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112 A LTTELL GESTE OF EOBTN HODE.
Robyn toke a full grete home,
And loude he gan blowe ; Seven score of wyght yonge men
Came redy on a rowe.
All they kneeled on theyr kne,
Pull fayre before Robyn : The kynge sayd hymselfe untyll,
And swore by saynt Austyn,
" Here is a wonder semely syght;
Me thynketh, by goddes pyne, His men are more at his byddynge.
Then my men be at myn."
Full hastly was theyr dyner idyght,
And therto gan they gone ; They served our kynge with al theyr myght,
Both Robyn and Lytell Johan.
Anone before our kynge was set
The fatte venyson, The good whyte brede, the good red wyne,
And therto the fyne ale browne.
" Make good chere," said Robyn,
" Abbot, for charyte ; And for this ylke tydynge,
Blyssed mote thou be.
160, and browne, W. |
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