Under the grene wode tre,
Founde she there Robyn Hode,
And all his fayre meynè. {60}
“God the save, good Robyn Hode,[186]
And all thy company ;
For our dere ladyes[187] love,
A bone graunte thou me.
Let[188] thou never my wedded lorde
Shamfully slayne to be ; [189]
He is fast ibounde to Notyngham warde,