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           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.