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ROBIN ■ HOOD. |
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Good Robin oft gave chace To the monks with sullen face,
Till he made them drop their gear; And their hearts would quake, And their lusty limbs would shake,
If gallant Robin Hood was near. |
Like that yeoman brave,
We hate a canting knave, As the very worst of companies:
So, though bold Robinls gone,
Still his heart lives on, And we drink to him with three times three. |
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