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RESCUING WILL STUTLT. 287 |
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But this desire he would not grant,
His wishes were in vain ; For the sheriff swore he hang'd should be,
And not by the sword be slain.
" Do but unbind my hands," he says, sj
" I will no weapons crave, And if I hanged be this day,
Damnation let me have."
" 0 no, no, no," the sheriff said,
" Thou shalt on gallows dye, so
Ay, and so shall thy master too,
If ever in me it lye."
" 0 dastard coward ! " Stutly cries,
Faint-hearted peasant slave! If ever my master do thee meet, 95
Thou shalt thy payment have.
" My noble master thee doth scorn,
And all thy cowardly crew; Such silly imps unable are
Bold Robin to subdue." 100
But when he was to the gallows gone,
And ready to bid adieu, Out of a bush steps Little John,
And goes Will Stutly to. |
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