Robin Hood tooke his mantle from his back, It was of the Lincolne greene, And sent it by this lovely page, For a present unto the queene. In summer time, when leaves grow green, It was a seemly sight to see, How Robin Hood himselfe had drest, And all his yeomandry. He clothed his men in Lincolne green, Blacke hats, white feathers, all alike, And when he came at Londons court, Hee fell downe on his knee. "Thou art welcome, Locksly," said the queen, The king is into Finsbury field,* Marching in battle ray, And after follows bold Robin Hood, And all his yeomen gay. "Come hither, Tepus," said the king, Come measure me out with this line, "What is the wager?" said the queene, "Three hundred of the fattest harts That run on Dallom lee; That's a princely wager," said the king, "That needs must I tell thee." *Now Finsbury Square, &c. in London, famous in old times for its archery ground. With that bespake one Clifton then, Full quickly and full soone; "Measure no markes for us, most soveraigne liege, Wee'l shoot at sun and moone." "Ful fifteene score your marke shall be, Ful fifteene score shall stand;" "I'll lay my bow," said Clifton then, "I'll cleave the willow wand." With that the kings archers led about, "A boone, a boone," queen Katherine cries, Is there any knight of your privy counsèl "Come hither to mee, sir Richard Lee, For I do knowe by thy pedigree "Come hither to me, thou bishop of Herefordshire," For a noble priest was hee; "By my silver miter," said the Bishop then, "Ile not bet one peny." "The king hath archers of his own, Full ready and full light, And these be strangers every one, No man knowes what they hight." "What wilt thou bet," said Robin Hood, "What is in thy purse?" said Robin Hood, "Throw it downe on the ground." "Fiftren score nobles," said the bishop; "It's neere an hundred pound." Robin Hood took his bagge from his side, And threw it downe on the greene; William Scadlocke then went smiling away, "I know who this money must win." With that the kings archers led about, "It is three and three, now," said the king, "The next three pays for all :” Robin Hood went and whisper'd the queen, "The kings part shall be but small." Robin Hood hee led about, Hee shot it under hand; And Clifton, with a bearing arrow, And little Midge, the millers son, "A boone, a boone," queen Katherine cries, "I crave it on my bare knee, That you will angry be with none "They shall have forty daies to come, And forty daies to goe, And three times forty to sport and play; Then welcome friend or foe." "Thou art welcome, Robin Hood," said the queene, "And so is Little John, And so is Midge, the millers son; Thrice welcome every one." "Is this Robin Hood?" now said the king; "For it was told to me That he was slain in the palace gates, So far in the north country." "Is this Robin Hood!" quoth the bishop then, "As I see well to be: Had I knowne it had been that bold outlaw, I would not have bet one peny. "Hee tooke me late one Saturday at night, And made mee sing a masse, God wot, "What an if I did?" saies Robin Hood, "Now nay, now nay," saies Little John, 66 Master, that shall not be; We must give gifts to the kings officèrs; That gold will serve thee and mee." |