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KOBIN HOOD |
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Thoult see my sword with furie smoke,
And in their hearts blood died." so
He set his backe against a tree,
His foote against a stone ; The first blow that he gave so free
Cleft one man to the bone.
The tanners bold they fought right well, as
And it was one to two; But Robin did them both refell,
All in the damsells viewe.
The red blood ran from Robins brow,
All downe unto his knee ; so
" O holde your handes, my brethren now, I will goe backe with yee."
" Stand backe, stand backe, my pretty maide,
Stand backe and let me fight; By sweete St. James be no afraide 95
But I will it requite."
Then Robin did his sword uplift,
And let it fall againe ; The oldest brothers head it cleft,
Right through unto his braine. 100
" O hold thy hand, bolde forrester, Or ill may thee betide; |
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