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36 ' EOBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER.
A cup of sack so good will nourish our blood, • And so do I end my grace.
" Come fill us more wine," said jolly Robin, *s " Let us be merry while we do stay ;
For wine and good cheer, be it never so dear, I vow I the reck'ning will pay.
" Come,' brothers,' be merry," said jolly Robin, " Let us drink, and never give ore; ?o
For the shot I will pay, ere I go my way, If it cost me five pounds and more."
" This is a mad blade," the butchers then said;
Sales the sheriff, " He is some prodigal, That some land has sold for silver and gold, »
And now he doth mean to spend all.
" Hast thou any horn beasts," the sheriff repli'd,
" Good fellow, to sell unto me ? " " Yes, that I have, good master sheriff,
I have hundreds two or three ; so
"And a hundred aker of good free land,
If you please it to see: And He make you as good assurance of it,
As ever my father made me."
The sheriff he saddled his good palfrey, &?
And, with three hundred pound in gold, |
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