When the cam to yearth againe
The bernes byn in sight.
The bernes rad the roke along
And saw Robyn’s bonnet on the tide.
Now be the baith to bottom gane,
Ther may the bide!
The Shyreff turned him home again,
Turned back and went awaie,
But Robyn and His Ladye ffayre
Were wed the nextin daye.