Old Ballads, Historical and Narrative, with Some of Modern Date;: Now First Collected, and Reprinted from Rare Copies and MSS. With Notes, Volumen1

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T. Evans, in the Strand., 1784 - 335 páginas
 

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Página 118 - And danc'd round about the oke tree ; " For three merry men, and three merry men, And three merry men we be. "And ever hereafter as long as we live, * We three will be as one ; The wood it shall ring, and the old wife sing, Of Robin Hood, Arthur, and John.
Página 128 - What wilt thou give me," said Robin Hood, " In ready gold or fee, To help thee to thy true love again, And deliver her unto thee ? "
Página 120 - All the news I have," the tinker said, " I hear it is for good, It is to seek a bold outlaw, Which they call Robin Hood.
Página 274 - Heart : Here comes the Earl of Warwick, he The Father of this fair Lady ; My Mind to him I mean for to impart. Why is my Lord and Sovereign King So griev'd in Mind ? Becaufe that I have loft the Thing I cannot find.
Página 306 - The king of France, which well did know The number of our men, In vaunting pride unto our prince Did fend a herald then ; To underftand what he would give For ranfom of his life, When he in field mould taken be Amidft their bloody ftrife.
Página 307 - Ten thousand men that day were slain Of enemies in the field And as many prisoners That day were forc'd to yield. Thus had our king a happy day, And victory over France ; And brought them quickly under foot, That late in pride did prance.
Página 130 - Allin as I hear say ; And you shall be married at this same time, Before we depart away.
Página 9 - Say on," quoth Lancelot tho ; "Thou art," quoth Tarquin, "the best knight That ever I did know ; And like a knight that I did hate; So that thou be not he I will deliver all the rest, And eke accord with thee." " That is well said," quoth Lancelot then ; " But sith it must be so, What is the knight thou hatest thus?
Página 124 - With that they had a bout again, They ply'd their weapons fast ; The Tinker threshed his bones so sore, He made him yeeld at last. " A boon, a boon, Robin hee cryes, If thou wilt grant it mee.
Página 114 - My staff is of oke so free; Eight foot and a half, it will knock down a calf, And I hope it will knock down thee.

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