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 Front Matter
 Title Page
 The king and the abbot
 Dick Whittington and his cat
 Tom Thumb
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Title: The king & the abbot and other stories
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Title: The king & the abbot and other stories
Uniform Title: Tom Thumb
Alternate Title: King and the abbot and other stories
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : col. ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Frederick Warne and Co ( Publisher )
Emrik & Binger ( Lithographer )
Publisher: Frederick Warne & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: [1883?]
Subject: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Wit and humor, Juvenile   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1883   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1883
Genre: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Statement of Responsibility: illustrated by M.
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Some illustrations are printed in full colors by Emrik & Binger, and others and text are in tones of brown.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00053192
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002223970
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
    The king and the abbot
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        Page 2
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    Dick Whittington and his cat
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    Tom Thumb
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r t amusing Ballad is
very old. It was first called
King John and the Bishop
k.. of Canterbury"; but in King
.. FJAMES Ist's time it was written
again as we have it here. It
-j is almost the only time when
we hear anything merry or
"good-humoured of King John,
S the most wicked of all our
"kings. Children must espe-
N cially dislike the cruel Uncle,
who caused his poor little
nephew Arthur to be killed,
Sth at h e m ig h t tak e h is crow n .
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SJohn may have been rather a
better man, and able to laugh
at a good joke.
It was the fashion in those
days to ask these puzzling-
kinds of questions.




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"N ancient story I'll tell you anon,
Of a notable Prince that was called King John;
And he ruled England with main and with
For he did great wrong and maintained
- v ^ little right.
And I'll tell you a story, a story so merrie,
Concerning the Abbot of Canterbury;
How for his housekeeping and high renown,
They rode post for him to fair London town.




An hundred men, the King did hear say,
The Abbot kept in his house every day,
And fifty gold chains without any
"In velvet coats waited the Abbot


How now, Father Abbot, I hear it of thee,
Thou keepest a far better house than me;
And for thy housekeeping and high renown,
I fear thou work'st treason against my crown!"
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" My liege," quo' the Abbot, I would it were known,
I never spend nothing but what is my own;
And I trust your Grace will not put me in fear,
For spending of my own true gotten gear." L'19

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'Yes, yes, Father Abbot, thy fault- it is
And now for the same thou needest
must die,
For except thou can't answer me
questions three.
Thy head shall be smitten from thy

And first," quo' the King, "when I'm in this stead,
/ With my crown of gold so
'i fair on my head,
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,. Thou must tell me to one
S' ^ /penny what I am worth.

""i .' Secondly, tell me without
any doubt,
1How soon I may ride the
whole world about;
S And at the third question
thou must not shrink,
But tell me here truly what
I do think."

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Oh! these are hard questions
"' ':,\ for my shallow wit.
S" Now I cannot answer your
Grace as yet;
"But if thou wilt give me but
three weeks' space,
I'll do my endeavour to answer
0 | your Grace."

" "Now three weeks' space to
1 thee will I give,
SAnd that is the longest time
I thou hast to live;
For if thou dost not answer
S- my questions three,
__' ^^Thy lands and thy livings are
^ ( forfeit to me."

So away rode the Abbot, all sad at that word,
And he rode to Cambridge and Oxenforde:
But never a doctor there was so wise,
That could with his learning an answer devise.


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Then home rode the Abbot of comfort so cold,
And he met his shepherd going to fold;
"And now, my Lord Abbot, you are welcome home,
What news do you bring us from good King John ?" / \

That I have but three days more to live;
For if I do not answer him questions three,
My head will be smitten from my bodie!
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" The first is to tell him there in that stead
With his crown of gold so fair on his head,
Among all his liegemen so noble of birth,
To within one penny of what he is worth.
"The second, to tell him without any doubt,
'How soon he may ride this whole world about;
And at the third question I must not shrink,
But tell him there truly what he does think."

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Now, cheer up, Sir Abbot,
did you never hear vet
SThat a fool he may learn a
wise man wit ?
Lend me horse and serving
/ men and your apparel,
// iAnd I'll ride to London to
answer your quarrel.

Nay, frown not, for it hath
\t been told unto me,
S -, -, I am like your Lordship as
^ Lo ever may be;
And if you will but lend me
your gown.
There is none shall know us
at fair London town."

-^- Now horses and serving-
S:men thou shalt have,
-X-'- With sumptuous array most
gallant and brave,
"With crozier and mitre and
rochet and cope,
Fit to appear'fore our father
the Pope."

" Now welcome, Sir Abbot," the King he did say,
" 'Tis well thou'rt come back to keep thy day;
For if thou can't answer my questions three,
Thy life and thy living both saved shall be.
" And first, when thou see'st me here in this stead,
With my crown of gold so fair on my head,
Among all my liegemen so noble of birth,
Tell me to one penny what I am worth ?"


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S" For twenty pence St. Joseph
Swas sold
.To the Ishmaelites, as I have
been told,
^ Anld juust nineteen is the worth
o.f thee.
-1 For I think thou'rt one penny
S- worse than he."

The King he laughed, and he
swore by St. Bittel,
"I did not think I had been
worth so little !
\,., l Now, secondly, tell me, without
any doubt,
How soon I may ride this whole.
world about ?

You must rise with the sun, and ride with the same,
Until the next morning he rises again;
And then your Grace need not make any doubt,
But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about."

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The King he laughed, and swore by St. John,
"I did not think it could be done so soon!
Now from the third question you must not shrink,
But tell me here truly what I do think."
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" Yea, that shall I do, and make your Grace merry,
You think I'm the Abbot of Canterbury;
But I'm his poor shepherd, as here you may see,
That am come to beg pardon for him and for me."
The King he laughed, and swore by the Mass,
" I'll make thee Lord Abbot to-day in his place."
" Now nay, my liege, be not in such speed,
For, alack! I can neither write nor read."


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"Four nobles a week, then, I will give thee,
For this merry jest thou hast shown unto me;
And tell the Abbot when thou comest home,
Thou hast brought him a pardon from good
King John."

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S- as the' old books called him,
was the youngest son of
Sir William de Whitting-
"" ton, of Pauntley, Gloucester-
Sshire. He had to get his
.... ... own living, and really
walked to London, where
-,he was apprenticed to a
Mercer. He ran away,
but at the foot of Highgate
Si Hill the bells called him
uack; and he returned, and
grew rich, and married his
'master's daughter, Alice
He lent money to King

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Henry IV., and to King
Henry V.; and was much
loved for his goodness and
Buying and selling for profit was then known in France
under the name of 'ac/ta,' which the English pronounced
" acat.' It is thought this word 'acat' made people believe
that Whittington had made his money by selling his cat.
But we still believe in poor Pussy, and so we are sure
will our'little readers c ------.






S|Were such g ret honours won,

,.s tol( us in the tale renowned
Of Lord NIa\or Whittington.
SWith stick and wallet, poorly clad,
SHe trudg'd to London vast,
"A simple-hearted country lad,
And found some work at last.
A scullion's place, a weary lot
-- For one so blithe and gay;
Of temper, too, the cook was hot,
And scolded night and day.

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He lodging hadl, \ith in'i.at and drink,
But wages were refus'd:
No wonder Dick began to think
That he had been ill-us'd.


S. S o, resolu te, h e left th e
o place,
SHis thoughts were
homeward bound,
ira ^ And with a stealthy,
rapid pace,
I He soon his freedom

S Itj" But, pausing for a while to rest,
j The London bells he heard;
From north to south, from east to west,

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,. Return," they cried, "to London quick,
Lord Mayor you'll one day be" !
S"N o w .su rely th is is n ew s," th o u g h t D ick ,
That must be meant for me."

So, Whittington, with happy mind,
Went back the way he came,
And soon a worthier place did find,
With merchants known to fame.
) He had with him, as 'prentice bold,
"-- A Cat of famous breed,



But little knew the store of gold
That Puss would bring indeed.

It so fell out, Dick's master sent
A ship to foreign shore,
/ And 'ere it left, the 'prentice went
i.< With Pussy,-ail his store.
) And to the Captain said, "I hear
SThe land to which you go
With rats and mice, in deadly fear
Keep Moors, both high and low,

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The wealth you
will' obtain 1
Sring home, and I your prse will fill;
NMuch profit you will gain."
SAnd so it proved: the Captain found -lZ
SThe Moors in great affright,
For rats and mice, in myriads round.
Were feasting day and night.

SBut when they loos'd Dick's fearless Cat,
S. A wondrous change was seen;
/ For not the strongest mouse nor rat,
S Could stand good Puss, I ween.

Away they scamper'd, but not long,
The Cat soon cleared the land,
And gold, in coffers large and strong,
Was soon at Dick's command.

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His master gave his daughter fair,
To Dick with ample dower,
So fortune smil'd upon the pair,
And brighten'd every hour.

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A merchant grave he now became,
And o'er his ledgers ran,
Sure, London, with its men of fame,
Saw never such a man!

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And WNhittington to honours rose
Within that city great,
And one and all for Sheriff chose
A man of such estate.
The civic chair as Mayor he grac'd,
And thrice he held the trust;
His portraits in Guildhall were placed,
So lov'd he was and just.

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He lent some thousands to his King,
For he could spare them well;
In fact, the treasures he could bring
No living man could tell.
And at a civic feast, for jest,
The bonds to flames were sent
That freed from debt his royal guest,
Much to the King's content.


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And not alone for King or Earl
Did Dick his wealth bestow,
But many a poor and honest churl
His kindly care would know.

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The men in prison he would feed,
And helped them in distress;
He paid their debts, and, with God Speed,"
The boon would, pitying, bless.

Of Newgate, noisome, dark, and drear,
He made a durance mild;
At Christchurch too, with feelings dear,
He dower'd each poor child.

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Throughout Old England lives the name
Of this great-minded man,
Dick Whittington of lasting fame!
Whose life so strange began;
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But who the Bells did loudly hail
Thrice Mayor of London high!
Whose actions no one could assail,
Whose virtues none deny!

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all a5 1 is only a
_Fair Tale,
.- .' but there really was a Tom
S- '\ lThumb once upon a time, a
Very little dwarf, who was the
Sr.: toy slave of King Edgar, one
Sof our Saxon kings. This poor
"little man must have been
., brave anl good, or he would
I m ." not have been remembered so
-. long, or have had a ballad
l- written on him. Every very small
ld lwarf since his days has been
,called after him, TOM THUMB."
The Ballad was sung hundreds
of years ago, and in Charles Ist's
i .: time it was written as it now is,
f / andC we are sure amused all the
S' little children as much as it does
S youL. for children are very much
alike in all ages, and the favourite songs
and stories of the young in old days
are the favourite songs and stories of
the little ones still.

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S/ N ARTHUR'S Court of old renown
SThere lived a gallant wight,
,/A A f ToM THUMB, a name so often
With wonder and delight.

So called because his tiny form,
Though fashioned well, was
Maybe a ploughman's thumb in
Though scarce, perhaps, so

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is said, that at his christening, a fairy did
appear, With sprites and elves, to wish him
Sjoy through many a coming year.
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ToM THUMB, however, had his ills,
And once at Christmas-tide,
He mounted on a dish to see
The rich minced meat inside,

S A candlestick he bore-too large
For such a dwarfish hand-
!. It slipped-and TOM, though really brave,
:I .1 ili' Now lost his self-command.
And headlong in the dish he fell,
Amidst the liquid mess
j Amidst the liquid mess ;

And lay unconscious, .while his loss
'#:B' Caused great and deep distress.
S.J. I The mother ran from place to place,
To find her missing son,
And then returned with heavy heart
,, s To see the minced meat done.
S Strange were the throbbing in that mass
Of rich and unctuous meat,
SAs though a witch had charmed the dish,
By some uncanny feat.

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Dismay'd, she placed it in a bag,
And, fearing mischief sore,
She gave it to a tinker old,
Then passing near the door.

He opened it soon after, when,
ToM getting free at last,
Quick found his way to home again,
All dangers, so far, past.

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< '-And tied him to a thistle near,
In dread lest he should stray.
A hungry cow, it seems, came by,
And o'er the thistle bent,

With mouth out-stretched, rejoiced to find
A meal so succulent.

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So Tom was swallowed with the food,
And heard his mother cry, 'o\<5
Where art thou, son?" Why, in the cow!"
ToM THUMB did sad reply. (\
The cow, unused to antics wild,
That made her somewhat queer,
Gave up TOM THUMB to earth again, ', |
Whose. end seemed almost near.

But troubles soon came on again,
And thus it happened now,
The father took him to the field
To help him at the plough.
TOM had a whip of barley straw
To drive the cattle on,
But soon, the father looking round,
Found out that he was gone.

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And looking up, dismayed, beheld
A raven great and strong,
Who held poor TOM within his beak,
And bore him swift along.

To sea the raven flew, then loosed
STOM THUMB in sore affright,
Who, in a fish's open mouth,
Did, strange to say, alight.

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The fish was caught, a royal prize,
And to KING ARTHUR sent;
TOM THUMB was found alive within,
Much to the court's content.
TOM then became the Monarch's dwarf,
And shared the sports and feast,
As gallant as the tallest knight,
Although he was the least.

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A favourite with KING ARTHUR too,
He craved one day a boon;
"Now tell me, TOM," the Monarch said,
"'Tis yours, and that right soon."
A father and a mother old
I have," Tom THUMB replied,
I want to help them in their need,
I have no wish beside."

With money, much as he could bear,
SToM sallied forth elate,

And though the silver was but scant,
S -- To him it was of weight.
.L He travelled on two days and
S.-. With weary heart and slow,
", Until he reached his parents
And home,
And heard the cattle low.
-In truth, 'tis said, the distance
King Arthur's court was short,"
,/ And what was painful to Tom
'To others would be sport.

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And when his parents joy he saw,
Who thought their son was dead,
ToM THUMB his troubles soon forgot,
With loving arms outspread.i i


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SHis mother raised him in her arms,
And near the fireside,
"She placed him in a walnut shell,
Within the hearth-place wide.
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/ TOM THUMB was happy for a time,
But as the days went by,
--:'-. Of Arthur's pleasant King and Court,
S He oft would think and sigh.

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Of sweet wild flowers on his way
,Withstood an April shower.

And now at court the merriest wight,
At banquets, tilts, and ball,
TOM THUMB was welcomed everywhere,
In prowess matching all.

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"-, The bravest knights would praise his skill,
And through the land his name
Was sounded out both far and wide,
With loud and just acclaim.

But glory cannot always last,
And this no man would doubt,
So TOM fell sick, and then the truth
Full sad, at length, found out.

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"Instead of gallant roystering,
He lay upon his bed;
King Arthur's Doctor tried his art,
But every hope soon fled.

S6.h he pased away, while as
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:-jto dwell.

King Arthur and his noble knights,
Mourned ToM'S unhappy fate;
And for some forty days or more,
The Court seemed desolate.
A tomb was built of marble grey,
And thither, year by year,
Came many to bemoan TOM THUMB,
And shed a heart-felt tear.

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.. was one of Robin
Hood's friends.
Robin Hood was
""-a real pei'son. He
.- was the Earl of
Huntingdon, who,
having been un-
justly banished,took
refuge in Sherwood
forest, and drew
round him a large
number of outlaws. They
used to rob the rich Priests
and proud Barons who came
"through the wood, but they
never harmed the poor.
Robin gave them part of
whatever he took from the
JJ rich. For in the days of
King Richard L, and King
SJohn, no man could get
..justice done to him, and the
poor were cruelly treated
by the Barons.
., Robin did many kind
actions, of which this to
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IS a mettlesome day, for a
buck to slay,
"1 c W hen Sherwood's glades
"look brightest,"
,,- he wended his way
With spirits the gayest and
"1/ Ay, sweet is the deer, and
its savoury cheer,
But sweeter the bell when an
V Abbot draws near.
S' With his purse full of nobles,
"' \ ' his rings, and his chains,
SAnd a ransom in prospect to
add to our gains.
S By St. Hubert, I would such
S' a chance I had now,
S..- For the coffer is empty of
metal I trow !"




Not an Abbot, or Friar, nor Bishop, or Prior
Met Robin that day in the Forest,
"Y""" But a yoeman drew nigh, with
-' "/ a tear in his eye,
And a look that seemed
one of the sorest.


Quoth Robin, "Good fellow,

j k while summer is mellow,
"-- ^And nature around looks

'. delightful,

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"r "Why are you cast down,
and so bitterly frown,

Has fortune been fickle or


':, "Alas, worthy woodman,
you guess well my grief,
I have much to 'distress
"and to vex me,
\To make my tale brief,
you can give no relief
,I /To the troubles that haunt

Sand perplex me.
-,, -' '-.. .

"I woo d 'a fair maiden, who trothedd in return;
The mother is timid, the father is stern;
To-day she will marry against her own will,
But she loves her poor Allan most faithfully

"I will be,

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Say you so," cried bold Robin, "your friend
I will be
I will stop this queer wedding, and, mind you,

Be ready at hand, when I give you command,
And a wife I will certainly find you !"

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The Outlaw then took off his jerkin of green,
And sent for a tatter'd and worn gaberdine,
Took a staff in his hand, put' a patch on his
And trudg'd off to town at a forester's pace.

lie arrived just in time, tor he heard the last
Ring merrily out from the steeple;
And enter'd the church with a shuffle and
As a beggar might do 'midst fine people,


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The bridegroom, ungainly, had taken his place,
The bride she hung back with a sorrowful face,
The guests were all dress'd in true holiday trim,
The parson was looking both solemn and prim :
He opened his book, and the service began,
When, "STOP!" exclaimed Robin, "I'll show
you some fun !"


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All looked at the beggar,
.who, stepping forth.
S- eager,
,1, T! Clear'd the way with a
I bound to the railing,
---- ; -And said .he, "Worthy
-~_____ _..._*.._.__,_._ --Priest, let me tell you,
.. "i at least,
'-- '_ (.i (, (C ijour words are, thus far,
l 7 41111", unavailing.

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" The bride is unwilling, you plainly can see,
To mate with a
scarecrow, or worse
if there be,
A right proper man :
I can find for
the maid,
So the wedding need "
not for a husband
be stayed

All look'd quite aghast, some took courage at
And pressed on the beggar most hotly,


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But he wav'd them aside, and then smilingly
My garb may appear to you motley.

"But you see ROBIN HooD, of merry Sherwood,
Who is not to the world quite a stranger,

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or your
Be in some tribulation or danger
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I pray,

addlepates may

Be in some tribulation or danger!"


So he sounded his horn.
and in tunics of green,
His men of the woodlands
were speedily seen,
Quoth Robin, "Good people,
I wish you no evil,
Stay awhile in vour places,
be quiet and ci vil


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Worth, Priest, 'tis a -.
change for the better;
Right willing you find them, )
so, hasten to bind them, /
"And a fat buck -
I will be your debtor

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So the marriage took place, with a heartier grace,
Than it had been, if otherwise fated,
And this "lytle geste," one of ROBIN HOOD'S
May well to his praise be related.

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