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ROBIN HOOD'S GOLDEN PRIZE
The priests did pray with mournful chear, Sometimes their hands did wring,
Sometimes they wept and cried aloud, Whilst Robin did merrily sing.
When they had pray'd an hour's space,
The priests did still lament; Then quoth bold Robin, ' Now let's see
What money heaven hath us sent.
' We will be sharers all alike
Of the money that we have ; And there is never a one of us
That his fellows shall deceive.'
The priests their hands in their pockets put,
But money would find none : ' We'll search ourselves,' said Robin Hood,
' Each other, one by one.'
Then Robin took pains to search them both, And he found good store of gold ;
Five hundred pieces presently Upon the grass was told.
' Here 's a brave show,' said Robin Hood,
' Such store of gold to see ! And you shall each one have a part,
'Cause you pray'd so heartily.'