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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Anone our kynge, with that worde,

He folde up his sleve,

And sych a buffet he gave Robyn,

To grounde he yede full nere.

I make myn avowe to god, sayd Robyn,

Thou arte a stalworthe frere ;

There is pith in thyn arme, sayd Robyn,

I trowe thou canst well shote.

Thus our kynge and Robyn Hode

Togeder than they met. {73}