I know it will do the deed.
For thy sword and thy bow I care not a straw,
Nor all thine arrows to boot ;
If I get a knop upon the bare scop,
Thou can’st as well sh—e as shoote.”
Speak cleanly, good fellow, said jolly Robìn,
And give better terms to me ;
Else Ile thee correct for thy neglect,
And make thee more mannerly.
Marry gep with a wenion ! quod Arthur-a-Bland,