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Стр. 127 - And danc'd round about the oke tree ; " For three merry men, and three merry men, And three merry men we be.
Стр. 124 - They all with a shout made the elements ring, So soon as the office was o'er ; To feasting they went, with true merriment, And tippled strong liquor gillore.
Стр. 94 - Well, I have a room, cousin Robin,' she said, ' Which you did never see, And if you please to walk therein, You blooded by me shall be.
Стр. 55 - And evyll thryfte on thy hede,' sayd Lytell Johan, ' Ryght under thy hattes bonde, For thou hast made our mayster wroth. He is fastynge so longe.
Стр. 94 - Will you please to sit down, Cousin Robin," she said, " And drink some beer with me ? " " No, I will neither eat nor drink, Till I am blooded by thee.
Стр. 129 - IN summer time, when leaves grow green, Down, a down, a down. And birds sing on every tree, Hey down, a down, a down. Robin Hood went to Nottingham, Down, a down, a down. As fast as hee could dree. Hey down, a down, a down. And...
Стр. 159 - the young man said, "What is your will with me?" "You must come before our master straight, Under yon greenwood tree." And when he came bold Robin before, Robin askt him courteously, "O hast thou any money to spare For my merry men and me?
Стр. 94 - Lay me a green sod under my head, And another at my feet ; And lay my bent bow by my side, Which was my music sweet ; And make my grave of gravel and green, Which is most right and meet. Let me have length and breadth enough. With a green sod under my head ; That they may say, when I am dead, Here lies bold Robin Hood.
Стр. 167 - I've a bag for meal, and a bag for malt, And a bag for barley and corn; A bag for bread, and a bag for beef, And a bag for my little small horn." "I have a horn in my pocket, I got it from Robin Hood, And still when I set it to my mouth, For thee it blows little good.