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22 ROBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER.
Yeflf a por yeman com drywyng ower the vvey, To let hem of hes gorney."
" Be mey trowet, thow seys soyt," seyde Roben, " Thow seys god yemenrey ; •■»
And thow dreyffe forthe yevery day, Thow schalt never be let for me.
" Y well prey the, god potter,
A felischepe well thow haffe ? Geffe me they clothyng, and thow schalt hafe myne; 9s
Y well go to Notynggam."
" Y grant therto," seyde the potter, " Thow schalt feynde me a felow gode ;
Bot thow can sell mey pottes well,
Come ayen as thow yode." 100
" Nay, be mey trowt," seyde Roben,
" And then y bescro mey hede YefFe y bryng eney pottes ayen,
And eney weyffe well hem chepe."
Than spake Leytell John, ids
And all hes felowhes heynd, "Master, be well war of the screffe of Not-ynggam, For he ys leytell howr frende."
JIS. 90, yemerey. 97, grat. 100, yede. |
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