I prithee, good fellow, O where art thou now ?
The stranger, in laughter, he cry’d.
Quoth bold Robin Hood, Good faith, in the flood,
And floating along with the tide.
I needs must acknowledge thou art a brave soul,
With thee I’ll no longer contend ;
For needs must I say, thou hast got the day,
Our battel shall be at an end.
Then unto the bank he did presently wade,
And pull’d himself out by a thorn ;