Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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Hedge ne dyche spared they none, That was them before.
" I make myn avowe to god," sayd Robyn, m
" The sheryf wolde I fayn se, And yf I may "hym take,
Iquyt than shall he bee."
And whan they came to Notyngham,
They walked in the strete,                                no
And with the proud sheryf, i-wys, Sone gan they mete.
" Abyde, thou proud sheryf," he sayd,
"Abyde and speake with me, Of some tydynges of our kynge,                          us
I wolde fayne here of the.
" This seven yere, by dere worthy god,
Ne yede I so fast on fote; I make myn avowe to god, thou proude sheryfe,
That is not for thy good."                                  ix
Robyn bent a good bowe,
An arrowe he drewe at his wyll, He hyt so the proud sheryf,
Upon the ground he lay full styll.
106, sherif, Ch. & M. knyght, R. 108, it, W. 120. At, W. That, C. boote for good, Wh.