The Ballads and Songs of Yorkshire / Transcribed from Private Manuscripts, Rare Broadsides, and Scarce Publications; with Notes and a Glossary

by Unknown

This night with thee to shield;

I am no robber, though my arm

This deadly weapon wield."

"I fear no robber, stranger, here,

For I have nought to lose;

And thou mayst safely through the night

In this poor cell repose.

"And thou art welcome to my hut,"

The holy man replied;