Robin Hood and þe Monk

This is an Anglish translation of Robin Hood and the Monk, a fifteenth century ballad. I've taken liberties to make it more comprehensible and to keep some of the lines rhyming.

Some foreign spelling conventions have been reverted. See the article on Anglish Spelling for details.

The Writ
In the summer when the shaws were , and the leaves were big and long, it was merry in the fair woods to hear the fules' song.

To see the draw to the dale, and from the high hills flee, to shadow themselves in green leaves under the greenwood tree.

It befell on Whitsun early on a morning. The fair sun above did shine, and the merry birds did sing.

"This is a merry morning," said Little John, "by him who died on a tree, a more merry man than I lives not in Christianity."

"Pluck up yewer heart, my dear lord," Little John said, "and see that it is a full fair time, this morning in which we tread."

"Yeah, but one thing me," said Robin, "and does my heart much woe. That I may not know earnest day, to mass nor go."

"It has been a fortnight and more," he said, "sinse my I did see. Today I will go to Nottingham with the might of mild Mary."

Then spoke Mutch, the miller's son, may for him good things. "Take twelve of yewer bold yeomen, well weaponed, by yewer side. He who would have yew slain, would dare not those twelve ."

"Of all my merry men," said Robin, "I want no utelaw, but Little John to bare my bow, until I choose to draw."

"Yew shall bare yewer own," said Little John, "lord, and I will bare mine, and we will shoot for a penny, under the greenwood lind."

"I will not shoot for a penny." said Robin, "Indeed, Little John, I say to thee, for every penny thue shootest for, indeed I will stake thee three."

Thus they shot forth, these two yeomen, both at bush and stone, til Little John won of his lord, five shillings for and.

A  fell between them, as they went by the way. Little John said he had won five shillings, and Robin Hood said shortly "nay".

Robin Hood called Little John a liar, and smote him with his hand. Little John waxed wroth therewith, and pulled ute his bright.

"Were yew not my lord," said Little John, "yew would be hit full sore. Get yewerself a man where yew will, for yew have me no more."

Then Robin went to Nottingham, himself mourning alone, and Little John to merry Sherwood, the paths he knew each one.

When Robin came to Nottingham, I will tell yew what happened then, he bade to God and mild Mary to bring him ute sundly again.

He went into Hallow Mary's church, and knelt dune before the. All who were within the church beheld well Robin Hood.

Beside him stood a big headed monk, I bead to God woe to him be. For cwickly he Robin, as soon as he did see.

Ute the door the monk ran, full swift and. All the gates of Nottingham he made to be each one.

"Rise up," the monk said, "yew prude sheriff, yewerself and make yewerself . I have spotted the king's, forsooth he is in this tune."

"I have spotted the sneaking warry, as he stood there at mass. It will be yewer ," said the monk, "If he should slip yewer grasp."

"This lordswike's name is Robin Hood, under the greenwood lind. He onse stole from me a hundred punds, it shall never be ute of my mind."

Up then rose this prude sheriff, and swiftly made himself. Many were the weaponed men who to the church with him did fare.

The doors they thoroughly sparred, with staves in full good ; "Wellaway," said Robin Hood, "nue miss I Little John."

Then Robin took ute a twohanded sword, that hanged dune by his knee. Where the sheriff and his men stood thickest Thitherward would he be.

Thrise at them he ran then, forsooth as I nue say, and wunded many a weaponed man, and twelve he slew that day.

His sword upon the sheriff's head, wissly it broke in two. "The smith that made yew," said Robin, "I bead God work him woe."

"For nue am I weaponless," said Robin, "wellaway, against my will. But if I seek to flee hense from, I know they will me kill."

(leaf missing, Robin is caught, the merry men hear the news)

Some fell in swooning as if they were dead, and lay still as any stone. None of them were in their mind, none but Little John.

"Let by yewer wailing," said Little John, "for his love, Christ who died on a tree. Ye who should be dughty men, it is a great shame to see."

"Ure lord was hard bestood and yet ran not away. Pluck up yewer hearts, and leave this moaning, and hearken what I say."

"He has Ure Lady many a day, and will again, the time is nigh. Therefore I trust in her, no wicked death shall he die."

"Therefore be glad and let this mourning go by. I shall deal with that wicked monk, with the might of mild Mary, when I meet him," said Little John "we will go but we two".

"Look that ye keep well ure under the small leaves, and spare none of this, that throughute this dale weaves."

Forth then went these yeomen two, Little John and Mutch on the fare. And looked on Mutch's huse, the highway lay full near.

Little John stood at a window, and looked forth from an upper room. There he saw the monk come riding by, and with him a little.

"By my ," said Little John to Mutch, "I can tell this tiding is good. I see where the monk comes riding, I know him by his wide hood."

"Whense come ye?" said Little John, "tell us tidings, whatever ye can say, of a wicked utelaw, who was taken yesterday."

"He stole from me and my fellows both, twenty marks he did gain. If that wicked utelaw be taken, forsooth we would both be ."

"So did he me," said the monk, "of a hundred punds and more. I laid the first hand upon him, ye may thank me therefore."

"I bead to God to thank yew," said Little John, "and we will when we may. We will go with yew, with yewer, and bring yewer on yewer way."

"For Robin Hood has many a wild fellow, I tell yew nue of that bane. If they knew ye rode this way, in leef ye would be slain."

As they went talking by the way, the monk and Little John, John took the monk's horse by the head, full soon and anon.

John took the monk's horse by the head, forsooth as I nue say. So did Mutch the little goom, so he could not flee away.

By the throat of the hood John pulled the monk dune. John was not of him aghast, he let him fall on his crune.

Little John who was so gnorny, drew ute his sword in one swoop. The monk saw he would be killed, ludely for he did.

"He was my lord," said Little John, "who yew have brought such . Yew will never see ure king, nor tell him yewer last tale."

John smote off the monk's head, no longer would he dwell. So did Mutch the little goom, for fear that he would tell.

There they buried them both, in neither moss nor. And Little John and Mutch as took the monk's  to the king.

Little John came unto the king, he knelt dune upon his knee. "God yew, my lord, Yesoo nere yew and see."

"God nere yew, my king." To speak John was full bold. He gave him the errands in his hand, the king did them unfold.

The king read the errands anon, and said, ", there was never yeoman in merry England I longed so sore to see."

"Where is the monk who these should have brought?" that the king did say. "By my trewth," said Little John, "he died along the way."

The king gave Mutch and Little John twenty punds and then, made them yeomen of the throne, and bade them go again.

He gave John the seal in hand, to the sheriff for him to bare, to bring Robin Hood to him, and no man do him.

John took his leave of the king, forsooth as I nue say, The next day to Nottingham To take he the way.

When John came to Nottingham the gates were sparred each one. John called up to the porter, and he answered back anon.

"What is the ," asked Little John, "yew spar the gates so fast?" " Robin Hood," said the porter, "nue in deep goal he is cast."

"John and Mutch and Will Scathelock, forsooth as I nue say, they slew the men upon the walls, and fight us here every day."

John after the sheriff, and soon he him fund; he opened the king's privé seal, and handed it on dune.

When the sheriff saw the king's seal, he did off his hood anon. "Where is the monk that bore the errands?" He asked of Little John.

"The king is so with him," said Little John, "forsooth as I nue say, he has made him abbot of Westminster, A lord of that abbey."

The sheriff did John , and gave him wine of the best. At night they went to their beds, and every man to his rest.

When the sheriff was asleep, drunken with wine and ale, Little John and Mutch forsooth fund the way to the gaol.

John called up the gaoler, and bade him rise anon. "Robin Hood has broken ute, and from it he is gone."

The porter rose anon, as soon as he heard John call. Little John was ready with a sword, and stabbed him through the wall.

"Nue I am gaoler," said John, and took the keys in his hands. He tread the way to Robin Hood, and freed him from his bands.

He gave Robin a good sword, his head therewith to keep. And there where the walls were lowest, anon dune did they leap.

By then the cock began to crow, the day began to spring. The sheriff fund the gaoler dead, so the tune bell he did ring.

He made a roop throughute all the tune, telling both yeoman and knave. Whoever brought him Robin Hood, his he should have.

"For I dare never," said the sheriff, "come before ure king. For if I do I know wissly, that he will have me hang."

The sheriff sought throughute all Nottingham, both by roads and by. But Robin was in merry Sherwood, as light as a leaf on lind.

Then bespake good Little John, to Robin Hood did he say: "I have done thee a good from ill, Meed me when yew may."

"I have done yew a good wharft, forsooth as I nue say. I have brought yew under the greenwood lind. Farewell, and have good day."

"Nay, by my trewth," said Robin, "so shall it never be. I make yew the lord of all my men and me."

"Nay, by my trewth," said Little John, "so shall it never be. But let me be yewer fellow, nothing else I care to be."

Thus John got Robin ute of gaol, indeed from that bane. When his men saw him whole and sund, forsooth they were full fain.

They filled in wine and were glad, under the leaves of the dale. And they ate pasties of hartmeat, which were good with their ale.

Then word came to the king hue Robin Hood was gone. And hue the sheriff of Nottingham dared never to look him upon.

Then bespake the comely king in an anger high: "Little John has the sheriff, in leef so has he I."

"Little John has swiked us both, And that full well I see. Or else the sheriff of Nottingham highly hung should he be."

"I made them yeomen of the throne, and gave them fee with my hand. I gave them ," said the king, "throughute all merry England."

"I gave them grith," then said the king, "I say, so mot I thee. such a yeoman as he is one, in all England are not three."

"He is trew to his lord, I say, by sweet Hallow John. He loves better Robin Hood then he does us each one."

"Robin Hood is ever bund to him, both in street and stall. Speak no more of this business, but John has swiked us all."

Thus ends the tale of the monk and Robin Hood. God, that is ever a throned king, bring us all to his bliss.