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,