His servant he said he would be.
No, quoth Robin Hood, it cannot be good,
For thou wilt prove false unto me ;
Thou hast not been true to sire nor cuz.
Nay, marry, the Scot he said,
As true as your heart, Ile never part,
Gude master, be not afraid.
Then Robin turned his face to the east,
Fight on, my merry men stout :
Our cause is good, quod brave Robin Hood,