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Page 128 - the young man said, "What is your will with me?" "You must come before our master straight, Under yon greenwood tree." And when he came bold Robin before, Robin askt him courteously, "O hast thou any money to spare For my merry men and me?
Page 260 - A boon, a boon,' cries Little John, 'Master, I beg of thee.' 'What is that boon,' quoth Robin Hood, 'Little John, thou begs of me?' 'It is to burn fair Kirkley-hall, And all their nunnery.
Page 130 - O welcome," the bishop he said, " That music best pleaseth me ; " "You shall have no music," quoth Robin Hood, " Till the bride and the bridegroom I see." With that came in a wealthy knight, Which was both grave and old, And after him a finikin lass, Did shine like the glistering gold.
Page 235 - I've a bag for meal, and a bag for malt, And a bag for barley and corn ; A bag for bread, and a bag for beef, And a bag for my little small horn. " I have a horn in my pocket, I got it from Robin Hood, And still when I set it to my mouth, For thee1 it blows little good.
Page 128 - Robin Hood next morning stood Amongst the leaves so gay, There did he espy the same young man Come drooping along the way. The scarlet he wore the day before, It was clean cast away ; And...
Page 260 - He then bethought him of his bugle-horn, Which hung low down to his knee, He set his horn unto his mouth, And blew out weak blasts three. Then Little John, when hearing him, As he sat under the tree, " I fear my master is near dead, He blows so wearily.
Page 259 - 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.
Page 227 - I needs must acknowledge thou art a brave soul ; With thee I'll no longer contend ; For needs must I say, thou hast got the day, Our battel shall be at an end.