Under this grene wode tre.

Robyn dwelled in grene wode,

Twenty yere and two,

For all drede of Edwarde our kynge

Agayne wolde he not goo. {80}

Yet he was begyled, I wys,

Through a wycked womàn,

The pryoresse of Kyrkesly,

That nye was of his kynne,

For the love of a knyght,