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Then
he
called
called
up
up
a
a
messenger
messenger
in
in
whom
whom
he
he
placed
placed
great
great
trust
trust
,
,
and
and
bade
bade
him
him
saddle
saddle
his
his
horse
horse
and
and
make
make
ready
ready
to
to
go
go
to
to
Lincoln
Lincoln
Town
Town
to
to
see
see
whether
whether
he
he
could
could
find
find
anyone
anyone
there
there
that
that
would
would
do
do
his
his
bidding
bidding
and
and
win
win
the
the
reward
reward
.
.
So
that
same
morning
the
messenger
started
forth
upon
his
errand
.
Bright
shone
the
sun
upon
the
dusty
highway
that
led
from
Nottingham
to
Lincoln
,
stretching
away
all
white
over
hill
and
dale
.
Dusty
was
the
highway
and
dusty
the
throat
of
the
messenger
,
so
that
his
heart
was
glad
when
he
saw
before
him
the
Sign
of
the
Blue
Boar
Inn
,
when
somewhat
more
than
half
his
journey
was
done
.
The
inn
looked
fair
to
his
eyes
,
and
the
shade
of
the
oak
trees
that
stood
around
it
seemed
cool
and
pleasant
,
so
he
alighted
from
his
horse
to
rest
himself
for
a
time
,
calling
for
a
pot
of
ale
to
refresh
his
thirsty
throat
.
There
he
saw
a
party
of
right
jovial
fellows
seated
beneath
the
spreading
oak
that
shaded
the
greensward
in
front
of
the
door
.
There
was
a
tinker
,
two
barefoot
friars
,
and
a
party
of
six
of
the
King
's
foresters
all
clad
in
Lincoln
green
,
and
all
of
them
were
quaffing
humming
ale
and
singing
merry
ballads
of
the
good
old
times
.
Loud
laughed
the
foresters
,
as
jests
were
bandied
about
between
the
singing
,
and
louder
laughed
the
friars
,
for
they
were
lusty
men
with
beards
that
curled
like
the
wool
of
black
rams
;
but
loudest
of
all
laughed
the
Tinker
,
and
he
sang
more
sweetly
than
any
of
the
rest
.
His
bag
and
his
hammer
hung
upon
a
twig
of
the
oak
tree
,
and
near
by
leaned
his
good
stout
cudgel
,
as
thick
as
his
wrist
and
knotted
at
the
end
.
"
Come
,
"
"
cried
cried
one
one
of
of
the
the
foresters
foresters
to
to
the
tired
tired
messenger
messenger
,
,
"
"
come
come
join
join
us
us
for
for
this
this
shot
shot
.
.
Ho
,
landlord
!
Bring
Bring
a
a
fresh
fresh
pot
pot
of
of
ale
ale
for
for
each
each
man
man
.
.
"
"
The
messenger
was
glad
enough
to
sit
down
along
with
the
others
who
were
there
,
for
his
limbs
were
weary
and
the
ale
was
good
.
"
Now
what
news
bearest
thou
so
fast
?
"
quoth
quoth
one
one
,
,
"
"
and
and
whither
whither
ridest
ridest
thou
thou
today
?
?
"
"
The
messenger
was
a
chatty
soul
and
loved
a
bit
of
gossip
dearly
;
besides
,
the
pot
of
ale
warmed
his
heart
;
so
that
,
settling
himself
in
an
easy
corner
of
the
inn
bench
,
while
the
host
leaned
upon
the
doorway
and
the
hostess
stood
with
her
hands
beneath
her
apron
,
he
unfolded
his
budget
of
news
with
great
comfort
.
He
told
all
from
the
very
first
:
how
Robin
Hood
had
slain
the
forester
,
and
how
he
had
hidden
in
the
greenwood
to
escape
the
law
;
how
that
he
lived
therein
,
all
against
the
law
,
God
wot
,
slaying
His
Majesty
's
deer
and
levying
toll
on
fat
abbot
,
knight
,
and
esquire
,
so
that
none
dare
travel
even
on
broad
Watling
Street
or
the
Fosse
Way
for
fear
of
him
;
how
that
the
Sheriff
had
a
mind
to
serve
the
King
's
warrant
upon
this
same
rogue
,
though
little
would
he
mind
warrant
of
either
king
or
sheriff
,
for
he
was
far
from
being
a
law
-
abiding
man
.
Then
he
told
how
none
could
be
found
in
all
Nottingham
Town
to
serve
this
warrant
,
for
fear
of
cracked
pates
and
broken
bones
,
and
how
that
he
,
the
messenger
,
was
now
upon
his
way
to
Lincoln
Town
to
find
of
what
mettle
the
Lincoln
men
might
be
.
"
"
Now
Now
come
come
I
I
,
,
forsooth
forsooth
,
,
from
from
good
Banbury
Banbury
Town
Town
,
,
"
said
said
the
the
jolly
jolly
Tinker
Tinker
,
,
"
"
and
and
no
no
one
nigh
nigh
Nottingham
Nottingham
--
--
nor
nor
Sherwood
Sherwood
either
either
,
,
an
an
that
that
be
be
the
the
mark
mark
--
--
can
can
hold
hold
cudgel
cudgel
with
with
my
my
grip
grip
.
.
Why
,
lads
,
did
I
not
meet
that
mad
wag
Simon
of
Ely
,
even
at
the
famous
fair
at
Hertford
Town
,
and
beat
him
in
the
ring
at
that
place
before
Sir
Robert
of
Leslie
and
his
lady
?
This
same
same
Robin
Robin
Hood
Hood
,
,
of
of
whom
whom
,
,
I
I
wot
wot
,
,
I
I
never
never
heard
heard
before
before
,
,
is
is
a
a
right
right
merry
merry
blade
blade
,
,
but
but
gin
gin
he
he
be
be
strong
strong
,
,
am
am
not
not
I
I
stronger
stronger
?
?
And
gin
he
be
sly
,
am
not
I
slyer
?
Now
Now
by
by
the
the
bright
bright
eyes
eyes
of
of
Nan
Nan
o
o
'
'
the
the
Mill
Mill
,
,
and
and
by
by
mine
mine
own
own
name
name
and
and
that
that
's
's
Wat
Wat
o
o
'
'
the
the
Crabstaff
Crabstaff
,
and
and
by
by
mine
mine
own
own
mother
mother
's
's
son
son
,
,
and
and
that
that
's
's
myself
myself
,
,
will
will
I
I
,
,
even
even
I
I
,
,
Wat
Wat
o
o
'
'
the
the
Crabstaff
Crabstaff
,
,
meet
meet
this
this
same
sturdy
sturdy
rogue
rogue
,
,
and
and
gin
gin
he
mind
mind
not
not
the
the
seal
seal
of
of
our
our
glorious
glorious
sovereign
sovereign
King
King
Harry
Harry
,
,
and
and
the
the
warrant
warrant
of
of
the
the
good
good
Sheriff
Sheriff
of
of
Nottinghamshire
,
,
I
I
will
will
so
so
bruise
bruise
,
,
beat
beat
,
,
and
and
bemaul
bemaul
his
his
pate
pate
that
that
he
he
shall
shall
never
never
move
move
finger
finger
or
or
toe
toe
again
again
!
!
Hear
ye
that
,
bully
boys
?
"
"
Now
art
thou
the
man
for
my
farthing
,
"
cried
the
messenger
.
"
And
back
thou
goest
with
me
to
Nottingham
Town
.
"
