O that were a shame, said jolly Robin,
We being three, and thou but one.
The pinder leapt back then thirty good foot,
’Twas thirty good foot and one.
He leaned his back fast unto a thorn,
And his foot against a stone, {168}
And there he fought a long summers day,
A summers day so long,
Till that their swords on their broad bucklèrs
Were broke fast into their hands.[291]