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410 EOBIN HOOD AND THE STRANGER.
" Jog on, jog on," cries Robin Hood, «
" The day it runs full fast; For tho' my nephew me a breakfast gave,
I have not yet bro£e my fast.
" Then to yonder lodge let us take our way,— I think it wondrous good,— 10
Where my nephew by my bold yeomen Shall be welcom'd unto the greenwood."
With that he took his bugle-horn,
Full well he could it blow; Streight from the woods came marching down is
One hundred tall fellows and mo.
" Stand, stand to your arms," says Will Scadldck,
Lo! the enemies are within ken :" With that Robin Hood he laugh'd aloud,
Crying, " They are my bold yeomen." 20
Who, when they arrived, and Robin espy'd,
Cry'd " Master, what is your will ? We thought you had in danger been,
Your horn did sound so shrill."
" Now nay, now nay," quoth Robin Hood, 25
" The danger is past and gone; I would have you welcome my nephew here,
That has paid me two for one."
This song it was made in Robin Hoods dayes:
Let's pray unto Jove above, To give us true peace, that mischief may cease,
And war may give place unto love.
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