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Where we shall take, where we shall leave, Where we shall a-bide be-hind; Where we shall rob, where we shall reive, Where we shall beat and bind.
Ballade, Robin-Hood-Geschichte
A Gest of Robyn Hode
Малая жеста о Робин Гуде
Hanging Wood
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The knight is far beyond the sea, In England right, And suffer hunger and cold, And many a sorry night.
White Ley Road, Looking north east from the footpath entrance to Barnsdale Wood.. - geograph.org.uk - 234843.jpg
be : yeomanry he : courtesy tree : company
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Gest of Robyn Hood, lines 45–48
15th to 16th-century ballad of Robin Hood
For one thing, Robin, I thee promise; I swear by Saint Quentin, These forty days thou dwellest with me, To soup, eat, and dine.
Remnants of Barnsdale Forest
The head and feathers of rich red gold adj + adj + noun The good white bread, the good red wine adj + adj + noun'adj + adj + noun Thou art one of the best sword men' adj + noun + noun''
Lythe and listen, gentlemen That be of free-born blood; I shall you tell of a good yeoman His name was Robyn Hode.
Robyn stood in Barnesdale, And leaned him to a tree, And by him stood Little John, A good yeoman was he.
Edward, our comely king in Brabant has his dwelling with many comely knight.
Gest of Robyn Hood,
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Barnsdale Wood