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A TRUE TALE OF KOB1N HOOD. 357:
No monks nor fryers would he let goe, 65
Without paying their fees: If they thought much to be us'd so,
Their stones he made them leese.
For sueh as they the country fill'd
With bastards in those dayes; ro
Which to prevent, these sparkes did geld
All that came by their ways.
But Robbin Hood so gentle was,
And bore so brave a minde, If any in distresse did passe, m
To them he was so kinde,
That he would give and lend to them,
To helpe them in their neede; This made all poore men pray for him,
And wish ho well might speede. so
The widdow and the fatherlesse
He would send ineanes unto; And those whom famine did oppresse
Found him a friendly foe.
Nor would he doe a woman wrong, 85
But see her safe conveid: ■He would protect with power strong
All those who crav'd his ayde.
The abbot of Saint Maries then,
Who him undid before, 90
Was riding with two hundred men,
And gold and silver store.