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ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE
' Buske yee, bowne yee, my merry men all,
And John shall goe with mee, For I'le goe seeke yond wight yemen,
In grenewood where they bee.
They cast on them their gownes of grene3 [And tooke theyr bowes each one ;
And all away to the grene forrest] A shooting forth are gone ;
Until they came to the merry grenewood,
Where they had gladdest bee, There were they ware of a wight yeman,
His body lean'd to a tree.
A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
Of manye a man the bane ; And he was clad in his capull-hyde
Topp and tayll and mayne.
i Stand you still, Master,' quoth Little John,
' Under this trusty tree, And I will go to yond wight yeoman
To know his meaning trulye.'
' A ! John, by me thou settest noe store,
And that's a farley finde. How offt send I my men beffore,
And tarry my selfe behinde ?
Buske] dress. bowne] get ready. capull-hyde] horse-
hide, farley] wondrous strange.