His horne than gan he blow,
That all the outlawes of that forèst,
That horne coud they knowe,
And gadred them togyder,
In a lytell throwe,
Seven score of wight yonge men,
Came redy on a rowe ;
And fayre dyde of theyr hodes,
And set them on theyr kne :
Welcome, they sayd, our maystèr,