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ROBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAR. 197
The other he held in his sight
A drawen dirk to his breast, And said, " False carl, quit thy staff,
Or I shall be thy priest."
His pike-staff they have taken him frae, sw
And stuck it in the green, He was full loath to let gae,
If better might have been.
The beggar was the feardest man
Of one that ever might be; wo
To win away no way he can,
Nor help him with his tree.
He wist not wherefore he was tane,
Nor how many was there ; He thought his life-days had been gane, ins
He grew into despair.
" Grant me my life," the beggar said,
" For him that died on tree, And take away that ugly knife,
Or then for fear I'll die. no
" I griev'd you never in all my life,
Nor late nor yet by ayre, Ye have great sin, if ye would slay
A silly poor beggar."