To grene wode then went he. {79}
Whan he came to grene wode,
In a mery mornynge,
There he herde the notes small
Of byrdes mery syngynge.
It is ferre gone, sayd Robyn,
That I was last here,
Me lyste a lytell for to shote
At the donne dere.
Robyn slewe a full grete harte,