And praye for Robyn Hode,
That ever his soule be in blysse,
He holpe me out of my tene ;
Ne had not be his kyndenesse,
Beggers had we ben.
The abbot and I acordyd ben,
He is served of his pay,
The good yeman lent it me,
As I came by the way. {25}
This knyght than dwelled fayre at home,