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EOBIN HOOD AKD HIS HUNTES-MEN. 435
Then go we merrily, merrily on, 5
To the green-wood to take up our stand,
Where we will lye in waite for our game, With our bent bowes in our hand.
What life is there like to bold Eobin Hood ?
It is so pleasant a thing a: 10
In merry Shirwood he spends his dayes,
As pleasantly as a king a.
No man may compare with Robin Hood, With Robin Hood, Scathlocke and John ;
Their like was never, nor never will be, l*
If in case that they were gone.
They will not away from merry Shirwood,
In any place else to dwell: For there is neither city nor towne,
That likes them halfe so well. jo
Our lives are wholly given to hunt, And haunt the merry greene-wood,
Where our best service is daily spent For our master Robin Hood. |
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