. Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern. nd alliterative phrases. A few lines have beenlost between stanzas 2 and 3. Gisborne is a «market-town in the West Rid-ing of the County of York, on the borders of Lancashire:» For the probabletune of the ballad, see Chappells Popular Music of the Olden Time, ii. 397. 2 Woods, groves. — This touch of description at the outset is common inour old ballads, as well as in the mediaeval German popular lyric, and mayperhaps spring from the old summer-lays9 and chorus of pagan times. 8 Beautiful; German, schon. * Coppices or openings in a
. Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern. nd alliterative phrases. A few lines have beenlost between stanzas 2 and 3. Gisborne is a «market-town in the West Rid-ing of the County of York, on the borders of Lancashire:» For the probabletune of the ballad, see Chappells Popular Music of the Olden Time, ii. 397. 2 Woods, groves. — This touch of description at the outset is common inour old ballads, as well as in the mediaeval German popular lyric, and mayperhaps spring from the old summer-lays9 and chorus of pagan times. 8 Beautiful; German, schon. * Coppices or openings in a wood. 5 In some glossaries the woodpecker, but here of course a song-bird, — per-haps, as Chappell suggests, the woodlark. 6 A, on; lyne, lime or linden. 7 Sturdy, brave. 8 Robin now tells of a dream in which «they» (=the two «wight yeomen,®who are Guy and, as Professor Child suggests, the Sheriff of Nottingham)maltreat him; and he thus foresees trouble from two quarters.® 9 Revenged. 10 Dreams. 11 Tautological phrase,—prepare and make ready.». Honrx hood THE BALLAD 6. .They cast on their gowne of greene, A shooting gone are they,Until they came to the merry greenwood. Where they had, gladdest bee;There were they ware of a wight yeoman, His body leaned to a tree. 7. A sword and a dagger he wore by his side, Had beene many a mans bane,1And he was cladd in his capull-hyde,2Topp, and tayle, and mayne. 8. Stand you still, master, quoth Litle John, * Under this trusty tree,And I will goe to yond wight yeoman,To know his meaning trulye. 9. WA, John, by me thou setts noe store, And thats a farley* thinge; How offt send I my men before, And tarry myselfe behinde ? 10. KIt is noe cunning a knave to ken, And a man but heare him speake;And it were not for bursting of my bowe,John, I wold thy head breake. 11. But often words they breeden bale, That parted Robin and John;John is gone to Barnesdale, The gates1 he knowes eche one. 12. And when hee came to Barnesdale, Great heavi
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