The buttes were fayre and longe,
Many was the bolde archere
That shoted with bowes stronge.
“There shall but syx shote with me,
The other shal kepe my hede,
And stande with good bowes bent
That I be not desceyved.”
The fourth outlawe his bowe gan bende,
And that was Robyn Hode,
And that behelde the proude sheryfe,