The mony come count, and let me mount,
For a butcher I fain would be.
Now Robin he is to Nottingham gone,
His butchers trade to begin ;
With good intent to the sheriff he went,
And there he took up his inn. {177}
When other butchers they opened their meat,
Bold Robin he then begun ;
But how for to sell he knew not well,
For a butcher he was but young.