"Now ye be com hom to Notynggam, Ye schall haffe god ynowe;" Now speke we of Roben Hode, And of the pottyr onder the grene bowhe.[L310] 310 "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, 315 And y had ther be."[L316] "Thow schalt hafe ten ponde," seyde Roben, "Of money feyr and fre; And yever whan thou comest to grene wod, Wellcom, potter to me." 320 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! MS. 135, say. 146, Gereamarsey, sir, seyde sche s'than. 148, the. 151, he. MS. 161, loseth. 164, to to. 164. This ceremony [of washing,] which, in former times, was constantly practised as well before as after meat, seems to have fallen into disuse on the introduction of forks, about the year 1620; as before that period our ancestors supplied the place of this necessary utensil with their fingers.--RITSON. 169, 170, transposed in MS. MS. 179, pottys the. 180, bolt yt. 191, senyst. MS. 214, goe. 218, Robyng gaffe me. 232, mey they. MS. 250, goy. 251, se. 254, he. 255, her. 259. For. MS. 265, I leyty. 273, He had west. 283, y. 287. The MS. repeats this line after the following: Het ambellet be mey sey. MS. 310, bowhes. 316, be ther. ROBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER. Ritson's _Robin Hood_, ii. 27. Printed from an old black-letter copy in the collection of Anthony à Wood. The story is the same as in the second part of _Robin Hood and the Potter_. 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 chancèd so, 5 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; 10 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 15 I am going, my flesh to sell." "What's [the] price of thy flesh?" said jolly Robin,[L17] "Come, tell it soon unto me; And the price of thy mare, be she never so dear, For a butcher fain would I be." 20