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94 A LTTELL GESTE OF EOBTN HODK.
At a payre of fynly buttes, is
Under the grene wode shawe,
A ryght good arowe he shall have,
The shaft of sylver whyte, The heade and the feders of ryche rede golde,
In Englond is none lyke. ao
This then herde good Eobyn,
Under his trystell tre : " Make you redy, ye wyght yonge men;
That shotynge wyll I se.
" Buske you, my mery yonge men, 25
Ye shall go with me ; And I wyll wete the shryves fayth,
Tre we and yf he be."
"WTian they had theyr bowes ibent,
Theyr takles fedred fre, so
Seven score of wyght yonge men
Stode by Robyns kne.
Whan they cam to Notyngham, The buttes were fayre and longe;
Many was the bolde archere 35
That shoted with bowes stronge.
" There shall but syx shote with me ; The other shal kepe my hede.