He asked men of that countrè,
After Robyn Hode,
And after that gentyll knyght,
That was so bolde and stout.
Whan they had tolde hym the case,
Our kynge understonde ther tale,
And seased in his honde
The knyghtes londes all,
All the passe of Lancasshyre,
He went both ferre and nere,