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KOBIN HOOD AND THE MONK.
When the scheref was on-slepe
Dronken of wine and ale, Litul Johne and Moche for sothe
Toke the way vnto the jale.
Litul Johne callid vp the jayler,
And bade hym ryse anon; He seid Eobyn Hode had brokyn preson,
And out of hit was gon.
The portere rose anon sertan, As sone as he herd John calle;
Litul Johne was redy with a swerd, And bare hym to the walle.
" Now will I be porter," seid Litul Johne, " And take the keyes in honde ;"
He toke the way to Robyn Hode, And sone he hym vnbonde.
He gaf hym a gode swerd in his hond,
His hed with for to kepe, And ther as the walle was lowyst
Anon down can thei lepe.
Be that the cok began to crow,
The day began to sprynge, The scheref fond the jaylier ded,
The comyn belle made he rynge. 269, gale.