And what wul ye leive to your bairns

and your wife, Whan ye gang ovir the sea O?” "The warldis room, late them beg thrae' life,

Mither, mither, The warldis room, late them beg thrae

life, For thame nevir mair wul I see 0.”

7. "And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir,

Edward, Edward? And what wul ye leive to your ain

mither deir?
My deir son, now tell me 0.”
"The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir,

Mither, mither,
The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir,

Sic counseils ye gave to me 0.”

KEMP OWYNE

I. Her mother died when she was young,

Which gave her cause to make great

moan; Her father married the warst woman

That ever lived in Christendom.

2. She served her with foot and hand,

In every thing that she could dee,2 Till once, in an unlucky time,

She threw her in ower Craigy's sea.

3. Says, "Lie you there, dove Isabel,

And all my sorrows lie with thee; Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea, And borrow

you

with kisses three Let all the warld do what they will,

10. O lang, lang may the ladies stand,

Wi thair gold kems in their hair, Waiting for thair ain deir lords,

For they'll se thame na mair. 1 above.

11. But often words they breeden bale;17

That parted Robin and John;
John is gone to Barn[e]sdale,

The gates 18 he knowes eche one.

12. And when hee came to Barnesdale,

Great heavinesse there hee hadd; He ffound two of his fellowes

Were slaine both in a slade,19

3. “Me thought they did mee beate

and binde,
And tooke my bowe mee froe;
If I bee Robin alive in this lande,
I'le be wrocken 10 on both them

towe.” 4. "Sweavens11 are swift, master," quoth

John, "As the wind that blowes ore a hill; Ffor if itt be never soe lowde this

night,

To-morrow it may be still.” 5. "Buskel2 yee, bownel yee, my merry

men all, Ffor John shall goe with mee; For I'le goe seeke yond wight yeomen

In greenwood where the bee." 1 impatient. ? if.

13. And Scarlett a-ffoote flyinge was,

Over stockes and stone,
For the sheriffe with seven score men
Fast after him is

gone.

14. “Yett one shoote l'le shoote,” sayes

Litle John, “With Crist his might and mayne; I'le make yond fellow that flyes soe

32. “Gods blessing on thy heart!” sayes

Guye, "Goode ffellow, thy shooting is

goode; For an thy hart be as good as thy

hands, Thou were better than Robin Hood.

40. Robin thought on Our Lady deere,

And soone leapt up againe,
And thus he came with an awkwarde*

stroke;
Good Sir Guy hee has slayne.

41. He tooke Sir Guys head by the hayre,

And sticked itt on his bowes end: “Thou hast beene traytor all thy liffe,

Which thing must have an ende."

33. "Tell me thy name, good ffellow,'

quoth Guy,
"Under the leaves of lyne:”
“Nay, by my faith," quoth good

Robin,
“Till thou have told me thine.”

34. “I dwell by dale and downe," quoth

Guye, "And I have done many a curst

turne; And he that calles me by my right

name,

Calles me Guye of good Gysborne." 35. “My dwelling is in the wood,” sayes

Robin; “By thee I set right nought; My name is Robin Hood of Barnes

dale,

Affellow thou has long sought.” 36. He that had neither beene a kithe nor

kin Might have seene a full fayre sight, To see how together these yeomen

went, With blades both browne and

bright; 37. To have seene how these yeomen to

gether foug[ht] Two howers of a summer's day; Itt was neither Guy nor Robin Hood

That ffettled them to flye away. 38. Robin was reacheles on’a roote,

And stumbled at that tyde,
And Guy was quicke and nimble

with-all,

And hitt him ore the left side. 39. “Ah, deere Lady!” sayd Robin

Hoode, “Thou art both mother and may!3 I thinke it was never mans destinye

To dye before his day." prepared.

46. Robin sette Guyes horne to his mouth,

A lowd blast in it he did blow;
That beheard the sheriffe of Notting-

ham,
As he leaned under a lowe.”

47. “Hearken! hearken!” sayd the sheriffe,

"I heard noe tydings but good;
For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne

blowe,
For he hath slaine Robin Hoode.

48. “For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne

blow,
Itt blowes soe well in tyde,
For yonder comes that wighty yeo-

man,
Cladd in his capull-hyde.