XX. ROBIN HOOD AND THE RANGER: OR, TRUE FRIENDSHIP AFTER A FIERCE FIGHT.
No ancient copy of this ballad having been met with, it is given from an edition of “Robin Hood’s Garland,” printed some years since at York. The tune is Arthur a Bland.
When Phœbus had melted the ‘sickles’ of ice,
With a hey down, &c.
And likewise the mountains of snow,
Bold Robin Hood he would ramble away,
To frolick abroad with his bow. {286}
He left all his merry men waiting behind,