Приключения Робин Гуда
The Adventure with Midge the Miller’s Son
LiketofairWill,Ihavenotitletomyditty,butthusitruns:
"OLadymine,thespringishere,
Withaheynonnynonny;
Thesweetloveseasonoftheyear,
Withaninnyninnynonny;
Nowladandlass
Lieinthegrass
Thatgrowethgreen
Withflowersbetween.
Thebuckdothrest
Theleavesdostart,
Thecockdothcrow,
Thebreezedothblow,
Andallthingslaughin—"
"Whomayyonfellowbecomingalongtheroad?"saidRobin,breakingintothesong.
"Iknownot,"quothLittleJohninasurlyvoice."ButthisIdoknow,thatitisanillthingtodotochecktheflowofagoodsong."
"Nay,LittleJohn,"saidRobin,"benotvexed,Iprythee;butIhavebeenwatchinghimcomingalong,bentbeneaththatgreatbagoverhisshoulder,eversincethoudidstbeginthysong.Look,LittleJohn,Ipray,andseeifthouknowesthim."
LittleJohnlookedwhitherRobinHoodpointed."Truly,"quothhe,afteratime,"IthinkyonfellowisacertainyoungmillerIhaveseennowandthenaroundtheedgeofSherwood;apoorwight,methinks,tospoilagoodsongabout."
"Nowthouspeakestofhim,"quothRobinHood,"methinksImyselfhaveseenhimnowandthen.
