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 ;