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ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR
XXIII
Robin Hood shot passing well,
Till his arrows all were gone; They took their swords and steel bucklers,
And fought with might and maine ;
XXIV
From ten o' th' clock that day,
Till four i th' afternoon ; Then Robin Hood came to his knees,
Of the friar to beg a boon.
xxv A boon, a boon, thou curtal friar ! I beg it on my knee; Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth, And to blow blasts three.'
XXVI
' That will I do,' said the curtal friar!
i Of thy blasts I have no doubt; I hope thou 'It blow so passing well Till both thy eyes fall out.'
XXVII
Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth
He blew but blasts three ; Half a hundred yeomen, with bows bent,
Came raking over the lee.
XXVIII
' Whose men are these,' said the friar,
i That come so hastily ?' ' These men are mine,' said Robin Hood ' Friar, what is that to thee V
raking] advancing.
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