“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;