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,