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 But still my Lord Cornwall did hold him in play,

Until it was nigh to the break of the day;

Till horsemen and foot came riding so fast,

Which made the bold Cripple to yield at the last.

There was a river just by the way-side,

It was very deep, and full eighteen foot wide;

He put in his pick-start and over went he,

And shifted himself in an old hollow-tree.

Next day this bold Cripple L Cornwall did meet,

Fell down on the ground, and kissed his feet;

Saying, God bless my L Cornwall, & keep him from ill.

And out of the hands of his enemies still.

O then my L. Cornwall came down to the ground,

And out of his pocket threw a good English crown;

Five hundred pounds more, this Cripple had got,

By begging and thieving as many one thought.

Five hundred pounds more will make him full glad,

For he was resolv'd to leave off the old trade :

At last he was taken for stealing a prize,

Condemned and hanged at Salisbury Assize.





S I was a walking one morning in spring,

To hear the birds whistle & nightingale sing,

I heard a fair maid and she was making her moan,

Saying, I am a poor stranger and far from my own.

I stept up unto her, and made a low gee,

And asked her pardon for making so free,

Saying, I bavehave [sic] taken pity on hearing you moan,

As I am a stranger, and far from my own.

Her cheeks blush'd like roses and she shed a tear,

And says, Sir, I wonder at meeting you here,