‘With Crist his might and mayne;
I’le make yond fellow that flyes soe fast
To be both glad and ffaine.’
15
Iohn bent vp a good veiwe bow,
And ffetteled him to shoote;
The bow was made of a tender boughe,
And fell downe to his foote.
16
‘Woe worth thee, wicked wood,’ sayd Litle Iohn,