Or bring me forth my bride.
This is the four and twentieth day,
The day prefixt upon :
Bring forth my bride, or London burns,
I swear by ‘Alcaron.’ [302] {229}
Then cries the king, and queen likewise,
Both weeping as they ‘spake,’ {230}
Lo ! we have brought our daughter dear,
Whom we are forc’d to forsake.
With that stept out bold Robin Hood,