‘And see where Christ was quick and dead,
On the mount of Calvary;
Farewell, friend, and have good day;
It may no better be.’
LVIII
Tears fell out of his eyen two;
He would have gone his way;
‘Farewell, friends, and have good day,
I have no more to pay.’
LIX
‘Where be thy friends,’ said Robin Hood.
‘Sir, never one will me know;
While I was rich enough at home
Great boast then would they blow.
LX
‘And now they run away from me,
As beastès in a raw[753];
They takè no more heed of me
Than they me never saw.’
LXI
For ruth then weptè Little John,
Scathèlock and Much in fere;
‘Fill of the best wine,’ said Robin,
‘For here is a simple cheer.