He toke the yeft so curteysly,
To grenë wode wolde he.
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They cryed out on Robyn Hode,
And grete hornës gan they blowe:
‘Wo worth the, treason!’ sayd Robyn,
‘Full euyl thou art to knowe.
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‘And wo be thou! thou proudë sheryf,
Thus gladdynge thy gest;