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AND THE GOLDEN ARROW. |
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" Thou smells of a coward," said Kobin Hood,
" Thy words do not please me ; Come on't what will, I'll try my skill,
At yon brave archery."
O then bespoke brave Little John, 45
" Come let us thither gang; Come, listen to me, how it shall be
That we need not be ken'd.
" Our mantles, all of Lincoln-green,
Behind us we will leave ; »
We'll dress us all so several,
They shall not us perceive.
" One shall wear white, another red,
One yellow, another blue ; 55
Thus in disguise, to the exercise We'll gang, whate'er ensue."
Forth from the green-wood they are gone,
With hearts all firm and stout, Resolving [then] with the sheriffs men
To have a hearty bout. eo
So themselves they mixed with the rest,
To prevent all suspicion; For if they should together hold
They thought it no discretion.
So the sheriff looked round about, bs
Amongst eight hundred men, But could not see the sight that he Had long suspected then. vol. v. 25 |
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