For though my ryme be ragged, Rudely rayne beaten, For, as farre as I can se, It is wronge with eche degre; Accuseth the spiritualte; 60 70 And make therof a jape; There is theyr hole devocyon, 5 ΤΟ 6 12 What cher? Gud cher! gud cher, gud cher! "Lyft up your hartes and be glad," Now the kyng of hevyn his byrth hath take, Say eche to oder for hys sake, "What cher," etc. I tell you all with hart so fre, "What cher," etc. 8 Company with honeste Is vertu vices to fle; Company is good and ill, But every man hath hys fre wyll. Vertue to use, Vice to refuce; Thus schall I use me. II Fyll the cuppe, Phylyppe, And let us drynke a drame! And yf you will not pledge, You shall bere the blame. I drynke to you with all my harte, Yf you will pledge me the same. III Make rome,' syrs, and let us be mery, Synge, "Tyrll on the bery," Synge, "Fryska joly," With "Hey, troly loly," 12 For to have a sad mynd! For I se well it is but foly 24 8 3 9 12 5. "Buske yee, bowne yee, my merry men all, 6. They cast on their gowne of greene, Until they came to the merry greenwood, There were they ware of a wight yeoman, His body leaned to a tree. 7. A sword and a dagger he wore by his side, 20 30 "That ere thou grew on a tree! For this day thou art my bale, My boote3 when thou shold bee!" 17. This shoote it was but looselye shott, The arrowe flew in vaine, And it mett one of the sheriffes men; Good William a Trent was slaine. 18. It had beene better for William a Trent 19. And it is sayd, when men be mett, And bound him ffast to a tree. 70 25. "I seeke an outlaw,” quoth Sir Guye, "Men call him Robin Hood; I had rather meet with him upon a day 67 100 26. "If you tow mett, itt wold be seene whether were better Afore yee did part awaye; Let us some other pastime find, 27. "Let us some other masteryes make, 1 yew 2 made ready help 4 astray |