Francis James Child

“ That traitor Robin Hood.'
The old woman he set on a milk-white steed,
Himselfe on a dapple-gray,
And for joy he had got Robin Hood,
He went laughing all the way.
But as they were riding the forrest along,
The Bishop he chanc'd for to see
A hundred brave bow-men bold
Stand under the green-wood tree.
'O who is yonder,' the Bishop then said,
'That's ranging within yonder wood?'
'Marry,' says the old woman, 'I think it to be
A man calld Robin Hood.'
'Why, who art thou,' the Bishop he said,
'Which I have here with me?'
'Why, I am an old woman, thou cuckoldly bishop ”

“ Lift up my leg and see.'
'Then woe is me,' the Bishop he said,
'That ever I saw this day!'
He turnd hum about, but Robin so stout
Calld him, and bid him stay.
Then Robin took hold of the Bishops horse,
And ty'd him fast to a tree ”