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ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY
CCXCII Thrice Robin shot about,
And alway he sliced the wand, And so did good Gilbert,
With the white hand.
Little John and good Scathelock Were archers good and free ;
Little Much and good Reynold, The worst would they not be.
ccxciv When they hadde shot about,
These archers fair and good, Evermore was the best,
For soothe, Robin Hood.
ccxcv Him was deliver'd the good arrow,
For best worthy was he ; He took the gift so courteously,
To greene-wood would he.
ccxcvi They cried out on Robin Hood
And great horns gan they blow : ' Woe worth thee, treason ! ' said Robin,
' Full evil thou art to know.
ccxcvn ' And woe be thee, thou proud Sheriff,
Thus gladding thy guest; Otherwise thou behote me
In yonder wild forest.
worth thee] be to thee. behote] didst promise.