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ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBCRNE
t Woe worth thee, wicked wood,' sayd John,
' That ere thou grew on a tree ! For now this day thou art my bale,
My boote when thou shold bee.'
His shoote it was but loosely shott,
Yet it flewe not in vaine, For itt met one of the Sherriff 's men,
Good William a Trent was slaine.
It had bene better of William a Trent
To have hanged upon a gallow, Than to be that day in the grene-wood
To meet Little John's arrowe.
But as it is said, when men be mett
Fyve can doe more than three, The Sheriffe hath taken Little John,
And bound him fast to a tree.
' Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe,
And hanged hye on a hill.'—
' But thou mayst fayle,' quoth Little John,
i If itt be Christ his will.'
Let us leave talking of Little John,
And thinke of Robin Hood, How he is gone to the wight yeman,
Where under the leaves he stood.