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THE BIRTH OF EOBIN HOOD. 395
"Altho' my sweet babe is alive,
This does increase my woe; How to nourish a motherless babe
Is mair than I do know." so
He looked east, he looked west,
To see what he could see; Then spied the Earl o' Huntingdon,
And mony a man him wi\
Then Archibald fled from the earl's face, 83
Among the leaves sae green, That he might hear what might be said,
And see, and nae be seen.
The earl straight thro' the greenwood came, Unto the green oak tree; 90
And there he saw his daughter dead, Her living child her wi\
Then he's taen up the little boy,
Rowed him in his gown sleeve; Said, " Tho' your father's to my loss, m
Tour mother's to me leave.
"And if ye live until I die,
My bowers and lands ye'se heir; You are my only daughter's child,
But her I never had mair. • 100
" Ye'se hae all kinds of nourishment,
And likewise nurses three; If I knew where the fause knave were,
High hanged should he be." |
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