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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.
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