And he is my kinsman dear.
Then Robin Hood blew on the beugle horn,
He blew full lowd and shrill ;
But quickly anon appear’d Little John,
Come tripping down a green hill ;
O what is the matter ? then said Little John,
Master, I pray you tell :
Why do you stand with your staff in your hand ?
I fear all is not well.
“O man I do stand, and he makes me to stand,