"Fryer, that may not be."
Two dogs at once to Robin Hood did goe,
The one behind, the other before,
Robin Hood's mantle of Lincolne greene
Off from his backe they tore.
And whether his men shot east or west,
Or they shot north or south,
The curtall dogs so taught they were,
They kept the arrows in their mouth.
"Take up thy dogs," said Little John,