No. 134: Robin Hood and the Beggar, II
[There are no known traditional US or Canadian versions of this ballad; also- no known recordings.]
CONTENTS:
1. Child's Narrative
2. Footnotes (There are no footnotes)
3. Brief (Kittredge)
4. Child's Ballad Text A a. (There are changes to make the additional text A b in End-Notes.)
5. Endnotes
ATTACHED PAGES (see left hand column):
1. Recordings & Info: 134. Robin Hood and the Beggar, II
A. Roud No. 3392: Robin Hood & the Beggar (7 Listings)
2. Sheet Music: (Bronson's traditional music versions and other versions)
3. English and Other Versions (Including Child versions A with additional notes)]
Child's Narative: Robin Hood and the Beggar, II
A. a. 'The History of Robin Hood and the Beggar,' Aberdeen, Printed by and for A. Keith: Bodleian Library, Douce, HH 88. pasted between pp 68, 69 of Robin Hood's Garland, London, C. Dicey. A. Keith of Aberdeen printed from 1810 to 1835.
b. 'A pretty dialogue betwixt Robin Hood and a Beggar,' Newcastle, in Ritson's Robin Hood, 1795, I, 97.
a is printed by Gutch, Robin Hood, II, 230, with deviations. Of b Ritson says: The corruptions of the press being equally numerous and minute, some of the most trifling have been corrected without notice. Despite the corruptions, b is, in some readings, preferable to a. Motherwell, Minstrelsy, p. xliii, says that pretty early stall copies were printed both at Aberdeen and Glasgow.
Robin Hood attempts to stop a beggar, from whom he thinks he may get some money. The beggar gives no heed to his summons, but hies on. Robin, getting a surly answer upon a second essay, says that if there be but a farthing he will have it, orders the beggar to loose the strings of his pocks, and threatens him with an arrow. The beggar defies him, and upon Robin's drawing his bow, reaches him such a stroke with a staff that bow and arrow are broken to bits. Robin takes to his sword; the beggar lights on his hand with his staff and disables him completely, then follows in with lusty blows, till Robin falls in a swoon. The beggar moves on with entire unconcern. Three of Robin's men come by and revive him with water. Their master tells them of his disgrace; he had never been in so hard a place in forty year. He bids them bring the beggar back or slay him. Two of the three will be enough for that, they say, and one shall stay with him. Two set forth, accordingly, with a caution to be wary, take a short cut, which brings them out ahead of the beggar, and leap on him from a hiding, one gripping his staff and the other putting a dagger to his breast. The beggar sues for his life in vain; they will bind him and will take him back to their master, to be slain or hanged. He offers them a hundred pound and more for his liberty. They decide together to take the money, and say nothing about it, simply reporting that they have killed the old carl. The beggar spreads his cloak on the ground and many a pock on it; then, standing between them and the wind, takes a great bag of meal from his neck and flings the meal into their eyes. Having thus blinded them, he seizes his staff, which they had stuck in the ground, and gives each of them a dozen. The young men take to their heels, the beggar calling after them to stop for their pay. Robin, after a jest at the meal on their cloaths, makes them tell how they have fared. We are shamed, forever, he cries; but smiles to see that they have had their taste of the beggar's tree.
This tale is rightly called by Ritson a North Country composition of some antiquity, "perhaps Scottish." Fragments of Robin Hood ballads, Motherwell informs us, were traditionally extant in his day which had not (and have not) found their way into printed collections, and we know from very early testimony that such ballads were current in Scotland. This is by far the best of the Robin Hood ballads of the secondary, so to speak cyclic, period. It has plenty of homely humor, but the heroic sentiment is gone. It does not belong to the iron, the cast-iron, age of Robin Hood's Birth, Breeding, etc.; but neither does it belong to the golden age of Robin Hood and the Monk, or the Gest. It would be no gain to have Thersites drubbing Odysseus. Robin finds his match, for the nonce, in the Potter, but he does not for that depute two of his men to be the death of the Potter. It never occurred to Little John and Much to get a hundred pound from a beggar, kill him, and pocket the money.
A story resembling that of the second part of this ballad occurs, as Ritson has observed, in Le moyen de parvenir, "1739, I, 304;" II, 94, London, 1786; p. 171, Paris, 1841. A friar encounters two footpads, who offer to relieve him of the burden of his frock. He asks them to let him take it off peaceably, puts his staff under his foot, takes off the frock and throws it before them. While one of the pair stoops to get it, the friar picks up the staff and hits the knave a blow which sends him headlong; the other runs off.
Translated by Anastasius Grün, p. 180.
Brief Description by George Lyman Kittredge
This tale is rightly called by Ritson a North Country composition of some antiquity, "perhaps Scottish." Fragments of Robin Hood ballads, Motherwell informs us, were traditionally extant in his day which had not (and have not) found their way into printed collections, and we know from very early testimony that such ballads were current in Scotland. This is by far the best of the Robin Hood ballads of the secondary, so to speak cyclic, period. It has plenty of homely humor, but the heroic sentiment is gone. It does not belong to the iron, the cast-iron, age of 'Robin Hood's Birth, Breeding,' etc. (No, 149); but neither does it belong to the golden age of 'Robin Hood and the Monk,' or the Gest.
Child's Ballad Text
'The History of Robin Hood and the Beggar'- Version A a.;Child 134 Robin Hood and the Beggar, II
a. 'The History of Robin Hood and the Beggar,' Aberdeen, Printed by and for A. Keith: Bodleian Library, Douce, HH 88. pasted between pp 68, 69 of Robin Hood's Garland, London, C. Dicey. A. Keith of Aberdeen printed from 1810 to 1835.
b. 'A pretty dialogue betwixt Robin Hood and a Beggar,' Newcastle, in Ritson's Robin Hood, 1795, I, 97.
1 Lyth and listen, gentlemen,
That's come of high born blood;
I'll tell you of a brave booting
That befel Robin Hood.
2 Robin Hood upon a day,
He went forth him alone,
And as he came from Barnesdale
Into a fair evening.
3 He met a beggar on the way,
That sturdily could gang;
He had a pike-staff in his hand,
That was baith stark and strang.
4 A clouted cloak about him was,
That held him from the cold;
The thinnest bit of it, I guess,
Was more than twenty fold.
5 His meal-pock hang about his neck,
Into a leathern fang,
Well fasteneg with a broad buckle,
That was both stark and strang.
6 He had three hats upon his head,
Together sticked fast;
He cared neither for wind nor weet,
In lands wherever he past.
7 Good Robin coost him in his way,
To see what he might be;
If any beggar had money,
He thought some part had he.
8 'Tarry, tarry,' good Robin says,
'Tarry, and speak with me;'
He heard him as he heard [him] not,
And fast his way can hie.
9 'It be's not so,' says good Robin,
'Nay, thou must tarry still;'
'By my troth,' says the bold beggar,
'Of that I have no will.
10 'it is far to my lodging-house,
And it is growing late;
If they have supt ere I come in,
I will look wondrous blate.'
11 'Now, by my troth,' says good Robin,
'I see well by thy fare,
If thou chear well to thy supper,
Of mine thou takes no care;
12 'Who wants my dinner all the day,
And wots not where to lie,
And should I to the tavern go,
I want money to buy.
13 'Sir, thou must lend me some money,
Till we two meet again:'
The beggar answerd cankerdly,
I have no money to lend.
14 Thou art as young a man as I,
And seems to be as sweer;
If thou fast till thou get from me,
Thou shalt eat none this year.
15 'Now, by my troth,' says good Robin,
'Since we are sembled so,
If thou have but a small farthing,
I'll have it ere thou go.
16 Therefore, lay down thy clouted cloak,
And do no longer stand,
And loose the strings of all thy pocks:
I'll ripe them with my hand.
17 'And now to thee I make a vow,
If thou make any din,
I shall see if a broad arrow
Can pierce a beggar's skin.'
18 The beggar smil'd, and answer made:
Far better let me be;
Think not that I will be afraid
For thy nip crooked tree.
19 Or that I fear thee any whit
For thy curn nips of sticks;
I know no use for them so meet
As to be pudding-pricks.
20 Here I defy thee to do me ill,
For all thy boistrous fare;
Thou's get nothing from me but ill,
Would thou seek it evermair.
21 Good Robin bent his noble bow —
He was an angry man —
And in it set a broad arrow;
Yet er 'twas drawn a span.
22 The beggar, with his noble tree,
Reacht him so round a rout
That his bow and his broad arrow
In flinders flew about.
23 Good Robin bound him to his brand,
But that provd likewise vain;
The beggar lighted on his hand
With his pike-staff again.
24 I wot he might not draw a sword
For forty days and more;
Good Robin could not speak a word,
His heart was never so sore.
25 He could not fight, he could not flee,
He wist not what to do;
The beggar, with his noble tree,
Laid lusty flaps him to.
26 He paid good Robin back and side,
And beft him up and down,
And with his pike-staff still on laid
Till he fell in a swoon.
27 'Fy! stand up, man,' the beggar said,
''Tis shame to go to rest;
Stay still till thou get thy mony [told],
I think it were the best.
28 'And syne go to the tavern-house,
And buy both wine and ale;
Hereat thy friends will crack full crouse,
Thou has been at a dale.'
29 Good Robin answerd never a word,
But lay still as a stane;
His cheeks were white as any clay,
And closed were his eyne.
30 The beggar thought him dead but fail,
And boldly bownd away;
I would you had been at the dale,
And gotten part of the play.
31 Now three of Robin's men, by chance,
Came walking on the way,
And found their master in a trance,
On ground where he did lie.
32 Up have they taken good Robin,
Making a piteous bier,
Yet saw they no man there at whom
They might the matter spear.
33 They looked him all round about,
But wounds on him saw none,
Yet at his mouth came bocking out
The blood of a good vein.
34 Cold water they have taken syne,
And cast into his face;
Then he began to lift his eyne,
And spake within short space.
35 'Tell us, dear master,' says his men,
'How with you stands the case?'
Good Robin sighd ere he began
To tell of his disgrace.
36 'I have been watchman in this wood
Near hand this forty year,
Yet I was never so hard bestead
As you have found me here.
37 'A beggar with a clouted cloak,
In whom I feard no ill,
Hath with a pike-staff clawed my back;
I fear 't shall never be well.
38 'See, where he goes out oer yon hill,
With hat upon his head;
If ever you lovd your master well,
Go now revenge this deed.
39 'And bring him back again to me,
If it lie in your might,
That I may see, before I die,
Him punisht in my sight.
40 'And if you may not bring him back,
Let him not go loose on;
For to us all it were great shame
If he escapt again.'
41 'One of us shall with you remain,
Because you're ill at ease;
The other two shall bring him back,
To use him as you please.'
42 'Now, by my troth,' says good Robin,
'I trow there's enough said;
If he get scouth to weild his tree,
I fear you'll both be paid.'
43 'Be ye not feard, our good master,
That we two can be dung
With any blutter base beggar,
That hath nought but a rung.
44 'His staff shall stand him in no stead;
That you shall shortly see;
But back again he shall be led,
And fast bound shall he be,
To see if you will have him slain,
Or hanged on a tree.'
45 'But cast you slily in his way,
Before he be aware,
And on his pike-staff first lay hands;
You'll speed the better far.'
46 Now leave we Robin with his man,
Again to play the child,
And learn himself to stand and gang
By haulds, for all his eild.
47 Now pass we to the bold beggar,
That raked oer the hill,
Who never mended his pace no more
Nor he had done no ill.
48 The young men knew the country well,
So soon where he would be,
And they have taken another way,
Was nearer by miles three.
49 They rudely ran with all their might,
Spar'd neither dub nor mire,
They stirred neither at laigh nor hight,
No travel made them tire,
50 Till they before the beggar wan,
And coost them in his way;
A little wood lay in a glen,
And there they both did stay.
51 They stood up closely by a tree,
In ilk side of the gate,
Until the beggar came them to,
That thought not of such fate.
52 And as he was betwixt them past,
They leapt upon him baith;
The one his pike-staff gripped fast,
They feared for its scaith.
53 The other he held in his sight
A drawn dirk to his breast,
And said, False carl, quit thy staff,
Or I shall be thy priest.
54 His pike-staff they have taken him frae,
And stuck it in the green;
He was full leath to let [it] gae,
If better might have been.
55 The beggar was the feardest man
Of one that ever might be;
To win away no way he can,
Nor help him with his tree.
56 He wist not wherefore he was tane,
Nor how many was there;
He thought his life-days had been gone,
And grew into despair.
57 'Grant me my life,' the beggar said,
'For him that died on tree,
And take away that ugly knife,
Or then for fear I'll die.
58 'I grievd you never in all my life,
By late nor yet by ayre;
Ye have great sin,if ye should slay
A silly poor beggar.'
59 'Thou lies, false lown,' they said again,
'By all that may be sworn;
Thou hast near slain the gentlest man
That ever yet was born.
60 'And back again thou shalt be led,
And fast bound shalt thou be,
To see if he will have thee slain,
Or hanged on a tree.'
61 The beggar then thought all was wrong;
They were set for his wrack;
He saw nothing appearing then
But ill upon worse back.
62 Were he out of their hands, he thought,
And had again his tree,
He should not be had back for nought,
With such as he did see.
63 Then he bethought him on a wile,
If it could take effect,
How he the young men might beguile,
And give them a begeck.
64 Thus for to do them shame or ill
His beastly breast was bent;
He found the wind grew something shril,
To further his intent.
65 He said, Brave gentlemen, be good,
And let the poor man be;
When ye have taken a beggar's blood,
It helps you not a flee.
66 It was but in my own defence,
If he hath gotten skaith;
But I will make a recompence,
Much better for you baith.
67 If ye will set me safe and free,
And do me no danger,
An hundred pounds I will you give,
And much more good silver.
68 That I have gathered these many years,
Under this clouted cloak,
And hid up wonder privately,
In bottom of my pock.
69 The young men to a council yeed,
And let the beggar gae;
They wist how well he had no speed
From them to run away.
70 They thought they would the money take,
Come after what so may,
And then they would not bring him back,
But in that part him slay.
71 By that good Robin would not know
That they had gotten coin;
It would content him for to show
That there they had him slain.
72 They said, False carl, soon have done
And tell forth that money;
For the ill turn thou hast done
'Tis but a simple fee.
73 And yet we will not have thee back,
Come after what so may,
If thou will do that which thou spake,
And make us present pay.
74 O then loosd his clouted cloak,
And spread it on the ground,
And thereon he laid many a pock,
Betwixt them and the wind.
75 He took a great bag from his hase;
It was near full of meal;
Two pecks in it at least there was,
And more, I wot full well.
76 Upon his cloak he laid it down,
The mouth he opend wide,
To turn the same he made him bown,
The young men ready spy'd.
77 In every hand he took a nook
Of that great leathern meal,
And with a fling the meal he shook
Into their faces hail.
78 Wherewith he blinded them so close
A stime they could not see;
And then in heart he did rejoice,
And clapt his lusty tree.
79 He thought, if he had done them wrong
In mealing of their cloaths,
For to strike off the meal again
With his pike-staff he goes.
80 Or any one of them could red their eyne,
Or yet a glimmering could see,
Ilk ane of them a dozen had,
Well laid on with the tree.
81 The young men were right swift of foot,
And boldly ran away;
The beggar could them no more hit,
For all the haste he may.
82 'What ails this haste?' the beggar said,
'May ye not tarry still,
Until your money be receivd?
I'll pay you with good will.
83 'The shaking of my pocks, I fear,
Hath blown into your eyne;
But I have a good pike-staff here
Will ripe them out full clean.'
84 The young men answerd neer a word,
They were dumb as a stane;
In the thick wood the beggar fled,
Eer they riped their eyne.
85 And syne the night became so late,
To seek him was but vain:
But judge ye, if they looked blate
When they came home again.
86 Good Robin speard how they had sped;
They answerd him, Full ill;
'That cannot be,' good Robin says;
'Ye have been at the mill.
87 'The mill is a meatrif place,
They may lick what they please;
Most like ye have been at that art,
Who would look to your cloaths.'
88 They hangd their heads, and droped down,
A word they could not speak:
Robin said, Because I fell a-swoon,
I think you'll do the like.
89 Tell on the matter, less and more,
And tell me what and how
Ye have done with the bold beggar
I sent you for right now.
90 And then they told him to an end,
As I have said before,
How that the beggar did them blind,
What misters process more.
91 And how he lin'd their shoulders broad
With his great trenchen tree,
And how in the thick wood he fled,
Eer they a stime could see.
92 And how they scarcely could win home,
Their bones were beft so sore:
Good Robin cry'd, Fy! out, for shame!
We're sham'd for evermore.
93 Altho good Robin would full fain
Of his wrong revenged be,
He smil'd to see his merry young men
Had gotten a taste of the tree.
End-Notes
a. The History of Robin Hood and the Beggar: in two Parts. Part I: Shewing how Robin Hood, in attempting to rob a Beggar near Barnesdale, was shamefully defeated, and left for dead, till taken up by three of his men. Part II: How the beggar blinded two of his men with a bag of meal, who were sent to kill him or bring him back.
Title prefixed to the ballad: Robin Hood and the Beggar.
In stanzas of two long lines.
After 30: The Second Part.
223. arrows.
301. but sail: that is, but fail.
383. you for your.
412. ill a case: which perhaps should be retained.
461. and for with.
464. the eild.
483. a another.
514. fate: b, late, that is, let.
533. quite.
654. fly: b, flee.
773. sling: that is, fling.
793. strick.
892. where and.
b. In stanzas of two long lines.
Some of these readings may be Ritson's corrections.
12. That be.
24. a wanting.
32. Who for That.
42. frae the.
52. whang.
53. to a.
71. cast.
83. heard him not.
84. on his.
91. 'Tisbe.
93. said.
113. snares well.
114. dost not care.
121. all this.
123. would I.
131. you must.
132. two wanting.
141. art a.
152. asembled.
153. has.
161. Come lay.
173. if wanting.
204. Wouldst: it wanting.
214. Lo eer.
223. arrow.
242,4. mair, sair.
253. flaps.
262. baift.
263. laid on loud for still on laid.
271. Fy wanting.
273. still till: money told.
284. hast been at the.
293. pale for white.
301. but fail.
302. his way.
303. ye.
312. by the.
314. where that he lay.
332. wound.
341. gotten for taken.
342. unto.
343. to hitch his ear.
344. speak.
351. said.
362. this twenty.
364. ye.
372. Of whom.
373. with his.
374. 'twill.
381. out wanting.
383. eer ye.
404. escape.
412. ill at ease.
423. And he.
431. ye, good wanting.
434. has.
446. ye.
453. hands lay.
454. Ye.
461. with his.
464. his eild.
473. no wanting.
474. Then he.
481,2. wanting.
491. They stoutly.
493. They started at neither how nor height.
502. cast them.
512. In each.
513. them nigh.
514. thought of no such late.
543. let it.
544. An better might it been.
552. any for one.
561. Nor wist he.
564. He for And.
572. on the.
573. And hold.
574. Or else.
582. Neither by late or air.
583. You have great sin if you would.
592. For all.
594. Of one that eer.
601. shall.
623. led back.
633. he might the young men.
634. gave them a begack.
641. for wanting: for ill.
643. blew for grew.
652. a poor.
654. flee.
662. has.
664. Is better.
671. fair and.
672. no more dear.
674. odd for good.
681. this.
691. to the.
693. full well.
703. And yet: not take.
704. that place.
713. for wanting.
722. forth thy.
723. turn that.
724. It's: plee for fee.
743. lay he.
751. half, that is, half.
761. this cloak: set it.
763. bound.
772. hag for meal.
773. fling.
774. face all hail.
792. cloath.
793. strike.
801. Eer any of.
802. Or a glimmering might.
804. with his.
812. boldly bound.
821. What's all this.
822. May not thou.
834. Can ripe.
852. in vain.
871. meat rife part.
873. at the.
874. at your.
881. they drooped.
882. a sound.
884. ye.
891. less or.
892. what and.
901. And when.
904. presses for process.
911,2. wanting.
913. woods.
922. were baste.
932. his wrath.