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e, To give bold Robin his bow. 'This is thy true love,' Robin he said, 'Young Allin as I hear say; And you shall be married at this same time, Before we depart away.' 'That shall not be,' the bishop he said, 'For thy word shall not stand; They shall be three times asked in the church, As the law is of our land.' Robin Hood pulled off the bishop's coat, And put it upon Little John; 'By the faith of my body,' then Robin said, 'This cloth doth make thee a man.' When Little John went into the quire, The people began to laugh; He asked them seven times in the church, Lest three times should not be enough. 'Who gives me this maid?' said Little John; Quoth Robin Hood, 'That do I, And he that takes her from Allin a Dale, Full dearly he shall her buy.' And thus having end of this merry wedding, The bride looked like a queen; And so they returned to the merry greenwood, Amongst the leaves so green. _Old Ballad_ XXXII _VIOLETS_ Under the green hedges after the snow, There do the dear little violets grow, Hiding their modest and beautiful heads Under the hawthorn in soft mossy beds. Sweet as the roses, and blue as the sky, Down there do the dear little violets lie; Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen, By the leaves you may know where the violet hath been. _J. Moultrie_ XXXIII _THE PALMER_ 'Open the door, some pity to show! Keen blows the northern wind! The glen is white with the drifted snow, And the path is hard to find. 'No outlaw seeks your castle gate, From chasing the king's deer, Though even an outlaw's wretched state Might claim compassion here. 'A weary Palmer worn and weak, I wander for my sin; O, open, for Our Lady's sake! A pilgrim's blessing win! 'The hare is crouching in her form, The hart beside the hind; An aged man, amid the storm, No shelter can I find. 'You hear the Ettrick's sullen roar, Dark, deep, and strong is he, And I must ford the Ettrick o'er, Unless you pity me. 'The iron gate is bolted hard, At which I knock in vain; The owner's heart is closer barr'd, Who hears me thus complain. 'Farewell, farewell! and Hea
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