The screffe comandyd a yeman that stod hem bey
Affter bowhes to wende ;
The best bow that the yeman browthe
Roben set on a stryng.
“Now schall y wet and thow be god,
And polle het op to they ner.”
So god me helpe, seyde the prowde pottèr,
Thys ys bot rygzt weke ger.
To a quequer Roben went,
A god bolt owthe he toke,