In the greenwood where he lay.
"Now, by my saye," sayd jollye Robin,
"A sweaven[18] I had this night;
I dreamt me of tow wighty yemen
That fast with me can fight.
"Methought they did me beate and binde,
And tooke my bowe me froe;
Iff I be Robin alive in this lande
Ile be wroken on them towe."
"Sweavens are swift," sayd Little John,