Robyn commaunded his wyght yong men,

Under the grene wood tre,

They shall lay in that same sorte ;

That the sheryf myght them se.

All nyght laye that proud sheryf,

In his breche and in his sherte,

No wonder it was in grene wode,

Tho his sydes do smerte.

Make glad chere, sayd Robyn Hode,

Sheryfe, for charytè,