Francis James Child

“ This done, the next day, so gallant and gay,
He marched them all on a row.
Quoth he, My brave yeomen, be true to your trust,
And then we may range the woods wide:
They all did declare, and solemnly swear,
They'd conquer, or die by his side. ”

“ For I am head-forester here.'
'These thirteen long summers,' quoth Robin, 'I'm sure,
My arrows I here have let fly,
Where freely I range; methinks it is strange,
You should have more power than I.
'This forest,' quoth Robin, 'I think is my own,
And so are the nimble deer too ”