For ‘thee’ [325] it blows little good.

“Oh, wind thy horn, thou proud fellòw,

Of thee I have no doubt ;

I wish that thou give such a blast,

Till both thy eyes fall out.”

The first loud blast that he did blow,

He blew both loud and shrill ;

A hundred and fifty of Robin Hoods men

Came riding over the hill.

The next loud blast that he did give,