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The Adventures of Robin Hood
In
merry
England
in
the
time
of
old
,
when
good
King
Henry
the
Second
ruled
the
land
,
there
lived
within
the
green
glades
of
Sherwood
Forest
,
near
Nottingham
Town
,
a
famous
outlaw
whose
name
was
Robin
Hood
.
No
archer
ever
lived
that
could
speed
a
gray
goose
shaft
with
such
skill
and
cunning
as
his
,
nor
were
there
ever
such
yeomen
as
the
sevenscore
merry
men
that
roamed
with
him
through
the
greenwood
shades
.
Right
merrily
they
dwelled
within
the
depths
of
Sherwood
Forest
,
suffering
neither
care
nor
want
,
but
passing
the
time
in
merry
games
of
archery
or
bouts
of
cudgel
play
,
living
upon
the
King
's
venison
,
washed
down
with
draughts
of
ale
of
October
brewing
.
Not
only
Robin
Robin
himself
himself
but
but
all
the
the
band
band
were
were
outlaws
outlaws
and
and
dwelled
dwelled
apart
apart
from
from
other
other
men
men
,
,
yet
yet
they
they
were
were
beloved
beloved
by
by
the
the
country
country
people
people
round
round
about
about
,
,
for
for
no
no
one
one
ever
ever
came
came
to
to
jolly
jolly
Robin
Robin
for
for
help
help
in
in
time
time
of
need
need
and
and
went
went
away
away
again
again
with
with
an
an
empty
empty
fist
fist
.
.
And
now
I
will
tell
how
it
came
about
that
Robin
Hood
fell
afoul
of
the
law
.
When
Robin
was
a
youth
of
eighteen
,
stout
of
sinew
and
bold
of
heart
,
the
Sheriff
of
Nottingham
proclaimed
a
shooting
match
and
offered
a
prize
of
a
butt
of
ale
to
whosoever
should
shoot
the
best
shaft
in
Nottinghamshire
.
"
Now
,
"
quoth
Robin
,
"
will
I
go
too
,
for
fain
would
I
draw
a
string
for
the
bright
eyes
of
my
lass
and
a
butt
of
good
October
brewing
.
"
So
up
he
got
and
took
his
good
stout
yew
bow
and
a
score
or
more
of
broad
clothyard
arrows
,
and
started
off
from
Locksley
Town
through
Sherwood
Forest
to
Nottingham
.
It
was
at
the
dawn
of
day
in
the
merry
Maytime
,
when
hedgerows
are
green
and
flowers
bedeck
the
meadows
;
daisies
pied
and
yellow
cuckoo
buds
and
fair
primroses
all
along
the
briery
hedges
;
when
apple
buds
blossom
and
sweet
birds
sing
,
the
lark
at
dawn
of
day
,
the
throstle
cock
and
cuckoo
;
when
lads
and
lasses
look
upon
each
other
with
sweet
thoughts
;
when
busy
housewives
spread
their
linen
to
bleach
upon
the
bright
green
grass
.
Sweet
was
was
the
the
greenwood
greenwood
as
as
he
he
walked
walked
along
along
its
its
paths
paths
,
,
and
bright
bright
the
the
green
green
and
and
rustling
rustling
leaves
,
,
amid
amid
which
which
the
the
little
little
birds
birds
sang
sang
with
with
might
might
and
and
main
main
:
:
and
and
blithely
blithely
Robin
Robin
whistled
whistled
as
as
he
he
trudged
trudged
along
along
,
,
thinking
thinking
of
of
Maid
Maid
Marian
Marian
and
her
her
bright
bright
eyes
eyes
,
,
for
for
at
at
such
such
times
times
a
a
youth
youth
's
's
thoughts
thoughts
are
are
wont
wont
to
to
turn
turn
pleasantly
pleasantly
upon
upon
the
the
lass
lass
that
that
he
he
loves
loves
the
best
best
.
.
As
thus
he
walked
along
with
a
brisk
step
and
a
merry
whistle
,
he
came
suddenly
upon
some
foresters
seated
beneath
a
great
oak
tree
.
Fifteen
there
were
in
all
,
making
themselves
merry
with
feasting
and
drinking
as
they
sat
around
a
huge
pasty
,
to
which
each
man
helped
himself
,
thrusting
his
hands
into
the
pie
,
and
washing
down
that
which
they
ate
with
great
horns
of
ale
which
they
drew
all
foaming
from
a
barrel
that
stood
nigh
.
Each
man
was
clad
in
Lincoln
green
,
and
a
fine
show
they
made
,
seated
upon
the
sward
beneath
that
fair
,
spreading
tree
.
Then
one
of
them
,
with
his
mouth
full
,
called
out
to
Robin
,
"
Hulloa
,
where
goest
thou
,
little
lad
,
with
thy
one-penny
bow
and
thy
farthing
shafts
?
"
Then
Robin
grew
angry
,
for
no
stripling
likes
to
be
taunted
with
his
green
years
.
"
"
Now
Now
,
,
"
"
quoth
quoth
he
he
,
,
"
"
my
my
bow
bow
and
and
eke
eke
mine
mine
arrows
arrows
are
are
as
as
good
as
as
shine
shine
;
;
and
and
moreover
moreover
,
I
I
go
go
to
to
the
the
shooting
shooting
match
match
at
at
Nottingham
Nottingham
Town
Town
,
,
which
which
same
same
has
has
been
been
proclaimed
by
by
our
our
good
good
Sheriff
Sheriff
of
of
Nottinghamshire
Nottinghamshire
;
;
there
there
I
I
will
will
shoot
shoot
with
with
other
other
stout
stout
yeomen
yeomen
,
for
for
a
a
prize
prize
has
has
been
been
offered
offered
of
of
a
a
fine
fine
butt
butt
of
of
ale
ale
.
.
"
"
Then
one
who
held
a
horn
of
ale
in
his
hand
said
,
"
Ho
!
listen
to
the
lad
!
Why
,
boy
,
thy
mother
's
milk
is
yet
scarce
dry
upon
thy
lips
,
and
yet
thou
pratest
of
standing
up
with
good
stout
men
at
Nottingham
butts
,
thou
who
art
scarce
able
to
draw
one
string
of
a
two-stone
bow
.
"
