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196 ROBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAR.
Now pass we to the bold beggar
That raked o'er the hill, Who never mended his pace no more
Nor he had done no ill. -c
The young men knew the country well,
So soon where he would be, And they have taken another way,
Was nearer by miles three.
They rudely ran with all their might, 75
Spared neither dub nor mire, They started neither at laigh nor hight,
No travel made them tire.
Till they before the beggar wan,
And coost them in his way; so
A little wood lay in a glen,
And there they both did stay.
They stood up closely by a tree,
In ilk side of the gate, Until the beggar came them to, 85
That thought not of such fate.
And as he was betwixt them past,
They leapt upon him baith ; The one his pike-staff gripped fast,
They feared for its scaith. x
72,73. Wanting in the original, and restored from the Aberdeen copy. Gdtch.