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When as the sheriff of Nottingham Was come with mickle grief, He talkd no good of Robin Hood, That strong and sturdy thief. Fal lal dal de So unto London-road he past, His losses to unfold To King Richard, who did regard The tale that he had told. "Why," quoth the king, "what shall I do? Art thou not sheriff for me? The law is in force, go take thy course, Of them that injure thee. "Go get thee gone, and by thyself Devise some tricking game For to enthral yon rebels all; Go take thy course with them." So away the sheriff he returnd, And by the way he thought Of the words of the king, and how the thing To pass might well be brought. For within his mind he imagined That when such matches were, Those outlaws stout, without doubt, Would be the bowmen there. So an arrow with a golden head And shaft of silver white, Who won the day should bear away, For his own proper right. Tidings came to brave Robin Hood, Under the green-wood tree. "Come prepare you then, my merry men, We'll go yon sport to see." With that stept forth a brave young man, David of Doncaster. "Master," he said, "be ruld by me, From the green-wood we'll not stir. "To tell the truth, I'm well informed Yon match is a wile; The sheriff, I wiss, devises this Us archers to beguile." "O thou smells of a coward," said Robin Hood, "Thy words does not please me; Come on't what will, I'll try my skill At yon brave archery." O then bespoke brave Little John: "Come, let us hither gang, Come listen to me, how it shall be That we need not be kend. "Our mantles, all of Lincoln green, Behind us we will leave; We'll dress us all so several They shall not us perceive. "One shall wear white, another red, One yellow, another blue; Thus in disguise, to the exercise, We'll gang, whateer ensue." Forth from the green wood they are gone, With hearts all firm and stout, Resolving with the sheriffs men To have a hearty bout. So themselves they mixed with the rest, To prevent all suspicion, For if they should together hold They thought no discretion. So the sheriff looking round about, Amongst eight hundred men, But could not see the sight that he Had long expected then. Some said, "If Robin Hood was here, And all his men to boot, Sure none of them could pass these men, So bravely they do shoot." "Ay," quoth the sheriff, and scratchd his head, "I thought he would have been here; I thought he would, but, tho he's bold, He durst not now appear." O that word grieved Robin Hood to the heart; He vexed in his blood; "Eer long," thought he, "thou shalt well see That here was Robin Hood." Some cried, "Blue jacket!" Another cried, "Brown!" And the third cried, "Brave Yellow!" But the fourth man said, "Yon man in red In this place has no fellow." For that was Robin Hood himself, For he was cloathd in red; At every shot the prize he got, For he was both sure and dead. So the arrow with the golden head And shaft of silver white Brave Robin Hood won, and bore with him For his own proper right. These outlaws there, that very day, To shun all kind of doubt, By three or four, no less no more, As they went in, came out. Until they all assembled were Under the green wood shade, Where they relate, in pleasant sport, What brave pastime they made. Says Robin Hood, "All my care is, How that yon sheriff may Know certainly that it was I That bore his arrow away." Says Little John, "My counsel good Did take effect before, So therefore now, if you'll allow, I will advise once more." "Speak on, speak on," said Robin Hood, "Thy wit's both quick and sound; I know no man amongst us can For wit like thee be found." "This I advise," said Little John; "That a letter shall be pend, And when it is done, to Nottingham You to the sheriff shall send." "That is well advised," said Robin Hood, "But how must it be sent?" "Pugh! when you please, it's done with ease, Master, be you content. "I'll stick it on my arrow's head, And shoot it into the town; The mark shall show where it must go, When ever it lights down." The project it was full performd; The sheriff that letter had; Which when he read, he scratchd his head, And rav'd like one that's mad. So we'll leave him chafing in his grease, Which will do him no good; Now, my friends, attend, and hear the end Of honest Robin Hood.

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