Steeleye Span - Gamble Gold (Robin Hood) lyrics

Traditional There chanced to be a pedlar bold A pedlar bold he chanced to be He rolled his pack all on his back And he came tripping o'er the sea By chance he met two troublesome blades Troublesome blades they chanced to be One of them was Robin Hood The other was Little John so free Chorus Gentlemen on high born blood Gamble Gold and Robin Hood "Oh pedlar, pedlar what's in the pack Come speedily and tell to me" "I've several suits of the gay green silk And silken bow strings two of three" "If you have suits of the gay green silk And silken bow strings two of three" "Then by my body" cries Robin Hood "Half your pack belongs to me" Chorus "Oh no, oh no," says the pedlar bold "No that can never be There's never a man in Nottingham Can take one half my pack from me!" Then the Pedlar he pulled off his pack And put it a little below his knee Saying, If you do move me one perch from this My pack and all shall gang with thee Then little John he drew his sword The Pedlar by his pack did stand They fought until they both did sweat Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand Then Robin Hood he was standing by And he did laugh most heartily Saying, I could find a man of smaller scale Could thrash the Pedlar and also thee Go you try, master, says little John Go you try, master, most speedily For by my body, says little John I am sure this night you will know me Then Robin Hood he drew his sword And the pedlar by his pack did stand They fought 'till the blood in streams did flow And he cried "Pedlar hold hold your hand" Chorus O Pedlar, Pedlar, what is thy name? Come speedily and tell to me Come, my name I ne'er will tell Till both your names you have told to me The one of us is bold Robin Hood And the other is little John so free Now, says the Pedlar, it lays to my good will Whether my name I choose to tell to thee I am Gamble Gold of the gay green woods And I travelled far beyond the sea For k**ing a man in my father's land And from my country was forced to flee If you are Gamble Gold of the gay green woods And travelled far beyond the sea You are my mother's own sister's son What nearer cousins can we be? They sheathed their swords, with friendly words So merrily they did agree They went to a tavern and there they dined And cracked bottles most merrily