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ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK
He gaf hym a gode swerd in his hond, His hed therwith for to kepe,
And ther as the walle was lowyst Anon down can thei lepe.
Be that the cok began to crow,
The day began to spryng, The Scheref fond the jaylier ded ;
The comyn bell made he ryng.
He made a crye thoroout al the towu, Wheder he be yoman or knave,
That cowthe bryng hym Robyn Hode, His warison he shuld have.
'Ffor I dar never,' said the Scheref,
' Cum before oure Kyng ; Ffor if I do, I wot serten
Ffor sothe he wil me heng.'
The Scheref made to seke Notyngham,
Bothe be strete and stye, And Robyn was in mery Scherwode,
As light as lef on lynde.
Then bespake gode Litull John, To Robyn Hode can he say,
' I have done the a gode turne for an evyll, Quyte the whan thou may.
comyn bell] town bell. warison] reward. stye]