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Another Version of Robin Hood and the Bishop of Hereford (Ballad 144)Reading time: (2 minutes) |
1 SOME talk of lords, and some
talk of lairds, And some talk of barrons bold, But I'll tell you a story of bold Robin Hood, How he robbed the Bishop of his gold. |
Others they may tell you of
bold Robin Hood, Derry, derry, down! Or else of the barons bold, But I'll tell you how they served the Bishop, When they robbed him of his gold. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! |
2 'Cause
kill us a venison,' sayes Robin Hood, 3 'Now who is this,' sayes the Bishop, |
Robin Hood, he dressed him
in shepherd's attire, Derry, derry, down! And six of his men also, And, when the Bishop he did come by, They around the fire did go. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! |
4 'We are shepherds,' says Robin
Hood, 'And do keep sheep all the year; And we thought it fit to be merry on a day, And kill one of the king's fallow deer.' |
'We are but poor shepherds'
quoth bold Robin Hood, Derry, derry, down! 'And keep sheep all the year, But we've resolved to taste to-day Of the best of our King's deer.' Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! |
5 'Thou art a bold fellow,'
the Bishop replyes, 'And your boldness you do show; Make hast, make hast, and go along with me, For the king of your doings shall know.' |
'Thou'rt a merry fellow;' the
old Bishop said, Derry, derry, down! 'The King of thy deeds shall know; Therefore make haste, come along with me, For before the King shalt go!' Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! |
6 He leand his back unto a brae, His foot against a thorn, And out from beneath his long shepherds coat He pulled a blowing-horn. |
Robin Hood he set then his
back to an oak, Derry, derry, down! His foot against a thorn, And underneath from his shepherd's cloak Pulled out a bugle horn. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! |
7 He put his horn in to his mouth, And a small blast he did blow, Till four and twenty of bold Robins men Came riding up all in a row. |
Robin put the small
end against his lips, 'What's the matter, master?' says Little John, Robin Hood he took then the old Bishop's hand, |
8 'Come, give us a reckoning,'
says the Bishop, 'For I think you drink wondrous large:' 'Come, give me your purse,' said bold Robin Hood, 'And I will pay all your charge.' |
'Call me in the reck'ning'
the Bishop then said, Derry, derry, down! 'I'm sure it's growing high:' 'Lend me your purse, Sir' said Little John, "And I'll tell you by and bye:' Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! |
9 He pulled off his long shepherds
coat, And he spread it on the ground, And out of the Bishops long trunk-hose, He pulled a hundred pound. |
Little John he took then the
old Bishop's cloak, Derry, derry, down! And spread it upon the ground, And from the Bishop his portmanteau He told five hundred pound. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! |
10 '0 master,' quoth
Litle John, 11 'Come, sing us a mass,' sayes bold Robin Hood, |
Little John he took then the old Bishop's
hand, Derry, derry, down! And called for the pipes to play, And made the Bishop to dance in his boots; He went gladly so his way. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! |
Questions. Make sure you can answer these questions about what you just read:
Francis James Child, The English and Scottish Popular Ballads (1882-1898). Weblink. |
Modern
Languages / Anthropology 3043: Folklore & Mythology.
Laura Gibbs, Ph.D.
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