The first good shoot that Robin led,
He mist but an inch it fro’:
The yeoman he was an archer good,
But he cold ne’er shoote soe.
XXXII
The second shoote had the wight yemàn,
He shote within the garlànde:
But Robin he shott far better than hee,
For he clave the good pricke wande.
XXXIII
‘God’s blessing upon thy heart!’ he sayd;
‘Good fellowe, thy shooting is goode;
For an thy hart be as good as thy hand,
Thou wert better than Robin Hood.’
XXXIV
‘Now tell me thy name, good fellowe,’ sayd he,
‘Under the leaves of lyne[948].’—
‘Nay by my faith,’ quoth good Robìn,
‘Till thou have told me thine.’
XXXV
‘I dwell by dale and downe,’ quoth hee,
‘And Robin to take I’me sworne;
And when I am callèd by my right name
I am Guy of good Gisborne.’—