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| Lo! see my
staff, it is lusty and tough, Now here on the bridge we will play; Whoever falls in, the other shall win The battel, and so we'll away. |
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| 'With all my
whole heart,' the stranger re-ply'd; 'I scorn in the least to give out;' This said, they fell to't without more dispute, And their staffs they did flourish about. |
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| And first
Robin gave the stranger a bang, So hard that it made his bones ring: The stranger he said, This must be repaid, I'll give you as good as you bring. |
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| So long as
I'm able to handle my staff, To die in your debt, friend, I scorn: Then to it each goes, and followd their blows, As if they had been threshing of corn. |
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| The stranger
gave Robin a crack on the crown, Which caused the blood to appear; Then Robin, enrag'd, more fiercely engag'd, And followd his blows more severe. |
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| So thick and
fast did he lay it on him, With a passionate fury and ire, At every stroke, he made him to smoke, As if he had been all on fire. |
