Welcome arte thou [to] me ;

And moche [I] thanke the of thy comfort,

And of thy curteysye,

And of thy grete kyndenesse,

Under the grene wode tre ; {56}

I love no man in all this worlde

So moch as I do the ;

For all the proud sheryf of Notyngham,

Ryght here shalt thou be.

Shyt the gates, and drawe the bridge,