Towards his house in Nottingham town,
He fled full fast away;
And so did all the company:
Not one behind would stay.
But he could neither run so fast,
Nor away so fast could ride,
But Little John with an arrow so broad,
He shot him into the back-side.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Woods.
[2] Shining.
[3] A kind of thrush.
[4] Dream.
[5] Strong.
[6] Revenged.