How to turn the poem verse into a prose

"There was a Yeoman with him at his side,

No other servant; so he chose to ride.

This Yeoman wore a coat and hood of green,

And peacock-feathered arrows, bright and keen

And neatly sheathed, hung at his belt the while

—For he could dress his gear in yeoman style,

His arrows never drooped their feathers low—

And in his hand he bore a mighty bow.

His head was like a nut, his face was brown.

He knew the whole of woodcraft up and down.

A saucy brace was on his arm to ward

It from the bow-string, and a shield and sword

Hung at one side, and at the other slipped

A jaunty dirk, spear-sharp and well-equipped.

A medal of St. Christopher he wore

Of shining silver on his breast, and bore

A hunting-horn, well slung and burnished clean,

That dangled from a baldrick of bright green.

He was a proper forester, I guess."