And there she blooded bold Robin Hood
While one drop of blood wou’d run;
There did he bleed the live-long day,
Until the next at noon.
XV
He bethought him then of a casement there,
Being lockèd up in the room,
But was so weak he could not leap,
He could not get him down.
XVI
He bethought him then of his bugle-horn,
That hung low down to his knee;
He set his horn unto his mouth,
And blew out weak blasts three.
XVII
Then Little John he heard the horn
Where he sat under a tree:
‘I fear my master is now near dead,
He blows so wearilye.’
XVIII
Little John is gone to merry Kirkleys,
As fast as he can dree;
And when he came to merry Kirkleys,
He broke locks two or three: