But he was ta en by a savage Moor,
Who handled him right cruelly;
For through his shoulder he put a bore;
And through the bore has putten a tree;
And he's gar'd him draw the carts of wine
Where horse and oxen had wont to be.
He's casten [him] in a dungeon deep,
Where he could neither hear nor see;
He's shut him up in a prison strong,
And he's handled him right cruelly.