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.