‘It’s for slaying of the king’s fallow deer,
Bearing their long bows with thee.’
7
‘Dost thou not mind, old woman,’ he said,
‘Since thou made me sup and dine?
By the truth of my body,’ quoth bold Robin Hood,
‘You could not tell it in better time.’
8
Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a day,