Now, quoth Robin Hood, Ile to Scarborough go,
It seems to be a very faire day.
‘He’ tooke up his inne at a widdow-womans house,
Hard by upon the water gray :
Who asked of him, Where wert thou borne ?
Or tell to me where dost thou fare ?
I am a poor fisherman, said he then,
This day intrapped all in care.
“What is thy name, thou fine fellòw,
I pray thee heartily tell it to mee ?”