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,