To London with right good will ;
And Robin Hood he to the green-wood tree,
And there he was taken ill. {334}
He sent for a monk, to let him blood,
Who took his life away ;
Now this being done, his archers they run,
It was not a time to stay.
Some got on board, and cross’d the seas,
To Flanders, France, and Spain,
And others to Rome, for fear of their doom,