English and Scottish Ballads Volume V Part 7

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, with a bonny fine mare, With his flesh to the market did hye.

"Good morrow, good fellow," said jolly Robin, "What food hast [thou]? tell unto me; 10 Thy trade to me tell, and where thou dost dwell, For I like well thy company."

The butcher he answer'd jolly Robin, "No matter where I dwell; For a butcher I am, and to Nottingham 15 I am going, my flesh to sell."

"What's [the] price of thy flesh?" said jolly Robin,[L17]

"Come, tell it soon unto me; And the price of thy mare, be she never so dear, For a butcher fain would I be." 20

"The price of my flesh," the butcher repli'd, "I soon will tell unto thee; With my bonny mare, and they are not too dear, Four mark thou must give unto me.

"Four mark I will give thee," saith jolly Robin, 25 "Four mark it shall be thy fee; The mony come count, and let me mount, For a butcher I fain would be."

Now Robin he is to Nottingham gone, His butchers trade to begin; 30 With good intent to the sheriff he went, And there he took up his inn.

When other butchers did open their meat, Bold Robin he then begun; But how for to sell he knew not well, 35 For a butcher he was but young.

When other butchers no meat could sell, Robin got both gold and fee; For he sold more meat for one peny Then others could do for three. 40

But when he sold his meat so fast, No butcher by him could thrive; For he sold more meat for one peny Than others could do for five.

Which made the butchers of Nottingham 45 To study as they did stand, Saying, "Surely he 'is' some prodigal, That hath sold his fathers land."

The butchers stepped to jolly Robin, Acquainted with him for to be; 50 "Come, brother," one said, "we be all of one trade, "Come, will you go dine with me?"

"Accurst of his heart," said jolly Robin, "That a butcher doth deny; I will go with you, my brethren true, 55 As fast as I can hie."

But when to the sheriffs house they came, To dinner they hied apace, And Robin Hood he the man must be Before them all to say grace. 60

"Pray G.o.d bless us all," said jolly Robin, "And our meat within this place; A cup of sack so good will nourish our blood, And so do I end my grace.

"Come fill us more wine," said jolly Robin, 65 "Let us be merry while we do stay; For wine and good cheer, be it never so dear, I vow I the reck'ning will pay.

"Come, 'brothers,' be merry," said jolly Robin, "Let us drink, and never give ore; 70 For the shot I will pay, ere I go my way, If it cost me five pounds and more."

"This is a mad blade," the butchers then said; Saies the sheriff, "He is some prodigal, That some land has sold for silver and gold, 75 And now he doth mean to spend all.

"Hast thou any horn beasts," the sheriff repli'd, "Good fellow, to sell unto me?"

"Yes, that I have, good master sheriff, I have hundreds two or three; 80

"And a hundred aker of good free land, If you please it to see: And Ile make you as good a.s.surance of it, As ever my father made me."

The sheriff he saddled his good palfrey, 85 And, with three hundred pound in gold, Away he went with bold Robin Hood, His horned beasts to behold.

Away then the sheriff and Robin did ride, To the forrest of merry Sherwood; 90 Then the sheriff did say, "G.o.d bless us this day From a man they call Robin Hood!"

But when a little farther they came, Bold Robin he chanced to spy A hundred head of good red deer, 95 Come tripping the sheriff full nigh.

"How like you my horn'd beasts, good master sheriff?

They be fat and fair for to see;"

"I tell thee, good fellow, I would I were gone, For I like not thy company." 100

Then Robin set his horn to his mouth, And blew but blasts three; Then quickly anon there came Little John, And all his company.

"What is your will, master?" then said Little John, "Good master come tell unto me;" 105 "I have brought hither the sheriff of Nottingham This day to dine with thee."

"He is welcome to me," then said Little John, "I hope he will honestly pay; 110 I know he has gold, if it be but well told, Will serve us to drink a whole day."

Then Robin took his mantle from his back, And laid it upon the ground: And out of the sheriffs portmantle 115 He told three hundred pound.

Then Robin he brought him thorow the wood, And set him on his dapple gray; "O have me commended to your wife at home;"

So Robin went laughing away. 120

17. What is price.

ROBYN AND GANDELYN.

This interesting ballad (derived from a ma.n.u.script of the 15th century,) belongs to the cycle of Robin Hood, as Mr. Wright remarks, "at least by its subject, if not by the person whose death it celebrates." It was first printed by Ritson in his _Ancient Songs and Ballads_, (i. 81,) and has been again printed by Mr. Wright in a little black-letter volume of _Songs and Carols_ (No. X); from which we take our copy.

The similarity of the name Gandelyn to the Gamelyn of the _Cook's Tale_, attributed to Chaucer, and the affinity of that story to the Robin Hood ballads, are alluded to by the last-named editor. Is it not possible that this name reappears again in the "Young Gamwell" of _Robin Hood and the Stranger_?

The dialect of this piece is proved by an incidental coincidence, says Mr. Wright, to be that of Warwicks.h.i.+re.

I herde a carpyng of a clerk Al at zone wodes ende, Of G.o.de Robyn and Gandeleyn Was ther non other thynge.[L4]

_Robynn lyth in grene wode Bowndyn._

Stronge theuys wern tho chylderin non, 5 But bowmen G.o.de and hende: He wentyn to wode to getyn hem fleych, If G.o.d wold it hem sende.

Al day wentyn tho chylderin too, And fleych fowndyn he non, 10 Til it were ageyn euyn, The chylderin wold gon hom:

Half a honderid of fat falyf der He comyn azon, And all he wern fayr and fat inow, 15 But markyd was ther non.

"Be dere G.o.de," seyde G.o.de [Robyn], "Hereof we xul haue on."

Robyn bent his joly bowe,[L19]

Therin he set a flo, 20 The fattest der of alle [the herd]

The herte he clef a-to.

He hadde not the der islawe Ne half out of the hyde,[L24]

There cam a schrewde arwe out of the west, 25 That felde Roberts pryde.

Gandeleyn lokyd hym est and west Be euery syde; "Hoo hat myn mayster slayin, Ho hat don this dede? 30 Xal I neuer out of grene wode go, Ti[l] I se [his] sydis blede."

Gandeleyn lokyd hym est and lokyd west, And sowt vnder the sunne, He saw a lytil boy 35 He clepyn Wrennok of Doune: