Doggerel Indeed For Sir Thurston de Montfort

Is this the true source of Robin Hood? Sir Thurston de Montfort was real enough!

 

Lord Thurston de Montford from Henley, his seat,

This Candle mass Eve his boundaries would beat.

Inspecting estate; fields, forests and trench,

Till Deep in a coppice he spied a lithe wench.

 

　

‘T was Poor Milk Maid Mary, Lord’s kindling she sought!

Such poor misdemeanours gave Thurston this thought

“No! Not the stocks but she cannot go free”

So she played his cord wangle neath the old Rowan Tree.

 

　

Then down to the alehouse in Henley In Arden

Went Thurston and Mary (who’d taken full pardon.)

There passed long hours and gallons of beer,

Till the maidens went home and midnight drew near.

 

‘Bang’ when the door like a battering ram! 

There stood his nemesis, spouse Juliane.

Whipping poor Thurston through the Castle’s Front door,

Nailed his cord wangle to the reed matted floor!

 

 

Two long months later Juliane did wax wild

Mary The Milk Maid was heavy with child!

Thurston, though proud of his lusty new son,

Moved Mary and baby to old Nottingham.

 

As they both left mid wailing and sobbing

She Christened the child, responsibly, “Robin!”

The boy growing up; strong, of good blood

Moved off to Sherwood and became “Robin Hood.”

 

　

He dressed in the glades in sweet Lincoln Green,

(Delightful Maid Marion his lone greenwood Queen.)

Robin stole from the rich yet gave the poor “arms”.

But he left his cord wangle in Marion’s palms.

 

Author's Note

Thurston was real. If this poem is real Robin Hoods family live in New Zealand.

Reviews

[EMF]

Wangle...still makes me laugh. Go on...let me copy and paste this so I can frame it and put it up in the cafe

[EMF]

If this review was real... Oh. Bugger. It is. Ah. Sorry. Not meant to swear on here, am I? Some pedantic Canadian (come on, by now, every one knows who I mean) starts sending me Emails, lecturing me on teh importance of appropriate behaviour, spelling, syntax, grammar, structural flot, and lots of other stuff.
Anyway. It took me twenty minutes to stop giggling. And I've always smiled at the two words 'word' and 'wangle'.