Six hundred and three I have here for thee,
In silver and gold so red.
‘Then’ Robin Hood took Little John by the hand,
And danced about the oak tree :
“If we drink water while this doth last,
Then an il death may we die.”
So to conclude my merry new song,
All you that delight it to sing ;
’Tis of Robin Hood, that archer good,
And how Little John went a beggìng.