ngham,
The sooth if I should say,
He set up his horse anon,
And gave him oats and hay.

32.
In the midst of the town,
There he showed his ware;
'Pottes, pottes,' he gan cry full soon,
'Have hansel for the mare!'

33.
Full often against the sheriff's gate
Showed he his chaffare;
Wives and widows about him drew
And cheped fast of his ware.

34.
Yet, 'Pottes, great chepe!' cried Robin,
'I love evil thus to stand.'
And all that saw him sell
Said he had be no potter long.

35.
The pottes that were worth pence five,
He sold them for pence three;
Privily said man and wife,
'Yonder potter shall never thee.'

36.
Thus Robin sold full fast,
Till he had pottes but five;
Up he them took off his car
And sent them to the sheriff's wife.

37.
Thereof she was full fain;
'Gramercy, sir,' then said she;
'When ye come to this country again
I shall buy of thy pottes, so mote I thee.'

38.
'Ye shall have of the best,' said Robin,
And sware by the Trinity;
Full courteously she gan him call,
'Come dine with the sheriff and me.'

39.
'God amercy,' said Robin,
'Your bidding shall be done.'
A maiden in the pottes gan bear,
Robin and the sheriff wife followed anon.

40.
When Robin into the hall came,
The sheriff soon he met;
The potter could of courtesy,
And soon the sheriff he gret.

41.
'Lo, sir, what this potter hath give you and me;
Five pottes small and great!'
'He is full welcome,' said the sheriff,
'Let us wash, and go to meat.'

42.
As they sat at their meat,
With a noble cheer,
Two of the sheriff's men gan speak
Of a great wager;

43.
Of a shooting was good and fine,
Was made the other day,
Of forty shillings, the sooth to say,
Who should this wager win.

44.
Still then sat this proud potter,
Thus then thought he;
'As I am a true Christian man,
This shooting will I see.'

45.
When they had fared of the best,
With bread, and ale, and wine,
To the butts they made them prest,
With bows and bolts full fine.

46.
The sheriff's men shot full fast,
As archers that were good;
There came none near nigh the mark
By half a good archer's bow.

47.
Still then stood the proud potter,
Thus then said he;
'And I had a bow, by the rood,
One shot should ye see.'