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The Mayor came arm’d, a full pace, With poll-ax in his hand; Many a ftrong man with him was, Within a ftance to ftand The Mayor fmote Cloudeflie with his bill, His buckler burft in two; Full many a yeomen with great ill. They cry’d ! for woe. Keep we the gates hard fall they bade. Thefe traitors let not go ; But all for nought was what they wrought For fo fall down they laid, Till they three that manfully fought. Were gotten out of braide. Here are your keys faid Adam Bell, Mine office I forfake: And if you do buy my counfel, A porter do you make. He threw the keys full at their head. Bidding evil to thrive, And all that lets a good yeoman, To come comfort his wife. Thus thefe yeomen are gone to the wood As light as leaf of tree They laugh’d, were merry in their mood Their enemies were free. When they came to the Englifh wood. Under the trufly tree ; There they found bows as ftrong as goad And arrows in great plenty.