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And at the Sherife shote I will,
Strongly with an arrow kein;
A better shot in merry Carlile
This seven yere was not seen.
They loosed thcre arrows both at once,
Of no man had they dread;
The one hit the Justice, the other the Sherife,
That both their sides gan blced.
All men voyded that them stood nye,
When the Justice fell to the ground;
And the Sherife also nigh him by,
Either had his deaths wound.
All the citizens fast gan fly,
They durst no longer abide:
There lyghtly they loosed CLoudeslic,
Where he with ropes lay tied.
William start to an officer of the town,
His axe fro his hand he wrung,
On each side then he smote them down,
He thought he tarried long.
William said to his brethren two,
This day let us live and die;
If ere you have need as I have now,
The same you’l find by me.
They shot so well into that tide,
Their strings were of silk full sure,
That they swept the streets on every side;
That batalyle did long endure.
They fought together as brethren true,
Like hardy men and bold;
Many a man to the ground they threw,
And many a heart made cold.
