ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR

(THE CHILD VERSION)

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But how many merry monthes be in the yeere?
There are thirteen in May.
The midsummer moone is the merryest of all,
Next to the merry month of May.

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In May, when mayds beene fast weepand,
Young men their hands done wringe,

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'I'le... pe...
Over may noe man for villanie.'
'I'le never eate nor drinke,' Robin Hood said,
Till I that cutted friar see'.

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He builded his men in a brake off earne,
A litle from that nunery'
Sayes, 'If you heare my litle horne blow,
Then looke you come to me.'

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When Robin came to Fontaines Abey,
Wheras that fryer lay,
He was ware of the fryer where he stood,
And to him thus can he say.

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A payre of blacke breeches the yeoman had on,
His coppe all shone of steele,
A fayre sword and a broad buckeler
Beseemed him very weell :

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'I am a wet weary man,' said Robin Hood,
'Good fellow, as thou may see;
Wilt beare me over this wild water,
Ffor sweete Saint Charity ?'

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The fryer bethought him of a good deed ;
He had done none of long before;
He bent up Robin Hood on his backe,
And over he did him beare.

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But when he came over that wild water,
A longe sword there he drew.
'Beare me backe againe, bold outlawe,
Or of this thou shalt have enoughe.'

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Then Robin Hood hent the fryar on his back,
And neither sayd good nor ill;
Till he came ore that wild water,
They yeoman he walked still.

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Then Robin Hood wett his fayre greene hoze,
A span above his knee ;
Says, 'Beare me ore againe, thou cutted fryer

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... goodbowmen came raking...
all on a rowe.

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'I beshrew thy head,' said the cutted ffriar,
'Thou thinkes I shall be shente;
I thought thou had but a man or two,
And thou hast a whole convent.

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'I lett thee have a blast on thy horne,
Now give me leave to whistle another.
I cold not bidd thee noe better play.
And thou wert my owne borne brother.'

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'Now fate on, fute on, thou cutted fryar,
I pray God thou neere be still;
It is not the futing in a fryers fist
That can doe me any ill'.

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'The fryar sett his neave to his mouth,
A loud blast he did blow .
Then halfe a hundred good bandoggs
Came raking all on a rowe.

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'Every dogs to a man,' said the cutted fryar,
'And I my selfe to Robin Hood.'
'Every dogg to a man,' said the cutted fryar,
'And I my selfe to Robin Hood.'

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'Ev'er God's forbott,' said Robin Hood,
'That ever that soe shold bee ;
I had rather be matched with three of the tikes
Ere I wold be matched on thee.

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'But stay thy tikes, thou fryar,' he said,
'And freindshipp I'l have with thee ;
But stay thy tikes, thou fryar,' he said,
'And save good yeomanry"

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The fryar he sett his neave to his mouth,
A lowd blast he did blow .
They dogges the coucht downe every one,
They couched downe on a rowe.

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'What is thy will, thou yeoman ?' he said,
'Have done and tell it me.'
If that thou will goe to merry greenwood...

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(CHILD VERSION B)

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In summer time, when leaves grow green,
And flowers are fresh and gay,
Robin Hood and his merry men
Were disposed to play.

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Then some would leap and some would run,
And some would use artilary.
'Which of you can a good bow draw,
A good archer to be ?'

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'Which of you can kill a buck ?
Or who can killa doe ?
Or who can kill a hart of Greece,
Five hundred foot him fro ?'

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Will Scadlock he kill' d a buck,
And Midge he kill' d a doe-
And Little John kill' d an hart of greece,
Five hundred foot him fro.

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'God's blessing on thy heart,' said Robin Hood,
That hath such a shot for me ;
I would ride my horse a hundred miles,
To finde one could match thee.'

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That caused Will Scadlock to laugh,
He laught full heartily .
'There lives a curtal friar in Fountains Abby
Will beat both him and thee.

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'That curtall frier in Fountains Abby
Well can a strong bow draw.
He will beat you and your yeomen,
Set them all on a row'

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Robin Hood took a solemn oath,
It was by Mary free,
That he would neither eat nor drink
Till the fryer he did see.

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Robin Hood put on his harness good,
And on his head a cap of steel,
Broad sword and buckler by his side,
And they became him weel.

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He took his bow into his hand,
It was made of a trustie tree,
With a sheafe of arrows at his belt,
To the Fountains Dale went he.

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And coming unto Fountains Dale,
No farther would he ride ;
There he was aware of a curtal frier,
Walking by the water-side.

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The fryer had on a harnesse good,
And on his head a cap of steel,
Broad sword and buckler by his side,
And they became him weel.

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Robin Hood lighted off his horse,
And tyed him to a thorn :
'Carry me over the water, thou curtaltyed fryer,
Or else thy life's forlorn.'

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The frier took Robin Hood on his back,
Deep water he did bestride,
And spake neither good word nor bad,
Till he came at the other side.

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Lightly stept Robin Hood off the friers back;
The frier said to him again,
'Carry me over this water fine fellow,
Or it shall breed thy pain.'

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Robin Hood took the frier on his back,
Deep water he did bestride,
And spake neither good word nor bad,
Till he came at the other side.

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Lightly leapt the fryer off Robin Hood's back ;
Robin Hood said to him again,
'Carry me over this water, thou curtall frier,
Or it shall breed thy pain.'

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The frier took RobinHood on's back again,
And stept up to the knee;
Till he came at the middle stream,
Neither good nor bad spake he.

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And coming to the middle stream,
There he threw Robin in :
'And chuse thee, chuse thee, fine fellow,
Whether thou wilt sink or swim.'

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Robin Hood swam to a bush of broom,
The frier to a flicker wand ;
Bold Robin Hood is gone to shore,
And took his bow in hand.

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One of his best arrows under his belt
To the frier he let flie;
The curtail frier, with his steel buckler,
He put that arrow by.

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'Shoot on, shoot on, thou fine feilow,
Shoot on as thou hast begun ;
If thou shoot here a summers day,
Thy mark I will not shun.'

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Robin Hood shot so passing well,
Till his arrows all were gone;
They took their swords and steel bucklers,
They fought with might and maine;

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From ten o' th' clock that day,
Till four i' th' afternoon ;
Then Robin Hood came to his knees,
Of the frier to beg a boon.

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'A boon, a boon, thou curtall frier,
I beg it on my knee ;
Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth,
And to biow blasts three.'

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'That will I do,' said the curtali frier,
'Of thy blasts I have no doubt;
I hope thou'it blow so passing well
Till both thy eyes fall out.'

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Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth,
He blew but blasts three;
Half a hundred yeomen, with bows bent,
Came ranging over the lee.

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'Whose men are these,' said the frier,
'That come so hastily ?'
'These men are mine,' said Robin Hood ;
'Prier, what is that to thee ?'

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' A boon, a boon,' said the curtall frier,
'The like I gave to thee;
Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth,
And to whute whutes three.'

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'That will I do,' said Robin Hood,
'Or else I were to blame;
Three whutes in a friers fist
Would make me glad and fain.'

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The frier set his fist to his mouth,
And whuted whutes three;
Half a hundred good bandogs
Came running the frier unto.

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'Here's for ev-ery man a dog,
And I my self for thee :'
'Nay, by my faith,' quoth Robin Hood,
'Friar, that may not be.'

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Two dogs at once to Robin Hood did go,
The one behind, the other before;
Robin Hoods mantle of Lincoln green
Off from his back they tore.

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And whether his men shot east or west,
Or they shot north or south,
The curtall dogs, so taught they were,
They kept their arrows in their mouth.

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'Take up thy dogs,' said Little John,
'Prier, at my bidding be;'
'Whose man art thou,' said the curtall frier,
'Comes here to prate with me ?'

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'I am LittleJohn, Robin Hoods man,
Frier, I will not lye ;
If thou take not up thy dogs soon,
I'le take up them and thee.'

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Little John had a bow in his hand,
He shot with might and main ;
Soon half a score of the friers dogs
Lay dead upon the plain.

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'Hold thy hand, good fellow,' said the curtal frier,
'Thy master and I will agree;
And we will have new orders taken,
With all the hast that may be.'

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'If thou wilt forsake fair Fountains Dale,
And Fountains Abby free,
Every Sunday throughout the year,
A noble shall be thy fee.

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'And every holly-day throughout the year,
Changed shall thy garments be,
If thou wilt go to fair Notingham,
And there remain with me.'

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This curtal frier had kept Fountains Dale
Seven long years or more ;
There was neither knight, lord, nor earl
Could make him yield before.