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Won't you help support DayPoems? Robin Hood and the Bishop of HerefordBy Anonymous18th CenturyChild Ballad 144 Others they may tell you of bold Robin Hood, Derry, derry, down! Or else of the barons bold, But I'll tell you how they served the Bishop, When they robbed him of his gold. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! Robin Hood, he dressed him in shepherd's attire, Derry, derry, down! And six of his men also, And, when the Bishop he did come by, They around the fire did go. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! 'We are but poor shepherds' quoth bold Robin Hood, Derry, derry, down! 'And keep sheep all the year, But we've resolved to taste to-day Of the best of our King's deer.' Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! 'Thou'rt a merry fellow;' the old Bishop said, Derry, derry, down! 'The King of thy deeds shall know; Therefore make haste, come along with me, For before the King shalt go!' Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! Robin Hood he set then his back to an oak, Derry, derry, down! His foot against a thorn, And underneath from his shepherd's cloak Pulled out a bugle horn. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! Robin put the small end against his lips, Derry, deny, down! And loudly a blast did blow, Till full six score of his trusty men Came a-running on a row. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! 'What's the matter, master?' says Little John, Derry, derry, down! 'You call us so hastily.' 'Oh! here's the Bishop of Hereford, For to-day he passes by.' Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! Robin Hood he took then the old Bishop's hand, Derry, derry, down! And led him to gay Barnsdale, And made him sup at his board that night, Where they drank wine, beer, and ale. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! 'Call me in the reck'ning' the Bishop then said, Derry, derry, down! 'I'm sure it's growing high:' 'Lend me your purse, Sir' said Little John, "And I'll tell you by and bye:' Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! Little John he took then the old Bishop's cloak, Derry, derry, down! And spread it upon the ground, And from the Bishop his portmanteau He told five hundred pound. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! Little John he took then the old Bishop's hand, Derry, derry, down! And called for the pipes to play, And made the Bishop to dance in his boots; He went gladly so his way. Derry down! Hey! Derry, derry, down! DayPoems Poem No. 2525 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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