‘The bowe, the arrowes, and litle horne,
Now with me I will beare;
For I will away to Barnèsdale,
To see how my men doe fare.’
XLVII
Robin sett Guy’s horne to his mouth,
A loud blast in it he did blow,
That beheard the Sheriffe of Nottingham,
As he leaned under a lowe[953].
XLVIII
‘Hearken! hearken!’ sayd the Sheriffe,
‘I heare now tydings good,
For yonder I heare Sir Guy’s horne blowe,
And he hath slaine Robin Hood.
XLIX
‘Yonder I heare Sir Guy’s horne blowe,
Itt blowes soe well in tyde,
And yonder comes that wight yemàn,
Cladd in his capull-hyde.
L
‘Come hyther, come hyther, thou good Sir Guy,
Aske what thou wilt of mee.’—
‘O I will none of thy gold,’ sayd Robin,
‘Nor I will none of thy fee: