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A LYTELL GESTE OP EOBTN HODE. 79
No wonder—it was in grene wode,— Tho his sydes do smerte.
" Make glad chere," sayd Robyn Hode,
" Sheryfe, for charyte, For this is our order i-wys, su
Under the grene wood tre."
" This is harder order," sayd the sheryfe,
" Than ony anker or frere; For al the golde in mery Englonde,
I wolde not longe dwell here." 220
" All these twelve monethes," sayd Robyn,
" Thou shaite dwell with me ; I shall the teche, proud sheryfe,
An outlawe for to be."
" Or I here another nyght lye," sayd the sheryfe, " Robyn, nowe I pray the, 226
Smyte of my hede rather to-morne, And I forgyve it the.
" Lete me go," then sayd the sheryf,
" For saynt Charyte, 230
And I wyll be the best frende That ever yet had ye."
" Thou shaite swere me an othe," sayd Robyn, " On my bryght bronde,
232, ye, Ch. & M. the, E. |
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