Then he fell to the ground. {206}

“Arise, arise, thou proud fellòw,

And thou shalt have fair play,

If thou wilt yield before thou go,

That I have won the day.”

A boon, a boon, cry’d bold Robìn,

If that a man thou be,

Then let me have my beugle horn,

And blow but blasts three.

Then said the shepherd to bold Robìn,