‘Busk ye, bown ye, my merry men all,
For John shall go with me;
For I’ll go seek yond wight yeomen
In greenwood where they be.’
6.
They cast on their gown of green,
A shooting gone are they,
Until they came to the merry greenwood,
Where they had gladdest be;
There were they ‘ware of a wight yeoman,