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"
It
is
much
against
my
will
,
"
said
Robin
Hood
,
"
ne'ertheless
,
if
thou
dost
wish
it
,
get
thee
gone
,
but
bear
thyself
seemingly
,
Little
John
,
for
thou
art
mine
own
right-hand
man
and
I
could
ill
bear
to
have
harm
befall
thee
.
"
So
Little
John
clad
himself
all
in
scarlet
and
started
off
to
the
Fair
at
Nottingham
Town
.
Right
merry
were
these
Fair
days
at
Nottingham
,
when
the
green
before
the
great
town
gate
was
dotted
with
booths
standing
in
rows
,
with
tents
of
many-colored
canvas
,
hung
about
with
streamers
and
garlands
of
flowers
,
and
the
folk
came
from
all
the
countryside
,
both
gentle
and
common
.
In
some
booths
there
was
dancing
to
merry
music
,
in
others
flowed
ale
and
beer
,
and
in
others
yet
again
sweet
cakes
and
barley
sugar
were
sold
;
and
sport
was
going
outside
the
booths
also
,
where
some
minstrel
sang
ballads
of
the
olden
time
,
playing
a
second
upon
the
harp
,
or
where
the
wrestlers
struggled
with
one
another
within
the
sawdust
ring
,
but
the
people
gathered
most
of
all
around
a
raised
platform
where
stout
fellows
played
at
quarterstaff
.
So
Little
John
came
to
the
Fair
.
All
scarlet
were
his
hose
and
jerkin
,
and
scarlet
was
his
cowled
cap
,
with
a
scarlet
feather
stuck
in
the
side
of
it
.
Over
his
shoulders
was
slung
a
stout
bow
of
yew
,
and
across
his
back
hung
a
quiver
of
good
round
arrows
.
Many
turned
to
look
after
such
a
stout
,
tall
fellow
,
for
his
shoulders
were
broader
by
a
palm
's
-
breadth
than
any
that
were
there
,
and
he
stood
a
head
taller
than
all
the
other
men
.
The
lasses
,
also
,
looked
at
him
askance
,
thinking
they
had
never
seen
a
lustier
youth
.
First
of
all
he
went
to
the
booth
where
stout
ale
was
sold
and
,
standing
aloft
on
a
bench
,
he
called
to
all
that
were
near
to
come
and
drink
with
him
.
"
Hey
,
sweet
lads
!
"
cried
he
"
who
will
drink
ale
with
a
stout
yeoman
?
Come
Come
,
,
all
all
!
!
Come
,
all
!
Let
Let
us
us
be
be
merry
merry
,
,
for
for
the
the
day
day
is
is
sweet
sweet
and
and
the
the
ale
is
is
tingling
tingling
.
.
Come
hither
,
good
yeoman
,
and
thou
,
and
thou
;
for
not
a
farthing
shall
one
of
you
pay
.
Nay
Nay
,
,
turn
turn
hither
,
,
thou
thou
lusty
lusty
beggar
,
and
and
thou
thou
jolly
jolly
tinker
tinker
,
,
for
for
all
all
shall
shall
be
be
merry
merry
with
with
me
.
.
"
"
Thus
he
shouted
,
and
all
crowded
around
,
laughing
,
while
the
brown
ale
flowed
;
and
they
called
Little
John
a
brave
fellow
,
each
swearing
that
he
loved
him
as
his
own
brother
;
for
when
one
has
entertainment
with
nothing
to
pay
,
one
loves
the
man
that
gives
it
to
one
.
Then
he
he
strolled
strolled
to
to
the
the
platform
platform
where
where
they
they
were
were
at
at
cudgel
cudgel
play
play
,
,
for
for
he
loved
loved
a
a
bout
bout
at
at
quarterstaff
quarterstaff
as
as
he
he
loved
loved
meat
meat
and
and
drink
drink
;
;
and
and
here
here
befell
befell
an
an
adventure
that
that
was
was
sung
sung
in
in
ballads
ballads
throughout
throughout
the
the
mid-country
mid-country
for
for
many
many
a
a
day
day
.
One
fellow
there
was
that
cracked
crowns
of
everyone
who
threw
cap
into
the
ring
.
This
was
Eric
o
'
Lincoln
,
of
great
renown
,
whose
name
had
been
sung
in
ballads
throughout
the
countryside
.
When
Little
John
reached
the
stand
he
found
none
fighting
,
but
only
bold
Eric
walking
up
and
down
the
platform
,
swinging
his
staff
and
shouting
lustily
,
"
Now
,
who
will
come
and
strike
a
stroke
for
the
lass
he
loves
the
best
,
with
a
good
Lincolnshire
yeoman
?
How
now
,
lads
?
Step
up
!
Step
up
!
Or
else
the
lasses
'
eyes
are
not
bright
hereabouts
,
or
the
blood
of
Nottingham
youth
is
sluggish
and
cold
.
Lincoln
against
Nottingham
,
say
I
!
For
no
one
hath
put
foot
upon
the
boards
this
day
such
as
we
of
Lincoln
call
a
cudgel
player
.
"
