Classic Poem

As I walked by a forest side,
I met with a foster; he bad me abide.

At a place where he me set,
He bad me, what time an hart I met,
That I shuld let slip and say " Go bet!"
With " Hay! go bet! Hay! go bet! Hay! go bet! How!"
We shall have game and sport ynow.

I had not stond there but a while,
Ye, not the montenance of a mile,
But a gret hart came renning, without any gile.
With " There he goth! There he goth! There he goth! How!"
We shall have game and sport ynow.

I had no sooner my houndes let go,
But the hart was overthrow.
Then every man began to blow,
With " Trororo! Trororo! Trororo! Trow!"
We shall have game and sport ynow.