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120 A LTTELL GESTE OF KOBTN HODE.
Both for knyghtes and for squyres, To gete hym grete renowne.
By than the yere was all agone
He had no man hut twayne, n
Lytell Johan and good Scathelocke,
Wyth hym all for to gone.
Robyn sawe yonge men shote,
Full fayre upon a day ; " Alas! " than sayd good Robyn, ?s
" My welthe is went away.
" Somtyme I was an archere good,
A styffe and eke a stronge; I was commytted the best archere
That was in mery Englonde. so
"Alas I" then sayd good Robyn,
" Alas and well a woo! Yf I dwele lenger with the kynge,
Sorowe wyll me sloo."
Forth than went Robyn Hode &
Tyll he came to our kynge ; " My lorde the kynge of Englonde,
Graunte me myn askynge.
"I made a chapell in Bernysdale,
That seraely is to se, so
74, ferre, W. 75, commended for, C. |
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