I Will Betide the Traitor's Staff, Cried Robinhood

Quathe tinker smote Robin with his staff, but he warded and parried all of them. Then the tinker spat upon his hands, and grasping his staff came straight to the other. He struck two or three blows, but soon found that he had met his match. So I'll turn their steps to the forest depths, where the tinker was to live henceforth. For many a day he sang ballads to the band, and to the famous Alan Adale join them,. before whose sweet voice all others seemed as harsh as ravens.