They washed togyder and wyped bothe,
And set tyll theyr dynere ;
Brede and wyne they had ynough,
And nombles of the dere ;
Swannes and fesauntes they had full good,
And foules of the revere ;
There fayled never so lytell a byrde,
That ever was bred on brere.
Do gladly, syr knyght, sayd Robyn.
Gramercy, syr, sayd he,