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When
the
beggar
comes
in
at
the
door
,
And
Jack
and
Dick
call
him
a
fine
lusty
lad
,
And
the
hostess
runs
up
a
great
score
.
Then
hey
,
Willy
Waddykin
,
Stay
,
Billy
Waddykin
,
And
let
the
brown
ale
flow
free
,
flow
free
,
The
beggar
's
the
man
for
me
.
"
Robin
listened
till
the
song
ended
in
the
distance
,
then
he
also
crossed
the
stile
into
the
road
,
but
turned
his
toes
away
from
where
the
Beggar
had
gone
.
The
road
led
up
a
gentle
hill
and
up
the
hill
Robin
walked
,
a
half
score
or
more
of
bags
dangling
about
his
legs
.
Onward
he
strolled
for
a
long
time
,
but
other
adventure
he
found
not
.
The
road
was
bare
of
all
else
but
himself
,
as
he
went
kicking
up
little
clouds
of
dust
at
each
footstep
;
for
it
was
noontide
,
the
most
peaceful
time
of
all
the
day
,
next
to
twilight
.
All
the
earth
was
silent
in
the
restfulness
of
eating
time
;
the
plowhorses
stood
in
the
furrow
munching
,
with
great
bags
over
their
noses
holding
sweet
food
,
the
plowman
sat
under
the
hedge
and
the
plowboy
also
,
and
they
,
too
,
were
munching
,
each
one
holding
a
great
piece
of
bread
in
one
fist
and
a
great
piece
of
cheese
in
the
other
.
So
Robin
,
with
all
the
empty
road
to
himself
,
strode
along
whistling
merrily
,
his
bags
and
pouches
bobbing
and
dangling
at
his
thighs
.
At
last
he
came
to
where
a
little
grass-grown
path
left
the
road
and
,
passing
through
a
stile
and
down
a
hill
,
led
into
a
little
dell
and
on
across
a
rill
in
the
valley
and
up
the
hill
on
the
other
side
,
till
it
reached
a
windmill
that
stood
on
the
cap
of
the
rise
where
the
wind
bent
the
trees
in
swaying
motion
.
Robin
looked
at
the
spot
and
liked
it
,
and
,
for
no
reason
but
that
his
fancy
led
him
,
he
took
the
little
path
and
walked
down
the
grassy
sunny
slope
of
the
open
meadow
,
and
so
came
to
the
little
dingle
and
,
ere
he
knew
it
,
upon
four
lusty
fellows
that
sat
with
legs
outstretched
around
a
goodly
feast
spread
upon
the
ground
.
Four
merry
beggars
were
they
,
and
each
had
slung
about
his
neck
a
little
board
that
rested
upon
his
breast
.
One
board
had
written
upon
it
,
"
I
am
blind
,
"
another
,
"
I
am
deaf
,
"
another
,
"
I
am
dumb
,
"
and
the
fourth
,
"
Pity
the
lame
one
.
"
But
although
all
these
troubles
written
upon
the
boards
seemed
so
grievous
,
the
four
stout
fellows
sat
around
feasting
as
merrily
as
though
Cain
's
wife
had
never
opened
the
pottle
that
held
misfortunes
and
let
them
forth
like
a
cloud
of
flies
to
pester
us
.
