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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.


Robin, Lend to Me Thy Bow

By Anonymous

NOW, Robin, lend to me thy bow,

Sweet Robin, lend to me thy bow;

For I must now a hunting with my lady go,

With my sweet lady go.

And whither will thy lady go?

Sweet Wilkin, tell it unto me;

And thou shalt have my hawk, my hound, and eke my bow,

To wait on thy ladye.

My lady will to Uppingham,

To Uppingham, forsooth, will she;

And I myself appointed for to be the man

To wait on my ladye.

Adieu, good Wilkin, all beshrewd,

Thy hunting nothing pleaseth me;

But yet beware thy babbling hounds stray not abroad,

For angering of thy ladye.

My hounds shall be led in the line,

So well I can assure it thee;

Unless by view of strain some pursue I may find,

To please my sweet ladye.

With that the lady she came in,

And willed them all for to agree;

For honest hunting never was accounted sin,

Nor never shall for me.