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240 EOBIN HOOD AND THE SHEPHERD.
But it will breed thee mickle pain, 35
To win my twenty pound."
" Come draw thy sword, thou proud fellow, Thou standest too long to prate;
This hook of mine shall let thee know,
A coward I do hate." *>
So they fell to it, full hard and sore ;
It was on a summers day ; From ten till four in the afternoon
The shepherd held him play.
Robin's buckler proved his chiefest defence, «
And saved him many a bang, For every blow the shepherd gave
Made Robins sword cry twang.
Many a sturdie blow the shepherd gave,
And that bold Robin found, «
Till the blood ran trickling from his head, Then he fell to the ground.
" Arise, arise, thou proud fellow,
And thou shalt have fair play, If thou wilt yield, before thou go, «
That I have won the day."
" A boon, a boon," cry'd bold Robin, " If that a man thou be, |
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