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. So the knight and the squire were both left in the myre, There for to sing their roundelay; For a yeoman of Kent, with his yearly rent, There never was a widow could say him nay.

"I would, Wamba," said the Knight, "that our host of the Trysting-tree, or the jolly Friar, his chaplain, heard this ditty in praise of our bluff yeoman."

"So would not I," said Wamba—"but for the horn that hangs at your baldric."

"Ay," said the Knight,—"this is a pledge of Locksley's good will, though I am not like to need it. Three mots on this bugle will, I am