She got on her holyday kirtle and gown,
They were of a light Lincoln green ;
The cloath was homespun, but for colour and make
It might ‘have beseemed’ [282] our queen.
And then Robin got on his basket-hilt sword,
And his dagger on his tother side ;
And said, My dear mother, let’s haste to be gone,
We have forty long miles to ride. {153}
When Robin had mounted his gelding so grey,
His father, without any trouble,