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.