"Hast thou any green cloth," said our King, "That thou wilt sell now to me?" "Yea, for God!" said ROBIN, "Thirty yards and three." "ROBIN," said our King, "Now pray I thee! Sell me some of that cloth To me and my meiny." "Yes, for God!" then said ROBIN, "Or else I were a fool! Another day ye will me clothe, I trow against the yule." The King cast off his cowl then, A green garment he did on, And every knight also, i-wis, Another had full soon. When they were clothed in Lincoln green, They cast away their gray. "Now we shall to Nottingham! All thus," our King 'gan say. Their bows bent, and forth they went, Shooting all in-fere Toward the town of Nottingham, Outlaws as they were. Our King and ROBIN rode together, For sooth as I you say, And they shot Pluck-buffet, As they went by the way. And many a buffet our King won Of ROBIN HOOD that day; And nothing spared good ROBIN Our King in his pay. "So God me help!" said our King, "Thy game is nought to lere; I should not get a shot of thee, Though I shoot all this year!" All the people of Nottingham, They stood and beheld, They saw nothing but mantles of green That covered all the field: Then every man to other 'gan say, "I dread our King be slone; Come ROBIN HOOD to the town, ywis In life he left never one!" Full hastily they began to flee, Both yeomen and knaves, And old wives that might evil go They hipped on their staves. The King laughed full fast, And commanded them again: When they see our comely King I-wis they were full fain. They eat and drank and made them glad, And sang with notes high. Then bespake our comely King To Sir RICHARD AT THE LEE: He gave him there his land again; A good man he bade him be. ROBIN thanked our comely King And set him on his knee.