To the bottys they made them prest,

With bowes and boltys full feyne.
The screffes men schot foll fast,

As archares that weren godde;
Ther cam non ner ney the marke

Bey halfe a god archares bowe.
Stell then stod the prowde potter,

Thos than seyde he;
"And y had a bow, be the rode,

On schot scholde yow se."
"Thow schall haffe a bow," seyde the screffe,

"The best that thow well cheys of thre;
Thou semyst a stalward and a stronge,

Asay schall thow be."
The screffe commandyd 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 potter,

"Thys ys bot rygzt weke ger."
To a quequer Roben went,

A god bolt owthe he toke;
So ney on to the marke he went,

He fayled not a fothe.
All they schot abowthe agen,

The screffes men and he;
Off the marke he welde not fayle,

He cleffed the preke on thre.
The screffes men thowt gret schame,

The potter the mastry wan;
The screffe lowe and made god game,

And seyde, "Potter, thow art a man;
Thow art worthey to ber a bowe,

Yn what plas that thow gang."
"Yn mey cart y haffe a bowe,

Forsoyt," he seyde, "and that a godde;
Yn mey cart ys the bow

That I had of Robyn Hode."
"Knowest thow Robyn Hode?" seyde the screffe,

"Potter, y prey the tell thou me;"
"A hundred torne y haffe schot with hem,

Under hes tortyll tree."
"Y had lever nar a hundred ponde," seyde the screffe,

And swar be the trenite,
["Y had lever nar a hundred ponde," he seyde,]

"That the fals owtelawe stod be me.
"And ye well do afftyr mey red," seyde the potter,

"And boldeley go with me,
And to morow, or we het bred,

Roben Hode wel we se."
"Y well queyt the," kod the screffe,

And swer be god of meythe;
Schetyng thay left, and hom they went,

Her scoper was redey deythe.
Upon the morow, when het was day,

He boskyd hem forthe to reyde;
The potter hes carte forthe gan ray,

And wolde not [be] leffe beheynde.
He toke leffe of the screffys wyffe,

And thankyd her of all thyng:
"Dam, for mey loffe, and ye well thys wer,

Y geffe yow her a golde ryng."
"Gramarsey," seyde the weyffe,

"Sir, god eylde het the;"
The screffes hart was never so leythe,

The feyr forest to se.
And when he cam ynto the foreyst,

Yonder the leffes grene,
Berdys ther sange on bowhes prest,

Het was gret joy to sene.
"Her het ys mercy to be," seyde Roben,

"For a man that had hawt to spende;
Be mey horne we schall awet

Yeff Roben Hode be ner hande."
Roben set hes horne to hes mowthe,

And blow a blast that was full god,
That herde hes men that ther stode,

Fer downe yn the wodde;
"I her mey master," seyde Leytell John;

They ran as thay wer wode.
Whan thay to thar master cam,

Leytell John wold not spar;
"Master, how haffe yow far yn Notynggam?

How haffe yow solde yowr war?"
"Ye, be mey trowthe, Leytyll John,

Loke thow take no car;
Y haffe browt the screffe of Notynggam,

For all howr chaffar."
"He ys foll wellcom," seyde Lytyll John,

"Thes tydyng ys foll godde;"
The screffe had lever nar a hundred ponde

[He had never sene Roben Hode.]
"Had I west that beforen,

At Notynggam when we wer,
Thow scholde not com yn feyr forest

Of all thes thowsande eyr."
"That wot y well," seyde Roben,

"Y thanke god that ye be her;
Therfor schall ye leffe yowr horse with hos,

And all your hother ger."
"That fend I godys forbode," kod the screffe,

"So to lese mey godde;"
"Hether ye cam on horse foll hey,

And hom schall ye go on fote;
And gret well they weyffe at home,

The woman ys foll godde.
"Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey,

Het hambellet as the weynde;
Ner for the loffe of yowr weyffe,

Off mor sorow scholde yow seyng."
Thes parted Robyn Hode and the screffe,

To Notynggam he toke the waye;
Hes weyffe feyr welcomed hem hom,

And to hem gan sche saye:
"Seyr, how haffe yow fared yn grene foreyst?

Haffe ye browt Roben hom?"
"Dam, the deyell spede him, bothe bodey and bon,

Y haffe hade a foll grete skorne.
"Of all the god that y haffe lade to grene wod,

He hayt take het fro me,
All bot this feyr palffrey,

That he hayt sende to the."
With that sche toke op a lowde lawhyng,

And swhar be hem that deyed on tre,
"Now haffe yow payed for all the pottys

That Roben gaffe to me.
"Now ye be corn hom to Notynggam,

Ye schall haffe god ynowe;"
Now speke we of Roben Hode,

And of the pottyr onder the grene bowhe.
"Potter, what was they pottys worthe

To Notynggam that y ledde with me?"
"They wer worth two nobellys," seyd he,

"So mot y treyffe or the;
So cowde y had for tham,

And y had ther be."
"Thow schalt hafe ten ponde," seyde Roben,

"Of money feyr and fre;
And yever whan thou comest to grene wod,

Wellcom, potter to me."
Thes partyd Robyn, the screffe, and the potter,

Ondernethe the grene-wod tre;
God haffe mersey on Robyn Hodys solle,

And saffe all god yemanrey!
Ballad: Robin Hood And The Butcher

Come, all you brave gallants, and listen awhile,
WITH HEY DOWN, DOWN, AN A DOWN,

That are in the bowers within;
For of Robin Hood, that archer good,

A song I intend for to sing.
Upon a time it chanced so,

Bold Robin in forrest did 'spy
A jolly butcher, with a bonny fine mare,

With his flesh to the market did hye.
"Good morrow, good fellow," said jolly Robin,

"What food hast [thou]? tell unto me;
Thy trade to me tell, and where thou dost dwell,

For I like well thy company."
The butcher he answer'd jolly Robin,

"No matter where I dwell;
For a butcher I am, and to Nottingham

I am going, my flesh to sell."
"What's [the] price of thy flesh?" said jolly Robin,

"Come, tell it soon unto me;
And the price of thy mare, be she never so dear,

For a butcher fain would I be."
"The price of my flesh," the butcher repli'd,

"I soon will tell unto thee;
With my bonny mare, and they are not too dear,

Four mark thou must give unto me."
"Four mark I will give thee," saith jolly Robin,

"Four mark it shall be thy fee;
The mony come count, and let me mount,

For a butcher I fain would be."
Now Robin he is to Nottingham gone,

His butchers trade to begin;
With good intent to the sheriff he went,

And there he took up his inn.
When other butchers did open their meat,

Bold Robin he then begun;
But how for to sell he knew not well,

For a butcher he was but young.
When other butchers no meat could sell,

Robin got both gold and fee;
For he sold more meat for one peny

Then others could do for three.
But when he sold his meat so fast,

No butcher by him could thrive;
For he sold more meat for one peny

Than others could do for five.
Which made the butchers of Nottingham

To study as they did stand,
Saying, "Surely he 'is' some prodigal,

That hath sold his fathers land."
The butchers stepped to jolly Robin,

Acquainted with him for to be;
"Come, brother," one said, "we be all of one trade,

Come, will you go dine with me?"
"Accurst of his heart," said jolly Robin,

• butcher [´butʃə] n.屠夫，刽子手 (初中英语单词)
• intent [in´tent] a.专心致志的 n.意图 (初中英语单词)
• sheriff [´ʃerif] n.郡长；行政长官 (初中英语单词)
• archer [´ɑ:tʃə] n.射手，弓箭手 (高中英语单词)
• morrow [´mɔrəu] n.翌日 (英语四级单词)
• nottingham [´nɔtiŋəm] n.诺丁汉 (英语四级单词)