human
Oh! pedlar, pedlar, what is in thy pack, Come speedilie and tell to me? 10
gpt
I've several suits of the gay green silks, And silken bow-strings two or three.
human
If you have several suits of the gay green silk, And silken bow-strings two or three, Then it's by my body, cries Little John, 15
gpt
One half your pack shall belong to me.
human
O nay, o nay, says the pedlar bold,
gpt
O nay, o nay, that never can be; For there's never a man from fair Nottingham Can take one half my pack from me.
human
If you do move me one perch from this, My pack and all shall gang with thee.
gpt
Pedlar, pray hold your hand.
human
I could find a man of a smaller scale, Could thrash the pedlar and also thee.
gpt
Go you try, master, says Little John,
human
Go you try, master, most speedilie, Or by my body, says Little John, 35
gpt
I am sure this night you will not know me.
human
Pedlar, pedlar, what is thy name? Come speedilie and tell to me:
gpt
My name! my name I ne'er will tell, Till both your names you have told to me.
human
I am Gamble Gold of the gay green woods, And travelled far beyond the sea; 50 For killing a man in my father's land, rom my country I was forced to flee.
gpt
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; 55 What nearer cousins then can we be?