Come, your coats of green lay on the ground,
And so will we all three,
And take your swords and bucklers round,
And try the victory.
We be content, the keepers said,
We be three, and you no less,
Then why should we be of you afraid,
‘As’ we never did transgress ?
“Why, if you be three keepers in this forrèst,
Then we be three rangers good,