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Robin beheld our comely King
Wistly in the face,
So did Sir Richard at the Lee,
And knelt down in that place.
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And so did all the wild outlàws,
When they saw them kneel:
‘My lord the King of Engèland,
Now I know you weel!’
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‘Mercy then, Robin,’ said our King,
‘Under your trystell-tree,
Of thy goodness and thy grace,
For my men and me!’
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‘Yes, ’fore God,’ said Robin Hood,
‘And also God me save!
I ask mercy, my lord the King,
And for my men I crave.’
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‘Yes, ’fore God,’ then said our King,
‘And thereto sent I me,
With that thou leave the greenè-wood,
And all thy company;