Then did the king for armour send,
   For lances, swords, and shields:
And thus all three in armour bright
   Came marching to the field.

The trumpets began to sound a charge,
   Each singled out his man;
Their arms in pieces soon were hewd,
   Blood sprang froom every vain.

The prince he reacht Robin a blow--
   He struck with might and main--
Which forced him to reel about the field,
   As though he had been slain.

"God-a-mercy," quoth Robin, "for that blow!
   The quarrel shall soon be try'd;
This stroke shall shew a full divorce
   Betwixt thee and thy bride."

So from his shoulders he's cut his head,
   Which on the ground did fall,
And grumbling sore at Robin Hood,
   To be so dealt withal.

Lines 149-168 from Robin Hood and the Prince of Aragon