* * * * * ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND BURIAL. When Robin Hood and Little John, _Down a down, a down, a down,_ Went o'er yon bank of broom, Said Robin Hood to Little John, "We have shot for many a pound:" _Hey down, a down, a down._ "But I am not able to shoot one shot more, My arrows will not flee; But I have a cousin lives down below, Please God, she will bleed me." Now Robin is to fair Kirkley gone, As fast as he can win; But before he came there, as we do hear, He was taken very ill. And when that he came to fair Kirkley-hall, He knocked all at the ring, But none was so ready as his cousin herself For to let bold Robin in. "Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin," she said, "And drink some beer with me?" "No, I will neither eat nor drink, Till I am blooded by thee." "Well, I have a room, cousin Robin," she said, "Which you did never see, And if you please to walk therein, You blooded by me shall be." She took him by the lily-white hand, And led him to a private room, And there she blooded bold Robin Hood, Whilst one drop of blood would run. She blooded him in the vein of the arm, And locked him up in the room; There did he bleed all the livelong day, Untilt the next day at noon. He then bethought him of a casement door, Thinking for to be gone; He was so weak he could not leap,