To gete hym grete renowne.
By than the yere was all agone,
He had no man but twayne,
Lytell Johan and good Scathelocke,
Wyth hym all for to gone.
Robyn sawe yonge men shote,
Full fayre[210] upon a day,
Alas ! than sayd good Robyn,
My welthe is went away.
Somtyme I was an archere good,