It was said he stole mightly from the rich and carried away their treasures, yet was never caught. He would go to an inn and meet a traveling mechant or gentlemen and drink with him. Even though he had pillaged a man's pockets, he was never recognized. Upon departing, Robin would turn and say, "Farewell, Sir! Be glad you shared a cup with me--for I am Robin the Quick, the famous thief," or "I am that good fellow, Robin the Thief."
He would depart while the place was in an uproar. Nobody could catch him or lay hands on him. People said when they followed him outside, he had vanished.
Robin, that good fellow, robbed very rich people and gave a great deal to the poor. Yet, whenever they met him they did not recognise him at any time, for he disguised himself and somehow changed his face and form continually. Some said he was a wizard. Some said he was a devil. At last, it was generally said that he was most certainly a devil, or some merry spirit, known as Robin Goodfellow.
At last as mortal men must, he lay dying, but he could not die. He groaned and raved and implored those present to take something from him, but none would accept it because he they feared he had some terrible burden upon his soul.
At last a woman, most wise, put two brooms under Robin's sickbed, and so he breathed his last and died. He was not burried in consecrated soil, but they did as he bid and burried him where his arrow fell, deep in the forrest.
Yet his spirit could not sleep in the garden of death, for some tresure left behind. Robin can still be found in the Greenwood--or some say so. Who would conjure his spirit? Verily, Robin is a spirit whose nature is good, because of his acts of charity in life, but he is also a trickster.
"In the woods in such a place, there stands an oak-tree--very old; buried one yard's depth thou wilt find a treasure, it is in a old boot and in an earthen pot. And when thou art rich and free do not forget the poor!"
--2013, Myth Woodling
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake? Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake; Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn, Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.
Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves
Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June:
Merry, merry England is waking as of old,
Love is in the greenwood building him a house
Hark! The dazzled laverock climbs the golden steep:
Oberon, Oberon, rake away the gold,
Friar Tuck and Little John are riding down together
Softly over Sherwood the south wind blows;
Hark, the voice of England wakes him as of old
Where the deer are gliding down the shadowy glen
Calls them and they answer: from aisles of oak and ash
Robin! Robin! Robin! All his merry thieves --Alfred Noyes (1880-1959) Robin Hood's Last Words:
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