So the beggar drew nigh, and at Robin let fly,
But gave him never a word.
Fight on, fight on, said Robin Hood then,
This game well pleaseth me.
For every blow that Robin gave,
The beggar gave buffets three. {277}
And fighting there full hard and sore,
Not far from Nottingham town,
They never fled, till from Robin Hoods head
The blood came trickling down.