A, my lege lorde the kynge,
One worde I shall you say ;
There is no man in this countrè
May have the knyghtes londes,
Whyle Robyn Hode may ryde or gone,
And here a bowe in his hondes ; {65}
That he ne shall lese his hede,
That is the best ball in his hode :
Give it no man, my lorde the kynge,
That ye wyll any good.