To that I will agree ;
‘For’ if thou shouldst blow till to-morrow morn,
I scorn one foot to flee.
Then Robin he set his horn to his mouth,
And he blew with mickle main,
Until he espied Little John
Come tripping over the plain.
“O who is yonder, thou proud fellòw,
That comes down yonder hill ?”
“Yonder is John, bold Robin Hoods man,