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ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE
He took Sir Guy's head by the hayre. And sticked itt on his bowes end:
' Thou hast been traytor all thy liffe,
Which thing must have an ende.'
Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe, And nicked Sir Guy in the face,
That he was never on woman born, Cold tell whose head it was.
Saies, ' Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guy,
And with me be not wrothe; If thou have had the worse strokes at my hand,
Thou shalt have the better clothe.'
Robin did off his gowne of greene,
And on Sir Guy did it throwe, And hee put on that capull-hyde,
That clad him topp to toe.
' The bowe, the arrowes, and litle home,
Now with me I will beare ; For I will away to Barnesdale, To see how my men doe fare.'
Robin sett Guy's home to his mouth,
A loud blast in it he did blow. That beheard the Sheriffe of Nottingham,
As he leaned under a lowe.
capull-hyde] horse-hide. lowe] hillock.