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Here's scraps enough to serve to-day.

Frank Davidson

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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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Gilderoy was a bonnie boy,

Had roses tull[62] his shoone,

His stockings were of silken soy,

Wi' garters hanging doune:

It was, I weene, a comelie sight,

To see sae trim a boy;

He was my joy and heart's delight,

My handsome Gilderoy.

Oh! sike twe[63] charming een he had,

A breath as sweet as rose;

He never ware a Highland plaid,

But costly silken clothes.

He gained the luve of ladies gay,

Nane eir tull him was coy,

Ah! wae is mee! I mourn the day,

For my dear Gilderoy.