Robin Hood and þe Potter

When finished this will be an Anglish translation of Robin Hood and the Potter, a tale from the Middle Ages. I've taken liberties to make it more comprehensible and to keep some of the lines rhyming.

Beware: This article uses spellings which have had foreign influence reverted. See the article on Anglish Spelling for more details.

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In summer, when þe leaves spring, Þe blossoms on every , So merry do þe birds sing In woods merry

Harken, good yeomen, Comely, kind, and good, One of þe best þat ever bore a bow His name was Robin Hood.

Robin Hood was þe yeoman's name, Þat was boþ kind and free; For þe love of ure lady, All women he.

But as þe good yeoman stood one day, Among his merry men free, He was aware of a prude potter, Who came driving over þe lea.

"Yonder comes a prude potter," said Robin, "Who long has fared by ure feelds; He was never so kind a man One penny for toll to yeeld."

"I met him at Wentbridge," said Littel John, "May evil have wiþ him its way! Þree strokes he me gave, Still to my sides þey.

I stake forty shillings," said Littel John, "I will give it in whole, To any man among us all Who can make him yeeld þe toll."

"Here is forty shillings," said Robin, "And more if yew dare say, I shall work þat prude potter, A toll to me shall he lay."