Which was both grave and old,
And after him a finikin lass,
Did shine like the glistering gold.
This is not a fit match, quod bold Robin Hood,
That you do seem to make here,
For since we are come into the church,
The bride shall chuse her own dear. {201}
Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth,
And blew blasts two or three ;
When four and twenty bowmen bold