罗宾汉历险记（英文全本）第 69 章

old times.

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Loud

laughed

the

foresters,

as jests

were

bandied

about

between

the

singing,

and louder

laughed

the

friars,

for they

were lusty

men with

beards

that

curled

like the

wool of

black

rams; but

loudest of

all

laughed

the

Tinker,

and he

sang more

sweetly

than any

of the

rest. His

bag and

his hammer

hung upon

a twig of

the oak

tree, and

near by

leaned his

good stout

cudgel, as

thick as

his wrist

and