I met with a stranger, quod Robin Hood,
Full sore he hath beaten me.
Then I’le have a bout with him, quod Little John,
And try if he can beat me.
Oh [no], oh no, quoth Robin Hood then,
Little John, it may [not] be so ;
For he is my own dear sisters son,
And cousins I have no mo.
But he shall be a bold yeoman of mine,
My chief man next to thee ;