Then they are on to gude greenwood As fast as gang cou'd they; O then they spied him, Robin Hood, Below a green aik tree. "Gude day, gude day, kind sir," they said, 85 "God make you safe and free." "Gude day, gude day," said Robin Hood, "What is your wills wi' me?" "Lo here we are, twa banish'd knights, Come frae our native hame; 90 We're come to crave o' thee service, Our king will gie us nane." "If ye be twa young banish'd knights, Tell me frae what countrie;" "Frae Anster town into Fifeshire, 95 Ye know it as well as we." "If a' be true that ye ha'e said, And tauld just now to me; Ye're welcome, welcome, every one, Your master I will be. 100 "Now ye shall eat as I do eat, And lye as I do lye; Ye salna wear nae waur claithing Nor my young men and I." Then they went to a ruinous house, 105 And there they enter'd in; And Nicholas fed wi' Robin Hood, And Roger wi' little John. But it fell ance upon a day, They were at the putting-stane; 110 Whan Rose the Red she view'd them a', As they stood on the green. She hit the stane then wi' her foot, And kep'd it wi' her knee; And spaces three aboon them a', 115 I wyte she gar'd it flee. She sat her back then to a tree, And ga'e a loud Ohon! A lad spak in the companie, "I hear a woman's moan." 120 "How know you that, young man," she said, "How know you that o' me? Did e'er ye see me in that place A'e foot my ground to flee? "Or know ye by my cherry cheeks, 125 Or by my yellow hair? Or by the paps on my breast bane? Ye never saw them bare." "I know not by your cherry cheeks, Nor by your yellow hair; 130 But I know by your milk-white chin, On it there grows nae hair. "I never saw you in that cause A'e foot your ground to flee; I've seen you stan' wi' sword in han' 135 'Mang men's blood to the knee. "But if I come your bower within, By night, or yet by day, I shall know before I go, If ye be man or may." 140 "O if you come my bower within, By night, or yet by day, As soon's I draw my trusty brand, Nae lang ye'll wi' me stay." But he is haunted to her bower, 145 Her bigly bower o' stane, Till he has got her big wi' bairn, And near sax months she's gane. Whan three mair months were come and gane, They gae'd to hunt the hynde; 150 She wont to be the foremost ane, But now stay'd far behynd.