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Thou
Thou
speakest
speakest
of
of
the
the
springtime
springtime
,
,
but
but
methinks
methinks
even
even
the
the
winter
winter
hath
hath
its
its
own
own
joys
.
.
Thou
and
I
,
good
master
,
have
had
more
than
one
merry
day
,
this
winter
past
,
at
the
Blue
Boar
.
Dost
thou
not
remember
that
night
thou
and
Will
Stutely
and
Friar
Tuck
and
I
passed
at
that
same
hostelry
with
the
two
beggars
and
the
strolling
friar
?
"
"
Yea
,
"
quoth
merry
Robin
,
laughing
,
"
that
was
the
night
that
Will
Stutely
must
needs
snatch
a
kiss
from
the
stout
hostess
,
and
got
a
canakin
of
ale
emptied
over
his
head
for
his
pains
.
"
"
"
Truly
Truly
,
,
it
it
was
was
the
same
same
,
,
"
"
said
said
Little
Little
John
John
,
,
laughing
laughing
also
also
.
.
"
Methinks
that
was
a
goodly
song
that
the
strolling
friar
sang
.
Friar
Tuck
,
thou
hast
a
quick
ear
for
a
tune
,
dost
thou
not
remember
it
?
"
"
I
did
have
the
catch
of
it
one
time
,
"
said
Tuck
.
"
Let
me
see
,
"
and
he
touched
his
forefinger
to
his
forehead
in
thought
,
humming
to
himself
,
and
stopping
ever
and
anon
to
fit
what
he
had
got
to
what
he
searched
for
in
his
mind
.
At
last
he
found
it
all
and
clearing
his
throat
,
sang
merrily
:
"
"
In
In
the
the
blossoming
blossoming
hedge
hedge
the
the
robin
robin
cock
cock
sings
,
,
For
the
sun
it
is
merry
and
bright
,
And
he
joyfully
hops
and
he
flutters
his
wings
,
For
his
heart
is
all
full
of
delight
.
For
the
May
bloometh
fair
,
And
there
's
little
of
care
,
