Robin Hood / A collection of all the ancient poems, songs, and ballads, now extant, relative to that celebrated English outlaw. To which are prefixed historical anecdotes of his life.

by Unknown

I make the maister, seid Robyne Hode,

Off alle my men and me.

Nay be my trouthe, seid litulle Johne,

So shall hit neuer be,

But lat me be a felow, seid litulle Johne,

No nodur kepe I’ll be.

Thus Johne gate Robyn Hode out of prisone

Sertan withoutyn layne,

When his men saw hym hol and sounde

For sothe they were ful fayne. {384}