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ROBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAR. 189
Well fasten'd with a broad buckle,
That was baith stark and Strang. 20
He had three hats upon his head,
Together sticked fast, He car'd neither for wind nor weet,
In lands where'er he past.
Good Robin coost him in his way, 25
To see what he might be, If any beggar had money,
He thought some part had he.
" Tarry, tarry," good Robin says,
" Tarry, and speak with me; " 30
He heard him as he heard him not,
And fast on his way can hie.
" It be's not so," says good Robin,
" Nay, thou must tarry still; " " By my troth," said the bold beggar, as
" Of that I have no will.
" It is far to my lodging house,
And it is growing late ; If they have supt e'er I come in
I will look wondrous Mate." «o
" Now, by my truth," says good Robin, " I see well by thy fare,