Then Robin he took the pretty sweet babe,
And cloath’d him from top to the toe,
In garments of green, most gay to be seen,
And gave him a curious long bow.
“Thou shalt be an archer, as well as the best,
And range in the green wood with us ;
Where we’ll not want gold nor silver, behold,
While bishops have ought in their purse.
We live here like ‘squires, or lords of renown,
Without ere a foot of free land ;