And tooke theyr bowes each one ;
And they away to the greene forrèst
A shooting forth are gone ;
Untill they came to the merry greenwood,
Where they had gladdest to bee,
There they were ware of a wight yeomàn,
His body leaned to a tree.
A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
Of manye a man the bane ;
And he was clad in his capull hyde,