Robin Hood / A collection of all the ancient poems, songs, and ballads, now extant, relative to that celebrated English outlaw. To which are prefixed historical anecdotes of his life.

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By fifty pase, our kynge sayd,

The merkes were to longe. {71}

On every syde a rose garlonde,

They shot under the lyne.

Who so fayleth of the rose garlonde, sayd Robyn,

His takyll he shall tyne,

And yelde it to his mayster,

Be it never so fyne,

For no man wyll I spare,

So drynke I ale or wyne.