Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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" I needs must acknowledge thou art a brave soul;
With thee I'll no longer contend ; For needs must I say, thou hast got the day,
Our battel shall be at an end."
Then unto the bank he did presently wade, ss And pull'd himself out by a thorn;
Which done, at the last, he blow'd a loud blast Straitway on his fine bugle-horn :
The eccho of which through the vallies did fly, At which his stout bowmen appeared,                so
All cloathed in green, most gay to be seen, So up to their master they steer'd.
" 0 what's the matter ? " quoth William Stutely;
" Good master, you are wet to the skin." " No matter," quoth he ; " the lad which you see as
In fighting hath tumbl'd me in."
" He shall not go scot-free," the others reply'd ;
So strait they were seizing him there, To duck him likewise ; but Robin Hood cries,
" He is a stout fellow, forbear.                           
" There's no one shall wrong thee, friend, be not afraid ;
These bowmen upon me do wait; There's threescore and nine ; if thou wilt be mine,
Thou shalt have my livery strait: