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236 ROBIN HOOD AND THE TINKER.
Then Robins anger did arise ; 125
He fought right manfully, Until he had made the tinker
Almost then fit to fly.
"With that they had a bout again,
They ply'd their weapons fast; 130
The tinker threshed his bones so sore,
He made him yeeld at last.
" A boon, a boon," Robin hee cryes,
" If thou will grant it mee;" " Before I do it," the tinker said, ias
" lie hang thee on this tree."
But the tinker looking him about,
Robin his horn did blow ; Then came unto him Little John,
And William Scadlock too. no
" What is the matter," quoth Little John,
" You sit on th' highway side ? " " Here is a tinker that stands by,
That hath paid well my hide."
" That tinker then," said Little John, us
" Fain that blade I would see, And I would try what I could do,
If hee'l do as much for me." |
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