Classic Poem

Then bold Robin Hood to the north he would go,
With a hey down down a down down
With valour and mickle might,
With sword by his side, which oft had been tri'd,
To fight and recover his right.

The first that he met was a bony bold Scot,
His servant he said he would be;
" No," quoth Robin Hood, " it cannot be good,
For thou wilt prove false unto me.

" Thou hast not bin true to sire nor cuz:"
" Nay, marry," the Scot he said,
" As true as your heart, I 'le never part,
Gude master, be not afraid."


Then Robin Hood turnd his face to the east;
" Fight on my merry men stout,
Our cause is good," quoth brave Robin Hood,
" And we shall not be beaten out."

The battel grows hot on every side,
The Scotchman made great moan;
Quoth Jockey, Gude faith, they fight on each side;
Would I were with my wife Ione!

The enemy compast brave Robin about,
'T is long ere the battel ends;
Ther 's neither will yeeld nor give up the field,
For both are supplied with friends.


This song it was made in Robin Hoods dayes;
Let 's pray unto Iove above
To give us true peace, that mischief may cease,
And war may give place unto love.