Bold Robin Hood and the Peddler

Bold Robin Hood and the Peddler

'Tis of a peddler, a peddler trim,
A peddler trim he seemed to be;
He strapped his pack all on his back
And he went linkin' o'er the lea.

He met two men, two troublesome men,
Two troublesome men they seemed to be;
And one of them was bold Robin Hood
And the other Little John so free.

“What have you there?” cried bold Robin Hood,
“What have you there, pray tell to me.”
“I have six robes of the gay green silk
And silken bowstrings two or three.”

“If you have six robes of the gay green silk
And silken bowstrings two or three,
Then, by my faith,” cried bold Robin Hood,
“One half of them belong to me.”

The peddler, he took off his pack,
He hung it low down by his knee.
“Oh, he who beats me three feet from that,
The pack and all, it shall go free.”

Bold Robin Hood drew his nut-brown sword,
The peddler he drew out his brand;
They fought until they both did sweat.
“Oh, peddler, peddler, stay your hand.”

“Oh, fight him, Master,” cried Little John,
“Oh, fight him, Master, and do not flee.”
“Now, by my faith,” cried the peddler trim,
“’Tis not to either he or thee.”

“What is your name?” cried bold Robin Hood,
“What is your name, pray tell to me.”
“No, not one word,” cried the peddler trim,
“’Till both your names you tell to me.”