“And chuse thee, chuse thee, fine fellòw,
Whether thou wilt sink or swim.”
Robin Hood swam to a bush of broome,
The fryer to a wigger-wand ;
Bold Robin Hood is gone to shore,
And took his bow in his hand.
One of his best arrowes under his belt
To the fryer he let fly ;
The curtall fryer, with his steele bucklèr,
Did put that arrow by.