Ballads, etc. 203 Amen, quoth Lord Courtney, and therewith threw down Unto the poor Cripple an English crown, Away went the Cripple, and thus he did think. Five hundred pounds more will make me to drink. In vain that hue and cry it was made, They found none of them though the country was laid. But this grieved the Cripple night and day. That he so unluckily missed of his play. Nine hundred pounds this Cripple had got By begging and thieving, so good was his lot ; A thousand pound he would make it, he said. And then he would give over his trade. But as he striv'd his mind to fulfil. In following his actions so lewd and so ill. At last he was taken the law to suffice. Condemned and hanged at Exeter 'size. Which made all men amazed to see That such an impudent cripple as he Should venture himself such actions as they. To rob in such sort upon the high-way. The Baarley Mow (a harvest song). Here's a health to the baarley mow, my braave boys. Here's a health to the baarley mow. We'll drenk et out of the jolly brown boul. Here's a health to the baarley mow. Chorus. Here's a health to the baarley mow, my braave boys, Here's a health to the baarley mow.
