When they fayled of the garlonde,
Robyn smote them full sare.
At the last shot that Robyn shot,
For all his frendes fare,
Yet he fayled of the garlonde,
Thre fyngers and mare. {72}
Than bespake good Gylberte,
And thus he gan say :
Mayster, he sayd, your takyll is lost,
Stand forth and take your pay.