Story-Telling Ballads / Selected and Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Boys' and Girls' Own Reading

by Unknown

Have nought but a staff in my hand.”

“The name of a coward,” quoth Robin, “I scorn,

Wherefore my long bow I’ll lay by;

And now, for thy sake, a staff will I take,

The truth of thy manhood to try.”

Then Robin Hood stept to a thicket of trees,

And chose him a staff of ground-oak;

Now this being done, away he did run

To the stranger, and merrily spoke: