Ballads of Robin Hood and other Outlaws Part 25

ROBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER

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In summer, when the leaves spring, The blossoms on every bough, So merry doth the birdes sing In woodes merry now.

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Hearken, good yeomen, Comely, courteous, and good; One of the best that ever bare bow, His name was Robin Hood.

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Robin Hood was the yeoman's name, That was both courteous and free; For the love of Our Lady All women wors.h.i.+pped he.

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But as the good yeoman stood on a day, Among his merry meyne, He was ware of a proud potter Came driving over the lee.

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'Yonder cometh a proud potter,' said Robin, 'That long hath haunted this way; He was never so courteous a man One penny of pavage to pay.'

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'I met him but at Wentbridge,' said Little John, 'And therefore evil mote he thee!

Such three strokes he me gave, That by my sides cleft they.

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'I lay forty s.h.i.+llings,' said Little John, 'To pay it this same day, There is not a man among us all A wed shall make him lay.'

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'Here is forty s.h.i.+llings,' said Robin, 'More, and thou dare say, That I shall make that proud potter, A wed to me shall he lay.'

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There this money they laid, They toke it a yeoman to keep.

Robin before the potter he breyde And bade him stand still.

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Hands upon his horse he laid, And bade the potter stand full still; The potter shortly to him said, 'Fellow, what is thy will?'

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'All this three year and more, potter,' he said, 'Thou hast haunted this way, Yet were thou never so courteous a man One penny of pavage to pay.'

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'What is thy name,' said the potter, ''Fore pavage thou ask of me?'

'Robin Hood is my name, A wed shall thou leave me.'

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'Wed will I none leave,' said the potter, 'Nor pavage will I none pay; Away thy hand fro my horse!

I will thee tene else, by my fay.'

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The potter to his cart he went, He was not to seek; A good two-hand staff he hent, Before Robin he leaped.

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Robin out with a sword bent, A buckler in his hand; The potter to Robin he went And said, 'Fellow, let my horse go.'

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Together then went these two yeomen, It was a good sight to see; Thereof low Robin his men, There they stood under a tree.

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Little John to his fellows said, 'Yon potter will stiffly stand': The potter, with an ackward stroke, Smote the buckler out of his hand.

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And ere Robin might get it again His buckler at his feet, The potter in the neck him took, To the ground soon he yede.

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That saw Robin his men As they stood under a bough; 'Let us help our master,' said Little John, 'Yonder potter else will him slo.'

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These yeomen went with a breyde, To their master they came.

Little John to his master said 'Who hath the wager won?'

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'Shall I have your forty s.h.i.+llings,' said Little John, 'Or ye, master, shall have mine?'

'If they were a hundred,' said Robin, 'I' faith, they been all thine.'

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'It is full little courtesy,' said the potter, 'As I have heard wise men say, If a poor yeoman come driving on the way To let him of his journey.'

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'By my troth, thou says sooth,' said Robin, 'Thou says good yeomanry; And thou drive forth every day, Thou shalt never be let for me.

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'I will pray thee, good potter, A fellows.h.i.+p will thou have?

Give me thy clothing, and thou shalt have mine; I will go to Nottingham.'

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'I grant thereto,' said the potter; 'Thou shalt find me a fellow good; But thou can sell my pottes well, Come again as thou yode.'

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'Nay, by my troth,' said Robin, 'And then I beshrew my head, If I bring any pottes again, And any wife will them chepe.'

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Then spake Little John, And all his fellows hend; 'Master, be well ware of the sheriff of Nottingham, For he is little our friend.'

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'Heyt war howt,' said Robin; 'Fellows, let me alone; Through the help of Our Lady, To Nottingham will I gone.'

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Robin went to Nottingham, These pottes for to sell; The potter abode with Robin's men, There he fared not ill.

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Though Robin drove on his way, So merry over the land: Here is more, and after is to say The best is behind.

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