As they went by the way ;
And many a buffet our kynge wan
Of Robyn Hode that day ;
And nothynge spared good Robyn
Our kynge in his pay.
So god me helpe, sayd our kynge,
Thy game is nought to lere,
I sholde not get a shote of the,
Though I shote all this yere. {76}
All the people of Notyngham