With his strong bow had slain. {223}
Jog on, jog on, cries Robin Hood,
The day it runs full fast ;
For tho’ my nephew me a breakfast gave,
I have not yet broke my fast.
Then to yonder lodge let us take our way,
I think it wondrous good,
Where my nephew by my bold yeomèn
Shall be welcom’d unto the green-wood. {224}
With that he took ‘his’ bugle-horn,