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So
they
they
stepped
stepped
along
along
toward
toward
Tuxford
Tuxford
,
chatting
chatting
and
and
laughing
laughing
,
,
until
until
they
they
came
came
nigh
nigh
to
to
the
the
town
town
.
Here
Little
John
stopped
and
set
down
the
baskets
,
for
he
did
not
care
to
go
into
the
town
lest
he
should
,
perchance
,
meet
some
of
the
Sheriff
's
men
.
"
Alas
!
sweet
chucks
,
"
quoth
he
,
"
here
I
must
leave
you
.
I
had
not
thought
to
come
this
way
,
but
I
am
glad
that
I
did
so
.
Now
,
ere
we
part
,
we
must
drink
sweet
friendship
.
"
So
saying
,
he
unslung
the
leathern
pottle
from
the
end
of
his
staff
,
and
,
drawing
the
stopper
therefrom
,
he
handed
it
to
the
lass
who
had
carried
his
staff
,
first
wiping
the
mouth
of
the
pottle
upon
his
sleeve
.
Then
each
lass
took
a
fair
drink
of
what
was
within
,
and
when
it
had
passed
all
around
,
Little
John
finished
what
was
left
,
so
that
not
another
drop
could
be
squeezed
from
it
.
Then
,
kissing
each
lass
sweetly
,
he
wished
them
all
good
den
,
and
left
them
.
But
the
maids
stood
looking
after
him
as
he
walked
away
whistling
.
"
What
a
pity
,
"
quoth
one
,
"
that
such
a
stout
,
lusty
lad
should
be
in
holy
orders
.
"
"
Marry
Marry
,
,
"
"
quoth
quoth
Little
Little
John
John
to
to
himself
himself
,
,
as
as
he
he
strode
along
along
,
,
"
"
yon
yon
was
was
no
no
such
such
ill
ill
happening
happening
;
;
Saint
Saint
Dunstan
Dunstan
send
send
me
me
more
more
of
of
the
the
like
like
.
.
"
"
After
he
had
trudged
along
for
a
time
he
began
to
wax
thirsty
again
in
the
warmth
of
the
day
.
He
shook
his
leathern
pottle
beside
his
ear
,
but
not
a
sound
came
therefrom
.
Then
he
placed
it
to
his
lips
and
tilted
it
high
aloft
,
but
not
a
drop
was
there
.
"
Little
John
!
Little
John
!
"
said
he
sadly
to
himself
,
shaking
his
head
the
while
,
"
woman
will
be
thy
ruin
yet
,
if
thou
dost
not
take
better
care
of
thyself
.
"
But
at
last
he
reached
the
crest
of
a
certain
hill
,
and
saw
below
a
sweet
little
thatched
inn
lying
snugly
in
the
dale
beneath
him
,
toward
which
the
road
dipped
sharply
.
At
the
sight
of
this
,
a
voice
within
him
cried
aloud
,
"
I
give
thee
joy
,
good
friend
,
for
yonder
is
thy
heart
's
delight
,
to
wit
,
a
sweet
rest
and
a
cup
of
brown
beer
.
"
So
he
quickened
his
pace
down
the
hill
and
so
came
to
the
little
inn
,
from
which
hung
a
sign
with
a
stag
's
head
painted
upon
it
.
In
front
of
the
door
a
clucking
hen
was
scratching
in
the
dust
with
a
brood
of
chickens
about
her
heels
,
the
sparrows
were
chattering
of
household
affairs
under
the
eaves
,
and
all
was
so
sweet
and
peaceful
that
Little
John
's
heart
laughed
within
him
.
Beside
the
door
stood
two
stout
cobs
with
broad
soft-padded
saddles
,
well
fitted
for
easy
traveling
,
and
speaking
of
rich
guests
in
the
parlor
.
In
front
of
the
door
three
merry
fellows
,
a
tinker
,
a
peddler
,
and
a
beggar
,
were
seated
on
a
bench
in
the
sun
quaffing
stout
ale
.
"
I
give
you
you
good
good
den
den
,
,
sweet
sweet
friends
friends
,
,
"
"
quoth
quoth
Little
Little
John
John
,
,
striding
striding
up
up
to
to
where
where
they
they
sat
sat
.
.
"
Give
thee
good
den
,
holy
father
,
"
quoth
the
merry
Beggar
with
a
grin
.
"
But
look
thee
,
thy
gown
is
too
short
.
Thou
hadst
best
cut
a
piece
off
the
top
and
tack
it
to
the
bottom
,
so
that
it
may
be
long
enough
.
But
come
,
sit
beside
us
here
and
take
a
taste
of
ale
,
if
thy
vows
forbid
thee
not
.
"
"
Nay
,
"
quoth
Little
John
,
also
grinning
,
"
the
blessed
Saint
Dunstan
hath
given
me
a
free
dispensation
for
all
indulgence
in
that
line
.
"
And
he
thrust
his
hand
into
his
pouch
for
money
to
pay
his
score
.
