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 ( 7 ) Where the people thickest were,

He smote down many a man.

There might no man abide his strokes,

So fierce on them he ran;

They threw windows and doors on him,

And so took that yeoman.

There they bound him both hand and foot

In deep dungeons him cast;

Now, Cloudeslie, then said the justice,

Thou shalt be hang’d in haste.

One vow I make, said the sheriff,

A new gallows thou shalt have;

The gates of Carlisle shall be shut,

There shall no man thee save.

There shall no help Clim of the Clough,

Nor yet of Adam Bell,

Though they come with a thousand more,

Nor all the de’ils in hell.

Next morning the justice arose,

To the gates fast is gone,

And commanded to shut them close,

And lightly everyone.

Then went he to the market place,

As fast as he could hie;

A new gallows there he set up,

Besides the pillory.

A little boy stood among them,

And ask,d, what meant that tree;

They said, to hang a good yeoman,

Call’d William of Cloudeslie.