Hym holde in your mynde.
This worde shall be holde, sayd Lytyll Johan,
And this lesson shall we lere ;
It is ferre dayes, god sende us a gest,
That we were at our dynere.
Take thy good bowe in thy hande, said Robyn,
Let Moche wende with the,
And so shall Wyllyam Scathelocke,
And no man abyde with me ;
And walke up to the Sayles,