They toke away the sylver vessell,

And all that they myght get,

Peces, masars, and spones,

Wolde they non forgete ;

Also they toke the good pence,

Thre hondred pounde and three ;

And dyde them strayt to Robyn Hode,

Under the grene wode tre. {33}

“God the save, my dere maystèr,

And Cryst the save and se.”