142LITTLE JOHN A BEGGING

142LITTLE JOHN A BEGGING

A.Percy MS., p. 20; Hales and Furnivall, I, 47.

B.‘Little John and the Four Beggers.’a.Wood, 401, leaf 33 b.b.Garland of 1663, No 16.c.Garland of 1670, No 15.d.Pepys, II, 119, No 105.

Bis also in the Roxburghe collection, III, 10.

B ais printed in Ritson’s Robin Hood, 1795, II, 128. Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 196 follows the Aldermary garland.

A.Little John, meaning to go a begging, induces an old mendicant to change clothes with him and to give him some hints how to conduct himself. Thus prepared he attempts to attach himself to three palmers, who, however, do not covet his company. One of the palmers gives John a whack on the head. We may conjecture, from the course of the story inB, that John serves them all accordingly, and takes from them so much money that, if he had kept on in this way, he might, as he says, have bought churches.

The beginning ofAis very like that of Robin Hood rescuing Three Squires,A; but the disguise is for a different object. We are reminded again of Hind Horn, and particularly of versionsC,G,H, in which the beggar, after change of clothes, is asked for instructions.

B.John is deputed by Robin to go a begging, and asks to be provided with staff, coat, and bags. He joins four sham beggars, one of whom takes him a knock on the crown. John makes the dumb to speak and the halt to run, and bangs them against the wall, then gets from one’s cloak three hundred pound, and from another’s bag three hundred and three, which he thinks is doing well enough to warrant his return to Sherwood.

Bis translated by Anastasius Grün, p. 155.

Percy MS., p. 20; Hales and Furnivall, I, 47.

*       *       *       *       *1.    .    .    .    .    .    ..    .    .    .    .    .    ..    .    .    . beggar,’ he sayes,‘With none such fellows as thee.’2‘I am not in iest,’ said Litle Iohn,‘I sweare all by the roode;Change with mee,’ said Little Iohn,‘And I will giue thee some boote.’3But he has gotten on this old mans gowne,It reacht not to his wrist;‘Christ’s curse on’s hart,’ said Litle Iohn,‘That thinkes my gowne amisse.’4But he has gotten on this old mans shoes,Are clouted nine fold about;‘Beshrew his hart,’ says Litle Iohn,‘That bryer or thorne does doubt.5‘Wilt teach me some phrase of thy begging?’ says Iohn;‘I pray thee, tell it mee,How I may be as beggar-likeAs any in my companie.’6‘Thou must goe two foote on a staffe,The third vpon a tree;Full loud that thou must cry and fare,When nothing ayleth thee.’7But Iohn he walket the hills soe high,Soe did [he] the hills soe browne;The ready way that he cold takeWas towards Nottingham towne.8But as he was on the hills soe high,He mett with palmers three;Sayes, God you saue, my brethren all,Now God you saue and see!9This seuen yeere I haue you sought;Before I cold neuer you see!Said they, Wee had leuer such a cankred carleWere neuer in our companie.10But one of them tooke Litle Iohn on his head,The blood ran over his eye;Little Iohn turned him twise about.    .    .    .    .    .    .*       *       *       *       *11‘If I .    .    .    .    .    .    .As I haue beene but one day,I shold haue purcchased three of the best churchesThat stands by any highway.’

*       *       *       *       *1.    .    .    .    .    .    ..    .    .    .    .    .    ..    .    .    . beggar,’ he sayes,‘With none such fellows as thee.’2‘I am not in iest,’ said Litle Iohn,‘I sweare all by the roode;Change with mee,’ said Little Iohn,‘And I will giue thee some boote.’3But he has gotten on this old mans gowne,It reacht not to his wrist;‘Christ’s curse on’s hart,’ said Litle Iohn,‘That thinkes my gowne amisse.’4But he has gotten on this old mans shoes,Are clouted nine fold about;‘Beshrew his hart,’ says Litle Iohn,‘That bryer or thorne does doubt.5‘Wilt teach me some phrase of thy begging?’ says Iohn;‘I pray thee, tell it mee,How I may be as beggar-likeAs any in my companie.’6‘Thou must goe two foote on a staffe,The third vpon a tree;Full loud that thou must cry and fare,When nothing ayleth thee.’7But Iohn he walket the hills soe high,Soe did [he] the hills soe browne;The ready way that he cold takeWas towards Nottingham towne.8But as he was on the hills soe high,He mett with palmers three;Sayes, God you saue, my brethren all,Now God you saue and see!9This seuen yeere I haue you sought;Before I cold neuer you see!Said they, Wee had leuer such a cankred carleWere neuer in our companie.10But one of them tooke Litle Iohn on his head,The blood ran over his eye;Little Iohn turned him twise about.    .    .    .    .    .    .*       *       *       *       *11‘If I .    .    .    .    .    .    .As I haue beene but one day,I shold haue purcchased three of the best churchesThat stands by any highway.’

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1.    .    .    .    .    .    ..    .    .    .    .    .    ..    .    .    . beggar,’ he sayes,‘With none such fellows as thee.’

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‘With none such fellows as thee.’

2‘I am not in iest,’ said Litle Iohn,‘I sweare all by the roode;Change with mee,’ said Little Iohn,‘And I will giue thee some boote.’

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‘I am not in iest,’ said Litle Iohn,

‘I sweare all by the roode;

Change with mee,’ said Little Iohn,

‘And I will giue thee some boote.’

3But he has gotten on this old mans gowne,It reacht not to his wrist;‘Christ’s curse on’s hart,’ said Litle Iohn,‘That thinkes my gowne amisse.’

3

But he has gotten on this old mans gowne,

It reacht not to his wrist;

‘Christ’s curse on’s hart,’ said Litle Iohn,

‘That thinkes my gowne amisse.’

4But he has gotten on this old mans shoes,Are clouted nine fold about;‘Beshrew his hart,’ says Litle Iohn,‘That bryer or thorne does doubt.

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But he has gotten on this old mans shoes,

Are clouted nine fold about;

‘Beshrew his hart,’ says Litle Iohn,

‘That bryer or thorne does doubt.

5‘Wilt teach me some phrase of thy begging?’ says Iohn;‘I pray thee, tell it mee,How I may be as beggar-likeAs any in my companie.’

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‘Wilt teach me some phrase of thy begging?’ says Iohn;

‘I pray thee, tell it mee,

How I may be as beggar-like

As any in my companie.’

6‘Thou must goe two foote on a staffe,The third vpon a tree;Full loud that thou must cry and fare,When nothing ayleth thee.’

6

‘Thou must goe two foote on a staffe,

The third vpon a tree;

Full loud that thou must cry and fare,

When nothing ayleth thee.’

7But Iohn he walket the hills soe high,Soe did [he] the hills soe browne;The ready way that he cold takeWas towards Nottingham towne.

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But Iohn he walket the hills soe high,

Soe did [he] the hills soe browne;

The ready way that he cold take

Was towards Nottingham towne.

8But as he was on the hills soe high,He mett with palmers three;Sayes, God you saue, my brethren all,Now God you saue and see!

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But as he was on the hills soe high,

He mett with palmers three;

Sayes, God you saue, my brethren all,

Now God you saue and see!

9This seuen yeere I haue you sought;Before I cold neuer you see!Said they, Wee had leuer such a cankred carleWere neuer in our companie.

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This seuen yeere I haue you sought;

Before I cold neuer you see!

Said they, Wee had leuer such a cankred carle

Were neuer in our companie.

10But one of them tooke Litle Iohn on his head,The blood ran over his eye;Little Iohn turned him twise about.    .    .    .    .    .    .

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But one of them tooke Litle Iohn on his head,

The blood ran over his eye;

Little Iohn turned him twise about

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11‘If I .    .    .    .    .    .    .As I haue beene but one day,I shold haue purcchased three of the best churchesThat stands by any highway.’

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‘If I .    .    .    .    .    .    .

As I haue beene but one day,

I shold haue purcchased three of the best churches

That stands by any highway.’

a.Wood, 401, leaf 33 b.b.Garland of 1663, No 16.c.Garland of 1670, No 15.d.Pepys, II, 119, No 105.

1All you that delight to spend some timeWith a hey down down a down downA merry song for to sing,Vnto me draw neer, and you shall hearHow Little John went a begging.2As Robin Hood walked the forrest along,And all his yeomandree,Sayes Robin, Some of you must a begging go,And, Little John, it must be thee.3Sayes John, If I must a begging go,I will have a palmers weed,With a staff and a coat, and bags of all sort,The better then I shall speed.4Come, give me now a bag for my bread,And another for my cheese,And one for a peny, when as I get any,That nothing I may leese.5Now Little John he is a begging gone,Seeking for some relief;But of all the beggers he met on the way,Little John he was the chief.6But as he was walking himself alone,Four beggers he chanced to spy,Some deaf, and some blind, and some came behind;Says John, Here’s brave company!7‘Good-morrow,’ said John, ‘my brethren dear,Good fortune I had you to see;Which way do you go? pray let me know,For I want some company.8‘O what is here to do?’ then said Little John,‘Why rings all these bells?’ said he;‘What dog is a hanging? come, let us be ganging,That we the truth may see.’9‘Here is no dog a hanging,’ then one of them said,‘Good fellow, we tell unto thee;But here is one dead wil give us cheese and bred,And it may be one single peny.’10‘We have brethren in London,’ another he said,‘So have we in Coventry,In Barwick and Dover, and all the world over,But nere a crookt carril like thee.11‘Therefore stand thee back, thou crooked carel,And take that knock on the crown;’‘Nay,’ said Little John, ‘I’le not yet be gone,For a bout will I have with you round.12‘Now have at you all,’ then said Little John,‘If you be so full of your blows;Fight on, all four, and nere give ore,Whether you be friends or foes.’13John nipped the dumb, and made him to rore,And the blind that could not see,And he that a cripple had been seven years,He made him run faster then he.14And flinging them all against the wall,With many a sturdie bang,It made John sing, to hear the gold ring,Which against the walls cryed twang.15Then he got out of the beggers cloakThree hundred pound in gold;‘Good fortune had I,’ then said Little John,‘Such a good sight to behold.’16But what found he in a beggers bag,But three hundred pound and three?‘If I drink water while this doth last,Then an ill death may I dye!17‘And my begging-trade I will now give ore,My fortune hath bin so good;Therefore I’le not stay, but I will awayTo the forrest of merry Sherwood.’18And when to the forrest of Sherwood he came,He quickly there did seeHis master good, bold Robin Hood,And all his company.19‘What news? What news?’ then said Robin Hood,‘Come, Little John, tell unto me;How hast thou sped with thy beggers trade?For that I fain would see.’20‘No news but good,’ then said Little John,‘With begging ful wel I have sped;Six hundred and three I have here for thee,In silver and gold so red.’21Then Robin took Little John by the hand,And danced about the oak-tree:‘If we drink water while this doth last,Then an il death may we die!’22So to conclude my merry new song,All you that delight it to sing,’Tis of Robin Hood, that archer good,And how Little John went a begging.

1All you that delight to spend some timeWith a hey down down a down downA merry song for to sing,Vnto me draw neer, and you shall hearHow Little John went a begging.2As Robin Hood walked the forrest along,And all his yeomandree,Sayes Robin, Some of you must a begging go,And, Little John, it must be thee.3Sayes John, If I must a begging go,I will have a palmers weed,With a staff and a coat, and bags of all sort,The better then I shall speed.4Come, give me now a bag for my bread,And another for my cheese,And one for a peny, when as I get any,That nothing I may leese.5Now Little John he is a begging gone,Seeking for some relief;But of all the beggers he met on the way,Little John he was the chief.6But as he was walking himself alone,Four beggers he chanced to spy,Some deaf, and some blind, and some came behind;Says John, Here’s brave company!7‘Good-morrow,’ said John, ‘my brethren dear,Good fortune I had you to see;Which way do you go? pray let me know,For I want some company.8‘O what is here to do?’ then said Little John,‘Why rings all these bells?’ said he;‘What dog is a hanging? come, let us be ganging,That we the truth may see.’9‘Here is no dog a hanging,’ then one of them said,‘Good fellow, we tell unto thee;But here is one dead wil give us cheese and bred,And it may be one single peny.’10‘We have brethren in London,’ another he said,‘So have we in Coventry,In Barwick and Dover, and all the world over,But nere a crookt carril like thee.11‘Therefore stand thee back, thou crooked carel,And take that knock on the crown;’‘Nay,’ said Little John, ‘I’le not yet be gone,For a bout will I have with you round.12‘Now have at you all,’ then said Little John,‘If you be so full of your blows;Fight on, all four, and nere give ore,Whether you be friends or foes.’13John nipped the dumb, and made him to rore,And the blind that could not see,And he that a cripple had been seven years,He made him run faster then he.14And flinging them all against the wall,With many a sturdie bang,It made John sing, to hear the gold ring,Which against the walls cryed twang.15Then he got out of the beggers cloakThree hundred pound in gold;‘Good fortune had I,’ then said Little John,‘Such a good sight to behold.’16But what found he in a beggers bag,But three hundred pound and three?‘If I drink water while this doth last,Then an ill death may I dye!17‘And my begging-trade I will now give ore,My fortune hath bin so good;Therefore I’le not stay, but I will awayTo the forrest of merry Sherwood.’18And when to the forrest of Sherwood he came,He quickly there did seeHis master good, bold Robin Hood,And all his company.19‘What news? What news?’ then said Robin Hood,‘Come, Little John, tell unto me;How hast thou sped with thy beggers trade?For that I fain would see.’20‘No news but good,’ then said Little John,‘With begging ful wel I have sped;Six hundred and three I have here for thee,In silver and gold so red.’21Then Robin took Little John by the hand,And danced about the oak-tree:‘If we drink water while this doth last,Then an il death may we die!’22So to conclude my merry new song,All you that delight it to sing,’Tis of Robin Hood, that archer good,And how Little John went a begging.

1All you that delight to spend some timeWith a hey down down a down downA merry song for to sing,Vnto me draw neer, and you shall hearHow Little John went a begging.

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All you that delight to spend some time

With a hey down down a down down

A merry song for to sing,

Vnto me draw neer, and you shall hear

How Little John went a begging.

2As Robin Hood walked the forrest along,And all his yeomandree,Sayes Robin, Some of you must a begging go,And, Little John, it must be thee.

2

As Robin Hood walked the forrest along,

And all his yeomandree,

Sayes Robin, Some of you must a begging go,

And, Little John, it must be thee.

3Sayes John, If I must a begging go,I will have a palmers weed,With a staff and a coat, and bags of all sort,The better then I shall speed.

3

Sayes John, If I must a begging go,

I will have a palmers weed,

With a staff and a coat, and bags of all sort,

The better then I shall speed.

4Come, give me now a bag for my bread,And another for my cheese,And one for a peny, when as I get any,That nothing I may leese.

4

Come, give me now a bag for my bread,

And another for my cheese,

And one for a peny, when as I get any,

That nothing I may leese.

5Now Little John he is a begging gone,Seeking for some relief;But of all the beggers he met on the way,Little John he was the chief.

5

Now Little John he is a begging gone,

Seeking for some relief;

But of all the beggers he met on the way,

Little John he was the chief.

6But as he was walking himself alone,Four beggers he chanced to spy,Some deaf, and some blind, and some came behind;Says John, Here’s brave company!

6

But as he was walking himself alone,

Four beggers he chanced to spy,

Some deaf, and some blind, and some came behind;

Says John, Here’s brave company!

7‘Good-morrow,’ said John, ‘my brethren dear,Good fortune I had you to see;Which way do you go? pray let me know,For I want some company.

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‘Good-morrow,’ said John, ‘my brethren dear,

Good fortune I had you to see;

Which way do you go? pray let me know,

For I want some company.

8‘O what is here to do?’ then said Little John,‘Why rings all these bells?’ said he;‘What dog is a hanging? come, let us be ganging,That we the truth may see.’

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‘O what is here to do?’ then said Little John,

‘Why rings all these bells?’ said he;

‘What dog is a hanging? come, let us be ganging,

That we the truth may see.’

9‘Here is no dog a hanging,’ then one of them said,‘Good fellow, we tell unto thee;But here is one dead wil give us cheese and bred,And it may be one single peny.’

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‘Here is no dog a hanging,’ then one of them said,

‘Good fellow, we tell unto thee;

But here is one dead wil give us cheese and bred,

And it may be one single peny.’

10‘We have brethren in London,’ another he said,‘So have we in Coventry,In Barwick and Dover, and all the world over,But nere a crookt carril like thee.

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‘We have brethren in London,’ another he said,

‘So have we in Coventry,

In Barwick and Dover, and all the world over,

But nere a crookt carril like thee.

11‘Therefore stand thee back, thou crooked carel,And take that knock on the crown;’‘Nay,’ said Little John, ‘I’le not yet be gone,For a bout will I have with you round.

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‘Therefore stand thee back, thou crooked carel,

And take that knock on the crown;’

‘Nay,’ said Little John, ‘I’le not yet be gone,

For a bout will I have with you round.

12‘Now have at you all,’ then said Little John,‘If you be so full of your blows;Fight on, all four, and nere give ore,Whether you be friends or foes.’

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‘Now have at you all,’ then said Little John,

‘If you be so full of your blows;

Fight on, all four, and nere give ore,

Whether you be friends or foes.’

13John nipped the dumb, and made him to rore,And the blind that could not see,And he that a cripple had been seven years,He made him run faster then he.

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John nipped the dumb, and made him to rore,

And the blind that could not see,

And he that a cripple had been seven years,

He made him run faster then he.

14And flinging them all against the wall,With many a sturdie bang,It made John sing, to hear the gold ring,Which against the walls cryed twang.

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And flinging them all against the wall,

With many a sturdie bang,

It made John sing, to hear the gold ring,

Which against the walls cryed twang.

15Then he got out of the beggers cloakThree hundred pound in gold;‘Good fortune had I,’ then said Little John,‘Such a good sight to behold.’

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Then he got out of the beggers cloak

Three hundred pound in gold;

‘Good fortune had I,’ then said Little John,

‘Such a good sight to behold.’

16But what found he in a beggers bag,But three hundred pound and three?‘If I drink water while this doth last,Then an ill death may I dye!

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But what found he in a beggers bag,

But three hundred pound and three?

‘If I drink water while this doth last,

Then an ill death may I dye!

17‘And my begging-trade I will now give ore,My fortune hath bin so good;Therefore I’le not stay, but I will awayTo the forrest of merry Sherwood.’

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‘And my begging-trade I will now give ore,

My fortune hath bin so good;

Therefore I’le not stay, but I will away

To the forrest of merry Sherwood.’

18And when to the forrest of Sherwood he came,He quickly there did seeHis master good, bold Robin Hood,And all his company.

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And when to the forrest of Sherwood he came,

He quickly there did see

His master good, bold Robin Hood,

And all his company.

19‘What news? What news?’ then said Robin Hood,‘Come, Little John, tell unto me;How hast thou sped with thy beggers trade?For that I fain would see.’

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‘What news? What news?’ then said Robin Hood,

‘Come, Little John, tell unto me;

How hast thou sped with thy beggers trade?

For that I fain would see.’

20‘No news but good,’ then said Little John,‘With begging ful wel I have sped;Six hundred and three I have here for thee,In silver and gold so red.’

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‘No news but good,’ then said Little John,

‘With begging ful wel I have sped;

Six hundred and three I have here for thee,

In silver and gold so red.’

21Then Robin took Little John by the hand,And danced about the oak-tree:‘If we drink water while this doth last,Then an il death may we die!’

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Then Robin took Little John by the hand,

And danced about the oak-tree:

‘If we drink water while this doth last,

Then an il death may we die!’

22So to conclude my merry new song,All you that delight it to sing,’Tis of Robin Hood, that archer good,And how Little John went a begging.

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So to conclude my merry new song,

All you that delight it to sing,

’Tis of Robin Hood, that archer good,

And how Little John went a begging.

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B. a.

Little John and the Four Beggers: A new merry song of Robin Hood and Little John, shewing how Little John went a begging, and how he fought with Four Beggers, and what a prize he got of the Four Beggers.

The tune is, Robin Hood and the Begger.

Printed for William Gilber[t]son. (1640–63.)

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Title as ina, except: from these four Beggers. To the tune of Robin Hood and the Begger.

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Title as ina, except: Or, a new. To the tune of Robin Hood, &c.

Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. (1670–86?)

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