Thorow the helpe of howr ladey,
Felowhes, let me alone ;
Heyt war howte, seyde Roben,
To Notynggam well y gon.
Robyn went to Notynggam,
Thes pottes for to sell ;
The potter abode with Robens men,
Ther he fered not eylle.[232] {87}
Tho Roben droffe on hes wey,
So merey ower the londe.