I'm not sure if I've got it right, it's pretty close to how I used to sing this yrs ago. What I'm not sure of I'll put in (). Below is what I've found & edited as I remember, any help on setting me straight will be greatly appricated. This is a shorter version, but it's more than long enough to sing (& to listn to) & still keep the story & ballad intack, I don't want to get into his place of birth, his father's occupation (a forrester) etc, I don't want to try learning 50+ verses

Robin Hood's Death (2)

Robin Hood and Little John
Went by yon bank of broom.
Said Robin Hood unto Little John
We've shot for manys a pound.

I am not able to shoot one shot
My arrows will not flee.
But I have a cousin lives down below;
Please God, she will bleed me."

So Robin is to fair Kirkly gone,
(And knocked upon the pin)
And none was so ready as his cousin dear
To let bold Robin in.

And there she's bleeded bold Robin Hood
(And locked him in a room,
And there he's bled the live-long day)
Until the next at noon.

And thinking then of his bugle horn
That hung down by his knee
(And placing it up to his lips,
He blows sweet blast three).

Now Little John was standing by,
Underneath a tree
"My master sounds so near to death,
He blows so wearily."

So Little John is to Kirkly gone
As fast as he could (ride)
(And there he's broke locks one, two, three,
And there he's gone inside)

"A boon, a boon," cried Little John.
"Master, I ask of thee
It is to burn down fair Kirkly-hall
And all their nunnery!"

"No nay, no, nay," quoth bold Robin Hood.
That never can be.
I never hurt a woman, not in all my life,
Nor men in woman's company.

"But place my bent bow all in my hands,
And an arrow I'll let free,
And where arrow has taken up
There let my gravestone be.

(And place my sword beneath my hands)
And my arrows beneath my feet;
Place my bent bow all in my arms,
It was my music sweet.

These words so readily were promised him
(That Robin Hood did seek)
And there they buried bold Robin Hood
Near to he fair Kirkly

Thanks in advance to all

Barry