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 A treacherous leach this Friar was,
 * to let him bleed to death,

And Robin was methinks an aſs,
 * to truſt him with his breath.

His corpſe the priores of that place,
 * the next day that he dy'd

Cauſed to be buried in mean ſort
 * along the highway ſide

And over him ſhe cauſed a ſtone,
 * to be in the ground.

An epitaph was ſet theron.
 * wheron his name was found,

The date of the year and day alſo,
 * ſhe made to be ſit there

That all who by that way did go,
 * might see it plain appear,

That ſuch a man as Robin Hood.
 * was buried in that place.

And how he liv'd in the Green Wood,
 * and robbed the apace,

It ſeems that tho the clergy he
 * had put to meikle woe,

He ſhou'd not quite forgotton be,
 * altho' he was their foe.

This woman tho ſhe did him hate,
 * yet for his memory

She thought it was a pity that
 * ſo great a name ſhould die.

This epitaph, as records tell,
 * within three hundred years,