One of his best arrows under his belt
To the friar he let fly;
The curtal friar, with his steel buckler,
He put that arrow by.

"Shoot on, shoot on, thou fine fellow,
Shoot on as thou hast begun;
If thou shoot here a summers day,
Thy mark I will not shun."
Robin Hood shot passing well,
Till his arrows all were gone;
They took their swords and steel bucklers,
And fought with might and maine,

From ten o'th' clock that day,
Till four i'th' afternoon;
Then Robin Hood came to his knees,
Of the friar to beg a boon.

Lines 81-96 of Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar