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The Adventure with Midge the Miller’s Son
Ivy!Ivy!
Stanchandtrue!
ThusI’dhaveherlovetobe:
Nottodie
Atthenigh
Breathofcoldadversity."
"’Tiswellsung,"quothRobin,"but,cousin,Itelltheeplain,Iwouldratherhearastoutfellowliketheesingsomelustyballadthanafinickingsongofflowersandbirds,andwhatnot.Yet,thoudidstsingitfair,and’tisnonesobadasnatchofasong,forthematterofthat.Now,Tanner,itisthyturn."
"Iknownot,"quothArthur,smiling,withhisheadononeside,likeabuddinglassthatisaskedtodance,"IknownotthatIcanmatchoursweetfriend’ssong;moreover,IdoverilythinkthatIhavecaughtacoldandhaveacertainticklingandhuskinessinthewindpipe."
"Nay,singup,friend,"quothLittleJohn,whosatnexttohim,pattinghimupontheshoulder."Thouhastafair,round,mellowvoice;letushaveatouchofit."
"Nay,anyewillha’apoorthing,"saidArthur,"Iwilldomybest.HaveyeeverheardofthewooingofSirKeith,thestoutyoungCornishknight,ingoodKingArthur’stime?"
"MethinksIhaveheardsomewhatofit,"saidRobin;"butne’erthelessstrikeupthydittyandletushearit,for,asIdorememberme,itisagallantsong;sooutwithit,goodfellow.
