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,