As though he had been cleaving of wood.
And about, and about, and about they went,
Like two wild bores in a chase,
Striving to aim each other to maim,
Leg, arm, or any other place. {185}
And knock for knock they lustily dealt,
Which held for two hours and more ;
That all the wood rang at every bang,
They ply’d their work so sore.
Hold thy hand, hold thy hand, said Robin Hood,