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2 ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK.
Hit befell on Whitsontide,
Erly in a may mornyng, i
The son vp fayre can shyne,
And the briddis mery can syng.
" This is a mery mornyng," seid Litulle Johne,
" Be hym that dyed on tre ; A more mery man then I am one i
Lyves not in Cristiante."
" Pluk vp.tlii hert, my dere mayster,"
Litulle Johne can sey, " And thynk hit is a fulle fayre tyme
In a mornynge of may." ■
" Ze on thynge greves me," seid Robyne,
" And does my hert mych woo, That I may not so solem day
To mas nor matyns goo.
" Hit is a fourtnet and more," seyd hee, '■
" Syn I my Sauyour see; To day will I to Notyngham," seid Robyn,
" With the myght of mylde Mary."
Then spake Moche the mylner sune,
Euer more wel hym betyde, ;
" Take xii of thi wyght zemen "Well weppynd be thei side. 32. MS. ther. |
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