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to a friend	A
	-
No those days are gone away	B
And their hours are old and gray	B
And their minutes buried all	C
Under the down trodden pall	D
Of the leaves of many years	E
Many times have winter's shears	F
Frozen North and chilling East	G
Sounded tempests to the feast	G
Of the forest's whispering fleeces	H
Since men knew nor rent nor leases	H
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No the bugle sounds no more	I
And the twanging bow no more	I
Silent is the ivory shrill	J
Past the heath and up the hill	J
There is no mid forest laugh	K
Where lone Echo gives the half	K
To some wight amaz'd to hear	L
Jesting deep in forest drear	L
	-
On the fairest time of June	M
You may go with sun or moon	M
Or the seven stars to light you	N
Or the polar ray to right you	N
But you never may behold	O
Little John or Robin bold	O
Never one of all the clan	P
Thrumming on an empty can	P
Some old hunting ditty while	Q
He doth his green way beguile	Q
To fair hostess Merriment	O
Down beside the pasture Trent	O
For he left the merry tale	R
Messenger for spicy ale	R
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Gone the merry morris din	S
Gone the song of Gamelyn	S
Gone the tough belted outlaw	T
Idling in the gren egrave shawe	B
All are gone away and past	O
And if Robin should be cast	O
Sudden from his turfed grave	U
And if Marian should have	V
Once again her forest days	W
She would weep and he would craze	W
He would swear for all his oaks	X
Fall'n beneath the dockyard strokes	X
Have rotted on the briny seas	Y
She would weep that her wild bees	Y
Sang not to her strange that honey	S
Can't be got without hard money	S
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So it is yet let us sing	Z
Honour to the old bow string	Z
Honour to the bugle horn	S
Honour to the woods unshorn	S
Honour to the Lincoln green	S
Honour to the archer keen	S
Honour to tight little John	S
And the horse he rode upon	S
Honour to bold Robin Hood	O
Sleeping in the underwood	O
Honour to maid Marian	S
And to all the Sherwood clan	S
Though their days have hurried by	A2
Let us two a burden try	A2

John Keats

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