Litull John can sey,

‘And thynk hit is a full fayre tyme

In a mornyng of May.’

6

‘Ȝe, on thyng greves me,’ seid Robyn,

‘And does my hert mych woo;

Þat I may not no solem day

To mas nor matyns goo.

7

‘Hit is a fourtnet and more,’ seid he,