But before then of a shuttered-window
Good Robin Hood he could glide,
Red Roger, with a sharpened glaive,
Thrust him through the milk-white side.

But Robin was light and nimble of foot,
And thought to abate his pride,
For betwixt his head and his shoulders
He made a wound full wide.

Says, "Lie there, lie there, Red Roger,
The dogs they must thee eat;

Lines 103-112 of The Death of Robin Hood