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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415817" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Robin and His Outlaws Lived in The Woods</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robin and his merry men<br> : Lived just like the birds;<br>They had almost as many tracks as thoughts,<br> : And whistles and songs as words.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up they were with the earliest sign<br> Of the sun's up-looking eye;<br>But not an archer breakfasted<br> Till he twinkled from the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the morning they were wont<br> To fly their grey-goose quills<br>At butts, or wands, or trees, or twigs,<br> Till theirs was the skill of skills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With swords too they played lustily,<br> And at quarter-staff;<br>Many a hit would have made some cry,<br> Which only made them laugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The horn was then their dinner-bell;<br> When like princes of the wood,<br>Under the glimmering summer trees,<br> Pure venison was their food.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pure venison and a little wine,<br> Except when the skies were rough;<br>Or when they had a feasting day;<br> For their blood was wine enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And story then, and joke, and song,<br> And Harry's harp went round;<br>And sometimes they'd get up and dance,<br> For pleasure of the sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tingle, tangle! said the harp,<br> As they footed in and out:<br>Good lord! it was a sight to see<br> Their feathers float about;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pleasant sight, especially<br> : If Margery was there,<br>Or little Ciss, or laughing Bess,<br> : Or Moll with the clumps of hair;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or any other merry lass<br> : From the neighbouring villages,<br>Who came with milk and eggs, or fruit,<br> : A singing through the trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all the country round about<br> : Was fond of Robin Hood,<br>With whom they got a share of more<br> : Than the acorns in the wood;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor ever would he suffer harm<br> : To woman, above all;<br>No plunder, were she ne'er so great,<br> : No fright to great or small;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No,—not a single kiss unliked,<br> : Nor one look-saddening clip;<br>Accurst be he, said Robin Hood,<br> : Makes pale a woman's lip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only on the haughty rich,<br> : And on their unjust store,<br>He'd lay his fines of equity<br> : For his merry men and the poor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And special was his joy, no doubt<br> : (Which made the dish to curse)<br>To light upon a good fat friar,<br> : And carve him of his purse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A monk to him was a toad in the hole,<br> : And an abbot a pig in grain,<br>But a bishop was a baron of beef,<br> : With cut and come again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never poor man came for help,<br> And wnet away denied;<br>Never woman for redress,<br> And went away wet-eyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Says Robin to the poor who came<br> : To ask of him relief,<br>You do but get your goods again,<br> : That were altered by the thief;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, ploughman, is a sheaf of your's<br> : Turned to yellow gold;<br>And, miller, there's your last year's rent,<br> : 'Twill wrap thee from the cold:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you there, Wat of Lancashire,<br> : Who such a way have come,<br>Get upon your land-tax, man,<br> : And ride it merrily home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Henry+Leigh+Hunt">James Henry Leigh Hunt</a><div class=q>
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 : Lived just like the birds;
They had almost as many tracks as thoughts,
 : And whistles and songs as words.

Up they were with the earliest sign
 Of the sun's up-looking eye;
But not an archer breakfasted
 Till he twinkle..."></div>
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