‘Saint Mary’s Abbey,’ said the Monk,
‘Though I be simple here.’—
‘In what office?’ said Robin;
‘Sir, the High Cellerèr.’
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‘Ye be the more welcome,’ said Robin,
‘So ever mote I the[845]:
Fill of the best wine,’ said Robin,
‘This Monk shall drink to me.
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‘But I have great marvel,’ said Robin,
‘Of all this longè day;
I dread Our Lady be wroth with me,
She sent me not my pay.’
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‘Have no doubt, master,’ said Little John,
‘Ye have no need, I say,
This Monk hath brought it, I dare well swear,
For he is of her Abbèy.’
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‘And she was a borrow,’ said Robin,
‘Between a Knight and me,
Of a little money that I him lent,
Under the green-wood tree.