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ADAM BELL, |
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XCIV
Thus be these good yeman gon to the wode
As lyghtly as lefe on lynde; They laughe and be mery in theyr mode,
Theyr enemyes were f'arre behynd. xcv When they came to Inglyswode,
Under theyr try sty tre, There they found bovves full good,
And arrowes great plentye. xcvi ' So God me help,' sayd Adam Bell,
And Clym of the Clough so fre, ' I would we were in mery Carleile,
Before that fayre meynye.' xcvn They set them downe, and made good chere,
And eate and dranke full well.— A second Fyt of the wightye yeomen :
Another I wyll you tell.
Fytte the Third. XCVIII
As they sat in Inglyswode,
Under theyr trysty tre, They thought they herd a woman wepe,
But her they mought not se. xcix Sore syghed there fayre Alyce, and sayd,
' That ever I sawe thys day ! For nowe is my dere husband slayne:
Alas ! and wel-a-waye !
lynde] linden. meynye] company. trysty tre] trysting tree. 434 |
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