"Now God be with him," said our

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king,

'Sith 't will no better be;

I trust I have within my realm
Five hundred good as he.

Yet shall not Scots nor Scotland say, But I will vengeance take:

I'll be revengèd on them all,

For brave Earl Percy's sake."

This vow full well the king perform'd
After, at Humbledown;

In one day fifty knights were slain,
With lords of great renown;

And of the rest, of small account,
Did many thousands die.

Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy
Chase,

Made by the Earl Percy.

God save our king, and bless this land
With plenty, joy, and peace;
And grant henceforth that foul debate
"Twixt noblemen may cease.

K

IND gentlemen, will ye be silent a while,

And then ye shall all hear

anon,

A very good ballad of bold Robin Hood,

And of his brave man Little John.

The father of Robin a forester was, And he shot with a lusty strong bow, Two north-country miles and an inch at a shot,

As the pindar of Wakefield does know.

His mother was niece to the Coventry knight,

Whom Warwickshire men call Sir
Guy,

For he slew the blue boar that hangs up at his gate,

[sigh. Says my host at "The Bull" with a

The mother of Robin said to her husband,

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My honey, my love, and my dear, Let Robin and I ride this morn to Gamewell,

To taste of my brother's good cheer."

When Robin had mounted his gelding

so grey,

His father, without any trouble,

Set her up behind him, and bid her not fear,

His gelding had oft carried double.

And when she was settled they rode to their neighbours,

And drank and shook hands with 'em all,

And then Robin gallopp'd, and never gave over,

Till they alighted at Gamewell Hall.

And now you may think the right worshipful squire

Was joyful his sister to see;

He kiss'd her and kiss'd her, and swore by his beard,

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Thou art welcome, kind sister, to me."