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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That thus disguised came,

Whose valour speaks that noble blood

Doth run through every vain.

A boon, a boon, quoth Robin Hood,

On my knees I beg and crave.

By my crown, quoth the king, I grant,

Ask what, and thou shalt have. {233}

Then pardon I beg for my merry men,

Which are in the green-wood,

For Little John and Will Scadlock,