‘So have we in Coventry,
In Barwick and Dover, and all the world over,
But nere a crookt carril like thee.
11
‘Therefore stand thee back, thou crooked carel,
And take that knock on the crown;’
‘Nay,’ said Little John, ‘I’le not yet be gone,
For a bout will I have with you round.
12
‘Now have at you all,’ then said Little John,