Lytell Johan spred downe his mantèll
Full fayre upon the grounde,
And there he founde in the knyghtes cofer
But even halfe a pounde. {10}
Lytyll Johan let it lye full styll,
And went to his mayster full lowe.
What tydynge Johan ? sayd Robyn.
“Syr, the knyght is trewe inough.”
Fyll of the best wyne, sayd Robyn,
The knyght shall begynne ;