Classic Poem

Mery it was in grene forest
Amonge the leues grene,
Where that men walke both east and west
Wyth bowes and arrowes kene

To ryse the dere out of theyr denne;
Suche sightes as hath ofte bene sene
As by thre yemen of the north countrey--
By them it is as I meane.

The one of them hight Adam Bel,
The other Clym of the Clough,
The thyrd was William of Cloudesly,
An archer good ynough.

They were outlawed for venyson,
These thre yemen euerechone;
They swore them breth[r]en vpon a day
To Englysshe-wood for to gone.

Now lith and lysten, gentylmen,
And that of myrthes loueth to here:
Two of them were single men,
The third had a wedded fere.

Wyllyam was the wedded man,
Muche more then was hys care.
He sayde to hys breth[r]en vpon a day
To Carelel he would fare

For to speke with fayre Al[y]se hys wife
And with hys chyldren thre:
By my trouth, sayde Adam Bel,
Not by the counsell of me.

For if ye go to Caerlel, brother,
And from thys wylde wode wende,
If the justice mai you take
Your lyfe were at an ende.

If that I come not to morowe, brother,
By pryme to you agayne,
Truste not els but that I am take
Or else that I am slayne.

He toke hys leaue of hys breth[r]en two
And to Carlel he is gone;
There he knocked at hys owne wyndowe
Shortlye and anone.

Wher be you, fayre Alyce my wyfe,
And my chyldren three?
Lyghtly let in thyne husbande
Wyllyam of Cloudesle.

Alas, then sayde fayre Alyce,
And syghed wonderous sore,
Thys place hath ben besette for you
Thys halfe yere and more.

Now am I here, sayde Cloudesle,
I woulde that I in were;
Now feche vs meate and drynke ynoughe,
And let vs make good chere.

She feched him meat and drynke plenty
Lyke a true wedded wyfe,
And pleased hym with that she had
Whome she loued as her lyfe.

There lay an old wyfe in that place
A lytle besyde the fyre,
Whych Wyllyam had found of cherytye
More then seuen yere.

Up she rose and walked full styll--
Euel mote she spede therefoore--
For she had not set no fote on ground
In seuen yere before.

She went vnto the justice hall
As fast as she could hye:
Thys nyght is come vn to thys town
Wyllyam of Cloudesle.

Thereof the iustice was full fayne
And so was the shirife also:
Thou shalt not trauaile hether, dame, for nought;
Thy meed thou shalt haue or thou go.

They gaue to her a ryght good goune,
Of scarlat it was, as I heard sayne;
She toke the gyft and home she wente
And couched her doune agayne.

They rysed the towne of mery Carlel
in all the hast that they can,
And came thronging to Wyllyames house
As fast as they might gone.

Theyr they besette that good yeman
Round about on euery syde;
Wyllyam hearde great noyse of folkes
That heytherward they hyed.

Alyce opened a shot-wyndow
And loked all about;
She was ware of the justice and the shrife bothe
Wyth a full great route.

Alas, treason, cryed Alyce,
Euer wo may thou be!
Go into my chambre, my husband, she sayd,
Swete Wyllyam of Cloudesle.

He toke hys sweard and hys bucler,
Hys bow and hys chyldren thre,
And wente into hys strongest chamber
Where he thought surest to be.

Fayre Alice folowed him as a louer true
With a pollaxe in her hande:
He shalbe deade that here cometh in
Thys dore whyle I may stand.

Cloudesle bent a wel good bowe
That was of trusty tre,
He smot the justice on the brest
That hys arrowe brest in thre.

God's curse on his hartt, saide William,
Thys day thy cote dyd on;
If it had ben no better then myne
It had gone nere thy bone.

Yelde the, Cloudesle, sayd the justise,
And thy bowe and thy arrowes the fro:
Gods curse on hys hart, sayde fair Al[y]ce,
That my husband councelleth so.

Set fyre on the house, saide the sherife,
Syth it wyll no better be,
And brenne we therin William, he saide,
Hys wyfe and chyldren thre.

They fyred the house in many a place,
The fyre flew vpon hye;
Alas, than cryed fayr Alice,
I se we shall here dy.

William openyd hys backe wyndow
That was in hys chambre on hye,
And wyth shetes let hys wyfe downe
And hys chyldren thre.

Haue here my treasure, sayde William,
My wyfe and my chyldren thre;
For Christes loue do them no harme
But wreke you all on me.

Wyllyam shot so wonderous well
Tylls hys arrowes were all go,
And the fyre so fast vpon hym fell
That hys bow stryng brent in two.

The spercles brent and fell hym on,
Good Wyllyam of Cloudesle;
But than was he a wofull man, and sayde,
Thys is a cowardes death to me.

Leuer I had, sayde Wyllyam,
With my sworde in the route to renne,
Then here among myne ennemyes wode
Thus cruelly to bren.

He toke hys sweard and hys buckler
And among them all he ran;
Where the people were most in prece
He smot downe many a man.

There myght no man stand hys stroke,
So fersly on them he ran;
Then they threw wyndowes and dores on him
And so toke that good yeman.

There they hym bounde both hand and fote
And in depe dongeon hym cast:
Now, Cloudesle, sayde the hye justice,
Thou shalt be hanged in hast.

One vow shal I make, sayde the sherife,
A payre of new galowes shall I for the make,
And al the gates of Caerlel shalbe shutte,
There shall no man come in therat.

Then shall not helpe Clim of the Cloughe
Nor yet Adam Bell,
Though they came with a thousand mo
Nor all the deuels in hell.

Early in the mornyng the justice vprose,
To the gates fast gan he gon,
And commaunded to be shut full cloce
Lightile euerychone.

Then went he to the market-place
As fast as he coulde hye;
A payre of new gallous there dyd he vp set
Besyde the pyllory.

A lytle boy stod them amonge
And asked what meaned that gallow-tre;
They sayde, To hange a good yeaman
Called Wyllyam of Cloudesle.

That lytle boye was the towne swyne-heard
And kept fayre Alyce swyne;
Full oft he had sene Cloudesle in the wodde
And geuen hym there to dyne.

He went out of a creues in the wall
And lightly to the woode dyd gone;
There met he with these wyght yonge men
Shortly and anone.

Alas, then sayde that lytle boye,
Ye tary here all to longe;
Cloudesle is taken and dampned to death
All readye for to honge.

Alas, then sayde good Adam Bell,
That euer we see thys daye;
He myght her with vs haue dwelled
So ofte as we dyd him praye.

He myght haue taryed in grene foreste
Under the shadowes sheene,
And haue kepte both hym and vs in reaste
Out of trouble and teene.

Adam bent a ryght good bow,
A great hart sone had he slayne:
Take that, chylde, he sayde, to thy dynner,
And bryng me myne arrowe agayne.

Now go we hence, sayed these wight yong men,
Tary we no lenger here;
We shall hym borowe, by Gods grace,
Though we bye it full dere.

To Caerlel went these good yemen
In a mery mornyng of Maye.
Her is a fyt of Cloudesli;
And another is for to saye.

And when they came to mery Caerlell
In a fayre mornyng-tyde
They founde the gates shut them vntyll,
Round about on euery syde.

Alas, than sayd good Adam Bell,
That euer we were made men:
These gates be shyt so wonderly well
That we may not come here in.

Than spake Clymme of the Cloughe:
With a wyle we wyll vs in brynge;
Let vs say we be messengers
Streyght comen from oure kynge.

Adam sayd, I haue a lettre wryten wele,
Now let vs wysely werke;
We wyll say we haue the kynges seale,
I holde the porter no clerke.

Than Adam Bell bete on the gate
With strokes greate and stronge;
The porter herde suche a noyse therate
And to the gate faste he thronge.

Who is there nowe, sayd the porter,
That maketh all this knockynge?
We be two messengers, sayd Clymme of the Cloughe,
Be comen streyght frome oure kynge.

We haue a lettre, sayd Adam Bell,
To the justyce we must it brynge;
Let vs in, oure message to do,
That we were agayne to our kynge.

Here cometh no man in, sayd the porter,
By hym that dyed on a tre,
Tyll a false thefe be hanged
Called Wyllyam of Clowdysle.

Than spake that good yeman Clym of the Cloughe,
And swore by Mary fre;
If that we stande long wythout
Lyke a thefe hanged shalt thou be.

Lo here we haue got the kynges seale;
What, lordane, arte thou wode?
The porter had wende it had been so
And lyghtly dyd of his hode.

Welcome be my lordes seale, sayd he,
For that shall ye come in:
He opened the gate ryght shortly--
An euyll openynge for hym!

Nowe we are in, sayd Adam Bell,
Therof we are full fayne;
But Cryst knoweth, that herowed hell,
How we shall come oute agayne.

Had we the keys, sayd Clym of the Clowgh,
Ryght well than sholde we spede;
Than myght we come out well ynough
Whan we se tyme and nede.

They called the porter to a councell
And wronge hys necke in two,
And kest hym in a depe dongeon
And toke the keys hym fro.

Now am I porter, sayd Adam Bell;
Se, broder, the keys haue we here;
The worste porter to mery Carlell
That ye had this hondreth yere.

Now wyll we oure bowes bende,
Into the towne wyll we go
For to delyuer our dere broder
Where he lyeth in care and wo.

Then they bent theyr good yew bowes
And loked theyr stringes were round;
The market-place of mery Carlyll
They beset in that stounde.

And as they loked them besyde
A payre of newe galowes there they se,
And the iustyce, with a quest of swerers,
That had iuged Clowdysle there hanged to be.

And Clowdysle hymselfe lay redy in a carte
Fast bounde bothe fote and hande,
And a strong rope aboute his necke,
All redy for to be hangde.

The iustyce called to hym a ladde:
Clowdysles clothes sholde he haue
To take the mesure of that good yoman
And therafter to make his graue.

I haue sene as greate a merueyll, sayd Clowdesle,
As bytwene this and pryme,
He that maketh thys graue for me
Hymselfe may lye therin.

Thou spekest proudely, sayd the iustyce;
I shall hange the with my hande.
Full well that herde his bretheren two
There styll as they did stande.

Than Clowdysle cast hys eyen asyde
And saw hys bretheren stande
At a corner of the market-place,
Redy the iustyce for to chase,
With theyr good bowes bent in theyr hand.

I se good comforte, sayd Clowdysle,
Yet hope I well to fare;
If I myght haue my handes at wyll
Ryght lytell wolde I care.

Than bespake good Adam Bell
To Clymme of the Clowgh so fre:
Broder, se ye marke the iustyce well;
Lo, yonder ye may him se.

And at the sheryf shote I wyll
Strongly with an arowe kene;
A better shotte in mery Carlyll
Thys seuen yere was not sene.

They loused theyr arowes bothe at ones,
Of no man had they drede;
The one hyt the iustyce, the other the sheryf,
That bothe theyr sydes gan blede.

All men voyded that them stode nye
Whan the iustyce fell to the grounde
And the sheryf fell nyghe hym by;
Eyther had his dethes wounde.

All the cytezeyns fast gan fle,
They durste no lenger abyde;
There lyghtly they loused Clowdysle
Where he with ropes lay tyde.

Wyllyam sterte to an offycer of the towne,
Hys axe out his hande he wronge;
On eche syde he smote them downe,
Hym thought he had taryed to longe.

Wyllyam sayd to his bretheren two:
Thys daye let vs togyder lyue and deye;
If euer you haue nede as I haue nowe,
The same shall ye fynde by me.

They shyt so well in that tyde
For theyr strynges were of sylke full sure
That they kepte the stretes on euery syde;
That batayll dyd longe endure.

They fought togyder as bretheren true
Lyke hardy men and bolde;
Many a man to the grounde they threwe
And made many an herte colde.

But whan theyr arowes were all gone
Men presyd on them full fast;
They drewe theyr swerdes than anone
And theyr bowes from them caste.

They wente lyghtly on theyr waye
With swerdes and buckelers rounde;
By that it was the myddes of the daye
They had made many a wounde.

There was many an oute-horne in Carlyll blowen
And the belles backwarde dyd they rynge;
Many a woman sayd alas,
And many theyr handes dyd wrynge.

The mayre of Carlyll forth come was
And with hym a full grete route;
These thre yomen dredde hym full sore
For theyr lyues stode in doubte.

The mayre came armed, a full greate pace,
With a polaxe in his hande;
Many a stronge man with hym was
There in that stoure to stande.

The mayre smote at Clowdysle with his byll,
His buckeler he brast in two;
Full many a yoman with grete yll,
Alas, treason, they cryed for wo;
Kepe we the gates fast, they bad,
That these traytours theroute not go.

But all for nought was that they wrought,
For so fast they downe were layde
Tyll they all thre that so manfully fought
Were goten without at a brayde.

Haue here your keys, sayd Adam Bell,
Myne offyce I here forsake;
Yf ye do by my councell
A newe porter ye make.

He threwe the keys there at theyr hedes
And bad them evyll to thryue,
And all that letteth ony good yoman
To come and comforte his wyue.

Thus be these good yomen gone to the wode
As lyght as lefe on lynde;
They laughe and be mery in theyr mode,
Theyr enemyes were farre behynde.

Whan they came to Inglyswode
Under theyr trysty-tre,
There they founde bowes full gode
And arowes greate plente.

So helpe me God, sayd Adam Bell,
And Clymme of the Clowgh so fre,
I wolde we were nowe in mery Carlell
Before that fayre meyne.

They set them downe and made good chere
And eate and dranke full well.
Here is a fytte of these wyght yongemen,
And another I shall you tell.

As they sat in Inglyswode
Under theyr trysty-tre,
Them thought they herde a woman wepe,
But her they myght not se.

Sore syghed there fayre Alyce, and sayd,
Alas that euer I se this daye;
For now is my dere husbonde slayne,
Alas and welawaye!

Myght I haue spoken wyth hys dere bretheren,
With eyther of them twayne,
To shew to them what him befell,
My herte were out of payne.

Clowdysle walked a lytell besyde
And loked vnder the grene wodde lynde;
He was ware of his wyfe and his chyldren thre
Full wo in herte and mynde.

Welcome, wyfe, than sayd Wyllyam,
Unto this trysty-tre;
I had wende yesterdaye, by swete Saint John,
Thou sholde me neuer haue se.

Now wele is me, she sayd, that ye be here,
My herte is out of wo:
Dame, he sayd, be mery and glad
And thanke my bretheren two.

Here of to speke, sayd Adam Bell,
I-wys it is no bote;
The meat that we must supp withall
It runneth yet fast on fote.

Then went they down into a launde,
These noble archares all thre;
Eche of them slewe a harte of grece,
The best they coude there se.

Haue here the best, Alyce my wyfe,
Sayde Wyllyam of Clowdysle,
By cause ye so boldely stode me by
Whan I was slayne full nye.

Than they wente to theyr souper
Wyth suche mete as they had,
And thanked God of theyr fortune;
They were bothe mery and glad.

And whan they had souped well,
Certayne withouten leace,
Clowdysle sayde, We wyll to oure kynge
To get vs a chartre of peace.

Alyce shal be at soiournynge
In a nunry here besyde;
My tow sonnes shall with her go
And ther they shall abyde.

Myne eldest sone shall go with me,
For hym haue I no care,
And he shall breng you worde agayne
How that we do fare.

Thus be these wight men to London gone
As fast as they maye hye,
Tyll they came to the kynges palays
There they woulde nedes be.

And whan they came to the kynges courte,
Unto the pallace gate,
Of no man wold they aske leue
But boldly went in therat.

They preced prestly into the hall,
Of no man had they dreade;
The porter came after and dyd them call
And with them began to chyde.

The vssher sayd, Yemen, what wolde ye haue?
I praye you tell[e] me;
Ye myght thus make offycers shent:
Good syrs, of whens be ye?

Syr, we be outlawes of the forest,
Certayne withouten leace,
And hyther we be come to oure kynge
To get vs a charter of peace.

And whan they came before oure kynge,
As it was the lawe of the lande,
They kneled downe without lettynge
And eche helde vp his hande.

They sayd, Lorde, we beseche you here
That ye wyll graunte vs grace,
For we haue slayne your fatte falowe dere
In many a sondry place.

What is your names? than sayd our kynge,
Anone that you tell me.
They sayd, Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough,
And Wyllyam of Clowdesle.

Be ye those theues, than sayd our kynge,
That men haue tolde of to me?
Here to God I make a vowe
Ye shall be hanged all thre.

Ye shall