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,