%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Renowned ROBIN HOOD; Or, / His Famous Archery truly related; with the Worthy Exploits he acted before Queen Katherine, / being an Out-law Man; and how he for the same obtained of the King, his own, and his Fellows Pardon. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/03/2018 35988

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2 To a New Tune [unknown] To a New Tune [?]me Tune [unknown] [?]me Tune GOld tane from the Kings Harbengers; / As seldom hath been seen, COme hither, Tepus, said the King, / Bow=bearer after me, down a down a down, down a down a down, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : Renowned ROBIN HOOD; Or, / His Famous Archery truly related; with the Worthy Exploits he acted before Queen Katherine, / being an Out-law Man; and how he for the same obtained of the King, his own, and his Fellows Pardon. Renowned ROBIN HOOD; Or, His Famous Archery truly related; with the Worthy Exploits he acted before Queen Katherine, being an Out-law Man; and how he for the same obtained of the King, his own, and his Fellows' Pardon. ?-?

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GOld tane from the Kings Harbengers, down a down a down, As seldom hath been seen, down a down a down, And carried by bold Robin Hood, for a present to the Queen; down a down a down. If that I live one year to an end, thus gan Queen Katherine say, Bold Robin Hood I will be thy friend; and all thy Yeomen gay. The Queen is to her Chamber gone, as fast as she can wen, She calls unto her lovely Page, his name was Richard Parington. Come hither to me my lovely Page, come thou hither to me, For thou must now to Nottingham, as fast as thou canst dree. And as thou goest to Nottingham, search all those English Woods, Enquire of one good Yeoman or another, that can tell thee of Robin Hood. Sometimes he went, sometimes he ran, as fast as he ever could wen, And when he came to Nottingham, there he took up his Inn. And when he came to Nottingham, and had took up his Inn, He calls for a bottle of Rhenish Wine, [and drinks a he]alth to his Queen. [There sat a Yeomen by his side, tell me sweet Page said he, What is thy business, or the cause, so far in North Country. This is my business, and the cause, sir, Ile tell it you for good.]
To enquire of one good Yeoman or another, to tell me of Robin Hood. I'le get my Horse betimes in the morn, by it be break of day, And I will shew thee bold Robin Hood, and all his Yeomen gay. When that he came to Robin Hoods place, he fell down on his knee, Queen Katherine she doth greet you well, she greets you well by me. She bids you post to fair London Court, not fearing anything, For there shall be little sport, and she hath sent you her Ring. Robin took his mantle from his back, it was of Lincoln green, And sent it by this lovely Page, for a present to the Queen. In summer time when Leaves grow green, it was a seemly sight to see, How Robin Hood himself had drest, and all his Yeomandree. He cloathed his Men in Lincoln green, and himself in Sc[a]rlet red, Black Hats, white Feathers, all alike, now bold Robin is Rid. And when he came to Londons Court, he fell down on his Knee. Thou art welcome Locksly, said the Queen, and all thy Yeomandree. The King is gone to Finsbury Field, down a down a down, [Marching in battle ray, down a down a down. And after follows bold Robin Hood and all his Yeomen gay. down a down a down.]
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COme hither, Tepus, said the King, down a down a down; Bow-bearer after me, down a down a down, Come measure me out with this Line, how long our Mark shall be, down a down a down. What is the Wager, saith the Queen? that must I now know here, Three hundred Tun of Rhenish Wine, three hundred Tun of Beer. Three hundred of the fastest Harts, that run on Dallom Lee, That's a Princely Wager, said the King, that needs must I tell to thee. With that bespoke one Clifton then, full quickly and full soon; Measure no Mark for us, most Soveraign Liege, we'll shoot at Sun and Moon. Full Fifteen-Score your mark shall be, full fifteen score shall stand; I'll lay my bow, said Clifton then, I'll cleave the Willow wand. With that the Kings Archers lead about, till it was three and none; With that the Ladies began to shout, Madam, your Game is gone. A boon, a boon, Queen Katherine cries, I crave on my bare Knee; Is there e're a Knight of your Privy Counsel, of Queen Katherines side will be? Come hither to me, Sir Richard Lee, thou art a Knight full good; For I do know by thy Pedigree, thou sprang'st from Gowers blood. Come hither to me thou Bishop of Herefordshire for a noble Priest was he; By my silver Myter, said the Bishop then, I'll ner bett one penny. The King hath Archers of his own, full ready and full light, And these be strangers every one, no Man knows what they height. What wilt thou bett, said Robin Hood, thou see'st our Game the worse; By my silver Myter, said the Bishop then, all the money within my Purse. What [wilt thou bet said Robin Hood thou seest our Games the worse, By my silver Miter, said the Bishop then all the Money within my purse. What is in thy purse, said Robin Hood, throw it down on the ground, Fifteen score Nobles, said the Bishop then its near an hundred pound. Robin Hood took his bag from his side and threw it down on the ground.
Will Scadlock went smiling away, I know who this money must win. With that the Kings Archers led about, while it was three and three; With that the Ladies gave a shout, Woodcock beware thy knee. It is three and three, now said the King, the next three pays for all; Rob. Hood went and wispered to the Queen, the Kings part shall be but small. Robin Hood he led about, he shot it underhand; And Clifton with a bearing Arrow, he clave the Willow-Wand. And little Midge the Millers Son, he shot not much the worse; He shot within a finger of the Prick, now Bishop beware thy Purse. A boon, a boon, Queen Katherine cries, I crave on my bare Knee, That you would angry be with none, that is of my party. They shall have forty days to come, and forty days to go; And three times forty to sport and play; thus welcome every one. Thou art welcome Robin Hood, said the Queen, and so is little John, So is Midge the Millers Son, thrice welcome every one. Is this Robin Hood? the King said now, for it was told to me, That he was slain in the Pallace-Gate, so far in the North Countrey. Is this Robin Hood, quoth the Bishop then, as I see well to be; Had I known it had been that bold Outlaw, I would not a bett one penny. He took me late one Saturday night, and bound me fast to a tree, And made me sing a Mass, God wot, to him and his Yeomandree. What and if I did, then says Robin Hood, of that Mass I was full fain; For recompence to thee, he says, here's half thy Gold ag[ain.] Now nay, now nay, [says little John, down a down a down. Master that may not be, down a down a down. We must give gifts to the Kings Officers that Gold will serve thee and me. down a down a down.]
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