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

Robin Hood set his horne to his mouth,

He blew out blasts three ;

Halfe a hundreth yeomen, with bowes bent,

Came raking over the lee.

Whose men are these, said the fryèr,

That come so hastily ?

These men are mine, said Robin Hood ;

Fryer, what is that to thee ?

A boone, a boone, said the curtall fryer,

The like I gave to thee ;