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"The saints," said bold Robin, "have hearkened our prayer,And here's a good angel apiece for your share:If more you would have, you must win ere you wear:Singing, hey down, ho down, down, derry down:"Then he blew his good horn with a musical cheer,And fifty green bowmen came trooping full near,And away the grey friars they bounded like deer,All on the fallen leaves so brown.
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