Hold thy hand, hold thy hand, said bold Robin Hood,
And my merry men every one ;
For this is one of the best pindèrs,
That ever I tryed with sword.
And wilt thou forsake thy pinders craft,
And live in the green-wood with me ?
“At Michaelmas next my cov’nant comes out,
When every man gathers his fee ;
Then I’le take my blew blade all in my hand,
And plod to the green-wood with thee.”