Heres mor and affter ys to saye,

The best ys beheynde.

[THE SECOND FIT.]

When Roben cam to Notynggam,

The soyt yef y scholde saye,

He set op hes horse anon,

And gaffe hem hotys and haye.

Yn the medys of the towne,

Ther he schowed hes war,

Pottys ! pottys ! he gan crey foll sone,