[Good sailors, welcome unto me! ]"
They swore by the rood, they were sailors good,
But rich merchants they could not be.
"To France nor Flanders dare we not pass,
Nor Bordeaux voyage we dare not fare;
And all for a false robber that lies on the seas,
Who robs us of our merchant's ware."
King Henry was stout, and he turned him about,
And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,
"I thought he had not been in the world throughout,