Sir Guye hee did it throwe;
And hee put on that capull-hyde,
That cladd him topp to toe.
45
‘The bowe, the arrowes, and litle horne,
And with me now I’le beare;
Ffor now I will goe to Barn[e]sdale,
To see how my men doe ffare.’
46
Robin sett Guyes horne to his mouth,