Methought they did me beat and bind, And took my bow me fro'; If I be Robin alive in this land, Sweavens are swift, master, quoth John, Busk ye, bownet ye, my merry men all, For I'll go seek yon wight yeomen, In the greenwood where they be. Then they cast on their gowns of green, And they away to the green forèst, A shooting forth are gone; Until they came to the merry greenwood, Where they had gladdest be, There were they aware of a wight yeoman, His body leaned to a tree. * Revenged. + Make ready. + Strong. A sword and a dagger he wore by his side, Of many a man the bane; And he was clad in his capull* hide Top and tail and mane. Stand you still, master, quoth Little John, Under this tree so green, And I will go to yon wight yeoman Ah! John, by me thou settest no store, How oft send I my men before, It is no cunning a knave to ken, As often words they breeden bale, * Horse-hide. + If. Mischiet. § Ways. But when he came to Barnesdale, Great heaviness there he had, For he found two of his own fellows And Scarlett he was flying a-foot Fast over stock and stone, For the proud sheriff with seven score men Fast after him is gone. One shot now I will shoot, quoth John, Then John bent up his long bende-bow, And fettled* him to shoot: The bow was made of tender bough, And fell down to his foot. Woe worth, woe worth thee, wicked wood That ere thou grew on a tree; For now this day thou art my bale, My booter when thou shouldst be. His shoot it was but loosely shot, Yet flew not the arrow in vain, For it met one of the sheriff's men,— It had been better for William-a-Trent But as it is said, when men be met, The sheriff hath taken Little John, Thou shalt be drawn by dale and down, And hang'd high on a hill. But thou mayst fail of thy purpose, quoth John, If it be Christe his will.. Let us leave talking of Little John, And think of Robin Hood, How he is gone to the wight yeoman, Where under the leaves he stood. Good morrow, good fellow, said Robin so fair, Good morrow, good fellow, quoth he: Methinks by this bow thou bear'st in thy hand, A good archer thou shouldst be. I am wilful* of my way, quo' the yeoman, I'll lead thee through the wood, said Robin ; I seek an outlaw, the stranger said, Rather I'd meet with that proud outlaw Now come with me, thou wighty yeoman, But first let us some pastime find First let us some mastery make We may chance to meet with Robin Hood Here at some unsett steven. * Missing. + Unexpectedly. |