Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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" Now we shall to Notyngham,"
All thus our kynge gan say.                            20
Theyr bowes bente and forth they went,
Shotynge all in-fere, Towarde the towne of Notyngham,
Outlawes as they were.
Our kynge and Robyn rode togyder,                 23
For soth as I you say, And they shote plucke-buffet,
As they went by the way.
And many a buft'et our kynge wan
Of Robyn Hode that day ;                             »
And nothynge spared good Robyn
Our kynge in his pay.
" So god me helpe," sayd our kynge,
" Thy game is nought to lere ; I sholde not get a shote of the,                           m
Though I shote all this yere."
All the people of Notyngham
They stode and behelde ; They sawe nothynge but mantels of grene
That covered all the felde.                              «
Than every man to other gan say, " I drede our kynge be slone ;