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amusement Apollo Archers Archery's arrow Ashton Lever battle of Crecy blending Honest pastime bloom bold Robin Hood bonny bow shall never bow'r bows twang'd Britannia's bow bugle butts carol chaunting circle Clorinda Count of Alençon dance and song delight derry down derry ditty English ev'ry fairy show fallow deer fly the hours French golden round extending grace green green-wood Harmony's shrine hath heart hey down derry horn Kent Kentish Bow king Lancashire Little John lively and merry long bow Love Marian mark Marian oh Marian smile Marian stay marks clear men at arms ne'er nonny o'er plain plumes pretty lass Prince prize quoth RITSON'S Robin Hood roving Royal Highness shaft shoot shootinge shou'd Sing derry Smoothly fly Society speed the light STANZA Stigand strain sung sweet thou tough yew-bow triumphant honors hail tuneful twang twang twas merry unbending Cares universal song vale wou'd yonder
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Page 93 - The rites derived from ancient days, With thoughtless reverence we praise; The rites that taught us to combine The joys of music and of wine...
Page 30 - And cloath'd him from top to the toe In garments of green, most gay to be seen, And gave him a curious long bow.
Page 29 - And I will his godfather be ; Prepare then a feast, and none of the least, For we will be merry,
Page 125 - The king likewise observed the same prudent conduct which had been followed by these great commanders : He drew up his army on a narrow ground between two woods, which guarded each flank ; and he patiently expected in that posture the attack of the enemy.
Page 20 - As that word was spoke, Clorinda came by, The queen of the shepherds was she; And her gown was of velvet as green as the grass, And her buskin did reach to her knee. Her...
Page 93 - O'erfill the saturated soul, But ne'er the lute nor lyre applied To soothe despair or soften pride, Nor call'd them to the gloomy cells Where Madness raves and Vengeance swells, Where Hate sits musing to betray, And Murder meditates his prey. To dens of guilt and shades of care, Ye sons of melody, repair, Nor deign the festive hour to cloy With superfluity of joy!
Page 23 - Of bride-cake, and so came away. Now, out, alas ! I had forgotten to tell ye, That marry'd they were with a ring : And so will Nan Knight, or be buried a maiden, And now let us pray for the king ; That he may get children, and they may get more, To govern and do us some good : And then I'll make ballads in Robin Hood's bower, And sing 'em in merry Sherwood.
Page 26 - Well arm'd with a long bow you stand, To shoot at my breast, while I, I protest, Have nought but a staff in my hand. The name of a coward...
Page 21 - She chose out the fattest that was in the herd, And she shot him through side and side. By the faith of my body...
Page 30 - Which name shall be changed anon ; The words we'll transpose, so whereever he goes, His name shall be call'd Little John.