That boon I’ll not grant thee ;
I never ‘hurt’ [330] woman in all my life,
Nor man in woman’s company.
I never hurt fair maid in all my time,
Nor at my end shall it be ;
But give me my bent bow in my hand,
And a broad arrow I’ll let flee :
And where this arrow is taken up,
There shall my grave digg’d be.
Lay me a green sod under my head,