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A TRUE TALE OF ROBIN HOOD.
Bat, to speak true of Robbin Hood,
And wrong him not a jot, He never would shed any mans blood
That him invaded not.
Nor would he injure husbandmen, That toyld at cart and plough;
For well he knew, were't not for them To live no man knew how.
The king in person, with some lords,
To Nottingham did ride, To try what strength and skill affords
To crush these outlaws pride.
And, as he once before had done,
He did againe proclaime, That whosoe'er would take upon
To bring to Nottingham,
Or any place within the land,
. Rebellious Robbin Hood, Should be preferM in place to stand With those of noble blood.
When Robbin Hood heard of the same,
Within a little space, Into the towne of Nottingham
A letter to his grace
He shot upon an arrow head,
One evening cunningly; Which was brought to the king, and read
Before his majestie.