That while the tinker fell asleep, Robin made then haste away, 70 And left the tinker in the lurch, For the great shot to pay. But when the tinker wakenèd, And saw that he was gone, He call'd then even for his host, 75 And thus he made his moan: "I had a warrant from the king. Which might have done me good, That is to take a bold outlaw, Some call him Robin Hood. 80 "But now my warrant and mony's gone, Nothing I have to pay; But he that promis'd to be my friend, He is gone and fled away." "That friend you tell on," said the host, 85 "They call him Robin Hood; And when that first hee met with you, He ment you little good." "Had I but known it had been hee, "When that I had him here, 90 Th' one of us should have tri'd our might Which should have paid full dear. "In the mean time I will away, No longer here Ile bide, But I will go and seek him out, 95 Whatever do me betide. "But one thing I would gladly know, What here I have to pay;" "Ten shillings just," then said the host; "Ile pay without delay; 100 "Or elce take here my working-bag, And my good hammer too; And if that I light but on the knave. I will then soon pay you." "The onely way," then said the host, 105 "And not to stand in fear, Is to seek him among the parks, Killing of the kings deer." The tinker hee then went with speed, And made then no delay, 110 Till he had found bold Robin Hood, That they might have a fray. At last hee spy'd him in a park, Hunting then of the deer; "What knave is that," quoth Robin Hood, 115 "That doth come mee so near?" "No knave, no knave," the tinker said, "And that you soon shall know; "Whether of us hath done any wrong, My crab-tree staff shall show." 120 Then Robin drew his gallant blade, Made then of trusty steel; But the tinker he laid on so fast, That he made Robin reel. Then Robins anger did arise; 125 He fought right manfully, Until he had made the tinkèr Almost then fit to fly. With that they had a bout again, They ply'd their weapons fast; 130 The tinker threshed his bones so sore, He made him yeeld at last. "A boon, a boon," Robin hee cryes, "If thou will grant it mee;" "Before I do it," the tinker said, 135 "Ile hang thee on this tree."