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 By many was diſcerned well;
 * but time all things out wears,

His followers when he was dead.
 * were ſome receiv'd to traceː

The reſt to foreign county's fled,
 * and left their native place.

And though this funeral was but ſmall,
 * the woman had in mind,

Leſt his fame ſhould be burried clean
 * from thoſe that came behind;

For certainly before or ſince,
 * no man ever underſtood,

Under the reign of any prince,
 * a man like Robin Hood.

For thirteen years, and ſomething more,
 * The out laws lived thus

Fear'd by the rich lov'd by the poor,
 * a thing moſt marvelous,

A thing impoſſible to us,
 * this ſtory ſeems to be;

None dare now be ſo ventrous,
 * but times are chang'd we ſee.

We that live in theſe happy days,
 * of civil government.

If need be had an hundred men,
 * ſuch rebels to prevent.

In thoſe days men barbarous were,
 * and lived leſs in awe

And God be thanked people fear,
 * more to offend the law.