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

For I am head forester here.

These thirteen long summers, quoth Robin, I’m sure,

My arrows I here have let fly,

Where freely I range ; methinks it is strange

You should have more power than I.

This forest, quoth Robin, I think is my own,

And so are the nimble deer too ;

Therefore I declare, and solemnly swear,

I’ll not be affronted by you.

The forester he had a long quarter-staff,