"Though your clothes are of light Lincolne green,
And mine gray russet, and torne,5
Yet it doth not you beseme
To doe an old man scorne."
["I scorne thee not, old man," says Robin,]
"By the faith of my body;
Doe of thy clothes, thou shalt have mine,10
For it may noe better be."
But Robin did on the old mans hose,
The were torn in the wrist;
"When I looke on my leggs," said Robin,
"Then for to laugh I list."15
But Robin did on the old mans shoes,
And the were chitt full cleane;
"Now by my faith," says Little John,
"These are good for thornes keene."
But Robin did on the old mans cloake,20
And it was torne in the necke;
"Now by my faith," said William Scarlett,
"Heere shold be set a specke."
But Robin did on the old mans hood,
Itt goggled on his crowne;25
"When I come into Nottingham," said Robin,
["My hood it will lightly downe.]
"But yonder is an outwood," said Robin,
"An outwood all and a shade,
And thither I reede you, my merrymen all,30
The ready way to take.
"And when you heare my little horne blow,
[Come raking all on a rowte,]
* * * * * * *
* * * * * * *
* * horne to his mouth,
A loud blast cold he blow,35
Full three hundred bold yeomen
Came raking all on a row.