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,