I make myn avowe to god, sayd Lytell Johan,

Mayster, ye be to blame,

I was mysserved of my dynere,

When I was with you at hame.

Soone he was to super sette,

And served with sylver whyte ;

And whan the sheryf se his vessell,

For sorowe he myght not ete.

Make good chere, sayd Robyn Hode,

Sheryfe, for charytè,