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

An arrow I will at her let flie,

So like an old witch looks she.

O hold thy hand, hold thy hand, said Robin Hood then,

And shoot not thy arrows so keen ;

I am Robin Hood, thy master good,

And quickly it shall be seen. {173}

The bishop he came to the old womans house,

And called, with furious mood,

Come let me soon see, and bring unto me

That traitor Robin Hood.