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A TRUE TALE OF ROBIN HOOD. 368 |
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And with the gallant gray-goose wing
They shewd to them such playe, That made their horses kicke and fling, 235
And downe their riders lay.
Full glad and faine the bishop was,
For all his thousand men, To seek what meanes he could to passe
From out of Robbins ken. 2*>
Two hundred of his men were kil'd,
And fourescore horses good; Thirty, who did as captives yeeld,
Were carryed to the greene wood;
Which afterwards were ransomed, us
For twenty markes a man; The rest set spurres to horse, and fled
To th' town of Warrington.
The bishop sore enraged then,
Did, in king Richards name, 250
Muster a power of northerne men,
These outlawes bold to tame.
But Bobbin with his courtesie
So wonne the meaner sort, That they were loath on him to try 25.;
What rigor did import.
So that bold Robbin and his traine
Did live unhurt of them, Untill king Richard came againe
From faire Jerusalem. 2Gu |
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