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Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudeslie (1840-1850)

Then spoke William of Cloudeslie,
By him that for me died,
I hold him never a good archer
That shooteth at butts so wide.
At what a butt, now, wold ye shoot?
I pray thee tell to me;
At such a butt, Sir, then he said,
As men use in my countrie.
William then went into a field
With his two brethren;
There they set up two hazel rods,
Twenty score paces between.
I hold him an archer, said Cloudeslie,
That yonder wand cleaveth in two;
Here is none such, said the King,
Nor no man can so do.
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Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudeslie (1840-1850)

My wife and children three?
Lightly let in thine own husband,
William of Cloudeslie.
Alas! then said fair Alice,
And sighed wondrous sore,
This place hath been beset for you
This half a year and more.
Now I am here, said Cloudeslie,
I would that I in were;
Now fetch us meat and drink enough,
And let us make good cheer.
She fetched him meat and drink plenty,
Like a true wedded wife,
And pleased him with that she had,
Whom she loved as her life.
There lay an old wife in that place,
A little beside the fire,
Which William had found of charity
For more than seven yere.
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Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudeslie (1840-1850)

In sight that men may see,
By all the saints that be in heaven,
I shall you hang all three.
What I have promised, said William,
That I will ne’er forsake,
And there even before the King,
In the earth he drove a stake:
And bound thereto his eldest son,
And bade him stand still therat;
And turned the childe’s face him fro,
Because he should not start.
An apple upon his head he set.
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