Moreover, my voice is not in tune today, and I would not spoil even a tolerable song by ill singing." Upon this all pressed Little John to sing, so that when he had denied them a proper length of time, such as is seemly in one that is asked to sing, he presently yielded.

Quoth he, 'Well, an ye will ha' it so, I will give you what I can.

Like to fair Will, I have no title to my ditty, but thus it runs: "_O Lady mine, the spring is here, With a hey nonny nonny; The sweet love season of the year, With a ninny ninny nonny; Now lad and lass Lie in the grass That groweth green With flowers between.
The buck doth rest The leaves do start, The cock doth crow, The breeze doth blow, And all things laugh in_--" "Who may yon fellow be coming along the road ?" said Robin, breaking into the song.
"I know not," quoth Little John in a surly voice.

"But this I do know, that it is an ill thing to do to check the flow of a good song." "Nay, Little John," said Robin, "be not vexed, I prythee; but I have been watching him coming along, bent beneath that great bag over his shoulder, ever since thou didst begin thy song.

Look, Little John, I pray, and see if thou knowest him." Little John looked whither Robin Hood pointed.