And let no man com in ;
And arme you well, and make you redy,
And to the walle ye wynne.
For one thyng, Robyn, I the behote,
I swere by saynt Quyntyn,
These twelve dayes thou wonest with me,
To suppe, ete, and dyne.”
Bordes were layed, and clothes spred,
Reddely and anone ;
Robyn Hode and his mery men