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EOBIN HOOD AND THE TANNEK. 229
" 0 man I do stand, and he makes me stand, The tanner that stands thee beside;
He is a bonny blade, and master of his trade, For soundly he hath tan'd my hide."
" He is to be commended," then said Little John, " If such a feat he can do; 125
If he be so stout, we will have a bout, And he shall tan my hide too."
" Hold thy hand, hold thy hand," said Eobin Hood,
" For as I do understand, 130
He's a yeoman good of thine own blood,
For his name is Arthur-a-Bland."
Then Little John threw his staff away,
As far as he could it fling, And rail out of hand to Arthur-a-Bland, m
And about his neck did cling.
With loving respect, there was no neglect,
They were neither nice nor coy, Each other did face with a lovely grace,
And both did weep for joy. no
Then Eobin Hood took them both by the hands, And danc'd round about the oke tree;
" For three merry men, and three merry men, And three merry men we be.