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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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The sparkles brent and fell upon
Good Wyllyam of Cloudesley: Than was he a wofull man, and sayde.
' Thys is a cowardes death to me.
xxxv ' Leever had I,' sayde Wyllyam,
' With my sworde in the route to renne. Then here among myne enemyes wode
Thus cruelly to bren.'
He toke hys sword 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 abyde hys stroakes,
So fersly on them he ran : Then they threw windowes and dores on him
And so toke that good yeman.
There they hym bounde both hand and fote, And in a deepe dungeon him cast:
'Now Cloudesley,' sayd the Justice, ' Thou shalt be hanged in hast.'
' A payre of new gallowes,' sayd the Sherife,
Now shal I for thee make ;' And the gates of Carleile shal be shutte :
No man shal come in tlierat.
wode] wild, savage.         prece] press, crowd.
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