"All thes thre yer, and mor, potter," he seyde,
"Thow hast hantyd thes wey,
Yet wer tow never so cortys a man
One peney of pauage to pay."
"What ys they name," seyde the potter,45
"For pauage thow ask of me?"
"Roben Hod ys mey name,
A wed schall thow leffe me."
"Wed well y non leffe," seyde the potter,
"Nor pavag well y non pay;50
Awey they honde fro mey horse,
Y well the tene eyls, be mey fay."
The potter to hes cart he went,
He was not to seke;
A god to-hande staffe therowt he hent,55
Befor Roben he [lepe].
Roben howt with a swerd bent,
A bokeler en hes honde [therto];
The potter to Roben he went,
And seyde, "Felow, let mey horse go."60
Togeder then went thes two yemen,
Het was a god seyt to se;
Therof low Robyn hes men,
Ther they stod onder a tre.
Leytell John to hes [felowhes] seyde,65
"Yend potter welle steffeley stonde:"
The potter, with [an acward] stroke,
Smot the bokeler owt of hes honde;
[And] ar Roben meyt get hem agen
Hes bokeler at hes fette,70
The potter yn the neke hem toke,
To the gronde sone he yede.
That saw Roben hes men,
As thay stode ender a bow;
"Let us helpe owr master," seyed Lytell John,75
["Yonder potter els well hem sclo."]
Thes [yemen went] with a breyde,
To [ther] master they cam.
Leytell John to hes master seyde,
"Ho haet the wager won?80