One boon, one boon, says jolly Robìn,
One boon I beg on my knee ;
That, as for the death of these three ’squires,
Their hangman I may be.
Soon granted, soon granted, says master sherìff,
Soon granted unto thee ;
And ‘thou shalt’ [349] have all their gay cloathìng,
Aye, and all their white monèy.
“O I will have none of their gay cloathìng,
Nor none of their white monèy,