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Thou gentyll knyght and trewe,
And bye hors and harnes good,
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And yf thou fayle ony spendynge,
Com to Robyn Hode,
And by my trouth thou shalt none fayle
The whyles I have any good.
And broke well thy four hundred pound,
Whiche I lent to the,