XIX
‘O save, O save, O Sheriff,’ he said,
‘O save, and you may see!
And what will you give to a silly old man
To-day will your hangman be?’
XX
‘Some suits, some suits,’ the Sheriff he said,
‘Some suits I’ll give to thee;
Some suits, some suits, and pence thirteen
To-day’s a hangman’s fee.’
XXI
Then Robin he turns him round about,
And jumps from stock to stone;
‘By the truth of my body,’ the Sheriff he said,
‘That’s well jumpt, thou nimble old man.’—
XXII
‘I was ne’er a hangman in all my life,
Nor yet intends to trade;
But curst be he,’ said bold Robin,
‘That first a hangman was made!
XXIII
‘I’ve a bag for meal, and a bag for malt,
And a bag for barley and corn;
A bag for bread, and a bag for beef,
And a bag for my little small horn.