Except that you wilt fight it out,

Our names thou shalt not know.

We will fight no more, sayes bold Robìn,

You be men of valour stout ;

Come and go with me to Nottingham,

And there we will fight it out.

With a but of sack we will bang it ‘about,’

To see who wins the day ;

And for the cost make you no doubt,

I have gold ‘enough’ to pay.