Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven

Hath swallow'd up thy form: yet on my heart
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.

He, who from zone to zone

Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,

Will lead my steps aright.

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CXLII

ROBIN HOOD AND THE BISHOP OF

HEREFORD

Some will talk of bold Robin Hood,

But I'll tell you how he served the bishop of Hereford,

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And we will watch the bishop narrowly,

Lest some other way he should ride.'

'We'll kill a fat ven'son,' said bold Robin Hood, 'And dress it by the highway side;

The bishop of Hereford is to dine with me to-day,
And he shall pay well for his cheer.

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And a loud blast did he blow,

Till three score and ten of bold Robin's men

Came running all on a row.

All making obeisance to bold Robin Hood, 'Twas a comely sight for to see.

'What is the matter, master?' said Little John, 'That you blow so hastily?'

'O here is the bishop of Hereford, And no pardon we shall have :'

'Cut off his head, master,' said Little John, And throw him into his grave.'

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'O pardon, I thee pray!

For if I had known it had been you,

I'd have gone some other way.'

'No pardon, no pardon,' said bold Robin Hood,
'No pardon I thee owe;
Therefore make haste and come along with me,
For to merry Barnsdale you shall go.'

Then Robin he took the bishop by the hand,
And led him to merry Barnsdale;

He made him to stay and sup with him that night,
And to drink wine, beer, and ale.

'Call in a reckoning,' said the bishop,

'For methinks it grows wondrous high :'

'Lend me your purse, master,' said Little John, And I'll tell you bye and bye.'

le John took the bishop's cloak,
read it upon the ground,
of the bishop's portmantua
I three hundred pound.

oney enough, master,' said Little John, comely sight 'tis to see;

me in charity with the bishop,

1 he heartily loveth not me.'

ood took the bishop by the hand, : caused the music to play;

nade the bishop to dance in his boots,

ad he could so get away.

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CXLIII

OHN SUCKLING'S CAMPAIGN

got him an ambling nag,

tland for to ride-a,

undred horse more, all his own he swore,

rd him on every side-a.

t knight ever went to fight

_alf so gay a bravado ;

seen but his look, you'd have sworn on a bool:

ave conquered a whole armado.

es ran all to the windows to see
ant and warlike a sight-a,
e pass'd by, they began to cry,
hn, why will you go fight-a?'

But he like a cruel knight spurr'd on,

His heart did not relent-a;

For, till he came there, he show'd no fear;
Till then, why should he repent-a?

The king (Heaven bless him!) had singular hopes
Of him and all his troop-a;

The Borderers they, as they met him on the way,
For joy did holloa and whoop-a.

None liked him so well as his own colonel,
Who took him for John de Wert-a ;

But when there were shows of gunning and blows,
My gallant was nothing so pert-a.

For when the Scots' army came within sight,
And all men prepared to fight-a,

He ran to his tent; they ask'd what he meant ;
He swore that his stomach ached quite-a.

The colonel sent for him back again,

To quarter him in the van-a,

But Sir John did swear, he came not there
To be kill'd the very first man-a.

To cure his fear he was sent to the rear,
Some ten miles back and more-a;
Where he did play at trip and away,
And ne'er saw the enemy more-a.

But now there is peace, he's return'd to increase
His money which lately he spent-a ;

But his lost honour must still lie in the dust;
At Berwick away it went-a.

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