That the King enjoys his own again.
A True Tale Of Robin Hood
Both gentlemen and yeomen bold,
Or whatsoever you are,
To have a stately story told
Attention now prepare:
It is a tale of Robin Hood,
Which I to you will tell;
Which, being rightly understood,
I know will please you well.
This Robin (so much talked on)
Was once a man of fame,
Instilled earl of Huntington,
Lord Robin Hood by name.
In courtship and magnificence
His carriage won him praise
And greater favor with his prince
Than any in those days.
In bounteous liberality
He too much did excell,
And loved men of quality
More than exceeding well.
His great revenues all he sold
For wine and costly chear;
He kept three hundred bow-men bold,
He shooting lov’d so dear.
No archer living in his time
With him might well compare;
He practis’d all his youthfull prime
That exercise most rare.
At last, by his profuse expence,
He had consumd his wealth,
And being outlawed by his prince,
In woods he liv’d by stealth.
The abbot of Saint Maries rich,
To whom he mony ought,
His hatred to this earle was such
That he his downefall wrought.
So being outlawed, as ’tis told,
He with a crew went forth
Of lusty cutters, stout and bold,
And robbed in the North.
Among the rest, one Little John,
A yeoman bold and free,
Who could, if it stood him upon,
With ease encounter three.
One hundred men in all he got,
With whom the story sayes,
Three hundred common men durst not
Hold combate any wayes.
They Yorkshire woods frequented much,
And Lancashire also,
Wherein their practises were such
That they wrought mickle woe.
None rich durst travell to and fro,
Though nere so strongly armd,
But by these theeves, so strong in show,
They still were robd and harmd.
His chiefest spight to the clergie was,
That lived in monstrous pride;
No one of them he would let passe
Along the high-way side,
But first they must to dinner goe,
And afterwards to shrift;
Full many a one he served so,
Thus while he livd by theft.
No monkes nor fryers he would let goe,
Without paying their fees;
If they thought much to be usd so,
Their stones he made them leese.
For such as they the country filld
With bastards in those dayes;
Which to prevent, these sparkes did geld
All that came by their wayes.
But Robbin Hood so gentle was,
And bore so brave a minde,
If any in distresse did passe,
To them he was so kinde
That he would give and lend to them,
To helpe them at their neede:
This made all poore men pray for him,
And wish he well might speede.
The widdow and the fatherlesse
He would send meanes unto,
And those whom famine did oppresse
Found him a friendly foe.
Nor would he doe a woman wrong,
But see her safe conveid;
He would protect with power strong
All those who crav’d his ayde.
The abbot of Saint Maries then,
Who him undid before,
Was riding with two hundred men,
And gold and silver store.
But Robbin Hood upon him set
With his couragious sparkes,
And all the coyne perforce did get,
Which was twelve thousand markes.
He bound the abbot to a tree,
And would not let him passe
Before that to his men and he
His lordship had sayd masse.
Which being done, upon his horse
He set him fast astride,
And with his face towards his arse
He forced him to ride.
His men were faine to be his guide,
For he rode backward home;
The abbot, being thus vilified,
Did sorely chafe and fume.
Thus Robbin Hood did vindicate
His former wrongs receav’d;
For ‘twas this covetous prelate
That him of land bereav’d.
The abbot he rode to the king
With all the haste he could,
And to his Grace he every thing
Exactly did unfold.
And say’d if that no course were tane,
By force or stratagem,
To take this rebell and his traine,
No man should passe for them.
The king protested by and by
Unto the abbot then
That Robbin Hood with speed should dye,
With all his merry men.
But ere the king did any send,
He did another feate,
Which did his Grace much more offend;
The fact indeed was great.
For in a short time after that,
The king’s receivers went
Towards London with the coyne they got,
For’s Highnesse northerne rent.
