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

For thy curn nips of sticks,

I know no use for them so meet

As to be puding-pricks.

Here I defy thee to do me ill,

For all thy boisterous fair,

Thou’s get nothing from me but ill,

Would’st thou seek evermair.

Good Robin bent his noble bow,

He was an angery man,

And in it set a broad arròw ;