5 ‘And as thou goest to Notingham, Search all those English wood; Enquire of one good yeoman or another That can tell thee of Robin Hood.’ 6 Sometimes he went, sometimes hee ran, As fast as he could win; And when hee came to Notingham, There he took up his inne. 7 And when he came to Notingham, And had took up his inne, He calls for a pottle of Renish wine, And drank a health to his queen. 8 There sat a yeoman by his side; ‘Tell mee, sweet page,’ said hee, ‘What is thy business or the cause, So far in the North Country?’ 9 ‘This is my business and the cause, Sir, I’le tell it you for good, To inquire of one good yeoman or another To tell mee of Robin Hood.’ 10 ‘I’le get my horse betime in the morn, By it be break of day, And I will shew thee bold Robin Hood, And all his yeomen gay.’ 11 When that he came at Robin Hoods place, Hee fell down on his knee: ‘Queen Katherine she doth greet you well, She greets you well by mee. 12 ‘She bids you post to fair London court, Not fearing any thing; For there shall be a little sport, And she hath sent you her ring.’ 13 Robin took his mantle from his back— It was of the Lincoln green— And sent it by this lovely page, For a present unto the queen. 14 In summer time, when leaves grow green, It is a seemly sight to see How Robin Hood himself had drest, And all his yeomandry. 15 He cloathed his men in Lincoln green, And himself in scarlet red, Black hats, white feathers, all alike; Now bold Robin Hood is rid. 16 And when he came at Londons court, Hee fell downe on his knee: ‘Thou art welcome, Locksly,’ said the queen, ‘And all thy good yeomendree.’ 17 The king is into Finsbury field, Marching in battel ray, And after follows bold Robin Hood, And all his yeomen gay. 18 ‘Come hither, Tepus,’ said the king, ‘Bow-bearer after mee, Come measure mee out with this line How long our mark shall be.’ 19 ‘What is the wager?’ said the queen, ‘That must I now know here:’ ‘Three hundred tun of Renish wine, Three hundred tun of beer. 20 ‘Three hundred of the fattest harts That run on Dallom lee; That’s a princely wager,’ said the king, ‘That needs must I tell thee.’ 21 With that bespake one Clifton then, Full quickly and full soon; ‘Measure no mark for us, most soveraign leige, Wee’l shoot at sun and moon.’ 22 ‘Ful fifteen score your mark shall be, Ful fifteen score shall stand;’ ‘I’le lay my bow,’ said Clifton then, ‘I’le cleave the willow wand.’ 23 With that the kings archers led about, While it was three and none; With that the ladies began to shout, Madam, your game is gone! 24 ‘A boon, a boon,’ Queen Katherine cries, ‘I crave on my bare knee; Is there any knight of your privy counsel Of Queen Katherines part will be?