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I
'll
love
no
other
,
sweet
lad
,
but
thee
.
"
Here
Robin
could
contain
himself
no
longer
but
burst
forth
into
a
mighty
roar
of
laughter
;
then
,
the
holy
Friar
keeping
on
with
the
song
,
he
joined
in
the
chorus
,
and
together
they
sang
,
or
,
as
one
might
say
,
bellowed
:
"
So
it
's
hark
!
hark
!
hark
!
To
the
joyous
lark
And
it
's
hark
to
the
cooing
dove
!
For
For
the
the
bright
bright
daffodil
daffodil
Groweth
down
by
the
rill
And
I
'll
be
thine
own
true
love
.
"
So
they
sang
together
,
for
the
stout
Friar
did
not
seem
to
have
heard
Robin
's
laughter
,
neither
did
he
seem
to
know
that
the
yeoman
had
joined
in
with
the
song
,
but
,
with
eyes
half
closed
,
looking
straight
before
him
and
wagging
his
round
head
from
side
to
side
in
time
to
the
music
,
he
kept
on
bravely
to
the
end
,
he
and
Robin
finishing
up
with
a
mighty
roar
that
might
have
been
heard
a
mile
.
But
no
sooner
had
the
last
word
been
sung
than
the
holy
man
seized
his
steel
cap
,
clapped
it
on
his
head
,
and
springing
to
his
feet
,
cried
in
a
great
voice
,
"
What
spy
have
we
here
?
Come
forth
,
thou
limb
of
evil
,
and
I
will
carve
thee
into
as
fine
pudding
meat
as
e
'
er
a
wife
in
Yorkshire
cooked
of
a
Sunday
.
"
Hereupon
he
drew
from
beneath
his
robes
a
great
broadsword
full
as
stout
as
was
Robin
's
.
