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.