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R215968 1 a new Northern Tune UNKNOWN A New Northern Tune IN Summer time when leaves grow green, / and flowers are fresh and gay Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 16 3: 17 The Famous Battle between Robin Hood, and the / Curtal Fryer. 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright

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IN Summer time when leaves grow green, and flowers are fresh and gay Robin Hood and his merry men, were disposed to play. Then some would leap and some would run, and would use Artillery, Which of you can a good Bow draw, a good Archer to be. Which of you can kill a Buck, or who can kill a Doe? Or who can kill a Hart of Greece five hundred foot him fro. Will Scadlock he kild a Buck and Midas he kild a Doe, And little John kild a Hart of Greece, five hundred foot him fro. Gods blessing on thy heart said Robin Hood that shot such a shoot to me, I would ride my horse a hundred miles to find one could match thee, That caused Will Scadlock to laugh, he laught full heartily, there lives a curtal Fryer in fountains abby will beat both him and thee. That Curtal Fryer in Fountains abby well can a strong Bow draw, He will beat you and your yeomen, set them all on a row.
Robin Hood took a solemn Oath, it was by Mary free, That he would neither eat nor drink till the Fryer he did see. Robin Hood put on his Harness good, and on his head a Cap of Steel; Broad sword and Buckler by his side, and they became him weel. He took his Bow into his hand, it was made of a trusty tree, With a Sheaf of arrows at his Belt to the Fountains Dale went he. And coming unto Fountains Dale no farther would he ride, There was he ware of a Curtal Fryer walking by the water side. The Fryer had on a Harness good, and on his head a cap of steel, Broad Sword and Buckler by his side, and they became him weel. Robin Hood lighted off his horse, and tyed him to a thorn. Carry me over the water thou Curtal Fryer, or else thy lifes forlorn. The Fryer took Robin Hood on his back deep water he did bestride, And spake neither good word nor bad, till he came at the other side.
LIghtly stepd Robin Hood off the Fryers back, the Fryer said to him again, Carry me over this water thou fine fellow or it shall breed thy pain. Robin Hood took the Fryer on his back deep water he did bestride. And spake neither good word nor bad till he came at the other side. Lightly leapt the fryer off Robin Hoods back Robin Hood said to him again, Carry me over this water thou Curtal Fryer or it shall breed thy pain. The Fryer took Robin Hood ons back again and stept up to the knee, Till he came at the middle stream, neither good nor bad spake he. And coming to the middle stream, there he threw Robin in, And chuse thee, chuse thee fine fellow whether thou wilt sink or swim. Robin Hood swam to a bush of Broom, the Fryer to a wigger wand, Bold Robin Hood is gone to the shore, and took his Bow in hand. One of his best Arrows under his Belt to the Fryer he let fly, The Curtle Fryer with his steel Buckler he put that arrow by. Shoot on, shoot on thou fine fellow, shoot as thou hast begun, If thou shoot here a Summers day thy mark I will not shun. Robin Hood shot so passing well till all his arrows were gone, They took their Swords an Steel Bucklers, they fought with might and main. From ten oth clock that day till four ith afternoon, Then Robin Hood came to Knees of Fryer to beg a boon. A boon, a boon thou Curtal Fryer, I beg it on my Knee, Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth, and to blow blasts three. That will I do said the Curtal Fryer, of thy blasts I have no doubt, I hope thoult blow so passing well, till both thy eyes fall out. Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth, he blew but blasts three, Half a hundred Yeomen with Bows bent came ranging over the Lee. Whose men are these said the Fryer that come so hastily,
These are mine, said Robin Hood, Fryer what is that to thee. A boon, a boon, said the Curtal Fryer the like I gave to thee: Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth and to whute whutes three. That will I do, said Robin Hood or else I were to blame Three whutes in a Fryer fist would make me glad and fain. The Fryer set his fist to his mouth, and whuted whutes three, Half a hundred good Bay-dogs, came running the Fryer unto. Here is for every man a Dog, and I my self for thee, Nay by my faith, quoth Robin Hood, Fryer that may not be. Two Dogs at once to Robin Hood did go, the one behind the other before, Robin Hoods mantle of Lincoln green off from his back they tore. And whether his men shot East or West or they shot North or South, The Curtle Dogs so taught they were, they caught the arrows in their mouth. Take up thy Dogs said little John, Fryer at my bidding be, Whose man art thou, said the Curtal Fryer comes here to prate with me. I am little John, Robin Hoods man Fryer I will not lye, If thou take not up thy Dogs soon Ile take up them and thee. Little John had a Bow in his hand he shot with might and main Soon half a score of the Fryers Dogs, lay dead upon the plain. Hold thy hand good fellow, said the Curtal Fryer, thy Master and I will agree: And we will have new orders taken with all the hast that may be. If thou wilt forsake fair Fountain Dale, and Fountain Abby free, Every Sunday through the year, a Noble shall be thy fee. And every Holly-day through the Year changed shall thy Garments be, If thou wilt go to fair Nottingham, and there remain with me. This Curtal Frier had kept Fountain Dale, seven long years and more, There was neither Knight Lord nor Earl, could make him yield before.
London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.