THE FOURTH FYTTE.
The sheryf dwelled in Notynghame,
He was fayne that he was gone,
And Robyn and his mery men
Went to wode anone. {38}
Go we to dyner, sayd Lytell Johan.
Robyn Hode sayd, Nay ;
For I drede our lady be wroth with me,
For she sent me not my pay.
Have no dout, mayster, sayd Lytell Johan,