“Bold Robin he gave him very hard blows,

The other return’d them as fast;

At every stroke their jackets did smoke;

Three hours the combat did last.

“At length in a rage the forester grew,

And cudgel’d bold Robin so sore

That he could not stand, so shaking his hand,

He cry’d, ‘Let us freely give o’er.

“‘Thou art a brave fellow, I needs must confess

I never knew any so good;