And how they scarcely could win home,
Their bones were beft so sore,
Good Robin cry'd, "Fy! out, for shame!
We're sham'd for evermore."250
Altho' good Robin would full fain
Of his wrong revengèd be,
He smil'd to see his merry young men
Had gotten a taste of the tree.
[72,73]. Wanting in the original, and restored from the Aberdeen copy. Gutch.
[153], wonder. Ritson.
[236], where.
[243, 244]. These two lines are restored from the Aberdeen ballad. G.