Robin Hood / A collection of all the ancient poems, songs, and ballads, now extant, relative to that celebrated English outlaw. To which are prefixed historical anecdotes of his life.

by Unknown

Amonge my falowe dere ? {344}

FRYER.

Go louse the, ragged knave,

If thou make mani wordes, I will geve the on the eare,

Though I be but a poore fryer.

To seke Robyn Hode I am com here,

And to him my hart to breke.

ROBYN HODE.

Thou lousy frer, what wouldest thou with hym ?

He never loved fryer, nor none of freiers kyn.