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RObin Hood he was a tall Young man, derry derry down, And fifteen winters old, And Robin Hood he was a proper young man Of courage stout and bold: hey down derry derry down, Robin Hood he would unto Nottingham, derry, derry down, With the General for to Dine, There was he aware of fifteen Forresters And a drinking beer ale ale, and wine, hey down derry derry down. What news, what news, said bold Robin Hood d[e]rry, derry down. What news fain wouldst thou know? Our King hath provided a shooting match. And Im ready with my bow, hey down derry derry down.
We hold it in scorn said the fifteen Forrester derry, derry down, That ever a boy so young, Should bear a bow before our King, Thats not able to draw one string: hey down derry derry down. Ill hold you twenty marks, said bold Robin Hood derry, derry down, By the leave of our Lady, That Ill hit the mark an hundred rod, And Ill cause one hart to dye: hey down derry derry down. Well hold you twenty marks, then said the Forresters, derry, derry down. By the leave of our Lady, Thou hitst not the mark of an hundred rod, Nor causest one hart to d[i]e; hey down derry derry down.
Robin Hood he bent his noble bow, derry, derry down. And a broad arrow he let fly: He hit the mark an hundred rod, And he caused one hart to dye, hey down derry derry down. Some said he broke ribs one or two, derry, derry down, And some said he broke three; The arrow in the hart would not abide, But it glanced in two or three: hey down derry derry down. The hart did skip and the hart did leap, derry, derry down, And the hart lay on the ground, The wager is mine said bold Robin Hood, If it were for a thousand pound: hey down derry derry down. The wagers none of thine, then said the Forresters, derry, derry down, Although thou best in haste? Take up thy bow and get thee hence, Least we thy sides do baste: hey down derry derry down. Robin Hood he took up his noble bow, derry, derry down, And his broad arrows amain, And Robin he laughd and began to smile, As he went ore the plain: hey down derry derry down. Then Robin Hood he bent up his noble bow, derry, derry down, And his broad arrows he let flye, Till fourteen of these fifteen Forresters, Upon the ground did lye: hey down derry derry down.
He that this Quarrel first began, derry, derry down, Went tripping over the plain, But Robin Hood he bent his noble bow, And he fetcht him back-again, hey down derry derry down. You said I was no Archer, said Robin Hood, derry, derry down, But say so now again: With that he sent another arrow, Which split his head in twain: hey down derry derry down. You have found me an Archer said Robin Hood, derry, derry down, Which will make your wives to wring, And wish that you neer had spoke the word That I could not draw one string: hey down derry derry down. The People that lived in fair Nottingham, derry, derry down, Came running out amain, Supposing to have take bold Robin Hood, With the Forresters that were slain; hey down derry derry down. Some lost legs, and some lost arms, hey down derry derry down. And some did lose their blood; But Robin Hood he took up his noble bow, And is gone to the merry green wood: hey down derry derry down. They carryd these Forresters to fair Notting-ham derry derry down, As many their did know, hey down derry derry down. They digd them graves in their Church-yards And buried them all on a row: heyt down derry derry down.
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