That hath paid well my hide.” {196}
That tinker then, said Little John,
Fain that blade I would see,
And I would try what I could do,
If hee’l do as much for me.
But Robin hee then wish’d them both
They should the quarrel cease,
“That henceforth wee may bee as one,
And ever live in peace.
And for the jovial tinkers part,