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,