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Стр. 262 - Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, , With a link a down and a day, And there he met a silly old woman, Was weeping on the way. 3 "What news? what news, thou silly old woman? What news hast thou for me?
Стр. 311 - 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.
Стр. 279 - I have no money," the young man said, "But five shillings and a ring ; And that I have kept this seven long years, To have it at my wedding.
Стр. 166 - Robin was reachles on a roote, And stumbled at that tyde; And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all, And hitt him ore the left side. "Ah, deere Lady," sayd Robin Hood tho, "Thou art but mother and may'; I think it was never mans destinye To dye before his day.
Стр. 265 - 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.
Стр. 249 - THERE chanced to be a pedlar bold, A pedlar bold he chanced to be, He rolled his pack all on his back, And he came tripping o'er the lee. Down, a down, a down, a down, Down, a down, a down.
Стр. 220 - I needs must acknowledge thou art a brave soul ; With thee I'll no longer contend ; For needs must I say, thou hast got the day, Our battel shall be at an end.
Стр. 278 - COME listen to me, you gallants so free, All you that love mirth for to hear, And I will tell you of a bold outlaw That lived in Nottinghamshire. As Robin Hood in the forest stood, All under the green-wood tree, There he was aware of a brave young man, As fine as fine might be. The youngster was...