Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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Syxe score paces they were out met, And thether Cloudesle went.
There he drew out a fayr brode arrowe, Hys bowe was great and longe,
He set that arrowe in his bowe, That was both styffe and stronge.
He prayed the people that was there, That they would styll stande,
" For he that shooteth for such a wager, Behoveth a stedfast hand."
Muche people prayed for Cloudesle, That hys lyfe saved myght be,
And whan he made hym redy to shote, There was many a weping eye.
Thus Cloudesle clefte the apple in two, That many a man myght se;
" Over gods forbode," sayde the kynge, " That thou shote at me !
"I geve the xviii. pence a day, And my bowe shalt thou beare,
And over all the north countre, I make the chyfe rydere."
217-258. For remarks upon this passage in the see the preface to the ballad. 258. His son he did not nee. Pekct.