[63 Now Robin lend to me thy bow]
1
Now Robin lend to me thy bow,
Sweet Robin lend to me thy bow,
For I must now a hunting with my Lady goe
With my sweet Lady goe.
2
And whether will thy Lady goe,
Sweet Wilkin tell it vnto me
And thou shalt haue my hawke, my hound, and eke my bow
to wait on thy Lady.
3
My Lady will to Vppingham,
to Vppingham forsooth will shee,
And I my selfe appointed for to be the man,
to wait on my Lady.
4
Adiew good Wilkin all be shrewde,
thy hunting nothing pleaseth mee,
But yet beware thy babling hounds stray not abroad,
for angring of thy Lady.
5
My hounds shall be led in the line,
so well I can assure it thee:
Vnlesse by view of straine some persue I may find,
to please my sweete Lady.
6
With that the Lady shee came in,
and wild them all for to agree:
For honest hunting neuer was accounted sinne,
nor neuer shall for me.
