And thought to abate his pride,
Ffor betwixt his head and his shoulders
He made a wound full wide.
22
Says, Ly there, ly there, Red Roger,
The doggs they must thee eate;
‘For I may haue my houzle,’ he said,
‘For I may both goe and speake.
23
‘Now giue me mood,’ Robin said to Litle Iohn,