Sitting upon the spraye,
Soe lowde, he wakened Robin Hood,
In the greenwood where he lay.
Now, by my faye, sayd jollye Robìn,
A sweaven I had this night ;
I dreamt me of tow wighty yemèn,
That fast with me can fight. {116}
Methought they did me beate and binde,
And tooke my bowe me froe ;
Iff I be Robin alive in this lande,