Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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'.' Yelde the, Cloudesle," sayd the justise,
" And thy bowe and thy arrowes the fro :" no
" Gods curse on hys hart," sayde fair Alice, " That my husband councelleth so."
" Set fyre on the house," saide the sherife,
" Syth it wyll no better be, And brenne we therin William," he saide, ns
" Hys wyfe and chyidren thre."
They fyred the house in many a place,
The fyre flew up on hye ; " Alas !" then cryed fayr Alice,
" I se we here shall dy."                                   120
William openyd hys backe wyndow, That was in hys chambre on hye, • And wyth shetes let hys wyfe downe, And hys chyidren thre.
" Have here my treasure," sayde William, im " My wyfe and my chyidren thre,
For Christes love do them no harme, But wreke you all on me."
Wyllyam shot so wonderous well,
Tyll hys arrowes were all ygo,                      130
And the fyre so fast upon hym fell,
That hys bowstryng brent in two. 122, was on.                          130, gon.