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,