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

Little John had a bow in his hand,

He shot with might and main ;

Soon halfe a score of the fryers dogs

Lay dead upon the plain.

Hold thy hand, good fellow, said the curtall fryer,

Thy master and I will agree ;

And we will have new orders taken,

With all the hast may be.

“If thou wilt forsake fair Fountaines-dale,

And Fountaines-Abbey free,