CLXXV
They took away the silver vessel,
And all that they might get,
Pieces, masars[810], and spoons,
Would they none forget;
CLXXVI
Also they took the good pence,
Three hundred pound and three;
And did them straight to Robin Hood,
Under the green-wood tree.
CLXXVII
‘God thee save, my dear master,
And Christ thee save and see!’
And then said Robin to Little John,
‘Welcome might thou be;
CLXXVIII
‘And also be that fair yeoman
Thou bringest there with thee.
What tidings from Nottingham
Little John, tell thou me?’—
CLXXIX
‘Well thee greeteth the proud Sheriff,
And send thee here by me
His cook and his silver vessel,
And three hundred pound and three.’—