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,