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Stanch
and
true
!
Thus
I
'd
have
her
love
to
be
:
Not
to
die
At
the
nigh
Breath
of
cold
adversity
.
"
"
'
Tis
well
sung
,
"
quoth
Robin
,
"
but
,
cousin
,
I
tell
thee
plain
,
I
would
rather
hear
a
stout
fellow
like
thee
sing
some
lusty
ballad
than
a
finicking
song
of
flowers
and
birds
,
and
what
not
.
Yet
,
thou
didst
sing
it
fair
,
and
'
tis
none
so
bad
a
snatch
of
a
song
,
for
the
matter
of
that
.
Now
,
Tanner
,
it
is
thy
turn
.
"
"
I
know
not
,
"
quoth
Arthur
,
smiling
,
with
his
head
on
one
side
,
like
a
budding
lass
that
is
asked
to
dance
,
"
I
know
not
that
I
can
match
our
sweet
friend
's
song
;
moreover
,
I
do
verily
think
that
I
have
caught
a
cold
and
have
a
certain
tickling
and
huskiness
in
the
windpipe
.
"
"
Nay
,
sing
up
,
friend
,
"
quoth
Little
John
,
who
sat
next
to
him
,
patting
him
upon
the
shoulder
.
"
Thou
hast
a
fair
,
round
,
mellow
voice
;
let
us
have
a
touch
of
it
.
"
"
Nay
,
an
ye
will
ha
'
a
poor
thing
,
"
said
Arthur
,
"
I
will
do
my
best
.
Have
ye
ever
heard
of
the
wooing
of
Sir
Keith
,
the
stout
young
Cornish
knight
,
in
good
King
Arthur
's
time
?
"
"
Methinks
I
have
heard
somewhat
of
it
,
"
said
Robin
;
"
but
ne'ertheless
strike
up
thy
ditty
and
let
us
hear
it
,
for
,
as
I
do
remember
me
,
it
is
a
gallant
song
;
so
out
with
it
,
good
fellow
.
