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.