Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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Full hastly our kynge was dyght,
So were his knyghtes fyve,                                    ro
Everych of them in monkes wede,
And hasted them thyder blyve.
Qur kynge was grete above his cole,
A brode hat on his crowne, Eyght as he were abbotrlyke,                                    75
They rode up in-to the towne.
Styf botes our kynge had on,
Forsoth as I you say; He rode syngynge to grene wode,
The covent was clothed in graye.                   s>
His male hors and his grete somers
Folowed our kynge behynde, Tyll they came to grene wode,
A myle under the lynde.
There they met with good Eobyn,                     a*
Stondynge on the waye, And so dyde many a bolde archere,
For soth as I you say.
Eobyn toke the kynges hors,
Hastely in that stede,                                         00
And sayd, " Syr abbot, by your leve,
A whyle ye must abyde.
72, Myth, Bitson.