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.”