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Stand and deliver your money with speed,
We are noble brave fellows, and money we need.
Then reply’d my Lord Cornwall, I tell unto thee,
If money you want, you'll get none from me.
Therefore bold fellows, now stand to your chance,
So that my Lord Cornwall did stand his defence.
Till three of his true men were slain in the fight,
And four of the robbers, were put to the flight.
But still my Lord Cornwall did hold him in play,
Until it was nigh to the break of the day;
Till horsemen and foot came riding so fast,
Which made the bold Cripple to yield at the last.
There was a river just by the way-side,
It was very deep, and full eighteen foot wide;
He put in his pick-staff, and over went he,
And shifted himself in an old hollow-tree.
Next day this bold Cripple L. Cornwall did meet,
Fell down on the ground, and kissed his feet;
Saying, God bless my L. Cornwall, & keep him from ill.
And out of the hands of his enemies still.
O then my L. Cornwall came down to the ground.
And out of his pocket threw a good English crown,
Five hundred pounds more, this Cripple had got,
By begging and thieving as many one thought.
Five hundred pounds more will make him full glad,
For he was resolv’d to leave off the old trade:
At last he was taken for stealing a prize,
Condemned and hanged at Salisbury Assize.
GLASGOW,
PRINTED BY J. AND M. ROBERTSON,
Saltmarket, MDCCCCII.
