A Freemans Song
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BY the merry Landes date ah,
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There dwelt a jolly Miller,
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And a good old man was he,
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Was he, was he hay hoe.
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He had, he had an a son ah,
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Men cald him jollie Raynold,
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A mighte man of might
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Was he, was he hay hoe.
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And from his father he would ah,
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His fortune for to seeke,
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From merry Landes date
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Would he, would he hay hoe.
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His father he would him seek ah,
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And found him fast asleep,
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Undneath the hathorne tree
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Was he, was he hay hoe.
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He took, he took him up ah,
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All by the lilly white,
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And set him on his feet,
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And by him stand hay hoe.
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He gave to him & a bent bow,
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Made of a trustee tree,
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And arrowes in his hand,
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And bid him let them flee.
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And shoot with yt he did ah,
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Some say he shot a mile,
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But half a mile nay more
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Was yt he shot hay ho.
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And at the half miles end ah,
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There stood an armed man,
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This child he shot him through,
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And through, & through hay ho.
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His beard was all on a white ah,
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As white as driven snow,
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His teeth they were as cleer
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As chistall snow hay ho.
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And there of him they made ah,
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Good yeoman Robin Hood,
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Scarlet and Little John,
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And Little John hay ho.
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To be Sung Thrice.
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