Robin Hood And The Potter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBD EFCF GHFI FIHJ IFI IKLF IFM IFH FNFO FOF FFI H G HFP FBFF FFF IQIF FFBF IFBF IDI FRFI I I HJF IHF HLI HFO IFI IFR FII ROIO FFFF F RFIF IHI FHHH I OB LHL FLHL III I O I HI RFQF R L FHBH IFFI HRIQ FIFI FFBF HRF LHS FFFB F H FBFF IROH RIRIF DFD L R LF HFF L FF F FH| Fitt I | A |
| In schomer when the leves spryng | B |
| The bloschoms on every bowe | C |
| So merey doyt the berdys syng | B |
| Yn wodys merey now | D |
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| Herkens god yemen | E |
| Comley corteys and god | F |
| On of the best that yever bare bowe | C |
| Hes name was Roben Hode | F |
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| Roben Hood was the yemans name | G |
| That was boyt corteys and fre | H |
| For the loffe of owre ladey | F |
| All wemen werschepyd he | I |
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| Bot as the god yeman stod on a day | F |
| Among hes mery maney | I |
| He was ware of a prowd potter | H |
| Cam dryfyng owyr the leye | J |
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| 'Yonder comet a prod potter ' seyde Roben | I |
| 'That long hayt hantyd this wey | F |
| He was never so corteys a man | I |
| On peney of pawage to pay ' | - |
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| 'Y met hem bot at Wentbreg ' seyde Lytyll John | I |
| 'And therefore yeffell mot he the | K |
| Seche thre strokes he me gafe | L |
| Yet by my seydys cleffe they | F |
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| Y ley forty shillings ' seyde Lytyll John | I |
| 'To pay het thes same day | F |
| Ther ys nat a man among hus all | M |
| A wed schall make hem leye ' | - |
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| 'Here ys forty shillings ' seyde Roben | I |
| 'More and thow dar say | F |
| That Y schall make that prowde potter | H |
| A wed to me schall he ley ' | - |
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| There thes money they leyde | F |
| They toke het a yeman to kepe | N |
| Roben beffore the potter he breyde | F |
| And bad hem stond stell | O |
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| Handys apon hes hors he leyde | F |
| And bad the potter stonde foll stell | O |
| The potter schorteley to hem seyde | F |
| 'Felow what ys they well ' | - |
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| 'All thes thre yer and more potter ' he seyde | F |
| 'Thow hast hantyd thes wey | F |
| Yet were tow never so cortys a man | I |
| On peney of pavage to pay ' | - |
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| 'What ys they name ' seyde the potter | H |
| 'For pavage thow aske of me ' | - |
| 'Roben Hod ys mey name | G |
| A wed schall thow leffe me ' | - |
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| 'Wed well y non leffe ' seyde the potter | H |
| 'Nor pavag well Y non pay | F |
| Awey they honde fro mey hors | P |
| Y well the tene eyls be mey fay ' | - |
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| The potter to hes cart he went | F |
| He was not to seke | B |
| A god to hande staffe therowt he hent | F |
| Beffore Roben he leppyd | F |
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| Roben howt with a swerd bent | F |
| A bokeler en hes honde | F |
| The potter to Roben he went | F |
| And seyde 'Felow let mey hors go ' | - |
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| Togeder then went thes to yemen | I |
| Het was a god seyt to se | Q |
| Thereof low Robyn hes men | I |
| There they stod onder a tre | F |
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| Leytell John to hes felow he seyde | F |
| 'Yend potter well steffeley stonde' | F |
| The potter with an acward stroke | B |
| Smot the bokeler owt of hes honde | F |
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| And ar Roben meyt get het agen | I |
| Hes bokeler at hes fette | F |
| The potter yn the neke hem toke | B |
| To the gronde sone he yede | F |
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| That saw Roben hes men | I |
| As they stod onder a bow | D |
| 'Let us helpe owre master ' seyde Lytell John | I |
| 'Yonder potter ' seyde he 'els well hem slo ' | - |
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| Thes wight yemen with a breyde | F |
| To thes master they cam | R |
| Leytell John to hes master seyde | F |
| 'Ho haet the wager won | I |
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| 'Schall Y haffe yowre forty shillings ' seyde Lytl John | I |
| 'Or ye master schall haffe myne ' | - |
| 'Yeff they were a hundred ' seyde Roben | I |
| 'Y feythe they ben all theyne ' | - |
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| 'Het ys fol leytell cortesey ' seyde the potter | H |
| 'As I hafe harde weyse men sye | J |
| Yeffe a pore yeman com drywyng over the way | F |
| To let hem of hes gorney ' | - |
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| 'Be mey trowet thow seys soyt ' seyde Roben | I |
| 'Thow seys god yemenrey | H |
| And thow dreyffe forthe yevery day | F |
| Thow schalt never be let for me ' | - |
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| 'Y well prey the god potter | H |
| A felischepe well thow haffe | L |
| Geffe me they clothyng and thow schalt hafe myne | I |
| Y well go to Notynggam ' | - |
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| 'Y grant thereto ' seyde the potter | H |
| 'Thow schalt feynde me a felow gode | F |
| Bot thow can sell mey pottys well | O |
| Com ayen as thow yede ' | - |
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| 'Nay be mey trowt ' seyde Roben | I |
| 'And then Y bescro mey hede | F |
| Yeffe Y bryng eney pottys ayen | I |
| And eney weyffe well hem chepe ' | - |
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| Than spake Leytell John | I |
| And all hes felowhes heynd | F |
| 'Master be well ware of the screffe of Notynggam | R |
| For he ys leytell howr frende ' | - |
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| 'Thorow the helpe of Howr Ladey | F |
| Felowhes let me alone | I |
| Heyt war howte ' seyde Roben | I |
| 'To Notynggam well Y gon ' | - |
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| Robyn went to Notynggam | R |
| Thes pottys for to sell | O |
| The potter abode with Robens men | I |
| There he fered not eylle | O |
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| Tho Roben droffe on hes wey | F |
| So merey ower the londe | F |
| Her es more and affter ys to saye | F |
| The best ys beheynde | F |
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| Fitt | F |
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| When Roben cam to Notynggam | R |
| The soyt yef Y scholde saye | F |
| He set op hes hors anon | I |
| And gaffe hem hotys and haye | F |
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| Yn the medys of the towne | I |
| There he schowed hes ware | H |
| 'Pottys pottys ' he gan crey foll sone | I |
| 'Haffe hansell for the mare ' | - |
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| Foll effen agenest the screffeys gate | F |
| Schowed he hes chaffare | H |
| Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow | H |
| And chepyd fast of hes ware | H |
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| Yet 'Pottys gret chepe ' creyed Robyn | I |
| 'Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde ' | - |
| And all that say hem sell | O |
| Seyde he had be no potter long | B |
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| The pottys that were worthe pens feyffe | L |
| He solde tham for pens thre | H |
| Preveley seyde man and weyffe | L |
| 'Ywnder potter schall never the ' | - |
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| Thos Roben solde foll fast | F |
| Tell he had pottys bot feyffe | L |
| Op he hem toke of hes car | H |
| And sende hem to the screffeys weyfe | L |
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| Thereof sche was foll fayne | I |
| 'Gereamarsey ' seyde sche 'sir than | I |
| When ye com to thes contr ayen | I |
| Y schall bey of the pottys so mo Y the ' | - |
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| 'Ye schall haffe of the best ' seyde Roben | I |
| And sware be the Treneyt ' | - |
| Foll corteysley sche gan hem call | O |
| 'Com deyne with the screfe and me ' | - |
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| 'God amarsey ' seyde Roben | I |
| 'Yowre bedyng schall be doyn ' | - |
| A mayden yn the pottys gan bere | H |
| Roben and the screffe weyffe folowed anon | I |
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| Whan Roben yn to the hall cam | R |
| The screffe sone he met | F |
| The potter cowed of corteysey | Q |
| And sone the screffe he gret | F |
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| 'Lo ser what thes potter hayt geffe yow and me | R |
| Feyffe pottys smalle and grete ' | - |
| 'He ys foll wellcom ' seyd the screffe | L |
| 'Let os was and to mete ' | - |
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| As they sat at her methe | F |
| With a nobell chere | H |
| To of the screffes men gan speke | B |
| Of a gret wager | H |
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| Of a schotyng was god and feyne | I |
| Was made the tother daye | F |
| Of forty shillings the soyt to saye | F |
| Who scholde thes wager gayne | I |
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| Styll than sat thes prowde potter | H |
| Thos than thowt he | R |
| As Y am a trow Cerstyn man | I |
| Thes schotyng well Y se | Q |
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| Whan they had fared of the best | F |
| With bred and ale and weyne | I |
| To the bottys the made them prest | F |
| With bowes and boltys foll feyne | I |
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| The screffes men schot foll fast | F |
| As archares that weren prowe | F |
| There cam non ner ney the marke | B |
| Bey halffe a god archares bowe | F |
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| Stell then stod the prowde potter | H |
| Thos than seyde he | R |
| 'And Y had a bow be the Rode | F |
| On schot scholde yow se ' | - |
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| 'Thow schall haffe a bow ' seyde the screffe | L |
| 'The best that thow well cheys of thre | H |
| Thou semyst a stalward and a stronge | S |
| Asay schall thow be ' | - |
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| The screffe commandyd a yeman that stod hem bey | F |
| After bowhes to weynde | F |
| The best bow that the yeman browthe | F |
| Roben set on a stryng | B |
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| 'Now schall Y wet and thow be god | F |
| And polle het op to they nere ' | - |
| 'So god me helpe ' seyde the prowde potter | H |
| 'Thys ys bot ryght weke gere ' | - |
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| To a quequer Roben went | F |
| A god bolt owthe he toke | B |
| So ney on to the marke he went | F |
| He fayled not a fothe | F |
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| All they schot a bowthe agen | I |
| The screffes men and he | R |
| Off the marke he welde not fayle | O |
| He cleffed the preke on thre | H |
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| The screffes men thowt gret schame | R |
| The potter the mastry wan | I |
| The screffe lowe and made god game | R |
| And seyde 'Potter thow art a man | I |
| Thow art worthey to bere a bowe | F |
| Yn what plas that thow goe ' | - |
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| 'Yn mey cart Y haffe a bow | D |
| For soyt ' he seyde 'and that a godde | F |
| Yn mey cart ys the bow | D |
| That gaffe me Robyn Hode ' | - |
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| 'Knowest thow Robyn Hode ' seyde the screffe | L |
| 'Potter Y prey the tell thow me ' | - |
| 'A hundred torne Y haffe schot with hem | R |
| Under hes tortyll tre ' | - |
| 'Y had lever nar a hundred ponde ' seyde the screffe | L |
| And sware be the Trinity | F |
| 'That the fals outelawe stod be me ' | - |
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| 'And ye well do afftyr mey red ' seyde the potter | H |
| 'And boldeley go with me | F |
| And to morow or we het bred | F |
| Roben Hode well we se ' | - |
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| 'Y well queyt the ' kod the screffe | L |
| 'And swere be God of meythe ' | - |
| Schetyng thay left and hom they went | F |
| Her soper was reddy deythe | F |
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| Fitt | F |
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| Upon the morrow when het was day | F |
| He boskyd hem forthe to r | H |
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