“Here’s for every man a dog,
And I myselfe for thee.”
Nay, by my faith, said Robin Hood,
Fryer, that may not be.
Two dogs at once to Robin Hood did goe,
The one behind, the other before,
Robin Hoods mantle of Lincolne greene
Off from his backe they tore.
And whether his men shot east or west,
Or they shot north or south,