The National Song Book - Online Music Book

250 Folk-songs, Carols, And Rounds with sheet music and lyrics

	NOW, ROBIN, LEND TO ME THY BOW.
	" And whither will thy Lady go ? Sweet Wilkin, tell it unto me; And thou shalt have my hawk, my hound, and eke my bow, To wait on thy Lady."
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	* My Lady will to Uppingham, To Uppingham, forsooth, will she; And I myself appointed for to be the man To wait on my Lady."
	" Farewell, good Wilkin, all beshrew'd. Thy hunting nothing pleaseth me ; But yet beware thy babbling hounds stray not abroad, For ang'ring of thy Lady."
	11 My hounds shall be led in a line, So well I can assure it thee; ' Unless by strain of view some pursue I may find To please my sweet Lady."
	With that the Lady she came in, And willed them all for to agree ; For honest hunting never was accounted sin, Nor never shall for me.
	H. 4868.