To duck him likewise; but Robin Hood cries,
He is a stout fellow, forbear.
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There’s no one shall wrong thee, friend, be not afraid;
These bowmen upon me do wait;
There’s threescore and nine; if thou wilt be mine,
Thou shalt have my livery strait.
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And other accoutrements fit for a man;
Speak up, jolly blade, never fear;