Full well he could it blow ;
Streight from the woods came marching down
One hundred tall fellows and mo.
Stand, stand to your arms, says Will Scadlòck,
Lo ! the enemies are within ken.
With that Robin Hood he laugh’d aloud,
Crying, They are my bold yeomèn.
Who, when they arriv’d, and Robin espy’d,
Cry’d, Master, what is your will ?
We thought you had in danger been,