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KOBIN HOOD AND THE OLD MAN. 259
" But yonder is an outwood," said Robin,
" An outwood all and a shade, And thither I reede you, my merrymen all, so
The ready way to take.
" And when you heare my little home blow, Come raking all on a rowte, |
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home to his mouth, A loud blast cold he blow, ss
Full three hundred bold yeomen Came raking all on a row.
But Robin cast downe his baggs of bread,
Soe did he his staffe with a face, And in a doublet of red velvett 40
This yeoman stood in his place.
But Robin he lope, and Robin he threw,
He lope over stocke and stone, But those that saw Robin Hood run
Said he was a liver old man. «
" But bend your bowes, and stroke your strings,
Set the gallow tree aboute, And Christes curse on his head," said Robin,
'* That spares the sheriff and the sergeant.
33. Nine or ten stanzas wanting. J.
49. For "the sergeant" read " his rowte." J. |
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