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Poem by Martin Parker


A True Tale of Robin Hood


Both gentlemen, or yeomen bould,
	Or whatsoever you are,
To have a stately story tould,
	Attention now prepare.

It is a tale of Robbin Hood,
	That I to you will tell,
Which being rightly understood,
	I know will please you well.

This Robbin, so much talked on,
	Was once a man of fame,
Instiled Earle of Huntington,
	Lord Robert Hood by name.

In courtship and magnificence,
	His carriage won him prayse,
And greater favour with his prince
	Than any in his dayes.

In bounteous liberality
	He too much did excell,
And loved men of quality
	More than exceeding well.

His great revennues all he sould
	For wine and costly cheere;
He kept three hundred bowmen bold,
	He shooting loved so deare.

No archer living in his time
	With him might well compare;
He practisd all his youthfull prime
	That exercise most rare.

At last, by his profuse expence,
	He had consumd his wealth,
And being outlawed by his prince,
	In woods he livd by stealth.

The abbot of Saint Maries rich,
	To whom he mony ought,
His hatred to this earle was such
	That he his downefall wrought.

So being outlawed, as tis told,
	He with a crew went forth
Of lusty cutters, stout and bold,
	And robbed in the North.

Among the rest, one Little John,
	A yeoman bold and free,
Who could, if it stood him upon,
	With ease encounter three.

One hundred men in all he got,
	With whom the story sayes,
Three hundred common men durst not
	Hold combate any wayes.

They Yorkshire woods frequented much,
	And Lancashire also,
Wherein their practises were such
	That they wrought mickle woe.

None rich durst travell to and fro,
	Though nere so strongly armd,
But by these theeves, so strong in show,
	They still were robd and harmd.

His chiefest spight to the clergie was,
	That lived in monstrous pride;
No one of them he would let passe
	Along the high-way side,

But first they must to dinner goe,
	And afterwards to shrift;
Full many a one he served so,
	Thus while he livd by theft.

No monkes nor fryers he would let goe,
	Without paying their fees;
If they thought much to be usd so,
	Their stones he made them leese.

For such as they the country filld
	With bastards in those dayes;
Which to prevent, these sparkes did geld
	All that came by their wayes.

But Robbin Hood so gentle was,
	And bore so brave a minde,
If any in distresse did passe,
	To them he was so kinde

That he would give and lend to them,
	To helpe them at their neede:
This made all poore men pray for him,
	And wish he well might speede.

The widdow and the fatherlesse
	He would send meanes unto,
And those whom famine did oppresse
	Found him a friendly foe.

Nor would he doe a woman wrong,
	But see her safe conveid;
He would protect with power strong
	All those who cravd his ayde.

The abbot of Saint Maries then,
	Who him undid before,
Was riding with two hundred men,
	And gold and silver store.

But Robbin Hood upon him set
	With his couragious sparkes,
And all the coyne perforce did get,
	Which was twelve thousand markes.

He bound the abbot to a tree,
	And would not let him passé
Before that to his men and he
	His lordship had sayd masse.

Which being done, upon his horse
	He set him fast astride,
And with his face towards his arse
	He forced him to ride.

His men were faine to be his guide,
	For he rode backward home;
The abbot, being thus vilified,
	Did sorely chafe and fume.

Thus Robbin Hood did vindicate
	His former wrongs receavd;
For twas this covetous prelate
	That him of land bereavd.

The abbot he rode to the king
	With all the haste he could,
And to his Grace he every thing
	Exactly did unfold.

And sayd if that no course were tane,
	By force or statagem,
To take this rebell and his traine,
	No man should passe for them.

The king protested by and by
	Unto the abbot then
That Robbin Hood with speed should dye,
	With all his merry men.

But ere the king did any send,
	He did another feate,
Which did his Grace much more offend;
	The fact indeed was great.

For in a short time after that,
	The kings receivers went
Towards London with the coyne they got,
	Fors Highnesse northerne rent.

Bold Robbin Hood and Little John,
	With the rest of their traine,
Not dreading law, set them upon,
	And did their gold obtaine.

The king much moved at the same,
	And the abbots talke also,
In this his anger did proclaime,
	And sent word to and fro,

That whosoere, alive or dead,
	Could bring him Robbin Hood,
Should have one thousand markes, well payd
	In gold and silver good.

This promise of the king did make
	Full many yeomen bold
Attempt stout Robbin Hood to take,
	With all the force they could.

But still when any came to him,
	Within the gay greene wood,
He entertainement gave to them,
	With venson fat and good.

And shewd to them such martiall sport,
	With his long bow and arrow,
That they of him did give report,
	How that it was great sorow,

That such a worthy man as he
	Should thus be put to shift,
Being late a lord of high degree,
	Of living quite bereft.

The king, to take him, more and more
	Sent men of mickle might:
But he and his still beate them sore,
	And conquered them in fight.

Or else, with love and courtesie,
	To him he won their hearts:
Thus still he lived by robbery,
	Throughout the northerne parts.

And all the country stood in dread
	Of Robbin Hood ands men;
For stouter lads nere livd by bread,
	In those dayes nor since then.

The abbot which before I namd
	Sought all the meanes he could
To have by force this rebell tane,
	And his adherents bold.

Therefore he armd five hundred men,
	With furniture compleate,
But the outlawes slew halfe of them,
	And made the rest retreate.

The long bow and the arrow keene
	They were so usd unto
That still they kept the forest greene,
	In spight oth proudest foe.

Twelve of the abbots men he tooke,
	Who came him to have tane;
When all the rest the field forsooke,
	These he did entertaine

With banquetting and merriment,
	And, having usd them well,
He to their lord them safely sent,
	And willd them him to tell

That if he would be pleasd at last
	To beg of our good king
That he might pardon what was past,
	And him to favour bring,

He would surrender backe agen
	The money which before
Was taken by him and his men,
	From him and many more.

Poore men might safely passe by him,
	And some that way would chuse,
For well they knew that to helpe them
	He evermore did use.

But where he knew a miser rich,
	That did the poore oppresse,
To feele his coyne his hand did itch;
	Heede have it, more or lesse.

And sometimes, when the high-way fayld,
	Then he his courage rouses;
He and his men have oft assayld
	Such rich men in their houses.

So that, through dread of Robbin then
	And his adventurous crew,
The mizers kept great store of men,
	Which else maintaynd but few.

King Richard, of that name the first,
	Sirnamed Cuer de Lyon,
Went to defeate the Pagans curst,
	Who kept the coasts of Syon.

The Bishop of Ely, chancelor,
	Was left as vice-roy here,
Who like a potent emperor
	Did proudly domminere.

Our chronicles of him report
	That commonly he rode
With a thousand horse from court to court,
	Where he would make abode.

He, riding downe towards the north,
	With his aforesayd traine,
Robbin and his did issue forth,
	Them all to entertaine.

And, with the gallant gray-goose wing,
	They shewed to them such play,
That made their horses kicke and fling,
	And downe their riders lay.

Full glad and faine the bishop was,
	For all his thousand men,
To seeke what meanes he could to passé
	From out of Robbins ken.

Two hundred of his men were kild,
	And fourescore horses good;
Thirty, who did as captives yeeld,
	Were carryed to the greene wood.

Which afterwards were ransomed,
	For twenty markes a man;
The rest set spurres to horse, and fled
	To thtown of Warrington.

The bishop, sore enraged then,
	Did, in King Richards name,
Muster a power of northerne men,
	These outlawes bold to tame.

But Robbin, with his courtesie,
	So wonne the meaner sort,
That they were loath on him to try
	What rigor did import.

So that bold Robbin and his traine
	Did live unhurt of them,
Untill King Richard came againe
	From faire Jerusalem.

And then the talke of Robbin Hood
	His royall eares did fill;
His Grace admird that ith greene wood
	He thus continued still.

So that the country farre and neare
	Did give him great applause;
For none of them neede stand in feare,
	But such as broake the lawes.

He wished well unto the king,
	And prayed still for his health,
And never practised any thing
	Against the common wealth.

Onely, because he was undone
	By thcrewell clergie then,
All meanes that he could thinke upon
	To vex such kinde of men

He enterprized, with hatefull spleene;
	In which he was to blame,
For fault of some, to wreeke his teene
	On all that by him came.

With wealth which he by robbery got
	Eight almes-houses he built,
Thinking thereby to purge the blot
	Of blood which he had spilt.

Such was their blinde devotion then,
	Depending on their workes;
Which, if twere true, we Christian men
	Inferiour were to Turkes.

But, to speake true of Robbin Hood,
	And wrong him not a jot,
He never would shed any mans blood
	That him invaded not.

Nor would he injure husbandmen,
	That toyld at cart and plough;
For well he knew, weret not for them,
	To live no man knew how.

The king in person, with some lords,
	To Notingham did ride,
To try what strength and skill affords
	To crush these outlawes pride.

And, as he once before had done,
	He did againe proclaime,
What whosoere would take upon
	To bring to Notingham,

Or any place within the land,
	Rebellious Robbin Hood,
Should be prefered in place to stand
	With those of noble blood.

When Robbin Hood heard of the same,
	Within a little space,
Into the towne of Nottingham
	A letter to his Grace

He shot upon an arrow-head,
	One evening cunningly;
Which was brought to the king, and read
	Before his Majesty.

The tennour of this letter was
	That Robbin would submit,
And be true leigeman to his Grace,
	In any thing thats fit,

So that his Highnesse would forgive
	Him and his merry men all;
If not, he must ith greene wood live,
	And take what chance did fall.

The king would faine have pardoned him,
	But that some lords did say,
This president will much condemne
	Your Grace another day.

While that the king and lords did stay
	Debating on this thing,
Some of these outlawes fled away
	Unto the Scottish king.

For they supposd, if he were tane,
	Or to the king did yeeld,
By thcommons all the rest ons traine
	Full quickely would be quelld.

Of more than full a hundred men
	But forty tarryed still,
Who were resolvd to sticke to him,
	Let fortune worke her will.

If none had fled, all for his sake
	Had got their pardon free;
The king to favour meant to take
	His merry men and he.

But ere the pardon to him came,
	This famous archer dyd.
His death, and manner of the same,
	Ile presently describe.

For, being vext to thinke upon
	His followers revolt,
In melancholly passion
	He did recount their fault.

Perfideous traytors! sayd he then,
	In all your dangers past
Have I you guarded as my men
	To leave me thus at last?

This sad perplexity did cause
	A fever, as some say,
Which him unto confusion drawes,
	Though by a stranger way.

This deadly danger to prevent,
	He hide him with all speede 
Unto a nunnery, with intent
	For his healths sake to bleede.

A faithless fryer did pretend
	In love to let him blood;
But he by falshood wrought the end
	Of famous Robbin Hood.

The fryer, as some say, did this
	To vindicate the wrong
Which to the clergie he and his
	Had done by power strong.

Thus dyed he by trechery,
	Who could not dye by force;
Had he livd longer, certainely,
	King Richard, in remorse,

Had unto favour him receavd;
	He brave men elevated;
Tis pitty he was of life bereavd
	By one which he so hated.

A treacherous leech this fryer was,
	To let him bleed to death;
And Robbin was, me thinkes, an asse,
	To trust him with his breath.

His corpes the priores of the place,
 	The next day that he dyd,
Caused to be buried, in mean case,
	Close by the high-way side.

And over him she caused a stone
	To be fixed on the ground;
An epitaph was set thereon,
	Wherein his name was found.

The date oth yeare, and day also,
	Shee made to be set there,
That all who by the way did goe
	Might see it plaine appeare

That such a man as Robbin Hood
	Was buried in that place;
And how he lived in the greene wood,
	And robd there for a space.

It seems that though the clergy he
	Had put to mickle woe,
He should not quite forgotten be,
	Although he was their foe.

This woman, though she did him hate,
	Yet loved his memory;
And thought it wondrous pitty that
	His fame should with him dye.

This epitaph, as records tell,
	Within this hundred yeares
By many was discerned well,
	But time all things outweares.

His followers, when he was dead,
	Were some received to grace;
The rest to forraigne countries fled,
	And left their native place.

Although his funerall was but meane,
	This woman had in minde
Least his fame should be buried cleane
	From those that came behind.

For certainely, before nor since,
	No man ere understood,
Under the reigne of any prince,
	Of one like Robbin Hood.

Full thirteene yeares, and something more,
	These outlawes lived thus,
Feared of the rich, loved of the poore,
	A thing most marvelous.

A thing unpossible to us
	This story seemes to be;
None dares be now so venturous;
	But times are changd, we see.

We that live in these latter dayes
	Of civill government,
If neede be, have a hundred wayes
	Such outlawes to prevent.

In those dayes men more barbarous were,
	And lived lesse in awe;
Now, God be thanked! people feare
	More to offend the law.

No roaring guns were then in use,
	They dreamt of no such thing;
Our English men in fight did chuse
	The gallant gray-goose wing.

In which activity these men,
	Through practise, were so good,
That in those dayes non equald them,
	Specially Robbin Hood.

So that, it seems, keeping in caves,
	In woods and forrests thicke,
Theid beate a multitude with staves,
	Their arrowes did so pricke.

And none durst neare unto them come,
	Unlesse in courtesie;
All such he bravely would send home,
	With mirth and jollity.

Which courtesie won him such love,
	As I before have told;
Twas the cheefe cause that he did prove
	More prosperous than he could.

Let us be thankefull for these times
	Of plenty, truth and peace,
And leave our great and horrid crimes,
	Least they cause this to cease.

I know theres many fained tales
	Of Robbin Hood ands crew;
But chronicles, which seldome fayles,
	Reports this to be true.

Let none then thinke this a lye,
	For, if twere put to th worst,
They may the truth of all discry
	I thraigne of Richard the first.

If any reader please to try,
	As I direction show,
The truth of this brave history,
	Heele finde it true I know.

And I shall thinke my labour well
	Bestowed to purpose good,
Whent shall be sayd that I did tell
	True tales of Robbin Hood.



Martin Parker


Martin Parker's other poems:
  1. Sailors for My Money
  2. John and Joan, or, A Mad Couple Well Met
  3. When the King Enjoys His Own Again
  4. Times Alteration


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