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Mery it was in the grene forest

Amonge the levès grene,

Wheras men hunt east and west

Wyth bowes and arrowes kene;

To raise the dere out of theyr denne;5

Suche fightes hath ofte bene sene;

As by thre yemen of the north countrèy,

By them it is I meane.

The one of them hight Adam Bel,

The other Clym of the Clough,68510 The thyrd was William of Cloudesly, An archer good ynough.

They were outlawed for venyson,

These yemen everych-one;

They swore them brethren upon a day,15

To Englyshe wood for to gone.

Now lith686 and lysten, gentylmen, That of myrthes loveth to here: Two of them were single men, The third had a wedded fere.68720

Wyllyam was the wedded man,

Muche more then was hys care:

He sayde to hys brethren upon a day,

To Carleile he would fare;688

For to speke with fayre Alyce his wife,25

And with hys chyldren thre.

By my trouth, sayde Adam Bel,

Not by the counsell of me:

For if ye go to Carlile, brother,

And from thys wylde wode wende,68930 If that the justice may you take, Your lyfe were at an ende.

If that I come not to-morowe, brother,

By pryme690 to you agayne, Truste you then that I am 'taken,'69135 Or else that I am slayne.

He toke hys leave of hys brethren two,

And to Carlile he is gon:

There he knocked at his owne windòwe

Shortlye and anone.40

Wher be you, fayre Alyce, he sayd,

My wife and chyldren three?

Lyghtly let in thyne owne husbànde,

Wyllyam of Cloudeslee.

Alas! then sayde fayre Alyce,45

And syghed wonderous sore,

Thys place hath ben besette for you

Thys halfe a yere and more.

Now am I here, sayde Cloudeslee,

I would that in I were.50

Now fetche us meate and drynke ynoughe,

And let us make good chere.

She fetched hym meate and drynke plentye,

Lyke a true wedded wyfe;

And pleased hym with that she had,55

Whome she loved as her lyfe.

There lay an old wyfe in that place,

A lytle besyde the fyre,

Whych Wyllyam had found of charytyè

More than seven yere.60

Up she rose, and forth shee goes,

Evill mote692 shee speede therfore; For shee had sett no foote on ground In seven yere before.

She went unto the justice hall,65

As fast as she could hye:

Thys night, shee sayd, is come to town

Wyllyam of Cloudeslyè.

Thereof the justice was full fayne,693 And so was the shirife also.70 Thou shalt not trauaile hither, dame, for nought, Thy meed thou shalt have ere thou go.

They gave to her a ryght good goune,

Of scarlate, 'and of graine':

She toke the gyft, and home she wente,75

And couched her doune agayne.

They raysed the towne of mery Carleile

In all the haste they can;

And came thronging to Wyllyames house,

As fast as they might gone.80

There they besette that good yemàn

Round about on every syde:

Wyllyam hearde great noyse of folkes,

That thither-ward fast hyed.

Alyce opened a backe wyndòwe,69485 And loked all aboute, She was ware of the justice and shirife bothe, Wyth a full great route.695

Alas! treason, cryed Alyce,

Ever wo may thou be!90

Goe into my chamber, my husband, she sayd,

Swete Wyllyam of Cloudeslee.

He toke hys sword and hys bucler,

Hys bow and hys chyldren thre,

And wente into hys strongest chamber,95

Where he thought surest to be.

Fayre Alyce, like a lover true,

Took a pollaxe in her hande:

Said, He shall dye that cometh in

Thys dore, whyle I may stand.100

Cloudeslee bente a right good bowe,

That was of a trusty tre,

He smot the justise on the brest,

That hys arowe burst in three.

'A' curse on his harte, saide William,105

Thys day thy cote dyd on!

If it had ben no better then myne,

It had gone nere thy bone.

Yelde the Cloudeslè, sayd the justise,

And thy bowe and thy arrowes the fro.696110 'A' curse on hys hart, sayd fair Alyce, That my husband councelleth so.

Set fyre on the house, saide the sherife,

Syth it wyll no better be,

And brenne697 we therin William, he saide,115 Hys wyfe and chyldren thre.

They fyred the house in many a place,

The fyre flew up on hye:

Alas! then cryed fayre Alìce,

I se we here shall dye.120

William openyd a backe wyndòw,

That was in hys chamber hie,

And there with sheetes he did let downe

His wyfe and children three.

Have you here my treasure, sayde William,125

My wyfe and my chyldren thre:

For Christès love do them no harme,

But wreke you all on me.

Wyllyam shot so wonderous well,

Tyll hys arrowes were all agoe,130

And the fyre so fast upon hym fell,

That hys bowstryng brent698 in two.

The sparkles brent and fell upon

Good Wyllyam of Cloudeslè:

Than was he a wofull man, and sayde,135

Thys is a cowardes death to me.

Leever699 had I, sayde Wyllyam, With my sworde in the route to renne,700 Then here among myne enemyes wode701 Thus cruelly to bren.140

He toke hys sword and hys buckler,

And among them all he ran,

Where the people were most in prece,702 He smot downe many a man.

There myght no man abyde hys stroakes,145

So fersly703 on them he ran: Then they threw wyndowes, and dores on him, And so toke that good yemàn.

There they hym bounde both hand and fote,

And in a deepe dungeon him cast:150

Now Cloudesle, sayd the justice,704 Thou shalt be hanged in hast.

'A payre of new gallowes, sayd the sherife,705 Now shal I for thee make;' And the gates of Carleil shal be shutte:155 No man shal come in therat.

Then shall not helpe Clym of the Cloughe,

Nor yet shall Adam Bell,

Though they came with a thousand mo,

Nor all the devels in hell.160

Early in the mornynge the justice uprose,

To the gates first can he gone,

And commaunded to be shut full close

Lightilè706 everych-one.

Then went he to the markett place,165

As fast as he coulde hye;

There a payre of new gallowes he set up

Besyde the pyllorye.

A lytle boy 'among them asked,'

What meaned that gallow-tre?170

They sayde to hange a good yemàn,

Called Wyllyam of Cloudeslè.

That lytle boye was the towne swyne-heard,

And kept fayre Alyces swyne;

Oft he had seene William in the wodde,175

And geuen hym there to dyne.

He went out att a crevis of the wall,

And lightly to the woode dyd gone;

There met he with these wightye707 yemen708 Shortly and anone.180

Alas! then sayde the lytle boye,

Ye tary here all too longe;

Cloudeslee is taken, and dampned709 to death, And readye for to honge.710

Alas! then sayd good Adam Bell,185

That ever we saw thys daye!

He had better have tarryed with us,

So ofte as we dyd hym praye.

He myght have dwelt in grene forèste,

Under the shadowes greene,711190 And have kepte both hym and us att reste, Out of all trouble and teene.712

Adam bent a ryght good bow,

A great hart sone hee had slayne:

Take that, chylde, he sayde, to thy dynner,195

And bryng me myne arrowe agayne.

Now go we hence, sayed these wightye yeomen,713 Tarry we no longer here; We shall hym borowe714 by God his grace, Though we buy itt full dere.200

To Caerleil wente these bold yemen,

All in a mornyng of maye.

Here is a FYT of Cloudeslye,

And another is for to saye.