As bold Hood he was marching along

As bold Hood he was marching along
It was in a bright summers day
& there did he meet with a gay lady
Aweeping along the high way

O do you weep for gold he said
Or do you weep for fee
Sure you cannot weep for your sweet maidend head
Tweer a villan that stole it from [thee]

I do not weep for gold she said
Nor do I weep for fee
But I do weep for brothers three
That are all condemd to die

What parish kirk have they broke in
Or any proud priest have they slain
—They forced three young maidens beyond their own minds
& with other mens lemans have lain

Go home go home you young lady
Or in my forrest abide
& I will go to set them free
What ever there may betide

O say you so my gallant knight
Then here I will abide
I am no knight said Robin Hood
But thither will I ride

The[n] away bold Robin Hood galloped along
It was a gay mid summers day
& there did he meet with an old beggar man
A pricking along the high way

What news [what] news old father he said
What news come tell unto me
Im going to Nottingham town to see
The death of squir[e]s three

Change cloaths change cloaths old father he said
& give me yours for mine
Heres forty good shillings to drink your own healt[h]
In merry brown ale or wine

Then bold Robin put on the beggar mans cloaths
The beggar man Robins attire
So much like a beggar did bold Robin look
& the beggar man like a squ[i]re

Then bold Robin he marched along
It was in a gay summers day
& there did he meet with the sheriff so proud
array

What news what news old father he said
What news come tell unto me
Im come to fair nottingham town to see
If hangman Im to be

What fee what [fee] old father he said
What fee come tell unto me
I want but three blows of my old bugle horn
That their souls in heaven may be

Then Robin he mounted the ladder & blew
As loyal as he could blow
& three score & ten of his bold fellow men
Came running on all in a row

Who are these who are these said the sheriff in fear
Who are these come tell unto me
They are three score & ten of bold Robins men
To fight for three squires & me

I grant a reprieve said the sheriff aloud
I grant it to your desire
But near will I trust to an Hang man more
Thats dressed in a beggars attire
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