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

Then Robin Hood came to his knees,

Of the fryer to beg a boone. {214}

“A boone, a boone, thou curtall fryer,

I beg it on my knee ;

Give me leave to set my horne to my mouth,

And to blow blasts three.”

That I will do, said the curtall fryer,

Of my blasts I have no doubt ;

I hope thoult blow so passing well,

Till both thy eyes fall out.