So bravely they do shoot.
Ay, quoth the sheriff, and scratch’d his head,
I thought he would have been here ;
I thought he would, but tho’ he’s bold,
He durst not now appear.
O that word griev’d Robin Hood to the heart,
He vexed in his blood ;
Ere long, thought he, thou shalt well see
That here was Robin Hood. {327}
Some cried, Blue jacket ! another cried, Brown !