For the Bardic War Online, we were tasked with various challenges, and one of mine was Original Song In a Period Style (or on period topic) and I chose the immortal Robin Hood. There is no tale of Robin and getting outsmarted by a lady in the wood that I'm aware of... but this sounds like something that could (should?) have happened.
Robin and the Lady May
Gavin Kent aka Greg Tremblay AS LV 2021
Twas morning in the greedwoode fair
And to the hunt did Robin go
The breeze of May was in his hair
Beneath his breath he sang-oh
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
The high road wound from east to west
And travelers knew that Robin’s band
Did haunt the forest they knew best
With blade and bow to hand-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
But on this May-Day Robin Spied
Atop a fine and dappled grey
A lady, brown haired and green eyed
Who chanced to pass his way-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
So Robin stopped her in her place
His grin a wide and boyish thing
She looked her on the outlaw’s face
And so began to sing-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
Oh Outlaw bold your mercy lend
On this fine day do not beset
A maid whose birthday is at hand
Leave me my riches yet-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
Robin laughed til the greenwood rang
And caught her bridle in his hand
You know well tolls are due my band
All for to cross this land-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
A kiss I’d have from you this day
To celebrate that ye were born
And then your toll you will have paid
And ride you on this morn-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
“But Robin” said the maiden then
“What gift shall you bestow on me?
A time with you I would me spend
My gift beneath yon tree-O”
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
They did away into the glade
The mayflowers nodding thin and gay
An of delight the day was made
Until the pair did say-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
Robin dozed in the springtime sun
The lark and sparrow did him spy
And when he roused him, resting done
What sight did meet his eye-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
The maiden was nowhere around
No trace seen of where she’d gone
And in her wake not to be found
His bow and sword and coin-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
They say the maiden is renown
By those who meet her ere the morn
From wood to field and road to town
The finest robber ever born-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May
Now each year when the mayflower’s born
Robin and the maid do meet
For to contest in wit and form
And to desport so sweet-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May-O
Fa-lal-diddle-al-day-O
All on the first of May-O
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