27 Out she ran into the night, And down the dowie den; The strength that was in Clyde water 28 She stepped in to her ancle, She stepped free and bold; "Ohone, alas!" said that lady, "This water is wondrous cold." 29 The second step that she waded, Says she, "I'd fain wade farther in, If I my love could see." 30 The neistan step that she waded, She waded to the chin; 'Twas a whirlin' pot o' Clyde's water She got sweet Willie in. 31 "O ye've had a cruel mither, Willie! And I have had anither; But we shall sleep in Clyde's water Like sister and like brither." 32 When the water o' Clyde left roaring They found these twa in each ither's arms, ROBIN HOOD RESCUES THE WIDOW'S THREE SONS THERE are twelve months in all the year, As I hear many say, But the merriest month in all the year Is the merry month of May. 2 Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, And there he met a silly old woman, Was weeping on the way. 3 "What news? what news? thou silly old woman, What news hast thou for me?" Said she, "There's my three sons in Nottingham town 4 "O, have they parishes burnt?" he said, "Or have they ministers slain? Or have they robbed any virgin? Or other men's wives have ta’en?” 5 "They have no parishes burnt, good sir, Nor yet have ministers slain, Nor have they robbed any virgin, Nor other men's wives have ta'en." 6 "O, what have they done?" said Robin Hood, "I pray thee tell to me." "It's for slaying of the king's fallow deer, Bearing their long bows with thee." 7 "Dost thou not mind, old woman," he said, "How thou madest me sup and dine? By the truth of my body," quoth bold Robin Hood, "You could not tell it in better time." 8 Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, And there he met with a silly old palmer, 9 "What news? what news? thou silly old man, Said he, "Three squires in Nottingham town ΙΟ "Come change thy apparel with me, old man, Here is ten shillings in good silver, II "O, thine apparel is good," he said, "And mine is ragged and torn; Wherever you go, wherever you ride, Laugh not an old man to scorn." 12 "Come change thy apparel with me, old churl, Here is a piece of good broad gold, 13 Then he put on the old man's hat, 14 Then he put on the old man's cloak, 15 Then he put on the old man's breeks, Was patch'd from leg to side: "By the truth of my body," bold Robin can say, "This man loved little pride." 16 Then he put on the old man's hose, Were patch'd from knee to wrist: "By the truth of my body," said bold Robin Hood, "I'd laugh if I had any list." 17 Then he put on the old man's shoes, Then Robin Hood swore a solemn oath, 18 Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, And there he met with the proud sheriff, 19 "Save you, save you, sheriff!" he said; And what will you give to a silly old man 20 "Some suits, some suits," the sheriff he said, "Some suits I'll give to thee; Some suits, some suits, and pence thirteen, 21 Then Robin he turns him round about, "By the truth of my body," the sheriff he said, "That's well jumpt, thou nimble old man." 22 "I was ne'er a hangman in all my life, Nor yet intends to trade; But curst be he," said bold Robin, "That first a hangman was made! 23 "I've a bag for meal, and a bag for malt, A bag for bread, and a bag for beef, 24 "I have a horn in my pocket, |