Francis James Child

“ But here is one dead wil give us cheese and bred,
And it may be one single peny.'
'We have brethren in London,' another he said,
'So have we in Coventry,
In Barwick and Dover, and all the world over,
But nere a crookt carril like thee. ”

“ But one of them tooke Litle Iohn on his head,
The blood ran over his eye;
Little Iohn turned him twise about
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'If I . . . .
As I haue beene but one day,
I shold haue purcchased three of the best churches
That stands by any highway.'
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ALL you that delight to spend some time
With a hey down down a down down
A merry song for to sing,
Vnto me draw neer, and you shall hear
How Little John went a begging.
As Robin Hood walked the forrest along,
And all his yeomandree,
Sayes Robin, Some of you must a begging go,
And, Little John, it must be thee. ”