Robin Hood / A collection of all the ancient poems, songs, and ballads, now extant, relative to that celebrated English outlaw. To which are prefixed historical anecdotes of his life.

by Unknown

Nay, thou must tarry still.

By my troth, said the bold beggàr,

Of that I have no will.

It is far to my lodging house,

And it is growing late,

If they have supt e’er I come in

I will look wondrous blate.

Now, by my truth, says good Robìn,

I see well by thy fare,

If thou shares well to thy suppèr,