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ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY
cc ' Or I here another night lie,' said the Sheriff,
i Robin, now I pray thee, Smite off my head rather to-morne,
And I forgive it thee.
CCI ' Let me go,' then said the Sheriff,
' For saint Charity ! And I will be thy best friend
That ever yet had thee.'
ecu ' Thou shalt swear me an oath,' said Robin,
' On my bright brand, Thou shalt never await me scathe,
By water nor by land.
' And if thou find any of my men,
By night or by day, Upon thine oath thou shalt swear,
To help them that thou may.'
Now has the Sheriff i-sworn his oath,
And home he began to gone, He was as full of green-wood
As ever was hip of stone.
to-morne] to-morrow. brand] sword await] plan, plot scathe] harm. hip] the fruit of the wild rose.