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ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY
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His mail-horse and his great somers
Followed our King behind, Till they came to greene-wood
A mile under the lind.
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There they met with good Robin,
Standing on the way, And so did many a bold archer,
For sooth as I you say.
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Robin took the Kinge's horse
Hastily in that stide, And said, ' Sir Abbot, by your leave,
A while ye must abide.
ccclxxvii ' We be yeomen of this forest
Under the green-wood tree; We live by our Kinges deer,
None other shift have we.
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' And ye have churches and rentes both
And gold full great plenty; Give us some of your spending,
For sainte charity.'
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Then bespake our comely King,
Anon then saide he, ' I have brought no more to greene-wood
But forty pound with me.
mail-horse] baggage-horse. lind] linden, lime tree. stide] stead, place.
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