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AND THE CURTALL FRYER. 277
And whether his men shot east or west,
Or they shot north or south, The curtail dogs, so taught they were, us
They kept the arrows in their mouth.
" Take up thy dogs," said Little John,
" Fryer, at my bidding be ;" " "Whose man art thou," said the curtail fryer,
" Comes here to prate with me ? " 1*
" I am Little John, Eobin Hoods man,
Fryer, I will not lie ; If thou take not up thy dogs soone,
I'le take up them and thee."
Little John had a bow in his hand, i« '
He shot with might and main ; Soon halfe a score of the fryers dogs
Lay dead upon the plain.
" Hold thy hand, good fellow," said the curtal fryer, " Thy master and I will agree ; ' im
And we will have new orders taken, With all the hast may be."
" If thou wilt forsake fair Fountaines Dale,
And Fountaines Abbeyfree, Every Sunday throwout the yeere, m
A noble shall be thy fee :