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Little John Turns Barefoot Friar
Whentheflowersalldie,
Thenoffhewillfly,
Tokeephimselfwarm
Insomejollyoldbarn
Wherethesnowandthewindneitherchillhimnorharm.
"Andsuchisthelifeofthestrollingfriar,
Withaplentytoeatandtodrink;
Forthegoodwifewillkeephimaseatbythefire,
Andtheprettygirlssmileathiswink.
Thenhelustilytrolls
Asheonwardstrolls,
Arollickingsongforthesavingofsouls.
Whenthewinddothblow,
Withthecomingofsnow,
There’saplacebythefire
Forthefatherlyfriar,
Andacrabinthebowlforhisheart’sdesire."
ThusFriarTucksanginarichandmellowvoice,rollinghisheadfromsidetosideintimewiththemusic,andwhenhehaddone,allclappedtheirhandsandshoutedwithlaughter,forthesongfittedhimwell.
"Inverysooth,"quothLittleJohn,"itisagoodlysong,and,wereInotayeomanofSherwoodForest,Ihadratherbeastrollingfriarthanaughtelseintheworld."
"Yea,itisagoodlysong,"saidRobinHood,"butmethoughtthosetwoburlybeggarstoldthemerriertalesandledthemerrierlife.
