Thou art fitting to be a yeoman for me,
And range in the merry green-wood.’
“Robin Hood set his bugle horn to his mouth,
A blast then he merrily blows;
His yeomen did hear, and straight did appear
A hundred with trusty long bows.
“Now Little John came at the head of them all,
Cloth’d in a rich mantle of green;
And likewise the rest were gloriously drest,
A delicate sight to be seen!