Cupid at first could hit a hart of his.
Hey jolly Robin, hoe jolly Robin, hey jolly Robin Hood,
Love finds out me, as well as thee, to follow me, to follow me to the green wood.
A noble thiefe was Robin Hoode,
Wise was he could deceive him ;
Yet Marrian, in his bravest mood,
Could of his heart bereave him.
No greater thief lies hidden under skies
Then beauty closely lodgde in womens eyes.
Hey jolly Robin. {359}