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Weep, weep, ye woodmen! wail;

Your hands with sorrow wring!

Your master Robin Hood lies dead,

Therefore sigh as you sing.

Here lie his primer and his beads,

His bent bow and his arrows keen,

His good sword and his holy cross:

Now cast on flowers fresh and green.

And, as they fall, shed tears and say

Well, well-a-day! well, well-a-day!

Thus cast ye flowers fresh, and sing,

And on to Wakefield take your way.

Anthony Munday

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