Now Robin, lend to me thy bow
Sweet Robin lend to me thy bow
For I must now a hunting with my lady go
With my sweet lady go

And whither will thy lady go?
Sweet Wilkin, tell it unto me
And thou shalt have my hawk, my hound and eke my bow
To wait on thy lady

My lady will to Uppingham
To Uppingham forsooth will she
And I myself appointed for to be the man
To wait on my lady.

Ian Ground