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In somer when the shawes be sheyne	A
And leves be large and long	B
Hit is full mery in feyre foreste	C
To here the foulys song	B
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To se the dere draw to the dale	D
And leve the hilles hee	E
And shadow hem in the leves grene	A
Under the grene wode tre	F
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Hit befel on Whitson	A
Erly in a May mornyng	B
The son up feyre can shyne	A
And the briddis mery can syng	B
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'This is a mery mornyng ' seid Litull John	A
'Be Hym that dyed on tre	F
A more mery man then I am one	A
Lyves not in Cristiant	C
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'Pluk up thi hert my dere mayster '	-
Litull John can sey	G
'And thynk hit is a full fayre tyme	H
In a mornyng of May '	-
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'Ye on thyng greves me ' seid Robyn	A
'And does my hert mych woo	I
That I may not no solem day	C
To mas nor matyns goo	I
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'Hit is a fourtnet and more ' seid he	E
'Syn I my Savyour see	E
To day wil I to Notyngham ' seid Robyn	A
'With the myght of mylde Marye '	-
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Than spake Moche the mylner sun	A
Ever more wel hym betyde	C
'Take twelve of thi wyght yemen	A
Well weppynd be thi side	C
Such on wolde thi selfe slon	A
That twelve dar not abyde '	-
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'Of all my mery men ' seid Robyn	A
'Be my feith I wil non have	J
But Litull John shall beyre my bow	K
Til that me list to drawe '	-
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'Thou shall beyre thin own ' seid Litull Jon	A
'Maister and I wyl beyre myne	A
And we well shete a peny ' seid Litull Jon	A
Under the grene wode lyne '	-
	-
'I wil not shete a peny ' seyd Robyn Hode	C
'In feith Litull John with the	L
But ever for on as thou shetis ' seide Robyn	A
'In feith I holde the thre '	-
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Thus shet thei forth these yemen too	C
Bothe at buske and brome	H
Til Litull John wan of his maister	F
Five shillings to hose and shone	A
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A ferly strife fel them betwene	A
As they went bi the wey	C
Litull John seid he had won five shillings	G
And Robyn Hode seid schortly nay	C
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With that Robyn Hode lyed Litul Jon	A
And smote hym with his hande	C
Litul Jon waxed wroth therwith	L
And pulled out his bright bronde	C
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'Were thou not my maister ' seid Litull John	A
'Thou shuldis by hit ful sore	F
Get the a man wher thou wille	M
For thou getis me no more '	-
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Then Robyn goes to Notyngham	H
Hym selfe mornyng allone	A
And Litull John to mery Scherwode	C
The pathes he knew ilkone	A
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Whan Robyn came to Notyngham	H
Sertenly withouten layn	A
He prayed to God and myld Mary	F
To bryng hym out save agayn	A
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He gos in to Seynt Mary chirch	N
And knelyd down before the rode	C
Alle that ever were the church within	A
Beheld wel Robyn Hode	C
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Beside hym stod a gret hedid munke	I
I pray to God woo he be	F
Ful sone he knew gode Robyn	A
As sone as he hym se	G
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Out at the durre he ran	A
Ful sone and anon	A
Alle the gatis of Notyngham	H
He made to be sparred everychon	A
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'Rise up ' he seid 'thou prowde schereff	J
Buske the and make the bowne	A
I have spyed the kynggis felon	A
For sothe he is in this town	A
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'I have spyed the false felon	A
As he stondis at his masse	G
Hit is long of the ' seide the munke	I
'And ever he fro us passe	C
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'This traytur name is Robyn Hode	C
Under the grene wode lynde	C
He robbyt me onys of a hundred pound	C
Hit shalle never out of my mynde '	-
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Up then rose this prowde schereff	J
And radly made hym yare	F
Many was the moder son	A
To the kyrk with hym can fare	F
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In at the durres thei throly thrast	C
With staves ful gode wone	A
'Alas alas ' seid Robyn Hode	C
'Now mysse I Litull John '	-
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But Robyn toke out a too hond sworde	C
That hangit down be his kne	A
Ther as the schereff and his men stode thyckust	C
Thedurwarde wolde he	F
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Thryes thorow at them he ran then	A
For sothe as I yow sey	C
And woundyt mony a moder son	A
And twelve he slew that day	C
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His sworde upon the schireff hed	C
Sertanly he brake in too	C
'The smyth that the made ' seid Robyn	A
'I pray to God wyrke hym woo	C
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'For now am I weppynlesse ' seid Robyn	A
'Alasse agayn my wyll	M
But if I may fle these traytors fro	F
I wot thei wil me kyll '	-
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Robyn in to her churche ran	A
Thro out hem everilkon	A
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Sum fel in swonyng as thei were dede	C
And lay stil as any stone	A
Non of theym were in her mynde	C
But only Litull Jon	A
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'Let be your rule ' seid Litull Jon	A
'For His luf that dyed on tre	C
Ye that shulde be dughty men	A
Het is gret shame to se	C
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'Oure maister has bene hard bystode	C
And yet scapyd away	C
Pluk up your hertis and leve this mone	A
And harkyn what I shal say	C
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'He has servyd Oure Lady many a day	C
And yet wil securly	M
Therfor I trust in hir specialy	M
No wyckud deth shal he dye	O
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'Therfor be glad ' seid Litul John	A
'And let this mournyng be	F
And I shal be the munkis gyde	C
With the myght of mylde Mary	F
And I mete hym ' seid Litul John	A
'We will go but we too	C
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'Loke that ye kepe wel owre tristil tre	C
Under the levys smale	M
And spare non of this venyson	A
That gose in thys vale '	-
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Forthe then went these yemen too	C
Litul John and Moche on fere	C
And lokid on Moch emys hows	C
The hye way lay full nere	C
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Litul John stode at a wyndow in the mornyng	I
And lokid forth at a stage	P
He was war wher the munke came ridyng	I
And with hym a litul page	P
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'Be my feith ' seid Litul John to Moch	N
'I can the tel tithyngus gode	C
I se wher the munke cumys rydyng	I
I know hym be his wyde hode '	-
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They went in to the way these yemen bothe	L
As curtes men and hende	C
Thei spyrred tithyngus at the munke	I
As they hade bene his frende	C
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'Fro whens come ye ' seid Litull Jon	A
'Tel us tithyngus I yow pray	C
Of a false owtlay	M
Was takyn yisterday	C
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'He robbyt me and my felowes bothe	L
Of twenti marke in serten	A
If that false owtlay be takyn	A
For sothe we wolde be fayn '	-
	-
'So did he me ' seid the munke	I
Of a hundred pound and more	C
I layde furst hande hym apon	A
Ye may thonke me therfore '	-
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'I pray God thanke you ' seid Litull John	A
'And we wil when we may	C
We wil go with you with your leve	J
And bryng yow on your way	C
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'For Robyn Hode hase many a wilde felow	M
I tell you in certen	A
If thei wist ye rode this way	C
In feith ye shulde be slayn '	-
	-
As thei went talking be the way	C
The munke and Litull John	A
John toke the munkis horse be the hede	C
Ful sone and anon	A
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Johne toke the munkis horse be the hed	C
For sothe as I yow say	C
So did Much the litull page	P
For he shulde not scape away	C
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Be the golett of the hode	C
John pulled the munke down	A
John was nothyng of hym agast	C
He lete hym falle on his crown	A
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Litull John was so agrevyd	C
And drew owt his swerde in hye	O
The munke saw he shulde be ded	C
Lowd mercy can he crye	O
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'He was my maister ' seid Litull John	A
'That thou hase browght in bale	M
Shalle thou never cum at oure kyng	I
For to telle hym tale '	-
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John smote of the munkis hed	C
No longer wolde he dwell	M
So did Moch the litull page	P
For ferd lest he wolde tell	M
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Ther thei beryed hem bothe	L
In nouther mosse nor lyng	I
And Litull John and Much in fere	C
Bare the letturs to oure kyng	I
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Litull John cam in unto the kyng	I
He knelid down upon his kne	A
'God yow save my lege lorde	C
Jhesus yow save and se	C
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'God yow save my lege kyng '	-
To speke John was full bolde	C
He gaf hym the letturs in his hand	C
The kyng did hit unfold	C
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The kyng red the letturs anon	A
And seid 'So mot I the	L
Ther was never yoman in mery Inglond	C
I longut so sore to se	C
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'Wher is the munke that these shuld have brought '	-
Oure kyng can say	C
'Be my trouth ' seid Litull John	A
'He dyed after the way '	-
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The kyng gaf Moch and Litul Jon	A
Twenti pound in sertan	A
And made theim yemen of the crown	A
And bade theim go agayn	A
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He gaf John the seel in hand	C
The scheref for to bere	C
To bryng Robyn hym to	C
And no man do hym dere	C
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John toke his leve at oure kyng	I
The sothe as I yow say	C
The next way to Notyngham	C
To take he yede the way	C
	-
Whan John came to Notyngham	C
The gatis were sparred ychon	A
John callid up the porter	C
He answerid sone anon	A
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'What is the cause ' seid Litul Jon	A
'Thou sparris the gates so fast '	-
'Because of Robyn Hode ' seid porter	C
'In depe priso	C