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 ( 7 ) Where the people thickeft we He fmote down many a man. There might no man abide his ftrokes, So fierce on them he ran; They threw windows and doors on him. And fo took that yeoman. There they bound him both hand and foot In deep dungeons him caft; Now, Cloudeflie, then faid the Juftice, Thou fhalt be hang’d in hafte One vow I make, faid the Sheriff, A new gallows thou fhall have; The gates of Carlifle fhall be fhut, There fhall no man thee fave. There fhall no man of Glim of the Clough Nor yet of Adam Bell, Though they come with a thoufand more. Nor all the de’ils in hell. Next morning the Juflice arofe, To the gates fall is gone. And commands to fhut them clofe, And lightly every one. Then went he to the market place. As fall as he could hie ; A new gallows there he fet up, Befides the pillory. A little boy flood among them And afk’d what meant that tree. They faid, to hang a good yeomah Call’d William of Cloudeflie.