In Barwick and Dover, and all the world over,
But ne’er a crookt carril like thee.
Therefore stand thee back, thou crooked carèl,
And take that knock on the crown.
Nay, said Little John, Ile not yet be gone,
For a bout will I have of you round.
Now have at you all, then said Little John,
If you be so full of your blows ;
Fight on all four, and nere give ore,
Whether you be friends or foes.