‘Where we shall take, where we shall leave,
Where we shall abide behind,
Where we shall rob, where we shall reave[716],
Where we shall beat and bind.’
XIII
‘Thereof no force[717],’ then said Robin;
‘We shall do well enow;
But look ye do no husband[718] harm
That tilleth with his plough.
XIV
‘No more ye shall no good yeoman
That walketh by green-wood shaw[719];
Nor yet no knight nor no squièr
That will be a good fellaw.
XV
‘These bishops and these archbishops,
Ye shall them beat and bind;
The High Sheriff of Nottingham,
Him hold ye in your mind.’
XVI
‘This word shall be held,’ said Little John,
‘This lesson we shall lere[720];
It is far days[721]; God send us a guest,
That we were at our dinnere.’