There was hee aware of fifteen forrestèrs,
And a drinking bear, ale, and wine.
What news ? What news ? said bold Robin Hood.
“What news fain wouldest thou know ?”
Our king hath provided a shooting match,
And I’m ready with my bow.
We hold it in scorn, said the forrestèrs,
That ever a boy so young
Should bear a bow before our king,
That’s not able to draw one string.