Good fortune had I, then said Little John,
Such a good sight to behold.
But what found he in the beggar’s bag
But three hundred pound and three ?
“If I drink water while this doth last,
Then an ill death may I dye :
And my begging trade I will now give ore,
My fortune hath bin so good ;
Therefore Ile not stay, but I will away,
To the forrest of merry Sherwood.”