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Forth then wentè Robin Hood
Till he came to our King:
‘My lord the King of Engèland,
Grant me mine asking!
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‘I made a chapel in Barnèsdale
That seemly is to see,
It is of Mary Magdalen,
And thereto would I be.
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‘I might never in this seven night
No timè sleep nor wink,
Neither all these seven days
Neither eat nor drink.
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‘Me longeth sore to Barnèsdale,
I may not be therefro[917];
Barefoot and woolward[918] I have hight[919]
Thither for to go.’
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‘If it be so,’ then said our King,
‘It may no better be;
Seven night I give thee leave,
No longer, to dwell from me.’