Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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The spercles brent and fell hym on,
Good Wyllyam of Cloudesle ! But than wax he a wofull man,                            ias
And sayde, " thys is a cowardes death to me.
" Leuer I had," sayde Wyllyam,
" With my sworde in the route to renne,
Then here among myne ennemyes wode, Thus cruelly to bren."                                         no
He toke hys sweard and hys buckler,
And among them all he ran; Where the people were most in prece,
He smot downe many a man.
There myght no man stand hys stroke,             
So fersly on them he ran; Then they threw wyndowes and dores on him,
And so toke that good yeman.
There they hym bounde both hande and fote, And in depe dongeon hym cast;                      is)
" Now, Cloudesle," sayd the hye justice, " Thou shalt be hanged in hast."
" One vow shal I make," sayd the sherife, " A payre of newe galowes shall I for the make,
And the gates of Caerlel shal be shutte, ws There shall no man come in therat.