And they away to the greene forrest
A shooting forth are gone;
Untill they came to the merry greenwood,
Where they had gladdest to bee,
There they were ware of a wighty yeoman,
That leaned agaynst a tree.
A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
Of manye a man the bane:
And he was clad in his capull[22] hyde
Topp and tayll and mayne.