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,