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William openyd a backe wyndow,

That was in hys chamber hie,
And wyth fhetes let downe his wyfe,

And eke hys chyldren thre.


Have here my treasure, fayde William,

My wyfe and my chyldren thre: For Christès love do them no harme,

But wreke you all on me.

Wyllyam Thot so wonderous well,

Tyll hys arrowes were all agoe, And the fyre so fast upon hym fell,

That hys bowftryng brent in two.


The sparkles brent and fell upon

Good Wyllyam of Cloudeslè:
Than was he a wofull man, and fayde,

Thys is a cowardes death to me.


Lever had I, fayde Wyllyam,


sworde in the route to renne, Then here among myne enemyes wode

Thus cruelly to bren.


He toke hys sweard and hys buckler,

them all he ran,
Where the people were most in prece,

He smot downe many a man.


There myght no man abyde hys stroke, 145

So ferfly on them he ran :
Then they threw wyndowes, and dores on him,

And so toke that good yemàn.


There they hym bounde both hand and fote,

And in depe dongeon cast :
Now Cloudesie, fayd the hye justice,

Thou shalt be hanged in hast.

A payre of new gallowes, fayd the sherife,

Now shal I for the make, And the

gates of Carleil fhal be shutte: No man fhal come in therat.


Then shall not helpe Clym of the Cloughe,

Nor yet Mal Adam Bell,
Though they came with a thousand mo,

Nor all the devels in hell,


Early in the mornynge the justice uprose,

To the gates fast gan he gon,
And commaundeth to be fut full close

Lightilè everychone.


Then went he to the markett place,

As fast as he coulde hye ; A payre


new gallous there he set up Besyde the pyllorye.

A lytle

A lytle boy amonge them asked,

" What meaneth that gallow-tre ?" They fayde to hange a good yeaman,

Called Wyllyam of Cloudeslè.


That lytle boye was the towne fwyne-heard,

And kept fayre Alyces swyne ;
Oft he had seene Cloudesle in the wodde,

And geuend hym there to dyne.


He went out att á crevis in the wall,

And lightly to the woode dyd gone,
There met he with these wightye yemen

Shortly and anone.


Alas! then fayde that lytle boye,

Ye tary here all to longe;
Cloudesle is taken, and dampned to death,

All readye for to honge.


Alas ! then sayd good Adam Bell,

That ever we see thys daye !
He had better with us have taryed,

So ofte as we dyd hym praye.

He myght have dwellyd in grene foreste,

Under the thadowes grene,



Ver. 179. yonge men. P. C. Ver. 190. shadowes iheene. P.C.

And have kepte both hym and us in reste,

Out of trouble and teene.

Adam bent a ryght good bow,

A great hart fone had he flayne:
Take that, chylde, he fayde, to thy dynner,

And bryng me myne arrowe agayne.


Now go we hence, fayed these wightye yeomen,

Tary we no lenger here ;
We shall hym borowe by God his

Though we bye it full dere.


To Caerleil-wente these good yemen,

In a mery mornyng of maye.
Here is a fit † of Cloudellye,

And another is for to faye.



N D when they came to mery Carleil,

All in the mornyng tyde,
They founde the gates shut them unty il

About on every fyde.


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Ver. 197. wight yong men. P.C.

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Alas! than fayd good Adam Bell,

That ever we were made men !
These gates be shut so wonderous wel,

may not come here in.


Then bespake 'him' Clym of the Clough,

Wyth a wyle we wyl us in bryng,
Let us saye we be messengers,

Streyght come nowe from our king.

Adam said, I have a letter written,

Now let us wysely werke,
We wyl saye we have the kynges seales ;

I holde the porter no clerke,



Then Adam Bell bete on the gate

With strokes great and strong:
The porter herde suche noyse therat,

And to the gate he throng.


Who is there nowe, fayde the porter,

That maketh all thys dinne?
We be tow messengers, fayde Clim of the Clough,

Be come ryght from our kyng.

We have a letter, fayde Adam Bel,

To the justice we must it bryng;
Let us in our message to do,

That we were agayne to the kyng.


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