9. ‘Of all my merry men,’ said Robin, ‘By my faith I will none have, But Little John shall bear my bow, Till that me list to draw.’ 10. ‘Thou shall bear thine own,’ said Little John, ‘Master, and I will bear mine, And we will shoot a penny,’ said Little John, ‘Under the greenwood lyne.’ 11. ‘I will not shoot a penny,’ said Robin Hood, ‘In faith, Little John, with thee, But ever for one as thou shootës,’ said Robin, ‘In faith I hold thee three.’ 12. Thus shot they forth, these yeomen two, Both at bush and broom, Till Little John won of his master Five shillings to hose and shoon. 13. A ferly strife fell them between, As they went by the way, Little John said he had won five shillings And Robin Hood said shortly nay. 14. With that Robin Hood lied Little John, And smote him with his hand; Little John waxëd wroth therewith, And pulled out his bright brand. 15. ‘Were thou not my master,’ said Little John, ‘Thou shouldest by it full sore; Get thee a man where thou wilt, For thou gettest me no more.’ 16. Then Robin goes to Nottingham, Himself mourning alone, And Little John to merry Sherwood, The paths he knew ilkone. 17. When Robin came to Nottingham, Certainly withouten layn, He prayed to God and mild Mary To bring him out safe again. 18. He goes into Saint Mary church, And kneeled down before the rood; All that ever were the church within, Beheld well Robin Hood. 19. Beside him stood a great-headed monk, I pray to God woe he be! Full soon he knew good Robin, As soon as he him see. 20. Out at the door he ran, Full soon and anon; All the gates of Nottingham, He made to be sparred everychone. 21. ‘Rise up,’ he said, ‘thou proud sheriff, Busk thee, and make thee bown; I have spied the kingës felon, For sooth he is in this town. 22. ‘I have spied the false felon, As he standës at his mass; It is long of thee,’ said the monk, ‘And ever he fro us pass. 23. ‘This traitor name is Robin Hood, Under the greenwood lynd; He robbëd me once of a hundred pound, It shall never out of my mind.’ 24. Up then rose this proud sheriff, And radly made him yare; Many was the mother son, To the kirk with him can fare. 25. In at the doors they throly thrast, With stavës full good wone; ‘Alas, alas!’ said Robin Hood, ‘Now miss I Little John.’ 26. But Robin took out a two-hand sword That hangëd down by his knee; Thereas the sheriff and his men stood thickest, Thitherward would he. 27. Thrice throughout them he ran then For sooth as I you say, And wounded many a mother son, And twelve he slew that day. 28. His sword upon the sheriff head Certainly he brake in two; ‘The smith that thee made,’ said Robin, ‘I pray God work him woe.’