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EOBIN HOOD AND GUT OF GISBOENE. 167
Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe,
And nicked sir Guy in the face, iro
That he was never on woman born
Cold tell whose head it was.
Sayes, " Lye there, lye there now, sir Guye,
And with me be not wrothe ; Iff thou have had the worse strokes at my hand,
Thou shalt have the better clothe." ire
Robin did off his gowne of greene,
And on sir Guy did it throwe, And hee put on that capull hyde,
That cladd him topp to toe. iso
" The bowe, the arrowes, and litle home,
Now with me I will beare ; For I will away to Barndsdale,
To see how my men doe fare."
Robin Hood sett Guyes home to his mouth, 1&5
And a loud blast in it did blow: That beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham,
As he leaned under a lowe.
" Hearken, hearken," sayd the sheriffe,
" I heare nowe tydings good, ibo
For yonder I heare sir Guyes home blowe, And he hath slaine Robin Hoode.