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

Till threescore and ten of bold Robin’s men

Came running all on a row ;

All making obeysance to bold Robin Hood ;

’Twas a comely sight for to see.

What is the matter, master, said Little John,

That you blow so hastily ? {301}

“O here is the bishop of Herefòrd,

And no pardon we shall have.”

Cut off his head, master, said Little John,

And throw him into his grave.