Be mey horne ‘we’ [247] schal awet
Yeff Roben Hode be ‘ner hande.’ {93}
Roben set hes horne to hes[248] mowthe,
And blow a blast that was foll god,
That herde hes men that ther stode,
Fer[249] downe yn the wodde.
I her mey master, seyde Leytyll John :
They ran as thay wer wode.
Whan thay to thar master cam,
Leytell John wold not spar :