Till he wish and pray that his life would part,
Nor yet find leave to die."
'Tis merry,'tis merry, in good greenwood,
Though the birds have still'd their singing;
The evening blaze doth Alice raise,
And Richard is fagots bringing.
Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf
Before Lord Richard stands,
And as he cross'd and bless'd himself,
"I fear not sign," quoth the grisly elf,