For this is our order I wys,

Under the grene wood tre.

This is harder order, sayd the sheryfe,

Than ony anker or frere ;

For al the golde in mery Englonde

I wolde not longe dwell here.

All these twelve monethes, sayd Robyn,

Thou shake dwell with me ;

I shall the teche, proud sheryfe,

An outlawe for to be.