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Muche people prayed for Cloudesle, that his life saved myght be;
And when he made him ready to shote, there was many a weeping ee.

But Cloudesle cleft the apple in twaine, his sonne he did not nee:
"Over God's forbode", sayd the Kynge, "that thou should shote at me."
I geve the eightene pence a day, and my bow shalt thou bere,
And over all the North countre I make the chyfe rydere.

And thyrtene pence a day, sayd the Queen, by God and by my say;
Come feche thy payment when thou wylt, no man shall say the nay.
Wyllyam, I make the a gentleman of clothyng and of fe,
And thy two brethren yemen of my chambre, for they are so semely to se.

Your sonne, for he is of tender age, of my wyne seller he shall be,
And when he cometh to mans estate, shall better advaunced be.
And Wyllyam, bring to me your wyfe, me longeth her to se;
She shall be my chefe gentlewoman to governe my nurserye.

The yemen thanketh them curteously, to some byshop wyl we wend,
Of all the synnes that we have done, to be assoyld at his hand.
So forth be gone these good yemen as fast as they myght he,
And after came and dwelled with the Kynge, and dyed good men all thre.

Thus endeth the lives of these good yemen, God send them eternal bless,
And all that with a hand-bow shotteth, that of heaven may never mysse. - Amen.
  Robin Hood
SOME will have these three mentioned in the above old ballad to have been contemporary with Robin Hood's father, as the pedigree writer of Robin says:

The father of Robin a forester was, and he shot in a lusty long bow,
Two North Country miles and an inch at a shot, as the Pindar of Wakefield does know.
For he brought Adam Bell, and Clim of the Clough, and William a Cloudeslee,
To shoot with our forester for forty merk, and our forester beat them all three.
  St John, St John's in the Vale
Going along the lane called Castrigg Loning, which leads from the Druids temple to the top of the village of Castrigg, we come to a place called the Pyat's, (i.e. Magpy's) Nest: here we have a view of St John's chapel, standing upon a mountain, with no other edifice near it, except an Ale-house. The church and the ale-house are indeed such inseparable companions in this country, that I should almost suppose that poet, who says,

"Wherever God erects an house of pray'r,
The devil always builds a chapel there,"
  penny fair

to be a Cumbrian. A very old custom in use here, and some other places, deserves particular notice. On the Sunday before Easter all the inhabitants of the parish, old and young, men and women, repair to this ale-house after evening prayer: they then collect a penny from each person, male or female, but not promiscuously, as the women pay separately: this money is spent in liquor, and at one of these meetings, (or penny fairs as they are called) amounted to three pounds, so that there must have been 720 persons present.
gazetteer links
button -- "Castrigg Loning" -- Castle Lane
button -- "Pyat's Nest" -- (High Nest, St John's Castlerigg etc)
button -- "Englyshe Wood" -- (Inglewood Forest (CL13inc)2)
button -- "Pyat's Nest" -- (Low Nest, St John's Castlerigg etc)
button -- "St John's Chapel" -- St John's Church
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