XIV
Then he put on the old man’s cloak,
Was patch’d black, blue, and red;
He thought no shame, all the day long,
To wear the bags of bread.
XV
Then he put on the old man’s breeks,
Was patch’d from ballup[1014] to side;
‘By the truth of my body,’ bold Robin can say,
‘This man lov’d little pride!’
XVI
Then he put on the old man’s hose,
Were patch’d from knee to wrist;
‘By the truth of my body,’ said bold Robin Hood,
‘I’d laugh if I had any list[1015].’
XVII
Then he put on the old man’s shoes,
Were patch’d both beneath and aboon;
Then Robin Hood swore a solemn oath,
‘It’s good habit that makes a man!’
XVIII
Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a down,
And there he met with the proud Sheríff,
Was walking along the town.