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ROBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER
' Come fill us more wine,' said jolly Robin, ' Let us merry be while we do stay;
For wine and good cheer, be it never so dear, I vow I the reckoning will pay.
' Come, brothers, be merry,' said jolly Robin, ' Let us drink, and never give o'er;
For the shot I will pay, ere I go my way, If it cost me five pounds and more.'
' This is a mad blade,' the butchers then said;
Says the Sheriff, ' He's some prodigal, That his land has sold, for silver and gold, And meaneth to spend it all.'
' Hast thou any horn-beasts,' the Sheriff inquired,
' Good fellow, to sell unto me ?'— ' Yea, a plenty I have, good Master Sheriff, I have hundreds two or three.
' And a hundred acre of good free land,
An it please you go for to see; And I'le make you as good assurance of it
As ever my father made me.'
The Sheriff he saddled a good palfrey, With three hundred pound in gold,
And away he went with bold Robin Hood, His horned beasts to behold. 610