To brynge hym vnder fote.
254
‘Whether be ye away?’ sayd Robyn:
‘Syr, to maners in this londe,
Too reken with our reues,
That haue done moch wronge.’
255
‘Come now forth, Lytell Johan,
And harken to my tale;
A better yemen I knowe none,
To brynge hym vnder fote.
254
‘Whether be ye away?’ sayd Robyn:
‘Syr, to maners in this londe,
Too reken with our reues,
That haue done moch wronge.’
255
‘Come now forth, Lytell Johan,
And harken to my tale;
A better yemen I knowe none,