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ROBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAB.
I shall see if a broad arrow, Can pierce a beggar's skin."
The beggar smii'd, and answer made,
" Far better let me be; Think not that I will be afraid
For thy nip crooked tree.
" Or that I fear thee any whit For thy curn nips of sticks;
I know no use for them so meet As to be pudding-pricks.
" Here I defy thee to do me ill, For all thy boisterous fare;
Thou'st get nothing from me but ill, Would'st thou seek evermair."
Good Eobin bent his noble bow,
He was an angery man, And in it set a broad arrow;
Yet erst was drawn a span,
The beggar, with his noble tree, Eeach'd him so round a rout,
That his bow and his broad arrow In flinders flew about.
Good Robin bound him to his brand, But that prov'd likewise vain,