Came leaping over the lee.
And when they came into the church-yard,
Marching all on a row,
The first man was Allin a Dale,
To give bold Robin his bow.
This is thy true love, Robin he said,
Young Allin, as I hear say,
And you shall be married at ‘this’ same time,
Before we depart away.
That shall not be, the bishop he said,