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

Nor spill their blood who range the wood,

To follow hawk or hound.

My chiefest spite to clergy is,

Who in these days bear great sway ;

With fryars and monks, with their fine sprunks,

I make my chiefest prey.”

But I am very glad, says Robin Hood,

That I have met you here ;

Come, before we end, you shall, my friend,

Taste of our green-wood cheer. {317}