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.