%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Proper New Ballad of Bold Robin Hood./ Shewing his Birth, his Breeding, his Valour, and Marriage, at Titbery Bull-Running./ Calculated for the Meridian of Staffordshire, but may serve for Derbyshire, or Kent. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1681-1684 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/06/2007 20738

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2.116-117 R234315 1 a pleasant New Northern Tune A Pleasant New Northern Tune KInd Gentlemen, will you be patient a while,/ I, and then you shall hear anon, tune unclear: To a pleasant new North[e]rn Tune; another edition at Pepys 2.118 Pepys 2.116-117 Wing P3669D Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 116 2: 117 A Proper New Ballad of Bold Robin Hood./ Shewing his Birth, his Breeding, his Valour, and Marriage, at Titbery Bull-Running./ Calculated for the Meridian of Staffordshire, but may serve for Derbyshire, or Kent. A Proper New Ballad of Bold Robin Hood. Shewing his Birth, his Breeding, his Valour, and Marriage, at Ti[t]bery Bull-Running. Calculated for the Meridian of Staffordshire, but may serve for Derbyshire or Kent. A Proper New Ballad of Bold Robin Hood. Showing His Birth, His Breeding, His Valor, and Marriage, at Titbery Bull-running. Calculated for the Meridian of Staffordshire, but May Serve for Derbyshire or Kent. columns 1-2: 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 285 x ?160; columns 3-4: 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 285 x 160 cropped top and right edges. torn bottom edge, uneven inking 1681-1684 Printed for I. Wright, I. Clarke, W. Thackeray,/ and T. Passenger. J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T. Passenger Blagden

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 9/6/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America History - True & Fabulous 9/6/07 Checker Rachel Mann Doublechecked global footer 9/5/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, Metadata updated, XML created 8/7/06 Checker Simone Chess Transcription checked 8/7/06 Transcriber Bill Gahan Original transcription 8/19/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan/Jessica Murphy Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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K Ind Gentlemen, will you be patient a while, I, and then you shall hear anon, A very good Ballad of bold Robin Hood and of his Man brave little John. And Locksley Town in merry Nottinghamshire, in merry sweet Locksley Town; There bold Robin Hood he was born & was bred, bold Robin of famous renown. The Father of Robin a Forrester was, and he shot in a lusty long Bow, Two North Country miles and an inch at a shoot as the Pinder of Wakefield does know. For he brought Adam Bell, and Clim of the Clugh, with William a Clowdel Lee: To shoot with our Forrester for Forty Mark, and the Forrester beat 'um all three. His mother was Neece to the Coventry Knight, which Warwickshire men call Sir Guy; For he slew the blew Bore that hangs up at that gate, or mine Host of the Bull tells a lye. Her Brother was Gamwel of great Gamwel- Hall, and a noble House-keeper was he: I, as ever broke Bread in sweet Nottinghamshire, and a Squire of a famous Degree. This Mother of Robin said to her Husband, my Honey, my Love, and my Dear; Let Robin and I ride this Morning to Gamwell, to taste of my Brothers good chear. And he said, I grant thee thy boon, gentle Joan, take one of my Horses I pray: The Sun is a rising, and therefore make haste, for to morrow is Christmas-day, Then Robin Hoods Fathers gray Gelding was brought and Sadled and Bridled was he Got on his blew Bonnet, his new suit of Cloeths and a Cloak that did reach to his knee. She got on her Holy-day Kirtle and gown, they were of a light Lincoln-Green: The Cloath was home spun, but for colour & make it might a beseemed our Queen. And then Robin got on his Basket-hilt Sword, and Dagger on his tother side: And said, my dear Mother lets hast to be gone, we have forty long miles to ride.
When Robin had mounted this Gelding so gra[y,] his Father without any trouble; Set her up behind him, and bad her not fear, for his Gelding has oft carried double. When she was settled, they rode to their Neig[h]bo[urs] and drunk, and shook hands with them all: And then Robin gallopt and never gave o're, till they lighted at great Gamwel-Hall. And now you may think the right worshipful Squire was joyful his Sister to see; For he kist her, & kist her, and swore a great Oath[,] thou art welcome kind Sister to me. To morrow when Mass had been said in the Chap-pel six tables were coverd ith Hall; And in comes the Squire, and makes a short speech it was, Neighbours y're Welcome all. But not a Man here shall taste my March-beer till a Christmas -Carrol be sung; Then all clapt their hands, & they shouted & sung till the Hall and the Parlor did ring. Now Mustard & Brawn, Roast-Beef & Plumb-pies were set upon every Table: And noble George Gamwel said eat and be merry and Drink too, as long as y'are able. When dinner was ended this Chaplin said Grace, and be merry my friends said the Squire; It rains and it blows, but call for more Ale and lay some more Wood on the Fire. And now call ye little John hither to me, for little John is a Fine Lad; At Gambols and Jugling, and twenty such tricks as shall make you both merry and glad. When Little John came, to Gambals they went, both Gentleman Yeoman and Clown, And what do you think? why, as true as I live, bold Robin Hood put them all down. And now you may think the right worshipful squire was joyful this sight for to see: For he said Cousin Robin thou'st go no more home but tarry and dwell with me. Thou shalt have my Land when I dye and till then thou shalt be the staff of my Age: Then grant me my boon dear Uncle, said Robin that Little John may be my Page. And he said kind Cousin I grant thee thy boon, with all my heart so let it be; Then come hither little John, said Robin Hood, come hither my Page unto me. Go and fetch my Bow- my longest long Bow, and broad Arrows one, two and three; For when 'tis fair weather we'l into Sherwood some merry pastime to see. When Robin Hood came into merry Sherwood he winded his Bugle so clear; And twice five and twenty good Yeoman and bold before Robin Hood did appear.
Where are your Companions all, said R.Hood, for still I want forty and three? Then said a bold Yeoman, lo yonder they stand, all under a Green-Wood Tree. As that word was spoken, Clorinda came by, the Queen of the Shepherds was she; And her Gown was of velvet as green as the grass and her buskins did reach to her knee. Her gate it was graceful, her body was straight, and her Countenance free from Pride; A Bow in her Hand, and Quiver of Arrows, hung dangling by her sweet side. Her Eye-brows were black, I and so was her hair, and her skin was as smooth as glass; Her Visage spoke Wisdom and Modesty too: setts with Robin Hood such a Lass. Said Robin Hood Lady fair whether away; Oh whether fair Lady away? And she made him answer, to kill a fat Buck, for to morrow is Tilbery-Day. Said Robin Hood, Lady fair, Wander with me, a little to yonder Green Bower: There sit down to rest you, and you shall be sure of a Brace or a Leafe in an hour. And as we ware going towards the green Bower, two hundred good Bucks we espy'd: She chose out the fattest that was in the Herd, and she shot him through side and side. By the faith of my body, said bold Robin Hood , I never saw woman like thee: And com'st thou from East, I, or comst thou from West, thou need'st not beg Venison of me. However a long to my Bower you shall go, and taste of a Forresters Meat, And when we came thither, we found as good chear, as any Man needs for to eat. For there was hot Venison, & Warden-pies cold, Cream clouted, with Honey-Combs plenty, And the Serviters they were beside Little John good Yeomen, at least four and twenty. Clorinda said, tell me your name gentle Sir? and he said 'tis bold Robin Hood , Squire Gamwells mine Uncle, but all my delight is to dwell in the merry Sherwood. For 'tis a fine Life, and 'tis void of all strife, so 'tis Sir, Ciorinda reply'd: But Oh said bold Robin how sweet wou'd it be, if Clorinda wou'd be my Bride. She blusht at the motion yet after a pause, said, Yes Sir, and withal my heart: Then let us send for a Priest, said Robin Hood, and be merry before we do part. But she said, it may not be so gentle Sir, for I must be at Titbury Feast: And if Robin Hood will go thither with me, I'le make him the most Welcome Guest. Said Robin Hood reach me that Buck little John for i'le go along with my Dear; Go bid my good Yeomen kill six brace of Bucks, and meet me to morrow just here. Before we had ridden five Staffordshire miles, six Yeomen that were too too bold:
Bid Robin Hood Stand and deliver his Buck, a truer Tale never was told. I will not, faith, said bold Robin, come John, stand to me and we'l beat 'um all; Then both drew their Swords and so cut 'um & slasht 'um, that five of the Six did fall. The three that remain'd call'd to Robin for quar,ter and pittiful John beg'd their Lives; When Johns boon was granted, he gave them good counsel, and so sent them home to their Wives. This battel was fought near to Titbery Town, when the Bagpipes baited the Bull: I am King of the Fidlers, and sware 'tis a truth, and I call him that doubts it a Gull. For I saw them Fighting, and Fiddl'd the while, and Clorinda sung, Hey derry down: The Bumpkins are beaten, put up thy Sword Rob. and now lets Dance into the Town. Before we came to it we heard a strange shouting and all that were in it lookt madly; For some ware a Bull-back, some dancing a Mor-ris, and some singing Arthur-a-Bradley. And there we see Thomas our Justices Clerk, and Mary to whom he was kind; For Tom rode before her and call'd Mary Madam, and kist her full sweetly behind. And so may your Worships, but we went to dinner with Thomas , and mary , and Nan . They all drank a health to Clorinda, and told her, bold Robin Hood was a fine Man. When Dinner was ended, Sir Roger the Parson of Dubbridge, was sent for in haste; He brought his Mass-Book, and he had them take hands and he joyn'd them in Marriage full fast. And then as bold Robin Hood and his sweet Bride went hand in hand to the green Bower; The Birds sung with pleasure in merry Sherwood and 'twas a most joyful hour. And when Robin came in the sight of his Bower, where are my Yeomen, said he, And little John answered, lo yonder they stand, all under a Green-wood Tree. Then a Garland they brought her by two & by two and plac'd them upon the Brides bed; The Musick struck up and we all fell to Dance, till the Bribe and the Groom were a bed. And what they did there must be counsel to me, because they lay long the next day: And I had hast home, but I got a good piece of the Bride-Cake, and so came away, Now, out alass, I had forgotten to tell ye, that married they were with a Ring: And so will Nan Knight, or be buried a maiden, and now let us pray for the King. That he may get Children and they may get more to Govern and do us some good: And then I'le make Ballads in R. Hoods bower, and sing 'um in merry Sherwood.
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