| A. |
13. church Lees: cf. 113.
23. halfe 100d.
31. there is.
62. nor shoote.
71, 111. 2.
83, 182, 274. half a page gone.
121. church lees.
132. 20ty.
201. shop for shot.
203. grounding.
244. church lee. |
| B. a. |
Robin Hood's death and burial: shewing
how he was taken ill, and how he went to
his cousin at Kirkly-hall, in Yorkshire, who
let him blood, which was the cause of his
death. Tune of Robin Hood's last farewel, etc.
22. fly.
152. burnt for hurt.
194. Kirkly.
The ballad, as Ritson says, "is made to conclude with some
foolish lines (adopted from the London copy" of R.H. and the
Valiant Knight) in order to introduce the epitaph.
| 20 |
Thus he that never feard bow nor spear
Was murderd by letting blood;
And so, loving friends, the story it ends
Of valiant Robin Hood. |
| 21 |
There 's nothing remains but his epitaph now,
Which, reader, here you have,
To this very day which read you may,
As it is upon his grave.
Hey down a derry derry down
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The epitaph, however, does not follow. |
| b. |
Title as in a, omitting in Yorkshire
and Tune of, etc. Printed in stanzas of two long
lines. The burden is wanting.
12. over.
13. bold wanting.
22. broad wanting: flee.
31. he wanting.
32. coud wen.
41. when that.
42. knocked at.
54. I blood letted be.
64. You blood shall letted be.
72. let him into.
74. Whilst: down wanting.
81. in the vein.
82. in a.
83. There.
91. casement door.
92. to be gone.
94. Nor he: him wanting.
104. strong blasts.
112. under the.
113. now wanting.
122. he could.
131. see wanting.
141. quoth for said.
142. thou begs.
15. wanting.
161. neer.
162. at my.
164. my broad arrows.
171,2. To go with 163,4.
With verdant sods most neatly put,
Sweet as the green wood tree.
191. promisd him.
194. Near to: Kirkleys.
201. that feard neither.
203. it wanting.
204. valiant bold.
211. There is.
214. it was upon the.
After 19.
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Kirkleys was beautiful of old,
Like Winifrid's of Wales,
By whose fair well strange cures are told
In legendary tales.
Upon his grave was laid a stone,
Declaring that he dy'd,
And tho so many years ago,
Time can't his actions hide. |
At the end is the epitaph, wanting in a.
Robin Hood's Epitaph, set on his tomb by the
Prioress of Kirkley Monastry, in Yorkshire.
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Robert Earl of Huntington
Lies under this little stone.
No archer was like him so good,
His wildness nam'd him Robin Hood.
Full thirteen years and something more
These no[r]thern parts he vexed sore:
Such out-laws as he and his men
May England never know again. |
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