‘No pardon, no pardon!’ said Robin Hood;
‘No pardon I thee owe;
Therefore make haste, come along with me,
For to merry Barnsdale you shall go.’
XVII
Then Robin has taken the Bishop’s hand
And led him to merry Barnsdale;
He made him to stay and sup with him that night,
And to drink wine, beer and ale.
XVIII
‘Call in the reckoning,’ said the Bishòp,
‘For methinks it grows wondrous high.’—
‘Lend me your purse, Bishop,’ said Little John,
‘And I’ll tell you by-and-by.’
XIX
Then Little John took the Bishop’s cloak,
And spread it upon the ground,
And out of the Bishop’s portmantua
He told three hundred pound.
XX
‘So now let him go,’ said Robin Hood;
Said Little John, ‘That may not be;
For I vow and protest he shall sing us a mass
Before that he go from me.’