The stranger he drew out a good broad sword,
 	 And hit Robin on the crown,
 	 That from every hair of bold Robins head
 	 The blood ran trickling down.
‘God a mercy, good fellow!’ quoth Robin Hood then,
 	 ‘And for this thou hast done;
 	 Tell me, good fellow, what thou art,
 	 Tell me where thou doest woon.’

Lines 56-64 of Robin Hood and the Newly Revived