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 ;