5 Then Robin was stout, and turnd him about, And a little house there he did spy; And to an old wife, for to save his life, He loud began for to cry. 6 ‘Why, who art thou?’ said the old woman, ‘Come tell it to me for good:’ ‘I am an out-law, as many do know, My name it is Robin Hood. 7 ‘And yonder’s the Bishop and all his men, And if that I taken be, Then day and night he’l work me spight, And hanged I shall be.’ 8 ‘If thou be Robin Hood,’ said the old wife, ‘As thou dost seem to be, I’le for thee provide, and thee I will hide From the Bishop and his company. 9 ‘For I well remember, one Saturday night Thou bought me both shoos and hose; Therefore I’le provide thy person to hide, And keep thee from thy foes.’ 10 ‘Then give me soon thy coat of gray, And take thou my mantle of green; Thy spindle and twine unto me resign, And take thou my arrows so keen.’ 11 And when that Robin Hood was so araid, He went straight to his company; With his spindle and twine, he oft lookt behind For the Bishop and his company. 12 ‘O who is yonder,’ quoth Little John, ‘That now comes over the lee? An arrow I will at her let flie, So like an old witch looks she.’ 13 ‘O hold thy hand, hold thy hand,’ said Robin then, ‘And shoot not thy arrows so keen; I am Robin Hood, thy master good, And quickly it shall be seen.’ 14 The Bishop he came to the old womans house, And he called with furious mood, ‘Come let me soon see, and bring unto me, That traitor Robin Hood.’ 15 The old woman he set on a milk-white steed, Himselfe on a dapple-gray, And for joy he had got Robin Hood, He went laughing all the way. 16 But as they were riding the forrest along, The Bishop he chanc’d for to see A hundred brave bow-men bold Stand under the green-wood tree. 17 ‘O who is yonder,’ the Bishop then said, ‘That’s ranging within yonder wood?’ ‘Marry,’ says the old woman, ‘I think it to be A man calld Robin Hood.’ 18 ‘Why, who art thou,’ the Bishop he said, ‘Which I have here with me?’ ‘Why, I am an old woman, thou cuckoldly bishop; Lift up my leg and see.’ 19 ‘Then woe is me,’ the Bishop he said, ‘That ever I saw this day!’ He turnd him about, but Robin so stout Calld him, and bid him stay. 20 Then Robin took hold of the Bishops horse, And ty’d him fast to a tree; Then Little John smil’d his master upon, For joy of that company. 21 Robin Hood took his mantle from’s back, And spread it upon the ground, And out of the Bishops portmantle he Soon told five hundred pound. 22 ‘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 goe from me.