Thou faint-heart pesant slave !
If ever my master do thee meet,
Thou shalt thy paiment have.
My noble master ‘doth thee’ scorn,
And all thy ‘coward’ crew ;
Such silly imps unable are,
Bold Robin to subdue. {259}
But when he was to the gallows come,
And ready to bid adiew,
Out of a bush leaps Little John,