Tyll he came to Plomton parke,

He faylyd many of his dere {64}

There our kynge was wont to se

Herdes many one,

He coud unneth fynde one dere,

That bare ony good horne.

The kynge was wonder wroth withall,

And swore by the trynytè,

“I wolde I had Robyn Hode,

With eyen I myght hym se ;