But Robyn took out a two-hand sword,
That hanged down be his knee;
There as the sheriff and his men stood thickest
Thitherward would he.

Thrice through and at them he ran then,
For sooth as I to you say,
And wounded many a mother's son,
And twelve he slew that day.

His sword upon the sheriff's head
Certainly he break in two;
"The smith that thee made," said Robin,
"I pray to God work him woe!

Lines 103-114 of Robin Hood and the Monk