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ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK
He gos in to Seynt Mary chirch, And kneled down before the rode ;
Alle that e'er were the church within Beheld wel Robyn Hode.
Beside hym stod a gret-hedid munke,
I pray to God woo he be ! Fful sone he knew gode Robyn,
As sone as he hym se.
Out at the durre he ran,
Fful sone and anon ; Alle the yatis of Notyngham
He made to be sparred euerychon.
' Rise up,' he seid, ' thou prowde Schereff, Buske the and make the bowne ;
I have spyed the Kynggis felon, Fforsothe he is in this town.
i I have spyed the false felon,
As he stondis at his masse ; Hit is long of the,' seide the munke
' And ever he fro us passe.
' This traytur name is Robyn Hode,
Under the grene-wode lynde ; He rcbbyt me onys of a hundred pouna,
Hit shalle never out of my mynde.'
yatis] gates. sparred] barred. Buske] get ready,
bowne] bound, ready. long of] along of, i. e. thy fault.