Nor yet intends to trade ;
But curst be he, said bold Robin,
That first a hangman was made.
I’ve a bag for meal, and a bag for malt,
And a bag for barley and corn ;
A bag for bread, and a bag for beef,
And a bag for my little small horn. {308}
I have a horn in my pockèt.
I got it from Robin Hood,
And still when I set it to my mouth,