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A LITTLE GESTE OF
CCXCVIII
'But had I thee in greene-wood,
Under my trystell-tree, Thou shouldest leave me a better wed
Than thy true lewte.'
ccxcix Full many a bowe there was bent,
And arrows let they glide ; Many a kirtle there was rent,
And hurt full many a side.
CCC The outlaws' shotte was so strong
That no man might them drives, And the proude Sheriff's men
They fled away full blive.
ccci Robin saw the bushment broke,
In green-wood he would be ; Many an arrow there was shot
Among that company.
CCCII Little John was hurt full sore,
With an arrow in his knee, That he might neither go nor ride ?
It was full great pity.
ccciii 'Master,' then said Little John,
' If ever thou lovest me, And for that ilk Lordes love.
That died upon a tree,
wed] pledge, security. blive] quickly. bushment]
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