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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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A LITTLE GESTE OF
CCLXXXVI
This then hearde good Robin,
Under his trystell-tree : ' Make you ready, ye wight young men ;
That shooting will I see.
CCLXXXVII
' Busk you, my merry young men,
Ye shall go with me ; And I will wete the Sheriff's faith,
True an if he be.
CCLXXXVIII
When they had their bows i-bent,
Their tackles feather'd free, Seven score of wight young men
Stood by Robin's knee.
CCLXXXIX
When they came to Nottingham, The butts were fair and long ;
Many was the bold archer That shot with bowe strong.
ccxc ' There shall but six shoot with me,
The other shall keep my heed, And stand with good bowes bent
That I be not deceived.'
ccxci The fourth outlaw his bow gan bend,
And that was Robin Hood, And that beheld the proud Sheriff,
All by the butt he stood.
wete] know.          tackles] arrows.
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