That they provd foes, and so fell to blowes,
Whose vallour bold Robin admir’d.
11
They drew out their swords, and to cutting they went,
At least an hour or more,
That the blood ran apace from bold Robins face,
And Marian was wounded sore.
12
‘O hold thy hand, hold thy hand,’ said Robin Hood,
‘And thou shalt be one of my string,