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

Hee shot not much the worse ;

He shot within a finger of the prick :

“Now, bishop, beware thy purse !”

A boone, a boone, queene Katherine cries,

I crave ‘it’ on my bare knee,

That you will angry be with none

That are of my partie.

“They shall have forty daies to come,

And forty daies to goe,

And three times forty to sport and play ;