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

And seems to be as sweer ;

If thou fast till thou get from me,

Thou shalt eat none this year.

Now, by my truth, says [good] Robìn,

Since we are assembled so,

If thou hast but a small farthìng,

I’ll have it e’er thou go.

Come, lay down thy clouted cloak,

And do no longer stand,

And loose the strings of all thy pokes,