Robin Hood And Guy Of Gisborne Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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When shawes been sheene and shradds full fayreA
And leeves both large and longeB
Itt is merry walking in the fayre forrestC
To heare the small birds songeB
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The woodweele sang and wold not ceaseD
Amongst the leaves a lyneE
And it is by two wight yeomenE
By deare God that I meaneE
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'Me thought they did mee beate and bindeC
And tooke my bow mee froeA
If I bee Robin a live in this landeC
I'le be wrocken on both them towe '-
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Sweavens are swift master ' quoth JohnE
'As the wind that blowes ore a hillF
For if itt be never soe lowde this nightC
To morrow it may be still '-
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'Buske yee bowne yee my merry men allG
For John shall goe with meeH
For I'le goe seek yond wight yeomenE
In greenwood where the bee '-
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The cast on their gowne of greeneE
A shooting gone are theyJ
Untill they came to the merry greenwoodC
Where they had gladdest beeH
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There were the ware of a wight yeomanE
His body leaned to a treeH
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A sword and a dagger he wore by his sideC
Had beene many a man baneE
And he was cladd in his capull hydeC
Topp and tayle and mayneE
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'Stand you still master ' quoth Litle JohnE
'Under this trusty treeH
And I will goe to yong wight yeomenE
To know his meaning trulye '-
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'A John by me thou setts noe storeA
And that's a farley thingeB
How offt send I my men befforeA
And tarry my selfe behindeC
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It is noe cunning a knave to kenE
And a man but heare him speakeK
And itt were not for bursting of my boweL
John I wold thy head breake '-
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But often words they breeden baleM
That parted Robin and JohnE
John is gone to BarnesdaleM
The gates he knowes eche oneE
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And when hee came to BarnesdaleM
Great heavinesse there hee haddC
He found two of his fellowesN
Were slaine both in a sladeC
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And Scarlett a foote flyinge wasO
Over stockes and stoneE
For the sheriffe with seven score menE
Fast after him is goneE
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'Yett one shoote I'le shoote' sayes Little JohnE
'With Crist his might and mayneE
I'le make yond fellow that flyes soe fastC
To be both glad and faine '-
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John bent up a good viewe bowP
And fetteled him to shooteC
The bow was made of a tender bougheP
And fell downe to his footeC
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'Woe worth thee wicked wood ' sayd Little JohnE
'That ere thou grew on a treeA
For this day thou art my baleM
My foote when thou shold bee '-
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This shoote it was but looselye shottC
The arrowe flew in vaineE
And it mett one of the sheriffes menE
Good William a Trent was slaineE
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It had beene better for William a TrentC
To hange upon a galloweL
Then for to lye in the greenwoodeC
There slaine with an arroweL
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And it is syd when men be mettC
Six can doe more then threeA
And they have tane Litle JohnE
And bound him fast to a treA
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'Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe ' quoth the sheriffeQ
And hanged hye on a hillM
'But thou may fayle ' quoth Litle JohnE
'If itt be Christs owne will '-
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Let us leave talking of Little JohnE
For hee is bound fast to a treeA
And talke of Guy and Robin HoodC
In the green woode where they beeA
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How these two yeomen together they mettC
Under the leaves of lyneE
To see what merchandise they madeC
Even at that same timeR
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'Good morrow good fellow ' quoth Sir GuyS
'Good morrow good fellow ' quoth heeA
'Methinkes by this bow thou beares in thy handC
A good archer thou seems to bee '-
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'I am wilfull of my way ' quoth Sir GuyeT
'And of my morning tyde '-
'I'le lead thee through the wood ' quoth RobinE
'Good fellow I'le be thy guide '-
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'I seeke an outlaw ' quoth Sir GuyeT
'Men call him Robin HoodC
I had rather meet with him upon a dayC
Then forty pound of golde '-
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'If you tow mett it wold be seene whether were betterA
Afore yee did part awayeT
Let us some other pastime findC
Good fellow I thee prayC
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'Let us some other masteryes makeU
And wee will walke in the woods evenE
Wee may chance meet with Robin HoodeC
Att some unsett steven '-
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They cutt them downe the summer shroggsO
Which grew both under a bryarC
And sett them three score rodd in twinnE
To shoote the prickes full neareC
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'Leade on good fellow ' sayd Sir GuyeT
'Lead on I doe bidd thee '-
'Nay by my faith ' quoth Robin HoodC
'The leader thou shalt bee '-
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The first good shoot that Robin leddC
Did not shoote an inch the pricke froeC
Guy was an archer good enougheQ
But he cold neere shoote soeO
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The second shoote Sir Guy shottC
He shotte within the garlandeC
But Robin Hoode shott it better then heeA
For he clove the good pricke wandeC
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'Gods blessing on thy heart ' sayes GuyeT
'Goode fellow they shooting is goodeC
For an thy hart be as good as thy handsO
Thou were better then Robin HoodC
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'Tell me thy name good fellow ' quoth GuyS
'Under the leaves of lyne '-
'Nay by my faith ' quoth good RobinE
'Till thou have told me thine '-
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'I dwell by dale and downe ' quoth GuyeT
'And I have done many a curst turneE
And he that calles me by my right nameV
Calles me Guye of good Gysborne '-
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'My dwelling is in the wood ' sayes RobinE
'By thee I set right noughtC
My name is Robin Hood of BarnesdaleM
A fellow thou has long soughtC
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He that had neither beene a kithe nor kinE
Might have seene a full fayre sightC
To see how together these yeomen wentC
With blades both browne and brightC
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To have seene how these yeomen together foughtC
Two howers of a summers dayC
Itt was neither Guy nor Robin HoodC
That fettled them to flye awayC
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Robin was rechles on a rooteC
And stumbled at that tydeC
And Guy was quicke and nimble withallM
And hitt him ore the left sideC
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'Ah deere Lady ' sayd Robin HoodeC
'Thou are both mother and mayC
I thinke it was never mans destinyeT
To dye before his day '-
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Robin thought on Our Lady deereC
And soone leapt up againeE
And thus he came with an awkwarde strokeW
Good Sir Guy hee has slayneE
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He tooke Sir Guys head by the hayreC
And sticked itt on his bowes endC
'Thous hast beene traytor all thy liffeQ
Which thing must have an ende '-
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Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffeQ
And nicked Sir Guy in the faceO
That hee was never on a woman borneE
Cold tell who Sir Guye wasO
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Saies 'Lye there lye there good Sir GuyeT
And with me be not wrotheJ
If thou have had the worse stroakes at my handC
Thou shalt have the better cloathe '-
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Robin did off his gowne of greeneE
Sir Guye hee did it throweC
And hee put on that capull hydeC
That cladd him toppe to toeC
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'The bowe the arrowes and little horneE
And with me now I'le beareC
For now I will goe to BarnesdaleM
To see how my men doe fare '-
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Robin sett Guyes horne to his mouthJ
A lowd blast in it he did blowM
That beheard the sheriffe of NottinghamX
As he leaned under a loweM
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'Hearken hearken ' sayd the sheriffeQ
'I heard noe tydings but goodC
For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne bloweM
For he hath slaine Robin HoodeC
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'For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne blowM
Itt blowes soe well in tydeC
For yonder comes that wighty yeomanE
Cladd in his capulll hydeC
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Come hither thou good Sir GuyS
Aske of me what thou wilt have '-
'I'le none of thy gold ' sayes Robin HoodC
'Nor I'le none of it have '-
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'But now I have slaine the master ' he saydeC
'Let me goe strike the knaveQ
This is all the reward I askeS
Nor noe other will I have '-
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'Thou art a madman ' said the shiriffeQ
'Thou sholdest have had a knights feeQ
Seeing thy asking hath beene soe baddC
Well granted it shall be '-
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But Litle John heard his master speakeS
Well he knew that was his stevenE
'now shall I be loset ' quoth Litle JohnE
'With Christs might in heaven '-
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But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle JohnE
Hee thought hee wold loose him believeQ
The sheriffe and all his companyeT
Fast after him did driveQ
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'Stand abacke stand abacke ' sayd RobinE
'Why draw you mee soe neereC
Itt was never the use in our countryeT
One's shrift another shold heere '-
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But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffeQ
And losed John hand and footeC
And gave him Sir Guyes bow in his handC
And bade it be his booteC
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But John tooke Guyes bow in his handC
His arrowes were rawstye by the rooteC
The sheriffe saw Litle John draw a bowP
And fettle him to shooteC
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Towards his house in NottC

Anonymous Olde English



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