L
‘Now go we hence,’ sayed these wight yeomen,
‘Tarry we no longer here;
We shall hym borowe[671] by God his grace,
Though we buy itt full dere.’
LI
To Carleile wente these bold yemen,
All in a mornyng of maye.—
Here is a Fyt of Cloudesley,
And another is for to saye.
Fytte the Second
LII
And when they came to mery Carleile,
In a fayre mornyng tyde,
They founde the gates shut them untyll
About on every syde.
LIII
‘Alas!’ then sayd good Adam Bell,
‘That ever we were made men!
These gates be shut so wonderly well,
We may not come therein.’