I have heard talk of bold Robin Hood,
And of brave Little John,
Of Friar Tuck, and Will Scarlet,
Locksley, and Maid Marion.
II
But such a tale as this before
I think there was never none;
For Robin Hood disguised himself,
And to the wood is gone.
III
Like to a friar bold Robin Hood
Was accouter’d in his array;
With hood, gown, beads and crucifix,
He pass’d upon the way.
IV
He had not gone miles two or three,
But it was his chance to spy
Two lusty priests, clad all in black,
Come riding gallantly.
V
‘Benedicite,’ then said Robin Hood,
‘Some pity on me take;
Cross you my hand with a silver groat,
For Our dear Ladye’s sake!