Therefore fall on, or else be gone,
And yield to us the day :
It never shall be said that we are afraid
Of thee, nor thy yeomen gay.”
If that be so, cries bold Robìn,
Let me but know your names,
And in the forrest of merry Sheerwood,
I shall extol your fames.
And with our names, one of them said,
What hast thou here to do ?