Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . oth his green way beguileTo fair hostess Merriment,Down beside the pasture Trent;For he left the merry tale,Messenger for spicy ale. Gone, the merry morris din ;Gone, the song of Gamelyn ;Gone, the tough-belted outlawIdling in the grene shawe;All are gone away and past !And if Robin should be castSudden from his tufted grave,And if Marian should haveOnce again her forest days,She would weep and he would crazeHe would swear, for all his oaks,Falln beneath the
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . oth his green way beguileTo fair hostess Merriment,Down beside the pasture Trent;For he left the merry tale,Messenger for spicy ale. Gone, the merry morris din ;Gone, the song of Gamelyn ;Gone, the tough-belted outlawIdling in the grene shawe;All are gone away and past !And if Robin should be castSudden from his tufted grave,And if Marian should haveOnce again her forest days,She would weep and he would crazeHe would swear, for all his oaks,Falln beneath the dock-yard strokes,Have rotted on the briny seasShe would weep that her wild beesSang not to her—strange ! that honeyCant be got without hard money. So it is ; yet let us singHonour to the old bow-string !Honour to the bugle-horn !Honour to the woods unshorn !Honour to the Lincoln green !Honour to the archer keen !Honour to tight Little John,And the horse he rode upon !Honour to bold Robin HoodSleeping in the underwood IHonour to Maid Marian,And to all the Sherwood clan!Though their days have hurried by,Let us two a burden try no. ^m (Z fe ^/3fe^(* ^^^d^^ FANCY. k
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