When he came to grene wode,
In a mery mornynge,
There he herde the notës small
Of byrdës mery syngynge.
446.
446.3 ‘Me lyste,’ I should like.
446.4 ‘donne,’ dun (cf. 417.3).
‘It is ferre gone,’ sayd Robyn,
‘That I was last here;
Me lyste a lytell for to shote