And cast him in a deep dungeon,
And took his keys him fro.
"Now am I porter," said Adam Bel,
"See, brother, the keys, have we here;
The worst porter to merry Carlisle,
That ye had this hundred year.
"And now will we our bows bend,
Into the town will we go,
For to deliver our dear brother,
That liveth in care and woe."