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CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC.
' Had we the keys,' said Clym of the Clough,
' Ryght wel then shoulde we spede, Then might we come out wel ynough When we se tyme and nede.'
They called the porter to counsell,
And wrang his necke in two, And caste hym in a depe dungeon,
And toke hys keys hym fro.
' Now am I porter,' sayd Adam Bell,
' Se, brother, the keys are here !
The worst porter to merry Carleile
That ye had thys hundred yere.
' And now wyll we our bowes bend,
Into the towne wyll we go,
For to delyver our dere brother,
That lyeth in care and wo.'
Then they bent theyr good yew bowes, And loked theyr stringes were round,
The market-place of mery Carleile They beset in that stound.
And, as they loked them besyde, A paire of new galowes they see,
And the Justice with a quest of swerers. That judged Cloudesley hanged to be.
round] i. e. not frayed. stound] time. swerers] swearers, jurymen.