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.”