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ROBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAR. 201
In every hand he took a nook
Of that great leathern meal, And with a fling the meal he shook,
Into their faces hail: , ho
Wherewith he blinded them so close,
A stime they could not see; And then in heart he did rejoice,
And clapt his lusty tree.
He thought if he had done them wrong, 195
In mealing of their cloaths, For to strike off the meal again
With his pike-staff he goes.
Or any of them could red their eyne,
Or could a glimm'ring see, 200
Ilk one of them a dozen had Well laid on with the tree.
The young men were right swift of foot,
And boldly ran away, The beggar could them no more hit, 20s
For all the haste he may.
" What ails this haste ? " the beggar said,
" May ye not tarry still, Until your money be received ?
I'll pay you with good will. 210 |
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