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144 ADAM BEL, OLTJI OF THE CLOUGHE,
The[y] fought together as brethren tru,
Lyke hardy men and bolde; ho
Many a man to the ground they thrue, And many a herte made colde.
But when their arrowes were all gon,
Men preced on them full fast; They drew theyr swordes then anone, ias
And theyr bowes from them cast.
They went lyghtlye on theyr way, Wyth swordes and buclers round;
By that it was the myddes of the day,
They had made mani a wound. no
There was many an out-horne in Caerlel blowen,
And the belles bacward did they ryng; Many a woman sayd alas,
And many theyr handes dyd wryng.
The mayre of Caerlel forth com was, i«
And with hym a ful great route;
These thre yemen dred him full sore,
For of theyr lyues they stode in great doute.
.The mayre came armed a full great pace, With a pollaxe in hys hande; is>
132, made many a herte. 184, on, C. 139, was myd, K. 140, had, C. 141, many, C. 142, they, C. 147, thre, C. |
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