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OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE
' But an you be sicke, my owne wed lord,
Soe sore it grieveth mee ; But my five maidens and my selfe
[Will bedd you presentlye
' And at the waking of your first sleepe You shall have a hott drinke made,
And at the waking of your next sleepe Your sorrowes will have a slake.'
He put a silk cote on his backe
'Was thirteen inches folde, And put a Steele cap upon his head
'Was gilded with good red gold.
And he layd a bright browne sword by his side,
And another at his feete, And full well knew Old Robin then
Whether he shold wake or sleepe.
And about the middle time cf the night
Came twenty-four Knights in ; Sir Gyles he was the foremost man,
Soe well he knew that ginne.
Old Robin with a bright browne sword
Sir Gyles' head he did winne, Soe did he all those twenty-four,
Ne'er a one went quicke out [agen] ;
ginne] gin, contrivance, here a door-latch. quicke] alive.