XVIII
‘Come, brothers, be merry,’ said jolly Robìn,
‘Let us drink, and never give o’er;
For the shot I will pay, ere I go my way,
If it cost me five pounds and more.’
‘Come, brothers, be merry,’ said jolly Robìn,
‘Let us drink, and never give o’er;
For the shot I will pay, ere I go my way,
If it cost me five pounds and more.’