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,