And shope both sonne and mone,
Fynde a better borowe, sayd Robyn,
Or mony getest thou none.
I have none other, sayd the knyght,
The sothe for to say,
But yf it be our dere lady,
She fayled me never or this day.
By dere worthy god, sayd Robyn,
To seche all Englond thorowe,
Yet founde I never to my pay,