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Robin Hood And The Monk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In somer when the shawes be sheyne	A
And leves be large and longe	B
Hit is full mery in feyre foreste	C
To here the foulys song	D
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To se the dere draw to the dale	E
And leve the hilles hee	F
And shadow hem in the leves grene	A
Vndur the grene wode tre	G
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Hit befell on Whitsontide	C
Erly in a may mornyng	D
The son vp fayre can shyne	A
And the briddis mery can syng	D
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This is a mery mornyng seid Litulle Johne	A
Be hym that dyed on tre	G
A more mery man than I am one	A
Lyves not in Cristiante	C
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Pluk vp thi hert my dere mayster	G
Litulle Johne can sey	H
And thynk hit is a fulle fayre tyme	I
In a mornynge of may	I
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Ze on thynge greves me seid Robyne	A
And does my hert mych woo	J
That I may not so solem day	I
To mas nor matyns goo	J
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Hit is a fourtnet and more seyd hee	F
Syn I my Sauyour see	F
To day will I to Notyngham seid Robyn	A
With the myght of mylde Mary	F
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Then spake Moche the mylner sune	A
Euer more wel hym betyde	I
Take xii thi wyght zemen	A
Well weppynd be thei side	I
Such on wolde thi selfe slon	A
That xii dar not abyde	I
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Off alle my mery men seid Robyne	A
Be my feithe I wil non haue	F
But Litulle Johne shall beyre my bow	K
Til that me list to drawe	J
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Thou shalle beyre thin own seid Litulle Jon	A
Maister and I wil beyre myne	A
And we wille shete a peny seid Litulle Jon	A
Vnder the grene wode lyne	A
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I wil not shete a peny seyde Robyn Hode	I
In feith Litulle Johne with thee	F
But euer for on as thou shetes seid Robyn	A
In feith I holde the thre	F
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Thus shet thei forthe these zemen too	I
Bothe at buske and brome	I
Til Litulle Johne wan of his maister	F
V s to hose and shone	A
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A ferly strife fel them betwene	A
As they went bi the way	J
Litull Johne seid he had won v shyllyngs	F
And Robyn Hode seid schortly nay	J
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With that Robyn Hode lyed Litul Jone	A
And smote him with his honde	I
Litul John waxed wroth therwith	F
And pulled out his bright bronde	I
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Were thou not my maister seid Litulle Johne	A
Thou shuldis by hit ful sore	F
Get the a man where thou wilt Robyn	A
For thou getes me no more	F
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Then Robyn goes to Notyngham	I
Hymselfe mornynge allone	A
And Litulle Johne to mery Scherewode	I
The pathes he knowe alkone	A
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Whan Robyn came to Notyngham	I
Sertenly withoutene layne	A
He prayed to God and myld Mary	F
To brynge hym out saue agayne	A
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He gos into seynt Mary chirche	L
And knelyd downe before the rode	I
Alle that euer were the churche within	A
Beheld wel Robyne Hode	I
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Beside hym stode a gret hedid munke	J
I pray to God woo he be	F
Full sone he knew gode Robyn	A
As sone as he hym se	F
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Out at the durre he ran	A
Ful sone and anon	A
Alle the zatis of Notyngham	I
He made to be sparred euerychone	A
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Rise vp he seid thou prowde schereff	M
Buske the and make the bowne	A
I haue spyed the kynges felone	A
For sothe he is in this towne	A
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I haue spyed the false felone	A
As he stondes at his masse	F
Hit is longe of the seide the munke	J
And euer he fro vs passe	J
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This traytur s name is Robyn Hode	I
Vnder the grene wode lynde	I
He robbyt me onys of a C pound	I
Hit shalle neuer out of my mynde	I
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Vp then rose this prowd schereff	M
And zade towarde hym zare	F
Many was the modur son	A
To the kyrk with him can fare	F
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In at the durres thei throly thrast	I
With staves ful gode ilkone	A
Alas alas seid Robin Hode	I
Now mysse I Litulle Johne	A
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But Robyne toke out a too hond sworde	I
That hangit down be his kne	A
Ther as the schereff and his men stode thyckust	I
Thidurward wold he	F
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Thryes thorow at them he ran	A
Then for sothe as I yow say	J
And woundyt many a modur sone	A
And xii he slew that day	J
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Hys sworde vpon the schireff hed	J
Sertanly he brake in too	J
The smyth that the made seid Robyn	A
I pray God wyrke him woo	J
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For now am I weppynlesse seid Robyne	A
Alasse agayn my wylle	E
But if I may fle these traytors fro	F
I wot thei wil me kylle	E
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Robyns men to the churche ran	A
Throout hem euerilkon	A
Sum fel in swonyng as thei were dede	J
And lay still as any stone	A
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Non of theym were in her mynde	J
But only Litulle Jon	A
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Let be your dule seid Litulle Jon	A
For his luf that dyed on tre	J
Ze that shulde be duzty men	A
Hit is gret shame to se	F
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Oure maister has bene hard bystode	J
And zet scapyd away	J
Pluk up your hertes and leve this mone	A
And herkyn what I shal say	J
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He has seruyd our lady many a day	J
And zet wil securly	E
Therefore I trust in her specialy	E
No wycked deth shal he dye	N
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Therfor be glad seid Litul Johne	A
And let this mournyng be	F
And I shall be the munkes gyde	J
With the myght of mylde Mary	F
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And I mete hym seid Litull Johne	A
We will go but we too	J
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Loke that ze kepe wel our tristil tre	J
Vnder the levys smale	E
And spare non of this venyson	A
That gose in thys vale	E
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Forthe thei went these zemen too	J
Litul Johne and Moche onfere	J
And lokid on Moche emys hows	J
The hyeway lay fulle nere	J
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Litul John stode at a window in the mornynge	B
And lokid forth at a stage	B
He was war wher the munke came ridynge	B
And with him a litul page	B
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Be my feith said Litul Johne to Moche	L
I can the tel tithyngus gode	J
I se wher the munk comys rydyng	J
I know hym be his wyde hode	J
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Thei went into the way these zemen bothe	F
As curtes men and hende	J
Thei spyrred tithyngus at the munke	J
As thei hade bene his frende	J
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Fro whens come ze seid Litul Johne	A
Tel vs tithyngus I yow pray	J
Off a false owtlay called Robyn Hode	J
Was takyn zisturday	J
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He robbyt me and my felowes bothe	F
Of xx marke in serten	A
If that false owtlay be takyn	A
For sothe we wolde be fayne	A
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So did he me seid the munke	J
Of a C pound and more	J
I layde furst hande hym apon	A
Ze may thonke me therefore	J
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I pray God thanke yow seid Litulle Johne	A
And we wil when we may	J
We wil go with yow with your leve	M
And brynge yow on your way	J
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For Robyn Hode hase many a wilde felow	E
I telle yow in certen	A
If thei wist ze rode this way	J
In feith ze shulde be slayn	A
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As thei went talkyng be the way	J
The munke an Litulle Johne	A
Johne toke the munkes horse be the hede	J
Ful sone and anone	A
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Johne toke the munkes horse be the hed	J
For sothe as I yow say	J
So did Muche the litulle page	B
For he shulde not stirre away	J
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Be the golett of the hode	J
Johne pulled the munke downe	A
Johne was nothynge of hym agast	J
He lete hym falle on his crowne	A
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Litulle Johne was sore agrevyd	J
And drew out his swerde in hye	N
The munke saw he shulde be ded	J
Lowd mercy can he crye	N
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He was my maister said Litulle Johne	A
That thou hase browzt in bale	E
Shalle thou neuer cum at our kynge	B
For to telle hym tale	E
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John smote of the munkes hed	J
No longer wolde he dwelle	E
So did Moche the litulle page	B
For ferd lest he wold tell	E
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Ther thei beryed hem both	F
In nouther mosse nor lynge	B
And Litulle Johne and Muche infere	J
Bare the letturs to oure kyng	J
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He kneled down vpon his kne	A
God zow sane my lege lorde	J
Jesus yow saue and se	J
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God yow saue my lege kyng	J
To speke Johne was fulle bolde	J
He gaf hym tbe letturs in his hond	J
The kyng did hit unfold	J
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The kyng red the letturs anon	A
And seid so met I the	F
Ther was neuer zoman in mery Inglond	J
I longut so sore to see	J
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Wher is the munke that these shuld haue browzt	J
Oure kynge gan say	J
Be my trouthe seid Litull Jone	A
He dyed aftur the way	J
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The kyng gaf Moche and Litul Jon	A
xx pound in sertan	A
And made theim zemen of the crowne	A
And bade theim go agayn	A
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He gaf Johne the seel in hand	J
The scheref for to bere	J
To brynge Robyn hym to	J
And no man do hym dere	J
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Johne toke his leve at cure kyng	J
The sothe as I yow say	J
The next way to Notyngham	J
To take he zede the way	J
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When Johne came to Notyngham	J
The zatis were sparred ychone	A
Johne callid vp the porter	J
He answerid sone anon	A
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What is the cause seid Litul John	A
Thou sparris the zates so fast	J
Because of Robyn Hode seid the porter	J
In depe prison is cast	J
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Johne and Moche and Wylle Scathlok	J
For sothe as I yow say	J
Thir slew oure men vpon oure wallis	J
And sawtene vs euery day	J
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Litulle Johne spyrred aftur the schereff	M
And sone he hym fonde	J
He oppyned the kyngus prive seelle	E
And gaf hyn in his honde	J
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When the schereft saw the kyngus seelle	E
He did of his hode anon	A
Wher is the munke that bare the letturs	J
He said to Litulle Johne	A
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He is so fayn of hym seid Litulle Johne	A
For sothe as I yow sey	J
He has made hym abot of Westmynster	J
A lorde of that abbay	F
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The scheref made John gode chere	J
And gaf hym wine of the best	J
At nyzt thei went to her bedde	J
And euery man to his rest	J
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When the scheref was on slepe	O
Dronken of wine and ale	E
Litul Johne and Moche for sothe	F
Toke the way vnto the jale	E
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Litul Johne callid vp the jayler	J
And bade him ryse anon	A
He seid Robyn Hode had brokyn preson	A
And out of hit was gon	A
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The portere rose anon sertan	A
As sone as he herd John calle	E
Litul Johne was redy with a swerd	J
And bare hym to the walle	E
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Now will I be porter seid Litul Johne	A
And take the keyes in honde	J
He toke the way to Robyn Hode	J
And sone he hym vnbonde	J
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He gaf hym a gode swerd in his hond	J
His hed with for to kepe	O
And ther as the walle was lowyst	J
Anon down can thei lepe	O
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Be that the cok began to crow	J
The day began to sprynge	B
The scheref fond the jaylier ded	J
The comyn belle made he rynge	B
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He made a crye thoroowt al the tow n	A
Whedur he be zoman or knave	M
That cowthe brynge hyrn Robyn Hode	J
His warisone he shuld haue	F
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For I dar neuer said the scheref	M
Cum before oure kynge	B
For if I do I wot serten	A
For sothe he wil me henge	B
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The scheref made to seke Notyngham	J
Bothe be strete and stye	N
And Robyn was in mery Scherwode	J
As lizt as lef on lynde	J
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Then bespake gode Litulle Johne	A
To Robyn Hode can he say	J
I haue done the a gode turne for an euylle	E
Quyte me whan thou may	J
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I haue done the a gode turne said Litulle Johne	A
For sothe as I you saie	J
I haue brouzt the vnder grene wode lyne	A
Fare wel and haue gode day	J
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Nay be my trouthe seid Robyn Hode	J
So shalle hit neuer be	F
I make the maister seid Robyn Hode	J
Off alle my men and me	F
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Nay be my trouthe seid Litulle Johne	A
So shall hit neuer be	F
But lat me be a felow seid Litulle Johne	A
Non odur kepe I'll be	F
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Thus Johne gate Robyn Hode out of prisone	A
Sertan withoutyn layne	A
When his men saw hym hol and sounde	J
For sothe they were ful fayne	A
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They filled in wyne and made him glad	J
Vnder the levys smale	E
And zete pastes of venysone	A
That gode was with ale	E
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Than worde came to oure kynge	B
How Robyn Hode was gone	A
And how the scheref of Notyngham	F
Durst neuer loke hyme vpone	A
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Then bespake oure cumly kynge	B
In an angur hye	N
Litulle Johne hase begyled the schereff	M
In faith so hase he me	F
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Litulle Johne has begyled vs bothe	F
And that fulle wel I se	J
Or ellis the schereff of Notyngham	F
Hye hongut shuld he be	F
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I made hem zemen of the crowne	A
And gaf hem fee with my hond	J
I gaf hem grithe seid oure kyng	J
Thorowout alle mery Inglond	J
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I gaf hem grithe then seide oure kyng	J
I say so mot I the	F
For sothe soche a zeman as he is on	A
In alle Ingland ar not thre	J
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He is trew to his maister seide oure kynge	B
I say be swete seynt Johne	A
He louys bettur Robyn Hode	J
Then he dose vs ychone	A
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Robyne Hode is euer bond to him	F
Bothe in strete and stalle	E
Speke no more of this matter seid oure kynge	B
But John has begyled vs alle	E
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Thus endys the talkyng of the munke	J
And Robyne Hode i wysse	J
God that is euer a crowned kyng	J
Bryng vs alle to his blisse	J