And he sir Guy hath slayne.
He took sir Guy's head by the hayre,
And stuck it upon his bowes end:
"Thou hast beene a traytor all thy life,
Which thing must have an end."
Robin pulled forth an Irish knife,
And nicked sir Guy in the face,
That he was never on woman born
Cold know whose head it was.
Sayes, "Lye there, lye there, now Sir Guye,