be remembered that the\n inducements to these confessions were the same as those which led the\n Jews of Passau to acknowledge that blood exuded from the Host when it\n was stabbed, and that when two bits of the wafer were thrown into an\n oven two doves flew out: Train, as above, p. 116, note 57.\n\nFootnote 141:\n\n For other pictures of these martyrdoms, see the Nuremberg Chronicle,\n 1493, fol. ccliiii, v\u00ba, for Simon of Trent; Lacroix, M\u0153urs, Usages,\n etc., 1875, p. 473, for Richard of Pontoise, p. 475, for Simon,\n repeated from the N. Chron.; that of Munich, 1285, and the children of\n Ratisbon, reproduced in Cosmos, March 30, 1885 (according to Drumont,\n II, 418, note). See also Michel, Hugues de Lincoln, p. 54, note 41.\n\nFootnote 142:\n\n The extraordinary occurrence in Damascus in the same year, 1840, which\n excited the indignation, sympathy, and active interposition of nearly\n all the civilized world, requires but the briefest allusion. A\n capuchin friar was in this instance the victim immolated, and for\n blood to mix with the Paschal bread. The most frightful torture was\n used, under the direction of the Turkish pacha, assisted by the French\n consul, under which three unhappy men succumbed. See Illgen\u2019s detailed\n account of this persecution in the periodical and article above cited,\n pp. 153 ff. Drumont is of the same mind as he would have been four or\n five hundred years ago: \u201cles faits \u00e9taient prouv\u00e9s, d\u00e9montr\u00e9s,\n indiscutables\u201d (La France Juive, II, 411).\n\nFootnote 143:\n\n The threat implied in #E# 3^4 has no motive; and the phrase \u201chaly\n spark\u201d in 5^4 is an unadvised anticipation.\n\nFootnote 144:\n\n Found also in the ballad, A Warning-Piece to England against Pride and\n Wickedness: Being the Fall of Queen Eleanor, Wife to Edward the First,\n King of England, who, for her Pride, by God\u2019s Judgments, sunk into the\n Ground at Charing-Cross and rose at Queen-Hithe. A Collection of Old\n Ballads, I, 97.\n\nFootnote 145:\n\n There attributed to Jacques de Vitry, but not found in his Exempla.\n Professor Crane informs me that, though the Scala Celi cites Jacques\n de Vitry sixty-two times, only fourteen of such _exempla_ occur among\n J. de V.\u2019s.\n\nFootnote 146:\n\n The story does not occur in Doni\u2019s Marmi, iii, 27, as has been said.\n What is there found is somewhat after the fashion of \u2018The Baffled\n Knight,\u2019 No 112.\n\nFootnote 147:\n\n Cunningham, in his loose way, talks of several fragments which he had\n endeavored to combine, but can spare room for only one couplet:\n\n Though lame of a leg and blind of an ee,\n You\u2019re as like William Wallace as ever I did see.\n\n But this is the William of \u2018The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter,\u2019\n No 110.\n\nFootnote 148:\n\n #A# 15, #B# 12, #D# 12, are somewhat corrupted. In #F# 14 Wallace says\n he never _had_ a better bode. In #E# 10 Wallace\u2019s reply is, Pay down,\n for if your answer be not good you shall have the downfall of Robin\n Hood; and in #G# 30, Tell down, and ye shall see William Wallace with\n the downcome of Robin Hood; that is, I suppose, you shall be knocked\n down as if by Robin Hood.\n\nFootnote 149:\n\n Post enim conflictum de Roslyn, Wallace, ascensa navi, Franciam petit,\n ubi quanta probitate refulsit, tam super mare a piratis quam in\n Francia ab Anglis perpessus est discrimina, et viriliter se habuit,\n nonnulla carmina, tam in ipsa Francia quam Scotia, attestantur.\n Scotichronicon, Goodall, II, 176, note.\n\nFootnote 150:\n\n \u201cThou hadst twenty ships hither, thou\u2019st have twenty away,\u201d #B# 37. It\n would be more in the ballad-way were the second twenty doubled.\n\nFootnote 151:\n\n In the London Athen\u00e6um, about twenty-five years ago, there was (I\n think) a story of an Englishman in Russia resembling Hugh Spencer\u2019s. I\n have wrongly noted the number as 1871, and have not recovered the\n story after much rummaging. This ballad is not very unlike Russian\n _bylinas_.\n\nFootnote 152:\n\n Presbyteri, fratres et clerici, sutores et mechanici, Bower; agricol\u00e6\n ac pastores, et capellani imbecilles et decrepiti, Knyghton; miseri\n monachi, improbi presbyteri, porcorum pastores, sutores et pelliparii,\n Chronicon de Lanercost; clericos et pastores, Walsingham, Hist. Angl.\n\nFootnote 153:\n\n It is very doubtful whether there was an Earl of Buchan in 1346. Henry\n de Beaumont, according to the peerages, died in 1341. He was an\n Englishman, had fought against the Scots at Duplin, 1332, and was\n after that in the service of Edward III.\n\nFootnote 154:\n\n \u2018Famous,\u2019 the MS. reading in 14^1, may probably be an error for James,\n which occurs so often in 28\u201333. William Douglas, the Knight of\n Liddesdale, had a brother James, but this James had been killed in\n 1335. He had also a brother John, Scotichronicon and Chronicon de\n Lanercoste, and the latter, as has been mentioned, puts John in\n Murray\u2019s division. Knyghton, col. 2590, gives as among the prisoners\n dominus Willielmus Duglas et frater ejusdem Willielmi.\n\nFootnote 155:\n\n When William Douglas, in the Chronicle of Lanercost, tells the king\n that the English are at hand, and David replies, there is nothing in\n England but monks, priests, swineherds, etc., Douglas says, \u2018aliter\n invenietis; sunt varii validi viri.\u2019\n\nFootnote 156:\n\n Froissart says that the English force was in four battalions: the\n first commanded by the Bishop of Durham and Lord Percy; the second by\n the Archbishop of York and Lord Neville; the third by the Bishop of\n Lincoln and Lord Mowbray; the fourth by Edward Balliol and the\n Archbishop of Canterbury.\n\nFootnote 157:\n\n Cr\u00e9cy, 26 August, 1346; Durham, 17 October, 1346; Poitiers, 19\n September, 1356.\n\nFootnote 158:\n\n \u201cFroissart describes a Scottish host of the same period as consisting\n of \u2018.iiii. M. of armes, knightis and squiers, mounted on good horses,\n and other .x. M. men of warre, armed after their gyse, right hardy and\n firse, mounted on lytle hackeneys, the whiche were never tyed nor kept\n at hard meate, but lette go to pasture in the feldis and busshes.\u2019\u201d\n Happily cited by Scott, in illustration of #C# 16: Lord Berners\u2019\n translation, cap. xvii, Pynson, 1523, fol. viii.\n\nFootnote 159:\n\n A consolation as old as wise. So Paris, for himself: \u03bd\u03af\u03ba\u03b7 \u03b4\u2019\n \u1f10\u03c0\u03b1\u03bc\u03b5\u03af\u03b2\u03b5\u03c4\u03b1\u03b9 \u1f04\u03bd\u03b4\u03c1\u03b1\u03c2, Iliad, vi, 339.\n\nFootnote 160:\n\n Buchanan has these numbers, with the exception of 1840, for 1860,\n killed: ed. 1582, fol. 101. \u201cThat there was a memorable slaughter in\n this affair, a slaughter far beyond the usual proportion to the\n numbers engaged, cannot be doubted; nor was there ever bloodshed more\n useless for the practical ends of war. It all came of the capture of\n the Percy\u2019s pennon. The Scots might have got clear off with all their\n booty; the English forgot all the precautions of war when they made a\n midnight rush on a fortified camp without knowledge of the ground or\n the arrangements of their enemy. It was for these specialties that\n Froissart admired it so. He saw in it a fight for fighting\u2019s sake, a\n great passage at arms in which no bow was drawn, but each man fought\n hand to hand; in fact, about the greatest and bloodiest tournament he\n had to record. Hence his narrative is ever interrupted with bursts of\n admiration as his fancy contemplates the delightful scene raised\n before it.\u201d Burton, History of Scotland, II, 364, ed. 1873 (who,\n perhaps by an error of the press, makes the losses of the English in\n killed eight hundred and forty, in place of Buchanan\u2019s eighteen\n hundred and forty).\n\nFootnote 161:\n\n Bower and Barry say St Oswald\u2019s day, Wednesday, the 5th,\n Scotichronicon, II, 405, 407; Knyghton also; the continuator of\n Higden\u2019s Polychronicon, August 12, Wednesday. The ballad, #A# 18^4,\n gives the day as Wednesday. There was a full moon August 20, which\n makes the 19th of itself far more probable, and Froissart says the\n moon was shining. See White, Battle of Otterburn, p. 133.\n\nFootnote 162:\n\n Walsingham writes in the vein of Froissart: \u201cErat ibidem cernere\n pulchrum spectaculum, duos tam pr\u00e6claros juvenes manus conserere et\n pro gloria decertare.\u201d Walsingham says that the English were few.\n Malverne puts the Scots at 30,000, and here, as in the ballad #A# 35,\n the cronykle does not layne (indeed, the ballad is all but accurate),\n if the main body of the Scots be included, which was at first supposed\n to be supporting Douglas.\n\nFootnote 163:\n\n \u2018The perssee and the mongumrye met, that day, that day, that gentil\n day,\u2019 which I suppose to be either a different reading from any that\n has come down, or a blending of a line from Otterburn with one from\n The Hunting of the Cheviot, #A# 24^1; indicating in either case the\n present ballad only, for The Hunttis of Cheuet had been cited before.\n Furnivall holds that the second line means another ballad: Captain\n Cox, p. clix.\n\nFootnote 164:\n\n The History of the Houses of Douglas and Angus, 1644, p. 104.\n\nFootnote 165:\n\n For Motherwell\u2019s views, see his Minstrelsy, li, lii, and lxxi, note\n 30.\n\nFootnote 166:\n\n #B# 20.\n Ingen iomfru maa ieg loffue,\n huerchen l\u00f8nlig eller aaben-bahre;\n det haffuer ieg iomfru Maria loffuet\n hindis tienere skall ieg verre.\n\nFootnote 167:\n\n The burden is \u2018O kiennicheinn Maria\u2019 in the first, \u2018Hilf Maria\u2019 in the\n second; in both George declines the king\u2019s daughter, and orders a\n church to be built \u2018mit Mariabeild,\u2019 or to himself and Mary. This, and\n perhaps the hint for St George\u2019s addiction to Mary altogether, is from\n the Golden Legend, where the king \u201cin honorem beat\u00e6 Mari\u00e6 et beati\n Georgii ecclesiam mir\u00e6 magnitudinis construxit\u201d: Gr\u00e4sse, p. 261.\n\nFootnote 168:\n\n Following in part Buchanan, who, however, says nothing of Melrose, or\n of the prophecy, which is the point here. Illa vero a vobis postrema\n peto: primum, vt mortem meam et nostros et hostes c\u0153letis; deinde, ne\n vexillum meum dejectum sinatis; demum, vt meam c\u00e6dem vlciscamini. H\u00e6c\n si sperem ita fore, c\u00e6tera \u00e6quo animo feram. Fol. 101, ed. 1582.\n\nFootnote 169:\n\n I have not resorted to the MS. in this case, for the reason that I\n could not expect to get a transcript which would merit the confidence\n which must attach to one made by the hand of Professor Skeat.\n\nFootnote 170:\n\n British Bibliographer, IV, 99 f; Wright, Songs and Ballads, p. viii;\n etc.\n\nFootnote 171:\n\n The grammatical forms of the Hunting of the Cheviot are, however,\n older than those of the particular copy of Otterburn which has been\n preserved. The plural of the noun is very often in -\u00ebs or -ys, as\n lord\u00ebs, 23^1; long\u00ebs, 37^1; handd\u00ebs, 60^1; sydis, 8^2; bowys, 13^2,\n 25^1, 29^1, etc., at least sixteen cases. We find, also, syd\u00eb at 6^2,\n and possibly should read fayll\u00eb at 9^3. The plural in -\u00ebs is rare in\n The Battle of Otterburn: starr\u00ebs, 45^4; sword\u00ebs, 54^2; Skott\u00ebs, 59^1,\n 62^1. Probably we are to read sword\u00ebs length in 55^3.\n\nFootnote 172:\n\n See the passage in the Memoirs of Carey, Earl of Monmouth, referred to\n in Percy\u2019s Reliques, 1765, I, 235, and given at length in Hales and\n Furnivall, II, 3 f.\n\nFootnote 173:\n\n The minstrel was not too nice as to topography either: Otterburn is\n not in Cheviot.\n\nFootnote 174:\n\n Tytler, History of Scotland, III, 293, though citing only the\n Scotichronicon, says Sir Robert Ogle, and also Scott, I, 270; for\n reasons which do not appear.\n\nFootnote 175:\n\n An Apologie for Poetrie, p. 46 of Arber\u2019s reprint of the first\n edition, 1595. For the date of the writing, 1581\u201385, see Arber, p. 7\n f.\n\nFootnote 176:\n\n The courtly poet deserves much of ballad-lovers for avowing his\n barbarousness (one doubts whether he seriously believed that the\n gorgeous Pindar could have improved upon the ballad), but what would\n he not have deserved if he had written the blind crowder\u2019s song down!\n\nFootnote 177:\n\n Popular Music, I, 198. Chevy Chase is entered in the Stationers\u2019\n Registers, among a large parcel of ballads, in 1624, and clearly was\n no novelty: Arber, IV, 131. \u201cHad it been printed even so early as\n Queen Elizabeth\u2019s reign,\u201d says Percy, \u201cI think I should have met with\n some copy wherein the first line would have been, God prosper long our\n noble queen.\u201d \u201cThat it could not be much later than that time appears\n from the phrase _doleful dumps_, which in that age carried no ill\n sound with it, but to the next generation became ridiculous. We have\n seen it pass uncensured in a sonnet that was at that time in request,\n and where it could not fail to have been taken notice of had it been\n in the least exceptionable; see above, Book ii, song v, ver. 2 [by\n Richard Edwards, 1596?]. Yet, in about half a century after, it was\n become burlesque. Vide Hudibras, Pt. I, c. 3, v. 95.\u201d Reliques, 1794,\n I, 268, note, 269.\n\n The copy in the Percy MS., #B a#, though carelessly made, retains,\n where the broadsides do not, two of the readings of #A#: bade on the\n bent, 28^2; to the hard head haled he, 45^4.\n\nFootnote 178:\n\n Addison was not behind any of us in his regard for traditional songs\n and tales. No 70 begins: \u201cWhen I travelled, I took a particular\n delight in hearing the songs and fables that are come from father to\n son and are most in vogue among the common people of the countries\n through which I passed; for it is impossible that anything should be\n universally tasted and approved by a multitude, tho they are only the\n rabble of a nation, which hath not in it some peculiar aptness to\n please and gratify the mind of man. Human nature is the same in all\n reasonable creatures, and whatever falls in with it will meet with\n admirers amongst readers of all qualities and conditions.\u201d\n\nFootnote 179:\n\n A Description of the Parish of Melrose [by the Revd. Adam Milne],\n Edinburgh, 1743, p. 21. Scott cites the epitaph, with some slight\n variations (as \u201cEnglish louns\u201d), Appendix to The Eve of St. John,\n Minstrelsy, IV, 199, ed. 1833. The monument was \u201call broken in pieces\u201d\n in Milne\u2019s time; seems to have been renewed and again broken up (The\n Scotsman, November 12, 1873); but, judging from Murray\u2019s Handbook of\n Scotland, has again been restored.\n\n Squire Meldrum\u2019s valor was inferior to nobody\u2019s, but as his fortune\n was happier than Witherington\u2019s and Lilliard\u2019s, a note may suffice for\n him. \u201cQuhen his schankis wer schorne in sunder, vpon his knees he\n wrocht greit wounder:\u201d Lindsay, ed. 1594, Cv. recto, v. 30 f, Hall, p.\n 358, v. 1349 f. But really he was only \u201chackit on his hochis and\n theis,\u201d or as Pittscottie says, Dalyell, p. 306, \u201chis hochis war\n cutted and the knoppis of his elbowis war strikin aff,\u201d and by and by\n he is \u201chaill and sound\u201d again, according to the poet, and according to\n the chronicler he \u201cleived fyftie yeires thairefter.\u201d\n\nFootnote 180:\n\n As stanch as some of these was a Highlander at the battle of Gasklune,\n 1392, who, though nailed to the ground by a horseman\u2019s spear, held\n fast to his sword, writhed himself up, and with a last stroke cut his\n foeman above the foot to the bone, \u201cthrough sterap-lethire and the\n bute, thre ply or foure\u201d: Wyntoun\u2019s Chronicle, B. ix, ch. 14, Laing,\n III, 59.\n\nFootnote 181:\n\n Legally just: Maidment, Scotish Ballads and Songs, Historical and\n Traditionary, I, 349 ff.\n\nFootnote 182:\n\n And afterwards, 1748, by Robert Foulis, Glasgow: \u201cTwo old Historical\n Scots Poems, giving an account of the Battles of Harlaw and the\n Reid-Squair.\u201d\n\nFootnote 183:\n\n Ane Catalogue of the Books, Manuscripts and Pamphlets Belonging to\n Robert Mylne, Wryter in Ed[r .], 1709: Advocates Library. Mr Macmath,\n who has come to my aid here, writes: \u201cSo far as I can make out, this\n catalogue contains no MSS. It is in two divisions: 1st, Printed Books;\n 2d, Pamphlets. The following is in the second division, and I\n understand the reference to be, year of publication, volume, or bundle\n of pamphlets, number of piece in bundle or volume:\n\n \u201cHarlaw The Battle yrof An: 1411 ... 1668, 79, 5.\u201d\n\n Mylne died in 1747, at the age, it is said, of 103 or 105: [Maidment],\n A Book of Scotish Pasquils, p. 423.\n\nFootnote 184:\n\n He talks like a canny packman:\n\n I wist nocht quha was fae or freind;\n Yet quietly I did me carrie,\n . . . . . . .\n And thair I had nae tyme to tairie,\n For bissiness in Aberdene.\n\nFootnote 185:\n\n So with The Battle of Balrinnes and The Haughs of Cromdale. The first\n line of The Battle of Balrinnes is, \u2018Betuixt Dunother and Aberdein.\u2019\n\nFootnote 186:\n\n Not only were these long and affectionately remembered, but their\n heirs were exempted from certain feudal taxes, because the defeat of\n the Celts was regarded as a national deliverance: Burton\u2019s History,\n II, 394.\n\nFootnote 187:\n\n A macaronic ascribed to Drummond of Hawthornden.\n\n Interea ante alios dux piperlarius heros\n Pr\u00e6cedens, magnamque gestans cum burdine pipam,\n Incipit Harlai cunctis sonare Batellum.\n\n (Poems, Maitland Club, p. 413, after the first\n dated edition of 1684.)\n\nFootnote 188:\n\n 3^2. Away and away and away, #e#, #f#, #i#, #k#. 12^1. The first that\n fired it was the French, #f#, #g#, #h#. 12^4. were forced to flee,\n #f#, #i#, #m# (first to flee, #e#). 14^3. in all French land, #e#,\n #f#, #g#, (in our) #h#, #m#. Etc.\n\nFootnote 189:\n\n English balls again in #m#, tennis-balls in #i#, #k#.\n\nFootnote 190:\n\n Whose work was printed in 1850, ed. Benjamin Williams. I am for the\n most part using Sir Harris Nicolas\u2019s excellent History of the Battle\n of Agincourt, 2d ed., 1832, here; see pp. 8\u201313, 301 f.\n\nFootnote 191:\n\n Nicolas, p. 302 f, slightly corrected; much the same in another copy\n of the poem, _ib._, Appendix, p. 69 #f.# The jest in Henry\u2019s reply is\n carried out in detail when he comes to Harfleur, _ib._, pp. 308\u2013310.\n\nFootnote 192:\n\n Nicolas, p. 10, as corrected by Hales and Furnivall, II, 161, and in\n one word emended by me. By several of the above writers the Dauphin\n Louis is called Charles, through confusion with his father or his\n younger brother.\n\nFootnote 193:\n\n The gifts are a whip (\u03c3\u03ba\u1fe6\u03c4\u03bf\u03c2), a ball, and a casket of gold. In Julius\n Valerius\u2019s version, M\u00fcller, as above, \u03c3\u03ba\u1fe6\u03c4\u03bf\u03c2 is rendered habena, whip\n or reins; in Leo\u2019s Historia de Preliis, ed. Landgraf, p. 54, we have\n virga for habena; in Lamprecht\u2019s Alexander, Weismann, I, 74,\n 1296\u20131301, the habena is a pair of shoe-strings. The French romance,\n Michelant, p. 52, 25 ff, to make sure, gives us both rod (verge) and\n reins; the English Alexander, Weber, I, 75, 1726\u201328, has a top, a\n scourge, and a small purse of gold. Weber has noticed the similarity\n of the stories, Romances, III, 299, and he remarks that in \u2018The Famous\n Victories of Henry Fifth\u2019 a carpet is sent with the tun of\n tennis-balls, to intimate that the prince is fitter for carpet than\n camp.\n\nFootnote 194:\n\n Cheshire, Lancashire, and _the Earl of_ Derby are made to carry off\n the honors in ballad-histories of Bosworth and Flodden: see the\n appendix to No 168. Perhaps the hand of some minstrel of the same clan\n as the author or authors of those eulogies may be seen in this\n passage.\n\nFootnote 195:\n\n Henry of Monmouth, or Memoirs of the Life and Character of Henry the\n Fifth, II, 121, 197. Jewitt, Derbyshire Ballads, p. 2, says that there\n is a tradition in the Peak of Derby that Henry V would take no married\n man or widow\u2019s son, when recruiting for Agincourt; but he goes on to\n say that the ballad is not unfrequently sung by the hardy sons of the\n Peak, which adequately accounts for the tradition.\n\nFootnote 196:\n\n _Cf._ #g# 6 and \u2018Lord Bateman,\u2019 14, II, 508.\n\nFootnote 197:\n\n Vol. cxiii, fol. 14, Bodleian Library: cited (p. 303 f.) in Beamont\u2019s\n Annals of the Lords of Warrington, Chetham Society, 1872, where may be\n found the fullest investigation yet attempted of this obscure matter.\n I have freely and thankfully used chapters 17\u201319 of that highly\n interesting work.\n\nFootnote 198:\n\n For Lord Grey\u2019s making the suit void, and his lady\u2019s resolution to be\n buried near Sir John, see Beamont, p. 319 f, pp. 297\u201399.\n\nFootnote 199:\n\n Beamont, p. 304.\n\nFootnote 200:\n\n Pennant, in the second half of the last century, heard that both Sir\n Thomas and his lady were murdered in his house by assassins, who, in\n the night, crossed the moat in leathern boats. Again, Sir Peter Legh,\n simply, was said to have slain Sir Thomas Butler. Sir Thomas died\n quietly in his bed, and Sir Peter, who had turned priest, administered\n ghostly consolations to him not long before his decease.\n\nFootnote 201:\n\n See Beamont, p. 308; and also p. 296 for another hypothesis.\n\nFootnote 202:\n\n Beamont, pp. 259, 321.\n\nFootnote 203:\n\n These are duly interpreted in Hales and Furnivall.\n\nFootnote 204:\n\n Lord Strange\u2019s hair-breadth escape is, however, perhaps apocryphal:\n see Croston, County Families of Lancashire and Cheshire, 1887, p. 25\n f.\n\nFootnote 205:\n\n #B# begins vilely, but does not go on so ill. The forty merchants\n coming \u2018with fifty sail\u2019 to King Henry on a mountain top, 3^{1,2},\n requires to be taken indulgently.\n\nFootnote 206:\n\n \u201cGod\u2019s curse on his hartt,\u2019 saide William,\n \u2018Thys day thy cote dyd on;\n If it had ben no better then myne,\n It had gone nere thy bone.\u2019\n\n (Vol. iii, 23, st. 27.)\n\nFootnote 207:\n\n An approach to sense may be had by reading \u2018either in hach-bord or in\n hull,\u2019 that is, by striking with his beam either the side or the body\n of the vessel; but I do not think so well of this change as to venture\n it.\n\nFootnote 208:\n\n The letters granted to the Bartons authorized them to seize all\n Portuguese ships till repaid 12,000 ducats of Portugal. Pinkerton,\n whose excellent account, everywhere justified by documents, I have\n been indebted to above, remarks: \u201cThe justice of letters of reprisal\n after an interval of thirty years may be much doubted. At any rate,\n one prize was sufficient for the injury, and the continuance of their\n captures, and the repeated demands of our kings, even so late as 1540,\n cannot be vindicated. Nay, these reprisals on Portugal were found so\n lucrative that, in 1543, Arran, the regent, gave similar letters to\n John Barton, grandson of the first John. In 1563 Mary formally revoked\n the letters of marque to the Bartons, because they had been abused\n into piracy.\u201d Pinkerton\u2019s History of Scotland, II, 60 f, 70.\n\nFootnote 209:\n\n Robert was skipper of the Great Michael, a ship two hundred and forty\n feet long, with sides ten feet thick, and said to be larger and\n stronger than any vessel in the navy of England or of France.\n\nFootnote 210:\n\n A mistake of Edmund for Edward and an anticipation. Sir Edward Howard\n was not made admiral till the next year. Edmund was his younger\n brother. Lesley has Edmund again; Stowe has Edward.\n\nFootnote 211:\n\n Britanus. \u201cBreton, whom our chroniclers call Barton,\u201d says Lord\n Herbert of Cherbury, Life of Henry VIII, 1649, p. 15.\n\nFootnote 212:\n\n Another anticipation. Sir Thomas Howard became admiral only after his\n brother Edward\u2019s death, in 1513. The expedition of the Howards against\n Barton appears to have been a private one, though with the consent of\n the king.\n\nFootnote 213:\n\n The commissioners met, and \u201cthe wrongs done unto Scotland many ways,\n specially of the slaughter of Andrew Barton and taking of his ships,\n were conferred,\u201d but the commissioners of England would not consent to\n make any redress or restitution till after a certain date when they\n expected to know the issue of their king\u2019s invasion of France.\n Hereupon a herald was sent to King Henry in France, with a letter from\n King James, rehearsing the great wrongs and unkindnesses done to\n himself and his lieges, and among these the slaughter of Andrew Barton\n by Henry\u2019s own command, though he had done no offence to him or his\n lieges; and no satisfaction being obtained, the herald, according to\n his instructions, \u201cdenounced war to the king of England,\u201d August,\n 1513. (Lesley, pp. 87\u201391.)\n\nFootnote 214:\n\n #B# 63^3, \u201cLord Howard shall Earl Bury hight.\u201d Admiral Thomas Howard,\n for his good service at Flodden and elsewhere, was created Earl of\n Surrey in 1514. Bury is, one would suppose, a corruption of Surrey,\n and if so, Surrey may have been the reading of earlier copies, and\n perhaps Thomas again, instead of Charles.\n\nFootnote 215:\n\n By reading midwinter in #A# 17^3 this difficulty would be removed.\n\nFootnote 216:\n\n These beams, Henry Hunt intimates in 32, would be dangerous to\n boarders, which is conceivable should they chance to hit the right\n heads; but they are evidently meant to be dropped on the adversary\u2019s\n vessel, and this by a process which is not distinctly described, and\n was, I fear, not perfectly grasped by the minstrel. The veriest\n landsman must think that a magazine of heavy timbers stowed in either\n castle (there is an upper and a lower in the pictures of Henry VII\u2019s\n Great Harry and of Henry VIII\u2019s Grace de Dieu, and the lower is well\n up the mast) would not be favorable to sailing; but this is a minor\n difficulty. Stones and fire-balls were sometimes thrown from the\n topcastle, which, properly, should be a stage at the very tip of the\n mast, as we find it in old prints: see Nicolas\u2019s History of the Royal\n Navy, II, 170. Stones and iron bars thrown from the high decks of\n Spanish ships did much harm to the English in a fight in 1372:\n Froissart, Buchon, V, 276. An intelligible way of operating the\n ancient \u201cdolphins,\u201d heavy masses of metal dropped from the end of a\n yard, is suggested in Graser, De veterum re navali, 1864, p. 82 f.\n\nFootnote 217:\n\n A better, but defective, copy is in the second volume of Chetham\n Miscellanies, edited by Dr J. Robson, 1855.\n\nFootnote 218:\n\n Harleian MS. No 3526, date of about 1636; a printed copy of 1664, from\n which the poem was edited by Weber, Edinburgh, 1808; a printed copy of\n 1755\u201362, from a different source, excellently edited by Charles A.\n Federer, Manchester, 1884. See further this last, pp. 134\u201337.\n\nFootnote 219:\n\n Articles of the bataill betwix the Kinge of Scottes and the Erle of\n Surrey in Brankstone Feld, the 9 day of September: State Papers, vol.\n iv, King Henry the Eighth, Part iv, p. 2, 1836.\n\nFootnote 220:\n\n Hall\u2019s Chronicle, p. 564.\n\nFootnote 221:\n\n Who are celebrated also in three other pieces, \u2018Scottish Field,\u2019\n \u2018Bosworth Field,\u2019 and \u2018Lady Bessie:\u2019 Percy MS., Hales and Furnivall,\n I, 212, III, 235, 321.\n\nFootnote 222:\n\n \u201cHe never loved thee, for thy uncle [that is, Sir William Stanley]\n slew his father\u201d [the Duke of Norfolk]; which, however, is not true.\n\nFootnote 223:\n\n Sir Ralph Egerton is made marshal in st. 91; but this Rowland is\n really Ralph over again. Ralph was knighted at Tournay, and was\n granted the manor of Ridley in February of the next year.\n\nFootnote 224:\n\n \u201cWhere they lay a long time, and left the town as they found it:\u201d\n Hall, p. 861.\n\nFootnote 225:\n\n \u2018Where got thou these targits, Jony,\n That hings so low down by thy knee?\u2019\n \u2018I got them, cukel king, in the field,\n Where thow and thy men durst not come see.\u2019\n\nFootnote 226:\n\n This copy I have in MS. and have not noted, neither can I remember,\n how I came by it, but it is probably a transcript from recent print.\n It diverges from the ordinary text more than any that I have seen.\n After 17 comes this stanza (cf. \u2018Robin Hood rescuing Three Squires,\u2019\n No 140, #B# 29):\n\n They took the gallows frae the slack,\n An there they set it on a plain,\n An there they hanged Johnnie Armstrong,\n Wi fifty of his warlike men.\n\n 18\u201320, 23 are wanting. A \u201cpretty little boy,\u201d in what corresponds to\n 21, 22, says, \u2018Johnnie Armstrong you\u2019ll never see,\u2019 and the lady ends\n the ballad with:\n\n If that be true, my pretty little boy,\n Aye the news you tell to me,\n You\u2019ll be the heir to a\u2019my lands,\n You an your young son after thee.\n\nFootnote 227:\n\n A tract on the extreme western border, beginning between the mouths of\n the Sark and Esk and stretching north and east eight miles, with a\n greatest breadth of four miles. The particulars of the boundaries are\n given from an old roll in Nicolson and Burn\u2019s Westmorland and\n Cumberland, I, xvi, and as follows by Mr T. J. Carlyle, The Debateable\n Land, Dumfries, 1868, p. 1: \u201cbounded on the west by the Sark and\n Pingleburn, on the north by the Irvine burn, Tarras, and Reygill, on\n the east by the Mereburn, Liddal, and Esk, and on the south by the\n Solway Frith.\u201d The land was parted between England and Scotland in\n 1552, with no great gain to good order for the half century\n succeeding.\n\nFootnote 228:\n\n It has been maintained that there was a Gilnockie tower on the eastern\n side of the Esk, a very little lower than the Hollows tower. \u201cWe can\n also inform our readers that Giltknock Hall was situate on a small\n rocky island on the river Esk below the Langholm, the remains of which\n are to be seen:\u201d Crito in the Edinburgh Evening Courant, March 8,\n 1773. \u201cMany vestiges of strongholds can be traced within the parish,\n although there is only one, near the new bridge already described,\n that makes an appearance at this point, its walls being yet entire:\u201d\n Statistical Account of Canoby, Sinclair, XIV, 420.\n\n Sir John Sinclair, 1795, says, in a note to this last passage, that\n the spot of ground at the east end of \u201cthe new bridge\u201d is, \u201cindeed,\n called to this day, Gill-knocky, but it does not exhibit the smallest\n vestige of mason-work.\u201d Mr. T. J. Carlyle, The Debateable Land, p. 17,\n gives us to understand that the foundations of the tower were\n excavated and removed when the bridge was built; but this does not\n appear to be convincingly made out.\n\nFootnote 229:\n\n The History of Liddesdale, Eskdale, Ewesdale, Wauchopedale, and The\n Debateable Land, by Robert Bruce Armstrong, 1883, pp 177 f, 227 f,\n 245, 259 f; Appendix, pp. xxvi, xxxi.\n\nFootnote 230:\n\n The Cronicles of Scotland, etc., edited by J. G. Dalyell, 1814, II,\n 341 ff. (partially modernized, for more comfortable reading).\n\nFootnote 231:\n\n Wherein, if this be true, John differed much from Sym.\n\nFootnote 232:\n\n Rerum Scoticarum Historia, 1582, fol. 163 b, 164.\n\nFootnote 233:\n\n History of Scotland, Bannatyne Club, 1830, p. 143.\n\nFootnote 234:\n\n Anderson\u2019s History, MS., Advocates Library, I, fol. 153 f. Anderson\n flourished about 1618\u201335. He gives the year both as 1527 and 1528.\n Cited by Armstrong, History of Liddesdale, etc., p. 274 f. For what\n immediately follows, Armstrong, pp. 273, 279.\n\nFootnote 235:\n\n A place two miles north of Mosspaul, on the road from Langholm to\n Hawick.\n\nFootnote 236:\n\n Scott remarks that the \u201ccommon people of the high parts of Teviotdale,\n Liddesdale, and the country adjacent, hold the memory of Johnie\n Armstrong in very high respect.\u201d \u201cThey affirm, also,\u201d he adds, \u201cthat\n one of his attendants broke through the king\u2019s guard, and carried to\n Gilnockie Tower the news of the bloody catastrophe:\u201d but that is in\n the English ballad, #B# 20.\n\nFootnote 237:\n\n Dr Hill Burton has made a slight slip here, III, 146, ed. 1863;\n compare Pitcairn\u2019s Criminal Trials, I, 154.\n\nFootnote 238:\n\n He lived in the West March, if that helps to an explanation.\n\nFootnote 239:\n\n Found also in one copy of Hugh the Gr\u00e6me, Buchan\u2019s MSS, I, 63, st. 15.\n Borrowed by Sir Walter Scott in The Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto I,\n ix.\n\nFootnote 240:\n\n See many cases in Liebrecht, Zur Volkskunde, p. 210 f, to which may be\n added: Mil\u00e0, Romancerillo, No 243, pp. 219\u201321; Briz, II, 222; Amador\n de los Rios, Historia de la Lit. Esp., VII, 449; El Folk-Lore Andaluz,\n 1882, pp. 41, 77; Almeida-Garrett, II, 56, note; Nigra, C. P. del\n Piemonte, No I, E-I, N, O; \u2018Le serpent vert,\u2019 Po\u00e9sies p. de la France,\n MS., III, fol. 126, 508, now printed by Rolland, III, 10; Kolberg,\n Pie\u015bni ludu polskiego, No 18, p. 208; Luzel, I, 81, II, 357, 515;\n Brewer, Dictionary of Miracles, pp. 205, 355 f.; Gaidoz, and others,\n M\u00e9lusine, IV, 228 ff., 272 ff., 298, 323 f., 405.\n\nFootnote 241:\n\n Grundtvig, No 84, \u2018Hustru og Mands Moder,\u2019 is not so good a case,\n though a boy just born announces that he will revenge his mother,\n because the boy is born nine years old; II, 412, #D# 30, #E# 18. This\n again in Kristensen, I, 202 f, No 74, #B# 12, #C# 11, and II, 113 ff,\n No 35, #A# 18, #B# 14, #C# 11. The stanza cited by Dr Prior, I, 37,\n from \u2018Hammen von Reystett,\u2019 Wunderhorn, 1808, II, 179, is hardly to\n the purpose.\n\nFootnote 242:\n\n Jamieson cites the first two verses in The Scots Magazine, October,\n 1803, and says: Of this affecting composition I have two copies, both\n imperfect, but they will make a pretty good and consistent whole\n between them.\n\nFootnote 243:\n\n Burnet; Rapin-Thoyras, 1724, V, 401.\n\nFootnote 244:\n\n W. Patten, The Expedicion into Scotlande, etc., reprinted in Dalyell\u2019s\n Fragments of Scottish History, pp. 51, 66.\n\nFootnote 245:\n\n Deceivin, Abbey, are of course savin misunderstood. One of the\n reciters of #D# (4^2) gave \u2018saving.\u2019\n\nFootnote 246:\n\n History of the Reformation, Knox\u2019s Works, ed. Laing, II, 415 f. Knox\n continues: \u201cBut yet was not the court purged of whores and whoredom,\n which was the fountain of such enormities; for it was well known that\n shame hasted marriage betwix John Semple, called the Dancer, and Mary\n Livingston, surnamed the Lusty. What bruit the Maries and the rest of\n the dancers of the court had, the ballads of that age did witness,\n which we for modesty\u2019s sake omit.\u201d This Mary Livingston is one of the\n Four Marys, but, as already said, is mentioned in version #F# only of\n our ballad.\n\nFootnote 247:\n\n \u201cIn this set of the ballad\u201d [#D#], says Motherwell, \u201cfrom its direct\n allusion to the use of the savin tree, a clue is perhaps afforded for\n tracing how the poor mediciner mentioned by Knox should be implicated\n in the crime of Mary Hamilton.\u201d Maidment goes further: \u201cThe reference\n to the use of the savin tree in Motherwell induces a strong suspicion\n that the lover was a mediciner.\u201d Maidment should have remembered that\n there is a popular pharmacop\u0153ia quite independent of the professional.\n No apothecary prescribes in \u2018Tam Lin.\u2019\n\nFootnote 248:\n\n In an extract from Gordon\u2019s History of Peter the Great, Aberdeen,\n 1755, II, 308 f.\n\nFootnote 249:\n\n \u2018Maid-of-Honor Hamilton,\u2019 by M. I. Semefsky, in Slovo i Dyelo (Word\n and Deed), 1885, St Petersburg, 3d edition, p. 187. I am indebted to\n Professor Vinogradof, of the University of Moscow, for pointing out\n this paper, and to Miss Isabel Florence Hapgood for a summary of its\n contents.\n\nFootnote 250:\n\n The parentage of these was not ascertained. Some accounts make Mary\n Hamilton to have been Peter\u2019s mistress: for example [J. B. Sch\u00e9rer\u2019s],\n Anecdotes int\u00e9ressantes et secr\u00e8tes de la cour de Russie, London,\n 1792, II, 272 ff. See also M\u00e9langes de Litt\u00e9rature, etc., par\n Fran\u00e7ois-Louis, comte d\u2019Escherny, Paris, 1811, I, 7 f. (The white gown\n with black ribbons is here.)\n\nFootnote 251:\n\n \u201cHamilton, imperturbable, niait. Menzikoff engagea l\u2019empereur \u00e0 faire\n une perquisition dans les coffres d\u2019Hamilton, ou l\u2019on trouva le corps\n du d\u00e9lit, l\u2019arri\u00e8re-faix et du linge ensanglant\u00e9.\u201d Sch\u00e9rer, Anecdotes,\n p. 274.\n\nFootnote 252:\n\n Bedford and Randolph to the Council, Wright\u2019s Queen Elizabeth, etc.,\n p. 227; Burton, History of Scotland, IV, 145.\n\nFootnote 253:\n\n Ruthven\u2019s Relation, p. 30 f, London, 1699.\n\nFootnote 254:\n\n The Historie of King James the Sext, p. 6; Diurnal of Occurrents, p.\n 105 f; Tytler\u2019s History, VII, 83.\n\nFootnote 255:\n\n To save appearances, we may understand \u201cold copies\u201d to mean copies\n restored or brought nearer to what is imagined to have been the\n original form. The variations will be given in notes as _pi\u00e8ces\n justificatives_.\n\nFootnote 256:\n\n Sir Cuthbert Sharp, Memorials of the Rebellion of 1569, p. 202; a\n collection of many original papers pertaining to this rising, with\n much subsidiary information. But the story should be read in the\n eighteenth chapter of Mr Froude\u2019s Reign of Elizabeth. Both works have\n been used here _passim_; Froude in the edition of New York, 1870.\n\nFootnote 257:\n\n Northumberland, on being asked how much money he spent in the quarrel,\n says, \u201cabout one hundred and twenty pound.\u201d The Queen\u2019s proclamation,\n Nov. 24, declares that the earls were two persons as ill chosen for\n the reformation of any great matters as any could lie in the realm,\n for they were both in poverty, etc. Sharp, pp. 208, 66; also 290.\n\nFootnote 258:\n\n Sharp, p. 113.\n\nFootnote 259:\n\n The dun-bull of the Nevilles is given in Sharp, p. 87, and _one_\n greyhound\u2019s head, with what may pass for a golden collar, at p. 316;\n the _three_ dogs are not warranted. Percy\u2019s half-moon is improperly\n mixed up with the banner of the five wounds in 31.\n\nFootnote 260:\n\n Sharp, pp. 92, 95, 97 f.\n\nFootnote 261:\n\n Sharp, pp. 114 f, 118. \u201cMy lord Regent convened with Martin Eliot that\n he should betray Thomas, Earl of Northumberland, who was fled in\n Liddesdale out of England for refuge, in this manner: that is to say,\n the said Martin caused Heckie Armstrong desire my lord of\n Northumberland to come and speak with him under trust, and caused the\n said earl believe that, after speaking, if my lord Regent would pursue\n him, that he and his friends should take plain part with the Earl of\n Northumberland. And when the said earl came with the same Heckie\n Armstrong to speak the said Martin, he caused certain light-horsemen\n of my lord Regent\u2019s, with others his friends, to lie at await, and\n when they should see the said earl and the said Martin speaking\n together, that they should come and take the said earl; and so as was\n devised, so came to pass.\u201d Diurnal of Occurrents, p. 154.\n\nFootnote 262:\n\n From a letter of January 6, we learn that the Earl of Northumberland\n was then in Edinburgh, attended by James Swyno, William Burton, and\n others. James Swyno is apparently the chamberlain of the ballad.\n Sharp, p. 139.\n\nFootnote 263:\n\n Lord Hunsdon, Sharp, p. 125.\n\nFootnote 264:\n\n Sharp, pp. 324\u201329. To whom the money went, if to anybody besides\n William Douglas, we are not distinctly told. Tytler intimates that\n Morton had a share: \u201cthis base and avaricious man sold his unhappy\n prisoner to Elizabeth,\u201d VII, 395. There was baseness enough without\n the addition of avarice: \u201cThe Earl of Northumberland was rendered to\n the Queen of England, forth of the castle of Lochleven, by a certain\n condition made betwix her and the Earl of Morton for gold.... And\n indeed this was unthankfully remembered, for when Morton was banisht\n from Scotland he found no such kind man to him in England as this earl\n was.\u201d Historie of King James the Sext, p. 106 f. Sir Richard Maitland,\n who spares Morton and Lochleven no epithets in his spirited invective\n against those who delivered the Earl of Northumberland, says that they\n \u201cof his bluide resavit the pygrall pryce,\u201d but does not charge Morton\n with an act of ingratitude.\n\nFootnote 265:\n\n Stanza 43 is corrupted.\n\nFootnote 266:\n\n Kirkpatrick Sharpe\u2019s Historical Account of Witchcraft in Scotland, pp.\n 38\u201354, ed. 1884.\n\nFootnote 267:\n\n Rochholz, Schweizersagen aus dem Aargau, II, 162; Grimm, Deutsche\n Mythologie, p. 783 f, ed. 1876, and Saxo Grammaticus (p. 34, ed 1576,\n Holder, p. 66), quoted by Grimm. These citations are furnished by\n Liebrecht, G\u00f6ttingen Gelehrte Anzeigen, 1868, p. 1899, who finds\n hydromancy in st. 26, where, however, all that seems to be meant is\n that the mother would let her daughter see _from_ Lochleven what was\n doing in London. Of dactyliomancy proper there is something in Delrio,\n IV, ii, 6, 4, 5, p. 547, ed. 1624.\n\nFootnote 268:\n\n Sharp\u2019s Memorials, pp. 138, 142, 298 ff, 346 ff.\n\nFootnote 269:\n\n The most favorable interpretation has been given to \u2018Now hath\n Armstrong taken.\u2019 The meaning is rather, perhaps, that Armstrong has\n detained Neville and his followers.\n\nFootnote 270:\n\n 71^3. \u2018spekest soe litle.\u2019\n\nFootnote 271:\n\n This is the date given me. It is very near to that of the event.\n\nFootnote 272:\n\n Lieut.-Col. H. W. Lumsden has very kindly allowed me a discretional\n use of an unpublished paper of his upon the historical basis of this\n ballad, and I freely avail myself of his aid, all responsibility\n remaining, of course, with me.\n\nFootnote 273:\n\n The Historie of King James the Sext, p. 95 ff. The History of the\n Feuds and Conflicts among the Clans, etc., p. 51 ff, in Miscellanea\n Scotica, vol. I. Diurnal of Occurrents, pp. 251, 253, 255.\n\nFootnote 274:\n\n Diurnal of Occurrents, p. 255. What place is meant by Carrigill here\n is of no present consequence, since it was Towie that was burnt. Many\n writers, as Tytler, VII, 367, following Crawfurd\u2019s spurious Memoirs,\n p. 240, 1706, make the number that perished in the house\n _thirty_-seven.\n\nFootnote 275:\n\n Journal of the Transactions in Scotland during the contest between the\n adherents of Queen Mary and those of her son, 1570, 1571, 1572, 1573,\n p. 302 f., Edinburgh, 1806.\n\nFootnote 276:\n\n History of the Church of Scotland, ed. 1666, p. 259.\n\nFootnote 277:\n\n \u201cFor many miserable months Scotland presented a sight which might have\n drawn pity from the hardest heart: her sons engaged in a furious and\n constant butchery of each other; ... nothing seen but villages in\n flames, towns beleagured by armed men, women and children flying from\n the cottages where their fathers or husbands had been massacred; ...\n prisoners tortured, or massacred in cold blood, or hung by forties and\n fifties at a time.\u201d Tytler, VII, 370.\n\nFootnote 278:\n\n These are nearly the words of Lieut.-Col. Lumsden, upon whom I am very\n glad to lean. That Ker was a valuable officer is well known.\n\nFootnote 279:\n\n The History of the Feuds and Conflicts among the Clans, p. 54 f.\n\nFootnote 280:\n\n Diurnal of Occurrents, p. 304 f. Also The Historie of King James the\n Sext, p. 111.\n\n As to the \u2018Bank of Fair,\u2019 otherwise called Corrichie, the Earl of\n Huntly and two of his sons, John and Adam, were made prisoners at the\n battle there in 1562. The father, a corpulent man, \u201cby reason of the\n throng that pressed him, expired in the hands of his takers.\u201d John was\n executed, but Adam was spared because of his tender age. (Spottiswood,\n p. 187.)\n\n Tytler observes of Adam Gordon: \u201cIn his character we find a singular\n mixture of knightly chivalry with the ferocity of the highland\n freebooter.... Such a combination as that exhibited by Gordon was no\n infrequent production in these dark and sanguinary times.\u201d VII, 367.\n But it would have been a good thing to cite other instances.\n\nFootnote 281:\n\n Register of the Privy Council of Scotland, II, 355 f., 420, 480, 720.\n Diurnal of Occurrents, p. 350. Chronicle of Aberdeen, in The\n Miscellany of the Spalding Club, II, 53.\n\nFootnote 282:\n\n Register of the Privy Council, II, 199, 725; III, 10; V, 46, 187.\n Register of the Great Seal, No 1554, vol. V. Miscellany of the\n Spalding Club, III, 163. Historie of King James the Sext, pp 339 f.,\n 342. The so-called ballad in Dalzell\u2019s Scotish Poems of the Sixteenth\n Century, II, 347, which was in circulation as a broadside.\n\nFootnote 283:\n\n That a Margaret Campbell was the wife of John Forbes of Towie in\n 1556\u201363 appears from the Register of the Great Seal of Scotland, Nos\n 1124, 1404, 1469. But Lieut.-Col. Lumsden remarks that Sir John\n Campbell of Calder had no daughter of the name of Margaret, and that\n there is no record of such a marriage in the Cawdor papers. It may be\n observed in passing that Buchanan\u2019s and Spottiswood\u2019s error (as it\n seems to be) of substituting Alexander Forbes for John might easily\n arise, since, according to the Genealogy, John\u2019s father, one of his\n brothers, a son, and a grandson, all bore the name Alexander.\n\nFootnote 284:\n\n \u201cAfter making considerable researches upon the subject, I am come to\n the conclusion that it was Towie House that was burnt. Cargarf never\n was in possession of a Forbes.\u201d (Joseph Robertson, Kinloch MSS, VI,\n 28.) What is said of Corgarf in the View of the Diocese of Aberdeen,\n 1732, Robertson, Collections for a History of the Shires of Aberdeen\n and Banff, pp. 611, 616, is derived from Lumsden. Robert Gordon,\n writing about 1654, says, \u201cNon procul a fontibus [Don\u00e6] jacet Corgarf,\n exigui nominis.\u201d A description of the parish of Strathdon, written\n about 1725, in Macfarlane\u2019s Geographical Collections, MS., says of\n Curgarf, \u201cThis is an old castle belonging to the earls of Mar, but\n nothing remarkable about it:\u201d pp. 26, 616, of the work last cited. The\n Statistical Accounts of Scotland give no light; the older tells the\n story of Corgarf, the later of both Corgarf and Towie, and the one is\n as uncritical as the other.\n\n John Forbes of Towie (Tolleis) is one of a long list of that name in\n an order of the Lords of Council concerning an action of the Forbes\n clan against the Earl of Huntly in 1573; and in another paper, dated\n July, 1578, which has reference to the same action, the Forbeses\n complain that \u201csum of thair housiss, wyiffis and bairnis being\n thairin, were all uterlie wraikit and brount.\u201d (Robertson,\n Illustrations, etc., IV, 762, 765.) Bearing in mind the latitude of\n phraseology customary in indictments, we are perhaps under no\n necessity of thinking that the atrocity of Towie was but one of\n several instances of houses burnt, wives (women) and bairns being\n therein. There may be those who will think it plausible that\n \u201cCarrigill\u201d in the Diurnal of Occurrents should be Corgarf, and that\n both were burnt.\n\nFootnote 285:\n\n The making Gordon burn a house of the Hamiltons, who were of the\n queen\u2019s party, is a heedless perversion of history such as is to be\n found only in \u2018historical\u2019 ballads. The castle of Hamilton had been\n burnt in 1570, \u201cand the toun and palice of Hamiltoun thairwith,\u201d more\n than a year before the burning of Towie, but by Lennox and his English\n allies. (Diurnal of Occurrents, p. 177.)\n\n \u201cThe old castle of Loudoun,\u201d says the Rev. Norman Macleod, \u201cwas\n destroyed by fire about 350 years ago [that is, about 1500]. The\n current tradition regarding the burning of the old castle ascribes\n that event to the clan Kennedy at the period above mentioned, and the\n remains of an old tower at Achruglen, on the Galston side of the\n valley, is still pointed out as having been their residence.\u201d\n\nFootnote 286:\n\n #F.# 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18.\n #G.# 1, 2, 3, 4, 13, 14, 5, 6, 30, 20, 15, 16, 22, 24, 25, 26, 34, 35.\n\nFootnote 287:\n\n \u201cAt the queen last being at Stirling, the prince being brought unto\n her, she offered to kiss him, but he would not, but put her away, and\n did to his strength scratch her. She offered him an apple, but it\n would not be received of him, and to a greyhound bitch having whelps\n was thrown, who eat it, and she and her whelps died presently. A\n sugar-loaf also for the prince was brought at the same time; it is\n judged to be very ill compounded.\u201d Calendar of State Papers, Foreign,\n May 20, 1567, p. 235: cited by Burton. Considering that the prince had\n only just passed his eleventh month, it would seem that the apple or\n the sugar-loaf might have served without any compounding.\n\nFootnote 288:\n\n Historie of King James the Sext, p. 165 ff; Tytler\u2019s History, VIII, 35\n ff; Burton, V, 163 ff.\n\nFootnote 289:\n\n Historie of King James the Sext, p. 246.\n\nFootnote 290:\n\n Spottiswood\u2019s History, ed. 1666, p. 387. See also The Historie of King\n James the Sext, p. 246 ff.; Moysie\u2019s Memoirs, p. 88 ff.; Birrel\u2019s\n Diary, p. 26 f.\n\nFootnote 291:\n\n History of the Church of Scotland, published by the Wodrow Society,\n Edinburgh, 1844, V, 173; in Maidment\u2019s Scotish Ballads and Songs,\n 1859, p. 8.\n\nFootnote 292:\n\n History of the Church of Scotland, ed. 1666, p. 389.\n\nFootnote 293:\n\n Calendar of the State Papers relating to Scotland, Thorpe, II, 611.\n\nFootnote 294:\n\n Carta Ioanni, filio natu maximo et heredi Andre\u00e6 Weymis de Myrecarny,\n et Margarete Weiksterne, sue sponse, Terrarum de Myrecarny, etc. Fife,\n 25 Dec^{rs}, 1594. Weymis de Myrecarny and Wemys de Logy are one, as\n appears by a charter of July 25, 1564. Register of the Great Seal of\n Scotland, Index, in the Signet Library, noted for me by Mr Macmath.\n\nFootnote 295:\n\n Register of the Privy Council of Scotland, V, 11. And again: 1594,\n April 13. Caution in \u00a32000 by \u2014\u2014Wemys, apparent of that Ilk, for\n Johnne Wemyss, apparent of Logy, that he shall remain in ward with\n David Wemys of that Ilk till relieved.\n\n May 2. Caution in 300 merks by Johnne Wemys, younger of that Ilk, for\n Johnne Wemys of Logy, that he shall answer before the Privy Council at\n Edinburgh upon 22d instant \u201cto sic thingis as salbe inquirit of him.\u201d\n\n September 27. Sir Johnne Wemys of Tullibrek, Michaell Balfour of\n Monquhaine, and Andro Wemyss of Myrecairny, for Johnne Wemyss, son and\n apparent heir of Andro, \u00a320,000, to go abroad by the 15th October next\n and not return without licence. Deleted by warrant subscribed by the\n king and treasurer-depute at Haliruidhous 20th February, 1594. _Ib._,\n pp 141 f., 144, 638. The entries in 1594 may have reference to later\n offences.\n\nFootnote 296:\n\n Sir John Carmichael was appointed captain of the king\u2019s guard in 1588,\n and usually had the keeping of state criminals of rank. Scott.\n\nFootnote 297:\n\n The Historie of King James the Sext, p. 303 f.; Register of the Privy\n Council of Scotland, V, 144.\n\nFootnote 298:\n\n Calendar of State Papers relating to Scotland, Thorpe, II, 611, No 6.\n\nFootnote 299:\n\n The History of the Feuds and Conflicts among the Clans, etc., p. 41 f,\n in Miscellanea Scotica, Spottiswood, ed. 1666, p. 390.\n\nFootnote 300:\n\n Lesley, History of Scotland, p. 235; Gregory, History of the Western\n Highlands, ed. 1881, p. 184; Browne, History of the Highlands, IV,\n 476. For the traditional story, Finlay, II, 95, note; Laing\u2019s Thistle\n of Scotland, p. 107 f.; Whitelaw, p. 248.\n\nFootnote 301:\n\n \u201cIn the end of this year [1593] there fell out great troubles in the\n west marches. Some of the surname of Johnston having in the July\n preceding made a great depredation upon the lands of Sanwhare and\n Drumlanrig, and killed eighteen persons that followed for rescue of\n their goods,\u201d etc. Spottiswood, p. 400, ed. 1666.\n\nFootnote 302:\n\n 37 does not come in happily. Scott put this stanza after 29, omitting\n \u2018Sin\u2019; but there is no rational sense gained, unless the Johnstones\n are supposed to deny the cattle-lifting. Admitting a bold anacoluthon\n in the first verse (a mixture of since\u2014so and neither\u2014nor), 37 might\n stand as and where it is. The Johnstones have done no wanton injury;\n they have only revenged in a proper way the death of the Galliard. But\n even then the Johnstones would be made to blink the Galliard\u2019s\n horse-stealing.\n\nFootnote 303:\n\n As there was no great \u201crouth\u201d of Christian names among the clansmen of\n the borders, to-names became necessary for the distinction of the\n numerous Jocks, Christies, Watties and Archies. The name of parent, or\n of parent and grandparent, was sometimes prefixed, as John\u2019s Christie,\n Agnes\u2019 Christie, Peggie\u2019s Wattie, Gibb\u2019s Jack\u2019s Johnie, Pattie\u2019s\n Geordie\u2019s Johnie; sometimes the place of abode was added, as Jock o\n the Side; sometimes there was distinction by personal peculiarities,\n dress, or arms, as Fair Johnie, Red Cloak, John with the Jack, etc.,\n etc. See lists of all varieties in Mr R. B. Armstrong\u2019s History of\n Liddesdale, etc., p. 78 f.\n\nFootnote 304:\n\n Ties them with St Mary\u2019s knot: hamstrings them, says Caw, and say\n others after him. A St John\u2019s knot is double, a St Mary\u2019s triple.\n Observe that in 31 it is simply said that there is only one horse\n loose in the stable.\n\nFootnote 305:\n\n \u201cThe Armstrongs at length got Dick o the Cow in their clutches, and,\n out of revenge, they tore his flesh from his bones with red-hot\n pincers:\u201d note in Caw\u2019s Museum, p. 35. \u201cAt the conclusion of the\n ballad, the singer used invariably to add that Dickie\u2019s removal to\n Burgh under Stainmuir did not save him from the clutches of the\n Armstrongs. Having fallen into their power, several years after this\n exploit, he was plunged into a large boiling pot, and so put to death.\n The scene of this cruel transaction is pointed out somewhere in\n Cumberland.\u201d Chambers, Scottish Ballads, p. 55, note. No well-wisher\n of Dick has the least occasion to be troubled by these puerile\n supplements of the singers.\n\nFootnote 306:\n\n I am indebted to Mr R. B. Armstrong for all information not hitherto\n published.\n\nFootnote 307:\n\n \u201cIt was not unusual to call two sons by a favorite name, and the\n brother of Gilnockie would have probably called his sons by that\n name:\u201d R. B. A.\n\nFootnote 308:\n\n \u201cThe place which is alluded to by Scott was pointed out to me about\n thirty years since. There then were the remains of a tower which stood\n on a small plateau where the Dow Sike and the Blaik Grain join the\n Stanygillburn, a tributary of the Tinnisburn. Some remains of the\n building may still be traced at the northern angle of the sheepfold of\n which it forms part. The walls that remain are 4 feet 3 inches thick,\n and measured on the inside about 6 feet high. They extend about 18\n feet 6 inches in one direction and 14 feet in another, forming\n portions of two sides with the angle of the tower.... There must have\n been a considerable building of a rude kind.... This place, as the\n crow flies, is quite two miles and a quarter from Kershope-foot, and\n by the burn two miles and a half.... The Laird\u2019s Jock\u2019s residence is\n marked on a sketch map of Liddesdale by Lord Burleigh, drawn when\n Simon was laird of Mangerton. (Simon, son of Thomas, was laird in\n 1578\u20139.) It is also marked at the mouth of the Tinnisburn on a \u2018platt\u2019\n of the country, of 1590.\u201d R. B. A.\n\nFootnote 309:\n\n The Archbishop\u2019s account is apparently based upon a more minute\n \u201crelation of the maner of surprizeing of the Castell of Cairlell by\n the lord of Buccleugh,\u201d given, from a manuscript of the period, in the\n later edition of the Minstrelsy, II, 32. There is another account of\n the rescue in The Historie of King James the Sext, p. 366 ff.\n\nFootnote 310:\n\n Near the water of Sark, in the Debateable Land, and belonging to\n Kinmont Willie: \u201cWilliam Armstrong, in Morton Tower, called Will of\n Kinmouth, 1569.\u201d Register of the Privy Council of Scotland, II, 44.\n\nFootnote 311:\n\n \u201cThe queen of England, having notice sent her of what was done,\n stormed not a little,\u201d and her ambassador was instructed to say that\n peace could not continue between the two realms unless Buccleuch were\n delivered to England, to be punished at the queen\u2019s pleasure.\n Buccleuch professed himself willing to be tried, according to ancient\n treaties, by commissioners of the respective kingdoms, and the Scots\n made the proposal, but Elizabeth did not immediately consent to this\n arrangement. At last, to satisfy the queen, Buccleuch was put in ward\n at the castle of St Andrews. Spotiswood adds that he was \u201cafterwards\n entered in England, where he remained not long\u201d (and Tytler to the\n same effect, IX, 226). According to one of the MSS of The Historie of\n King James the Sext, the king, to please and pleasure her Majesty,\n entered Buccleuch in ward at Berwick with all expedition possible, and\n the queen, of her courtesy, released him back in due and sufficient\n time: p. 421. But Buccleuch seems to have been entered in England only\n once, and that in 1597, and not for the assault on Carlisle castle, or\n for a raid which he made in the next year, but because he did not\n deliver his pledges, as he was under obligation to do according to a\n treaty made by a joint commission in 1597. See Ridpath\u2019s Border\n History, 1848, pp. 473, 477.\n\nFootnote 312:\n\n Tytler\u2019s History, IX, 437. \u201cThe greatest nomber whareof war ordinar\n nycht-walkers\u201d (H. of K. J. the Sext, p. 369).\n\nFootnote 313:\n\n \u201cDike Armestronge of Dryup dwelleth neare High Morgarton\u201d (Mangerton).\n Dike Armestronge of Dryup appears in a list of the principal men in\n Liddesdale, drawn up when Simon Armstrong was laird of Mangerton,\n among Simon\u2019s uncles or uncles\u2019 sons. Dick of Dryup is complained of,\n with others, for reif and burning, in 1583, 1586, 1587, 1603, and his\n name is among the outlaws proclaimed at Carlisle July 23, 1603. (Notes\n of Mr R. B. Armstrong.)\n\nFootnote 314:\n\n \u201cThe informer saith that Buclughe was the fifth man which entered the\n castle:\u201d Lord Scroop\u2019s letter, Tytler, IX, 437. But the MS. used by\n Scott, Spotiswood\u2019s account (founded chiefly or altogether upon that\n MS.), and The Historie of King James the Sext agree in saying that\n Buccleuch remained outside, \u201cto assure the retreat of his awin from\n the castell againe.\u201d\n\nFootnote 315:\n\n \u201cRed Rowy Forster\u201d is one of the list complained of to the Bishop of\n Carlisle, about 1550 (see \u2018Hughie Grame\u2019), and he is in company with\n Jock of Kinmont, one of Will\u2019s four sons, Archie of Gingles, Jock of\n Gingles, and George of the Gingles, who may represent \u201cThe Chingles\u201d\n in the informer\u2019s list already cited. Nicolson and Burn, I, lxxxii.\n\nFootnote 316:\n\n This is also to be observed: \u201cThere are in this collection no fewer\n than three poems on the rescue of prisoners, the incidents in which\n nearly resemble each other, though the poetical description is so\n different that the editor did not think himself at liberty to reject\n any one of them, as borrowed from the others. As, however, there are\n several verses which, in recitation, are common to all these three\n songs, the editor, to prevent unnecessary and disagreeable repetition,\n has used the freedom of appropriating them to that in which they seem\n to have the best poetic effect.\u201d \u2018Jock o the Side,\u2019 Minstrelsy, II,\n 76, ed. 1833.\n\nFootnote 317:\n\n Campbell \u201cprojected\u201d his work as early as 1790, and he intimates in\n his preface, p. viii (if I have rightly understood him), that he gave\n help to Scott.\n\nFootnote 318:\n\n For the Laird\u2019s Jock, see \u2018Dick o the Cow,\u2019 No 185. \u201cI do not say\n there never was a Laird\u2019s Wat, but I do not recollect having met with\n an Armstrong called Walter during the sixteenth century:\u201d Mr R. B.\n Armstrong.\n\nFootnote 319:\n\n If the text is right, John (or was it Hobbie Noble?) had killed Peeter\n a Whifeild. See \u2018Hobbie Noble,\u2019 9^4.\n\nFootnote 320:\n\n \u201cI am a bastard brother of thine,\u201d says Hobby in 26^3; cf. 28^2. But\n in #B# 7 and \u2018Hobie Noble,\u2019 3, he is an Englishman, born in Bewcastle,\n and banished to Liddesdale.\n\nFootnote 321:\n\n This device, whether of great practical use or not, has much authority\n to favor it: Hereward, De Gestis Herwardi, Michel, Chroniques A.\n Normandes, p. 81; Fulk Fitz-Warin, Wright, p. 92; Eustache le Moine,\n Michel, p. 55, vv. 1505 ff. (see Michel\u2019s note, p. 104 f.); Robert\n Bruce, Scotichronicon, Goodall, II, 226; other cases in Miss Burne\u2019s\n Shropshire Folk-Lore, pp. 16, 20, 93 note. It is repeated in \u2018Archie o\n Cawfield.\u2019\n\nFootnote 322:\n\n Bay and grey should be exchanged in #B# 10, #C# 7.\n\nFootnote 323:\n\n Miswritten Capeld; again in 12^4.\n\nFootnote 324:\n\n \u201cTradition says that his [Archie\u2019s] name was Archibald Armstrong.\u201d\n (Note at the end of the MS.)\n\nFootnote 325:\n\n Belonging to John\u2019s Christie, son of Johnie Armstrong. Christie of\n Barnglish was in Kinmont Willie\u2019s rescue. R. B. Armstrong, Appendix,\n p. cii, No LXIV; T. J. Carlyle, The Debateable Land, p. 22. Tytler,\n IX, 437.\n\nFootnote 326:\n\n The \u201cwhite hand\u201d in the Slovenian ballad, II, 350, is hard to explain\n unless there is a mixture of a prison-ballad and a snake-ballad.\n\nFootnote 327:\n\n \u201cThe earldom of Huntingdon was vacant from about 1487 to 1529, and, as\n the Fitz-Walters were lineally descended from the daughter of the\n first Simon de St Liz, Earl of Huntingdon, this may have suggested to\n Skelton the idea of giving that title to the husband of Matilda\n Fitz-Walter.\u201d\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n TRANSCRIBER\u2019S NOTES\n\n\n 1. P. 204, changed \"3. unto her lovely.\" to \"3^3. unto her lovely.\".\n 2. P. 287, changed \"25. 5 score\" to \"25^1. 5 score\".\n 3. Except as noted, all spelling errors were left uncorrected.\n 4. All punctuation was left uncorrected, except as follows.\n 5. A beginning or ending quote mark was added for obviously unbalanced\n pairs of quotes.\n 6. Full stops and commas were made consistent for the verse & line\n references, for example, \"12^1,\" was corrected to \"12^1.\"\n 7. Footnotes have been re-indexed using numbers and collected together\n at the end of the last chapter.\n 8. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.\n 9. Enclosed bold font in #number signs#.\n10. Enclosed letter spaced font in _double angle quotation marks_.\n11. Superscripts are denoted by a caret before a single superscript\n character or a series of superscripted characters enclosed in\n curly braces, e.g. M^r. or M^{ister}.\n12. Superscript letters centered over subscript periods or colons are\n denoted by [th :].","title":"The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 3 (of 5)","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":319745}