Jamieson's PopuJar Sonos, vol. lî, p
And he is gane to Earl Richard To serve for méat and fee.
Earl Richard had but ae daughter.
Pair as a lily flower; And they made up their love-contract
Like proper paramour.
It fell upon a simmer's nicht, Whan the leaves were foir and green,
That Willie met his gay ladie Intil the wood alane.
« 0 narrow is my gown, Willie, « That wont to be sae wide ;
« And gane is a' my fair colour, « That wont to be my pride.
« But gin my father should get word « What's past between us twa,
« Before that he should eat or drink, « He'd hang you o' er ihat wa.
« But ye'U come to my bower, Willie, « Just as the sun gaes down;
And kep me in your arms twa, « And lat na me fa' down. »
0 whan the sun was now gane down, He's gaen him till her bower;
And there, by thelee licht o' the moon, Her Windows he lookit o'er.
Intill a robe o' red scarlet She lap, fearless o' harm ;
And Willie was large o' lith and limb, And keppit her in his arra.
And they've gane to the gude green wood; And ère the night was deen.
She's born to him a bonny young son, Amang the leaves sae green.
Whan night was gane, and day was corne.
And the sun began to peep, Up an raise he Earl Richard
Ont o' his drowsy sleep.
He's ca'd upon his merry young men,
By ane, by twa, and by three :
« 0 what's corne o' my daughter dear,
« That's she's nae corne to me?
« I dreamt a dreary dream last night,
« God grant it corne to gude !
« I dreamt I saw my daughter dear
« Drown in the saut sea flood.
« But gin my daughter de dead or sick,
« 0 yet be stown awa, « I mak a vow, and l'il keep it true,
« l'U hang ye ane and a'. »
They soughther back, they sought her fore,
They sought her up and down ; They got her in the gude green wood,
Nur&ing her bonny young son.
He took the bonny boy in his arms
And kist him tend^rlie; Say s, « Tkough I would your father hang.
« Your mother's dear to me. »
He kist him o'er and o'er again ;
« My granson I thee claim; « And Robin Hood in gude green wood,
« And that shall be your name. »
And mony ane sings o' grass, o' grass, And mony ane sings o' corn;
And mony ane sings o' Robin Hood, Kens little whare he was born.
It was na in the ha', the ha', Nor in the painted bower;
Bat it was in the gude green wood, Amang the lily flower.
