Little John

Another tradition involving archery relates that Robin and Little John went to visit Abbot Richard at the Whitby Abbey at Whitby Lathes. Each shot an arrow from the top of the monastery to show his skill. Robin shot across the north side and Little John the south. The distance was a mile and a half. The Abbot had two stone pillars set up on the spots, and the fields on the north and south sides were called Robin Hood's Close and Little John's Close, respectively, which are actually found in deeds from the 1700s.

 

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Ode to Little John:

 

When Robin Hood was about twenty years old,

With a hey down down and a down

He happend to meet Little John,

A jolly brisk blade, right fit for the trade,

For he was a lusty young man.

 

Though he was calld Little, his limbs they were large,

And his stature was seven foot high;

Where-ever he came, they quak'd at his name,

For soon he would make them to fly.

 

How they came acquainted, I'll tell you in brief,

If you will but listen a while;

For this very jest, amongst all the rest,

I think it may cause you to smile.

 

Bold Robin Hood said to his jolly bowmen,

Pray tarry you here in this grove;

And see that you all observe well my call,

While thorough the forest I rove.

 

They happend to meet on a long narrow bridge,

And neither of them would give way;

Quoth bold Robin Hood, and sturdily stood,

"I'll show you right Nottingham play."

 

He was, I must tell you, but seven foot high,

And, may be, an ell in the waste;

A pretty sweet lad; much feasting they had;

Bold Robin the christning grac'd.

 

This infant was called John Little,' quoth he,

"Which name shall be changed anon;

The words we'll transpose, so where-ever he goes,

His name shall be called Little John."

 

Thou shalt be an archer as well as the best,

And range in the greenwood with us;

Where we'll not want gold nor silver, behold,

While bishops have ought in their purse.

 

"We live here like squires, or lords of reknown,

Without ere a foot of free land;

We feast on good cheer, with wine, ale, and beer,

And evry thing at our command.'"

 

Then music and dancing did finish the day;

At length, when the sun waxed low,

Then all the whole train the grove did refrain,

And unto their caves they did go.

 

And so ever after, as long as he lived,

Althogh he was proper and tall,

Yet nevertheless, the truth to express,

Still Little John they did him call.

 

View this classic scene: www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXcrEFfLYgo

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