From an old black letter copy in Major Pearson’s collection.

Come listen to me, you gallants so free,

All you that love mirth for to hear,

And I will tell you of a bold outlàw,

That lived in Not­ting­ham­shire. {198}

As Robin Hood in the forest stood,

All under the green wood tree,

There he was aware of a brave young man,

As fine as fine might be.

The youngster was cloathed in scarlet red,