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 HERE came a Thief one night to Robin's Castle,
 * He climbed up into a Tree;

And sitting with his head among the branches,
 * A wondrous Sight did see.

For there was Robin supping at his table,
 * With Candles of pure Wax,

His Dame and his two beauteous little Children,
 * With Velvet on their backs.

Platters for each there were shin-shining,
 * Of Silver many a pound,

And all of beaten Gold, three brimming Goblets,
 * Standing the table round.

The smell that rose up richly from the Baked Meats
 * Came thinning amid the boughs,

And much that greedy Thief who snuffed the night air —
 * His Hunger did arouse.

He watched them eating, drinking, laughing, talking,
 * Busy with finger and spoon,