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117. Robin Hood and the Monk
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N somer, when the shawes be sheyne, And leves be large and long, Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here the foulys song : ii To se the dere draw to the dale,
And leve the hilles hee, And shadow hem in the leves grene, Under the grene-wode tre. in Hit befel on Whitsontide, Erly in a May mornyng, The Son up feyre can shyne, And the briddis mery can syng.
IV
' This is a mery mornyng,' seid Litull John,
' Be Hym that dyed on tre ; A more mery man then I am one
Lyves not in Cristiante. v ' Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,'
Litull John can sey, ' And thynk hit is a full fayre tyme
In a mornyng of May.'
VI
'Ye, on thyng greves me,' seid Robyn, i And does my hert mych woo ;
That I may not no solem day To mas nor matyns goo.
shawes] woods. sheyne] bright, beautiful.
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