The old woman he set on a milk-white steed,
Himselfe on a dapple gray ;
And for joy he had got Robin Hood,
He went laughing all the way.
But as they were riding the forrest along,
The bishop he ‘chanc’d’ for to see
A hundred brave bowmen bold,
Stand under the green-wood tree.
O who is yonder, the bishop then said,
That’s ranging within yonder wood ?