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To the joyous lark
And it’s hark to the cooing dove!
And the bright daffodil
Groweth down by the rill,
And I’ll seek me another dear love.

SHE
‘Young man, turn not so very quick away
Another fair lass to find.
Methinks I have spoken in haste today,
Nor have I made up my mind,

And if thou only wilt stay with me,
I’ll love no other, sweet lad, but thee.’

Here Robin could contain himself no longer but burst forth
into a mighty roar of laughter; then, the holy Friar keeping on
with the song, he joined in the chorus, and together they sang,
or, as one might say, bellowed:

‘So it’s hark! hark! hark!
To the joyous lark
And it’s hark to the cooing dove!
For the bright daffodil
Groweth down by the rill
And I’ll be thine own true love.’

So they sang together, for the stout Friar did not seem to
have heard Robin’s laughter, neither did he seem to know

1 The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood