“Hether ye[254] cam on horse foll hey,

And hom schall ye go on fote ;

And gret well they weyffe at home,

The woman ys foll godde.

Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey,[255]

Het hambellet as the weynde ;

Ner for the loffe of yowr weyffe,

Off mor sorow scholde yow seyng.”

Thes parted Robyn Hode and the screffe,

To Notynggam he toke the waye ;