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English and Scottish Ballads Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the English and Scottish Ballads novel. A total of 329 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : English and Scottish Ballads.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.These volumes have been compile
English and Scottish Ballads.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.These volumes have been compiled from the numerous collections of Ballads printed since the beginning of the last century. They contain all but two or three of the _ancient_ ballads of England and S
- 101 "Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles?Or be you not within?Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles, 15 Arise and let me inn.""O I am waking, sweete," he said, "Sweete ladye, what is your will?""I have onbethought me of a
- 102 And they cast kevils them amang, And kevils them between; 10 And they cast kevils them amang, Wha suld gae kill the king.O some said yea, and some said nay, Their words did not agree; Till up and got him, Fause Foodrage, 15 And swore it suld be he.When be
- 103 "Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.-- Lay about, steer about, lay our s.h.i.+p cannie, 21 Do all you can to save my dear Annie.""I've laid about, steer'd about, laid about cannie, But all I can do, she winna sail for me.Ye
- 104 By Arthur's dale as late I went, I heard a heavy moan; I heard a lady lamenting sair.And ay she cried "ohon!""Ohon, alas! what shall I do, 5 Tormented night and day?I never loved a love but ane, And now he's gone away."But I
- 105 Some of Scott's verses are also found in Herd's fragment, (_Scottish Songs_, i. 202,) and Buchan's _Haughs o' Yarrow_, ii. 211. _The Dowy Den_, in Evans's collection, iii. 342, is the _caput mortuum_ of this spirited ballad.Late a
- 106 For he has kill'd a gallant squire, Whase friends are out to tak him.Now he has gane to the house o' Mar, 5 Whar nane might seik to find him; To see his dear he did repair, Weining she wold befreind him."Whar are ye gaing Sir James," s
- 107 He look'd atween him and the sun, And a' to see what there might be, 80 Till he spied a man in armour bright, Was riding that way most hastilie."O wha is yon, that came this way, Sae hastilie that hither came?I think it be my brother dear,
- 108 YOUNG WATERS.First published on an octavo sheet, by Lady Jean Home, about the middle of the last century, and from this copy reprinted in Percy's _Reliques_, (ii. 227.) Buchan has a version (i. 15) twenty-five stanzas longer than the present, which i
- 109 "He winna still, lady, Till ye come down yoursel." 60 O the firsten step she steppit, She steppit on a stane; But the neisten step she steppit, She met him, Lamkin."O mercy, mercy, Lamkin! 65 Ha'e mercy upon me!Though you've ta�
- 110 Then he cut aff her head Fra her lily breast bane, And he hung 't up in the kitchen, It made a' the ha' s.h.i.+ne. 90 The lord sat in England A-drinking the wine: "I wish a' may be weel Wi' my lady at hame; For the rings o�
- 111 Scott's edition of _Mary Hamilton_, (the first ever published,) was made up by him, from various copies. See _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 294.Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane, Wi' ribbons in her hair; The King thought mair o&#
- 112 Queen Mary came tripping down the stair, Wi' the gold strings in her hair: "O whare's the little babie," she says, "That I heard greet sae sair?""O hald your tongue, Queen Mary, my dame, 25 Let all those words go free; I
- 113 Yet one of them more hard of heart, Did vowe to do his charge, Because the wretch, that hired him, 95 Had paid him very large.The other won't agree thereto, So here they fall to strife; With one another they did fight, About the childrens life: 100 A
- 114 She's laid him on a dressin board, Whar she did often dine; 30 She stack a penknife to his heart, And dress'd him like a swine.She row'd him in a cake of lead, Bade him ly still and sleep, She threw him i' the Jew's draw-well, 35
- 115 _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, i. 299.In singing, the interjection O is added to the second and fourth lines.The king sits in Dunfermline town, Drinking the blude-red wine: "O whare will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new s.h.i.+p of mine?
- 116 "You have a daughter," sayd Adler yonge, "Men call her bright and sheene; My brother wold marrye her to his wiffe, Of Englande to be queene.""Yesterdaye was att my dere daughter 45 The king his sonne of Spayn; And then she nicked
- 117 He strucke upon his harpe agayne, And playd both fayre and free; The ladye was so pleasde theratt, 235 She laught loud laughters three."Nowe sell me thy harpe," sayd the kyng of Spayne, "Thy harpe and stryngs eche one, And as many gold n.o.
- 118 The Eldridge knighte, he p.r.i.c.ked his steed; Syr Cauline bold abode: Then either shooke his trustye speare, 100 And the timber these two children bare Soe soone in sunder slode.Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes, And layden on full faste, Till
- 119 The king he turned him round aboute, And in his heart was woe: 100 "Is there never a knighte of my round table This matter will undergoe?"Is there never a knighte amongst yee all Will fight for my daughter and mee?Whoever will fight yon grimme S
- 120 "You're welcome to your house, Lord Thomas; You're welcome to your land; You're welcome, with your fair ladye, That you lead by the hand. 50 "You're welcome to your ha's, ladye, Your welcome to your bowers; You're w
- 121 Out and spak the brisk young bride, In bride-bed where she lay,-- "I think I hear my sister Annie, And I wish weel it may; For a Scotish lord staw her awa, 105 And an ill death may he die.""Wha was your father, my girl," she says, &quo
- 122 Up then rose the faire Ellen, And gave his steede corne and hay; And soe shee did the good black oates, To carry him the better awaye.She leaned her back to the manger side, 145 And grievouslye did groane; She leaned her back to the manger side, And there
- 123 He strack the door hard wi' his foot, 125 Sae has he wi' his knee, And iron locks and iron bars Into the floor flung he: "Be not afraid, Burd Ellen," he says, "There's nane come in but me. 130 "Tak up, tak up my bonny yo
- 124 Nowe daye was gone, and night was come, And all were fast asleepe, All save the ladye Emmeline, 55 Who sate in her bowre to weepe: And soone shee heard her true loves voice Lowe whispering at the walle: "Awake, awake, my deare ladye, Tis I, thy true
- 125 Gunnild her name; and he gave her To him who with love had asked for her,-- The n.o.ble Emperor Henry.She remained not long with him, Because by felons, who had no reason To blame her calumniously, She was charged with shame: To the Emperor was she accuse
- 126 All woe-begone was that faire damselle, And the salt teares fell from her eye; When lo! as she rode by a rivers side, She met with a tinye boye. 120 A tinye boy she mette, G.o.d wot, All clad in mantle of golde; He seemed noe more in mans likenesse, Then
- 127 In anger he went to the Queen, Who fell upon her knee; He said, "You false, unchaste woman, What's this you've done to me?"The Queen then turn'd herself about, 65 The tear blinded her ee-- "There's not a knight in a'
- 128 But when they came unto the place, Where marriage-rites were done, 90 She proved herself a dukes daughter, And he but a squires sonne."Now marrye me, or not, sir knight, Your pleasure shall be free: If you make me ladye of one good towne, 95 Ile make
- 129 "How she would stap you in her poke, I wot at that she wadna fail; 170 And boil ye in her auld bra.s.s pan, And of ye mak right gude kail."And she would meal you with millering That she gathers at the mill, And mak you thick as any daigh; 175 An
- 130 "But, for your honest asking else, 85 Weel granted it shall be."-- "Then, gin I die in Southern land, In Scotland gar bury me."And the first kirk that ye come to, Ye's gar the ma.s.s be sung; 90 And the next kirk that ye come to, Ye's gar the bells
- 131 "She sends you the rings from her fingers, The garlands from her hair; She sends you the heart within her breast: And what would you have mair?And at the fourth kirk of fair Scotland, 95 She bids you meet her there.""Come hither, all my merry young men
- 132 "They booted him and spurred him, As he'd been gaun to ride; 130 A hunting horn tied round his neck, A sharp sword by his side."The deepest pot o' Clyde's water, There they flang him in, Laid a turf on his breast bane, 135 To had young Hunting down.
- 133 Says, "Strike the blow, ye headsman, boy, And that right speedilie; 150 It's never be said here gaes a knight, Was ance condemn'd to die."The head was ta'en frae young Waters, And mony tears for him shed; But mair did mourn for fair Margaret, 155 As
- 134 From Richardson's _Borderer's Table-Book_, viii. 410.The lord said to his ladie, As he mounted his horse, "Beware of Long Lonkin That lies in the moss."The lord said to his ladie, 5 As he rode away, "Beware of Long Lonkin That lies in the clay.""Wh
- 135 In it came her mother dear, 65 I wyte a sorry woman was she; "I wou'd gie my white monie and gowd, O bonny Jean, to borrow thee.""Borrow me mother, borrow me,-- O borrow'd shall I never be; 70 For I gart kill my ain gude lord, And life's now nae ple
- 136 "I'm not deceived," Queen Marie said, "No, no, indeed, not I! 10 So Marie mild, where is the child?For sure I heard it cry."She turned down the blankets fine, Likewise the Holland sheet, And underneath, there strangled lay 15 A lovely baby sweet."O
- 137 Yes, mother dear, I am here, I know I have staid very long; But a little penknife was stuck in my heart, Till the stream ran down full strong.And mother dear, when you go home, 45 Tell my playfellows all, That I lost my life by leaving them When playing t
- 138 Her gowns seem'd like green, like green, Her kirtle o' the pa'; A siller wand intill her hand, She marshall'd ower them a'.She gae every knight a lady bright, 35 And every squire a may; Her own sell chose him, Livingston, They were a comely tway.Then
- 139 JOHN THOMSON AND THE TURK.From Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, Appendix, p. ix. The same in Buchan's collection, ii. 159.John Thomson fought against the Turks Three years, intill a far countrie; And all that time, and something mair, Was absent from his gay
- 140 "It had been gude for my wife, father, To me she'd born a son; He would have got my land an' rents, 35 Where they lie out an' in."It had been gude for my wife, father, To me she'd born an heir; He would have got my land an' rents, Where they lie fi
- 141 "This ballad is given from an old black-letter copy in the Pepys Collection, collated with another in the British Museum, H. 263, folio.It is there ent.i.tled, _The Lady Isabella's Tragedy, or the Step-Mother's Cruelty; being a relation of a lamentable
- 142 "O hold thy hand, thou savage moor, 105 To hurt her do forbear, Or else be sure, if I do live, Wild horses shall thee tear."With that the rogue ran to the wall, He having had his will, 110 And brought one child under his arm, His dearest blood to spill.
- 143 SKI[OE]N ANNA; FAIR ANNIE, See p. 191.Translated in Jamieson's _Popular Ballads_, ii. 103, from Syv's _Kj[oe]mpe Viser_. See another copy in Nyerup's _Danske Viser_, iv. 59.The reivers they wad a stealing gang, To steal sae far frae hame; And stown ha
- 144 And gladness through the palace spread, Wi' mickle game and glee; And blythe were a' for fair Annie, Her bridal day to see. 180 And now untill her father's land This young bride she is gane; And her sister Annie's youngest son She hame wi' her has ta
- 145 Whan she cam to the king's court, She rappit wi' a ring; Sae ready was the king himsel'To lat the lady in."Gude day, gude day, my liege the king, 55 Gude day, gude day, to thee;""Gude day," quo' he, "my lady fair, What is't ye want wi' me?""T
- 146 English and Scottish Ballads.Volume IV.by Various.YOUNG BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE.An inspection of the first hundred lines of Robert of Gloucester's _Life and Martyrdom of Thomas Beket_, (edited for the Percy Society by W. H. Black, vol. xix,) will leave no
- 147 HYND HORN.Those metrical romances, which in the chivalrous ages, const.i.tuted the most refined pastime of a rude n.o.bility, are known in many cases to have been adapted for the entertainment of humbler hearers, by abridgment in the form of ballads. Such
- 148 From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 268."Hynd Horn fair, and Hynd Horn free, O where were you born, in what countrie?""In gude greenwood, there I was born, And all my forbears me beforn."O seven years I served the king, 5 And as for w
- 149 CATHERINE JOHNSTONE.Obtained from recitation, in the West of Scotland. Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 225.There was a la.s.s, as I heard say, Liv'd low doun in a glen; Her name was Catherine Johnstone, Weel known to many men.Doun came the laird o' Lamin
- 150 The boy he ran o'er muir and dale, As fast as he could flee; 90 And e'er the sun was twa hours hight, The boy was at Dundee.Whan Johnie lookit the letter on, A hearty laugh leuch he; But ere he read it till an end, 95 The tear blinded his e'e."O wha i
- 151 JOHNIE SCOT.The edition of this ballad here printed was prepared by Motherwell from three copies obtained from recitation, (_Minstrelsy_, p. 204.) Other versions have been published in Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 78, Buchan's _Ballads of th
- 152 He's ta'en his true love by the hand, 175 He led her up the plain: "Have you any more of your English dogs You want for to have slain?"He put a little horn to his mouth, He blew 't baith loud and s.h.i.+ll; 180 And honour is into Scotland gone, In sp
- 153 Then out spak Lizie Lindsay, The tear blindit her eye; "The ladies o' Edinburgh city They neither milk gaits nor kye." 70 Then up spak young Sir Donald, * * * * * *"For I am the laird o' Kincawsyn, And you are the lady free; And * * * * *LIZZIE LINDS
- 154 GLASGOW PEGGY.From recitation, in Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 174.Other copies are printed in Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 155, (_Donald of the Isles_,) Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 40, (and Chambers's _Popular Rhymes_,
- 155 "Why weep ye by the tide, lady? 25 Why weep ye by the tide?How blythe and happy might he be Gets you to be his bride!Gets you to be his bride, fair maid, And him I'll no bemean; 30 But when I take my words again, Whom call ye Hazelgreen?"What like a ma
- 156 The gard'ner stands in his bouer door, Wi' a primrose in his hand, And bye there cam a leal maiden, As jimp as a willow wand; And bye there cam a leal maiden, As jimp as a willow wand."O ladie can ye fancy me, 5 For to be my bride; Ye'se get a' the f
- 157 "Ye've done no wrong, my bonny boy, 65 Ye've done no wrong, my caddie;"Wi' hat in hand he bowed low, Gave the letter to the rantin' laddie.When young Aboyne looked the letter on, O but he blinkit bonny; 70 But ere he read four lines on end, The tear
- 158 "Then hoist up your sails, brave captain, Let's be jovial and free; I'll to Northumberland, and heir my estate, Then my dear Jeany I'll see."He soon came to Castle-Gordon, 105 And down upon the green; The porter gave out with a loud shout, "Here com
- 159 "I'll go to bed to my Johnie Faw, I'll go to bed to my dearie; 30 For I vow and I swear by the fan in my hand, That my lord shall nae mair come near me."I'll mak a hap to my Johnie Faw, I'll mak a hap to my dearie; And he's get a' the coat gaes ro
- 160 _Balow, my boy, &c._ I was too cred'lous at the first, 30 To yield thee all a maiden durst; Thou swore for ever true to prove, Thy faith unchang'd, unchang'd thy love; But quick as thought the change is wrought, Thy love's no mair, thy promise nought.
- 161 But had I wist, before I kiss'd, That love had been sae ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold, 35 And pin'd it with a silver pin.Oh, oh, if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee, And I my sell were dead and gane!For a mai
- 162 We owe the preservation of this beautiful old ballad to _Arnold's Chronicle_, of which the earliest edition is thought to have been printed in 1502. In Laneham's account of Elizabeth's visit to Kenilworth, the _Nut-brown Maid_ is mentioned as a book by
- 163 9, to.28, they.30, Soe.35, cause.50. Wherfore.v. 98, Whan.v. 152, Shul.200, bed, Wright.v. 230, That, womanhod.238, c.u.m.v. 253, yet is.v. 310, Of them I wolde be one. Percy MS.THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON.From _Reliques of Ancient English Poetry
- 164 "If that thou wilt marry with me," quoth the knight, "I'll make thee a lady with joy and delight; 50 My heart is enthralled in thy fair beauty, Then grant me thy favour, my pretty Bessee."The gentleman said, "Come marry with me, In silks and in velv
- 165 _"When first our king his fame did advance, And sought his t.i.tle in delicate France, In many places great perils past he, But then was not born my pretty Bessee._ _"And at those wars went over to fight, 85 Many a brave duke, a lord, and a knight, And
- 166 "If this be true thou tell'st to me I'll make thee lord of high degree; But if thy words do prove a lie, Thou shall be hang'd up presently." 100 But when the king the truth had found, His joys did more and more abound: According as the old man did sa
- 167 Gentle heardsman, tell to me, Of curtesy I thee pray, Unto the towne of Walsingham Which is the right and ready way."Unto the towne of Walsingham 5 The way is hard for to be gon; And verry crooked are those pathes For you to find out all alone."Weere th
- 168 Thus, the 13th verse is partly quoted in _Romeo and Juliet_, A. ii.sc. 1: "Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid."Again in _Love's Labour's Lost_, (printed in 1598,) A. i. sc. 2._Arm._ Is there not a ballad,
- 169 "Well in worth I could endure extremity, 65 For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee.""Courteous lady, be contented; Here comes all that breeds the strife; I in England have already A sweet woman to my wife: 70 I will not falsifie my vow for
- 170 The princess, armed by him, And by true desire, Wandering all that night, Without dread at all, Still unknown, she past 45 In her strange attire, Coming at the last Within echo's call."You fair woods," quoth she, "Honoured may you be, 50 Harbouring my
- 171 The harlot, all this s.p.a.ce, Did him oft embrace; 110 She flatters him, and thus doth say: "For thee Ile dye and live, For thee my faith Ile give, No wo shall work my love's decay; Thou shalt be my treasure, 115 Thou shalt be my pleasure, Thou shalt b
- 172 "I cannot against her unkindly exclaim, _O willow, &c._ Cause once well I loved her, and honoured her name._O willow, &c._ 40 _Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland._ "The name of her sounded so sweete in mine eare, _O willow, &c._ It rays'd my
- 173 Robene answerit her agane: 25 "I wait nocht quhat is luve, Bot I haif mervell in certaine, Quhat makis the this wanrufe; The weddir is fair, and I am fane, My scheip gois haill aboif, 30 And we wald play us in this plane, They wald us bayth reproif.""R
- 174 His hall was hung wi' silk and satin, His table rung wi' mirth and glee; He soon forgot the lady fair, That lows'd him out o' slaverie. 100 Lord Beichan courted a lady gay, To heir wi' him his lands sae free, Ne'er thinking that a lady fair Was on h
- 175 YOUNG CHILD DYRING. See p. 29.Translated from the _Kj[oe]mpeviser_, in _Ill.u.s.trations of Northern Antiquities_, p. 335.It was the young Child Dyring, Wi' his mither rede did he: "I will me out ride Sir Magnus's bride to see."_His leave the page tak
- 176 "The hielands 'll be for thee, my dear, The hielands will be for thee; To the l.u.s.ty Laird o' Linlyon 15 A-married ye shall be."When they cam to Linlyon's yetts, And licht.i.t on the green, Every ane spak Ea.r.s.e to her,-- The tears cam trickling
- 177 "Now whar's the lady?" says Jock o' Noth, "Sae fain I would her see;""She's lock'd up in her ain chamber, The king he keeps the key."So they hae gane before the king, 145 With courage bauld and free; Their armour bright cast sic a light, That al
- 178 There dwall my min and daddie O; And sweet Countess, I'm nothing less Than King o' the Gipsy laddies O." 40 She pull'd off her high heel'd shoes,-- They were made of Spanish leather O,-- She put on her Highland brogues, To follow the Gipsy laddie O.A
- 179 Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 131.The Provost's dochter went out a walking, _A may's love whiles is easie won_; She heard a puir prisoner making his meane, And she was the fair flow'r o' Northumberland."Gif onie ladie wad borrow me 5 Out
- 180 CHIL ETHER.From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 228.Chil Ether and Lady Maisry Were baith born at ae birth; They lov'd each other tenderlie, Boon every thing on earth."They ley likes na the summer shower, 5 Nor girse the mornin' dew,
- 181 "What aileth you, my daughter, Janet, You look sae pale and wan? 10 There is a dreder in your heart, Or else ye love a man.""There is no dreder in my heart, Nor do I love a man; But it is for your long byding 15 Into the land of Spain.""Ye'll cast a
- 182 Alas! the lady her fondness must leave, 45 And all her foolish wooing lay aside; The time is come her friends have appointed, That she must be Lord Phenix bride.With that the lady began to weep; She knew not well then what to say, 50 How she might Lord Ph
- 183 When Tom Pots came home again, 225 To try for his love he had but a week; For sorrow, G.o.d wot, he need not care, For four days that he fel sick.With that his master to him came, Says, "Pray thee, Tom Pots, tell me if thou doubt Whether thou hast gotten
- 184 329, _i. e._ he made use of a charm for that purpose.THE MERCHANT'S DAUGHTER OF BRISTOW.From Collier's _Book of Roxburghe Ballads_, p. 104."This narrative ballad, which is full of graceful but unadorned simplicity, is mentioned in Fletcher's _Monsieur
- 185 Shee walkes under the prison walls, Where her true love doth lye and languish in distresse; Most wofully for foode he calls, When hunger did his heart oppresse. 160 He sighs and sobs and makes great moane: "Farewell," hee said, "sweete England, now for
- 186 English and Scottish Ballads.Volume V.by Francis James Child.BOOK V.ROBIN HOOD.There is no one of the royal heroes of England that enjoys a more enviable reputation than the bold outlaw of Barnsdale and Sherwood.His chance for a substantial immortality is
- 187 "Off alle my mery men," seid Robyne, 35 "Be my feithe I wil non haue; But Litulle Johne shall beyre my bow Til that me list to drawe."Thou shalle beyre thin own," seid Litulle Jon,[L39]"Maister, and I wil beyre myne, 40 And we wille shete a peny,"
- 188 "G.o.d yow saue, my lege kyng,"To speke Johne was fulle bolde; 215 He gaf hym the letturs in his hond, The kyng did hit unfold.The kyng red the letturs anon, And seid, "so mot I the, Ther was neuer zoman in mery Inglond 220 I longut so sore to see."Wh
- 189 ROBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER.From Ritson's _Robin Hood_, i. 81. "This curious, and hitherto unpublished, and even unheard of old piece," remarks that editor, "is given from a ma.n.u.script among Bishop More's collections, in the Public Library of the Un
- 190 67, a caward.69, A.76, seyde hels.77, went yemen.78, thes.MS. 90, yemerey.97, grat.100, yede.109-112. These lines stand in the MS. in the order 3, 2, 1, 4.113-116. This stanza is wrongly placed in the MS. after v. 96. It should he either in the place wher
- 191 "Her het ys merey to be," seyde Roben,[L251]"For a man that had hawt to spende; Be mey horne we schall awet Yeff Roben Hode be ner hande."[L254]Roben set hes horne to hes mowthe,[L255] 255 And blow a blast that was foll G.o.d, That herde hes men that
- 192 Come, all you brave gallants, and listen awhile, _With hey down, down, an a down_, That are in the bowers within; For of Robin Hood, that archer good, A song I intend for to sing.Upon a time it chanced so, 5 Bold Robin in forrest did 'spy A jolly butcher
- 193 A good bowe in his hond, A brod arewe therine, And fowre and xx goode arwys Trusyd in a thrumme. 40 "Be war the, war the, Gandeleyn, Herof thu xalt han summe: "Be war the, war the, Gandeleyn, Herof thu gyst plente.""Euere on for an other," seyde Gand
- 194 Hys hode hangynge over hys eyen two, He rode in symple aray; 90 A soryer man than he was one Rode never in somers-day.Lytell Johan was curteyse, And set hym on his kne: "Welcome be ye, gentyll knyght, 95 Welcome are you to me."Welcome be thou to grene w
- 195 "Nay, by hym that me made, And shope both sonne and mone; Fynde a better borowe," sayd Robyn, 255 "Or mony getest thou none.""I have none other," sayd the knyght, "The sothe for to say, But yf it be our dere lady, She fayled me never or this day."
- 196 "And to the abbot of that place Foure hondred pounde I must pay; And but I be there upon this nyght 15 My londe is lost for ay."The abbot sayd to his covent, There he stode on grounde, "This day twelfe moneth came there a knyght And borowed foure hondr
- 197 "Be mery, dame," sayd the knyght, "And praye for Robyn Hode, "That ever his soule be in blysse; 185 He holpe me out of my tene; Ne had not be his kyndenesse, Beggers had we ben."The abbot and I acordyd ben, He is served of his pay, 190 The good yeman
- 198 The butler was full uncurteys, There he stode on flore; He sterte to the b.u.t.tery, And shet fast the dore.Lytell Johan gave the buteler such a rap, 65 His backe yede nygh on two; Tho he lyved an hundreth wynter, The wors he sholde go.He sp.o.r.ned the d
- 199 6, shote, W.10, he sleste, W.19, thou wast, C. wast thou, Wh.20, wane, Ch. & M. wan, R.41. He, Ritson. Ge. W. f. G.o.d.70, Ch. & M. open.121, hyed, C.150, whyle, W.163, syght, W. sightes, C.183, wo the worth, W.232, ye, Ch. & M. the, R.241, have, R. hathe
- 200 "And she was a borowe," sayd Robyn, "Betwene a knyght and me, 130 Of a lytell money that I hym lent, Under the grene wode tree."And yf thou hast that sylver ibroughte, I pray the let me se; And I shall helpe the eftsones, 135 Yf thou have nede of me.