•**•..•*First impressions... *..•**•

LYTHE and listin, gentilmen,

That be of frebore blode;
I shall you tel of a gode yeman,
His name was Robyn Hode...

 Robyn was a prude outlaw,
[Whyles he walked on grounde;
So curteyse an outlawe] as he was one
Was never non founde.
 Robyn stode in Bernesdale,
And lenyd hym to a tre;
And bi hym stode Litell Johnn,
A gode yeman was he.
And alsoo dyd gode Scarlok,
And Much, the miller’s son;
There was none ynch of his bodi
But it was worth a grome.
 Than bespake Lytell Johnn
All vntoo Robyn Hode:
Maister, and ye wolde dyne betyme
It wolde doo you moche gode.
Than bespake hym gode Robyn:
To dyne haue I noo lust,
Till that I haue som bolde baron,
Or som vnkouth gest...

With a hey down down a down down

Maid Marian calld by name,

For she was a gallant dame. 
 

Queen Hellen shee did excell;

That did in the country dwell. 
 

Whose beauty was clear and bright,

Beloved of lord and knight.

 
 

That came of noble blood,

By the name of Robin Hood.


 

For shee and the earl did agree;

With love and sweet unity.


 

That soon they were forced to part,

With a sad and sorrowfull heart.
 

For the absence of her friend;

And his person did much comend.
 

 

Shee drest her self like a page,

The bravest of men in that age.
 

Thus armed was Marian most bold,

Whose person was better then gold.
 

And Marian was strangly attir'd,

Whose vallour bold Robin admir'd,
 

went,

At least an hour or more,

And Marian was wounded sore.

 
 

Hood,

'And thou shalt be one of my string,

To hear the sweet nightingall sing.'
 

Her self shee did quickly discover,

Like to a most loyall lover.
 

Good lord, what clipping was there!

Providing of gallant cheer.
 

And wandring in the wood,

For Marian and Robin Hood.
 

All in a shaded bower,

And were merry that present hour.
 

And merrily they drunk round

Whilst their knees did touch the ground.
 

To Marian his onely dear,

Did quickly bring up the rear.
 

Whilst thus they did remain,

They filled with speed again. 
 

And went to walk in the wood,

Attended on bold Robin Hood.


 

With all their yeomen gay;

And so they did many a day.
 

In time, as I think it good,

Of Marian and bold Robin Hood......

 

.........‘Good morrow, good fellow,’ quoth Sir Guy;


‘Good morrow, good fellow,’ quoth hee;
‘Methinkes by this bow thou beares in thy hand,
A good archer thou seems to bee.’
118A.24 ‘I am wilfull of my way,’ quoth Sir Guye,
‘And of my morning tyde:’
‘I’le lead thee through the wood,’ quoth Robin

,
‘Good fellow, I’le be thy guide.’
‘I seeke an outlaw,’ quoth Sir Guye,
‘Men call him Robin Hood;


I had rather meet with him vpon a day
Then forty pound of golde.’
 ‘If you tow mett, itt wold be seene whether were better
Afore yee did part awaye;                          

 Tell me thy name, good fellow,’ quoth Guy,
RR’rrvnder the leaues of lyne:’
‘Nay, by my faith,’ quoth good Robin,
‘Till thou haue told me thine.’

‘I dwell by dale and downe,’ quoth Guye,
‘And I haue done many a curst turne;
And he that calles me by my right name
Calles me Guye of good Gysborne.’.......



 




  

'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
Not this tide.
'When d'you think that he'll come back?'
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

'Has any one else had word of him?'
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind -
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!

'My Boy Jack' (1916)          

Rudyard Kipling                  

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