Each singled out his man ;
Their arms in pieces soon were hew’d,
Blood sprang from every vain.
The prince he reacht Robin Hood a blow,
He struck with might and main,
Which forc’d him to reel about the field,
As though he had been slain.
God-a-mercy, quoth Robin, for that blow !
The quarrel shall soon be try’d ;
This stroke shall shew a full divorce