For I saw them fighting, and fiddled the while ;
And Clorinda sung “Hey derry down !
The bumkins are beaten, put up thy sword, Bob,
And now let’s dance into the town.”
Before we came in we heard a great shouting,
And all that were in it look’d madly ;
For some were on bull-back, some dancing a morris,
And some singing Arthur-a-Bradley.[288] {159}
And there we see Thomas, our justices clerk,
And Mary, to whom he was kind ;