Haffe hansell for the mar.
Foll effen agenest the screffeys gate,
Schowed he hes chaffar ;
Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow,
And chepyd fast of hes war.
Yet, Pottys, gret chepe ! creyed Robyn,
Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde.
And all that saw[233] hem sell,
Seyde he had be no potter long. {88}
The pottys that wer werthe pens feyfte,