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

But I’ll have three blasts on my bugle-horn,

That their souls to heaven may flee.”

‘Then’ [350] Robin Hood mounted the gallows so high,

Where he blew loud and shrill,

Till a hundred and ten of Robin Hoods men

Came marching down the green hill.

Whose men are these ? says master sherìff,

Whose men are they ? tell unto me.[351]

“O they are mine, but none of thine,

And are come for the ’squires all three.”