Said Robin Hood, Reach me that buck, Little John,
For I’ll go along with my dear ;
And bid my yeomen kill six brace of bucks,
And meet me to-morrow just here.
Before he had ridden five Staffordshire miles,
Eight yeomen, that were too bold,
Bid Robin Hood stand, and deliver his buck :
A truer tale never was told. {158}
I will not, faith, said bold Robin ; come, John,
Stand by me, and we’ll beat ’em all.