Robin Hood and Sir Guy (Ballad 118)
|And when hee came to Barnesdale,
Great heavinesse there hee hadd;
He found two of his fellowes
Were slaine both in a slade,
|slade = forest glade|
And Scarlett a foote
"Yett one shot, I'le shoote," sayes Litle John,
stockes = stumps
faine = happy
|John bent up a good iewe bow,
And fetteled him to shoote;
The bow was made of a tender boughe,
And fell downe to his foote.
|fetteled = prepared|
|"Woe worth thee, wicked wood,"
sayd Litle John,
"That ere thou grew on a tree!
For this day thou art my bale,
My boote when thou shold bee!"
|boote = help|
|This shoote it was but looselye shott,
The arrowe flew in vaine,
And it mett one of the sheriffes men;
Good William a Trent was slaine.
|It had beene better for William a Trent
To hange upon a gallowe
Then for to lye in the greenwoode,
There slaine with an arrowe.
|And it is sayd when men be mett,
Six can doe more then three:
And they have ta'en Litle John,
And bound him fast to a tree.
|Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe,"
quote the sheriffe,
And hanged hye on a hill:"
"But thou may fayle," quoth Little John,
"If itt be Christs owne will."
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