Furthest fayre and lowe,

At a payre of fynly buttes,

Under the grene wode shawe,

A ryght good arowe he shall have,

The shaft of sylver whyte,

The heade and the feders of ryche red golde,

In Englond is none lyke.”

This then herde good Robyn,

Under his trystell tre :

“Make you redy, ye wyght yonge men,