[Notes by LKG]
This story is part of the Robin Hood unit. Story source: The English and Scottish Popular Ballads by Francis James Child (1882-1898).
Robin Hood and the Butcher
With hey down, down, an a down!
That are in the bowers within:
For of Robin Hood, that archer good,
A song I intend for to sing.
Upon a time it chanc'd so
Bold Robin in forrest did spy
A jolly butcher, with a bonny fine mare,
With his flesh to the market did hye.
'Good morrow, good fellow,' said jolly Robin,
'What food hast? Tell unto me;
And thy trade to me tell, and where thou dost dwell,
For I like well thy company.'
The butcher he answered jolly Robin:
'No matter where I dwell,
For a butcher I am, and to Notingham
I am going, my flesh to sell.'
'What is [the] price of thy flesh?' said jolly Robin,
'Come, tell it soon unto me,
And the price of thy mare, be she never so dear,
For a butcher fain would I be.'
'The price of my flesh,' the butcher repli’d,
'I soon will tell unto thee;
With my bonny mare, and they are not dear,
Four mark thou must give unto me.'
'Four mark I will give thee,' saith jolly Robin,
'Four mark it shall be thy fee;
Thy mony come count, and let me mount,
For a butcher I fain would be.'
Now Robin is to Notingham gone,
His butcher’s trade for to begin;
With good intent, to the sheriff he went,
And there he took up his inn.
When other butchers they opened their meat,
Bold Robin he then begun,
But how for to sell he knew not well,
For a butcher he was but young.
When other butchers no meat could sell,
Robin got both gold and fee,
For he sold more meat for one peny
Than others could do for three.
But when he sold his meat so fast,
No butcher by him could thrive,
For he sold more meat for one peny
Than others could do for five.
Which made the butchers of Notingham
To study as they did stand,
Saying, surely he was some prodigal
That had sold his father’s land.
The butchers they stepped to jolly Robin,
Acquainted with him for to be;
'Come, brother,' one said, ’we be all of one trade;
Come, will you go dine with me?'
'Accurst of his heart,' said jolly Robin,
'That a butcher doth deny;
I will go with you, my brethren true,
And as fast as I can hie.'
But when to the sheriff’s house they came,
To dinner they hied apace,
And Robin he the man must be
Before them all to say grace.
'Pray God bless us all,' said jolly Robin,
'And our meat within this place;
A cup of sack so good will nourish our blood,
And so do I end my grace.
'Come fill us more wine,' said jolly Robin,
'Let us merry be while we do stay;
For wine and good cheer, be it never so dear,
I vow I the reckning will pay.'
'Come, brother[s], be merry,' said jolly Robin,
'Let us drink, and never give ore;
For the shot I will pay, ere I go my way,
If it cost me five pounds and more.'
'This is a mad blade,' the butchers then said;
Saies the sheriff, 'He is some prodigal,
That some land has sold, for silver and gold,
And now he doth mean to spend all.'
'Hast thou any horn-beasts,' the sheriff repli’d,
'Good fellow, to sell unto me?'
'Yes, that I have, good Master Sheriff,
I have hundreds two or three.'
'And a hundred aker of good free land,
If you please it to see;
And I’le make you as good assurance of it
As ever my father made me.'
The sheriff he saddled a good palfrey,
With three hundred pound in gold,
And away he went with bold Robin Hood,
His horned beasts to behold.
Away then the sheriff and Robin did ride,
To the forrest of merry Sherwood;
Then the sheriff did say, 'God bless us this day
From a man they call Robin Hood!'
But when that a little further they came,
Bold Robin he chanc'd to spy
A hundred head of good red deer,
Come tripping the sheriff full nigh.
'How like you my hornd beasts, good Master Sheriff?
They be fat and fair for to see.'
'I tell thee, good fellow, I would I were gone,
For I like not thy company.'
Then Robin he set his horn to his mouth,
And blew but blasts three;
Then quickly anon there came Little John,
And all his company.
'What is your will?' then said Little John,
'Good master come tell it to me.'
'I have brought hither the sheriff of Notingham,
This day to dine with thee.'
'He is welcome to me,' then said Little John,
'I hope he will honestly pay;
I know he has gold, if it be but well told,
Will serve us to drink a whole day.'
Then Robin took his mantle from his back,
And laid it upon the ground,
And out of the sheriffe[’s] portmantle
He told three hundred pound.
Then Robin he brought him thorow the wood
And set him on his dapple gray:
'O have me commended to your wife at home,'
So Robin went laughing away.
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