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ROBIN GOOD-FELLOW.
When men do traps and engines set In loop-holes, where the vermin creep,Who from their folds and houses fet Their ducks and geese, and lambs and sheep, I spy the gin, And enter in, And seem a vermin taken so; But, when they there Approach me near, I leap out laughing, ho, ho, ho!
By wells, and gills, in meadows green, We nightly dance our hey-day guise ;And, to our fairy king and queen, We chant our moonlight minstrelsies: When larks 'gin sing Away we fling, And babes new-born steal as we go, An elf in bed We leave instead, And wend us laughing, ho, ho, ho!
From hag-bred Merlins time have I Thus nightly revell'd to and fro;And for my pranks men call me by The name of Robin Good-fellow: Fiends ghosts and sprites, That haunt the nights,
