For it never shall be said
That a shepherds hook of thy sturdy look
Will one jot be dismaied.”
So they fell to it, full hardy and sore,
Striving for victorie.
Ile know, says John, ere we give o’er,
Whether thou wilt fight or flee.
The shepherd gave John a sturdie blow,
With his hook under the chin.
Beshrew thy heart, said little John,