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A TRUE TAI/E OP ROBIN HOOD.
It seemes that though the clergie he
Had put to mickle woe, He should not quite forgotten be,
Although he was their foe.
This woman, though she did him hate,
Yet loved his memory; And thought it wondrous pitty that
His fame should with him dye.
This epitaph, as records tell,
Within this hundred yeares, By many was discerned well,
But time all things out-weares.
His followers, when he was dead, Were some receiv'd to grace;
The rest to forraign countries fled, And left their native place.
Although his funerall was but mean,
This woman had in minde, Least his fame should be buried clean
From those that came behind.
For certainly, before nor since,
No man e're understood, Under the reign of any prince,
Of one like Robbin Hood.
Full thirteene years, and something more, These outlawes lived thus,
412, times.
vol. v. 24 |
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