And with me be not wrothe;
Iff thou have had the worst strokes at my hand,
Thou shalt have the better clothe."
Robin did off his gown of greene,
And on sir Guy did throwe,
And he put on that capull hyde,
That cladd him topp to toe.
"Thy bowe, thy arrowes, and little horne,
Now with me I will beare;
For I will away to Barnesdale,