And when they came before the king,

As it was the law of the land,

They kneeled down without hindrance,
And each held up his hand.

They said, Lord, we beseech thee here,
That you will grant us grace ;

For we have slain your fat fallow deer

In many a sundry place.

What be your names, then said our king,

Anon that you tell me?

They said, Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough,

And William of Cloudesly.

Be ye those thieves, then said our king,

That men have told of to me?

Here to God I make a vow,

Ye shall be hanged all three.

Ye shall be dead without mercy,
As I am king of this land.
He commanded his officers everyone,
Fast on them to lay hand.

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