It was not long ere Robin Hood
Could welde his sword so bright;
Upon his feete he firmly stood,115
And did renew the fight;
Untill the tanner scarce could heave
His weapon in the aire;
But Robin would not him bereave
Of life, and left him there.120
Then to the greenewood did he fly,
And with him went the maide;
For him she vowd that she would dye,
He'd live for her, he said.
Finis. T. Fleming.