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3. "Me thought they did mee beate and binde,
And tooke my bowe mee froe;
4. "Sweavens11 are swift, master," quoth John,
"As the wind that blowes ore a hill; Ffor if itt be never soe lowde this night,
To-morrow it may be still."
5. "Buske12 yee, bowne13 yee, my merry men all,
Ffor John shall goe with mee;
8 of the linden tree.
11 dreams. 14 they.
13 dress yourselves.
22. How these two yeomen together they 30. The first good shoot that Robin ledd,
Under the leaves of lyne,
To see what marchandise1 they made Even at that same time.
Did not shoote an inch the pricke
Guy was an archer good enoughe,
But he cold neere shoote soe.
23. "Good morrow, good fellow," quoth 31. The second shoote Sir Guy shott,
"Good morrow, good ffellow," quoth
He shott within the garlande;
But Robin Hoode shott it better than
For he clove the good prickewande.
57. Towards his house in Nottingam
Not one behind did stay.
58. But he cold neither soe fast goe,
ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND
1. When Robin Hood and Little John
Said Robin Hood bold to Little
"We have shot for many a pound."
2. "But I am not able to shoot one shot more,
My broad arrows will not flee;
3. Now Robin he is to fair Kirkly gone, As fast as he can win;
But before he came there, as we do hear,
He was taken very ill.
4. And when he came to fair Kirkly-hall, He knockd all at the ring,
But none was so ready as his cousin herself
For to let bold Robin in.
5. "Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin," she said,
"And drink some beer with me?" "No, I will neither eat nor drink, Till I am blooded by thee."
6. "Well, I have a room, cousin Robin," she said,
"Which you did never see,
7. She took him by the lily-white hand,
While one drop of blood would run down.