ROBIN GOOD-FELLOW.
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Nor cry, Goblin! where I do go; But Robin I Their feats will spy, And fear them home, with ho, ho, ho!
If any wanderers I meet, That from their night-sport do trudge home,With counterfeiting voice I greet, And cause them on with me to roam ;. Through woods, through lakes, Through bogs, through brakes, O'er bush and brier, with them I go, I call upon Them to come on, And wend me laughing, ho, ho, ho!
Sometimes I meet them like a man, Sometimes, an ox, sometimes, a hound;And to a horse I turn me can, To trip and trot about them round; But if, to ride, My back they stride, More swift than wind away I go; O'er hedge and lands, Through pools and ponds, I whinny laughing, ho, ho, ho!
