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A Gest of Robyn Hode (1400)

  • June 23, 2025
  • June 23, 2025
  • 1 min read
  • Robin Hood

“As he went, by a bridge was a wrastling,

And there taryed was he,

And there was all the best yemen

Of all the West Countrey.

 

A full fayre game was set up ;

A white bull, up ypyght ;

A great courser with sadle and brydle

With gold burnished full bryght.

A payre of gloves, a red gold ringe,

A pipe of wine, good faye.

What man bereth him best, ywis,

The prize shall bear away.”

Modernised translation (Verse Translation by Robert Landis Frank):

But as he came to a bridge,

He stopped awhile to watch.

The best yeomen of the west were there

Having a wrestling match.
A full fair game it was.

A white bull was put up,

A great horse with saddle and bridle

And a bright gold stirrup.
A pair of gloves, a red gold ring,

A jug of wine — the play:

The man that beareth himself the best

Shall bear the prize away.
There was a yeoman in that place

And the worthiest one was he.

But because he was a stranger there,

Slain he soon would be.

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