Simon grew angry at these words,
 	 And so angry then was he
 	 That he tooke his bent bow in his hand,
 	 And to the ship-hatch goe doth he.

‘Master, tye me to the mast,’ saith he,
 	 ‘That at my mark I may stand fair,
 	 And give me my bended bow in my hand,
 	 And never a Frenchman will I spare.’

He drew his arrow to the very head,
 	 And drew it with all might and maine,
 	 And straightway, in the twinkling of an eye,
 	 Doth the Frenchmans heart the arow gain.

The Frenchman fell downe on the ship-hatch,
 	 And under the hatches down below;
 	 Another Frenchman that him espy’d
 	 The dead corps into the sea doth throw.

‘O master, loose me from the mast,’ he said,
 	 ‘And for them all take you no care,
 	 And give me my bent bow in my hand,
 	 And never a Frenchman will I spare.’

Then straight [they] did board the Frenchmans ship,
 	 They lying all dead in their sight;
 	 They found within the ship of war
 	 Twelve thousand pound of money bright.

Lines 77-100 from Robin Hood's Preferment