[23], and a. Ritson.
[24], full froe.
[55], felt. Ritson.
[64], won, R.
[PART THE SECOND.[30]]
Now Robin Hood, Will Scadlock, and Little John
Are walking over the plain,
With a good fat buck, which Will Scadlòck
With his strong bow had slain.
"Jog on, jog on," cries Robin Hood,5
"The day it runs full fast;
For tho' my nephew me a breakfast gave,
I have not yet broke my fast.
"Then to yonder lodge let us take our way,—
I think it wondrous good,—10
Where my nephew by my bold yeomèn
Shall be welcom'd unto the greenwood."
With that he took his bugle-horn,
Full well he could it blow;
Streight from the woods came marching down15
One hundred tall fellows and mo.
"Stand, stand to your arms," says Will Scadlòck,
"Lo! the enemies are within ken:"
With that Robin Hood he laugh'd aloud,
Crying, "They are my bold yeomèn."20