Of a stout Cripple that kept tht high-way,
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And begd for his living all time of the day,
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A Story Ile tell you that pleasant shall be,
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The Cripple of Cornwall sir-named was he.
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He crept on his hands and knees up and down,
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In a torn Jacket, and a ragged patcht Gown,
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For he had never a Leg to the Knee,
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The Cripple of Cornwall si[r]-named was he,
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He was of a stomack couragious and stout.
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For he had no cause to complain of the gout,
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To goe upon stilts most cunning was he,
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With a staffe on his neck most gallant to see.
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Yea, no good fellowship would he forsake,
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Were it in secret a Purse for to take.
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His help was as good as any might be,
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The Cripple of Cornwall sirnamed was he.
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When he upon any service did goe,
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The crafty young Cripple provided it so
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His Tools he kept close in an old hollow Tree,
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That stood from the City a mile two or three.
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Thus all the way long he begd for reliefe.
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And all the night long he plaid the false Thiefe
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And seven years together this custome kept he,
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And no man knew him such a person to be.
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There were few Grasiers went on the way,
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But unto the Cripple for passage did pay
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And every brave Merchant that he did desry
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He emptied their purses ere they passed by.
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The noble Lord Courtney both gallant & bold
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Rode forth with great plenty of silver and gold,
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At Exeter there a purchase to pay
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But that the false Criplle his journey did stay.
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For why? the false Cripple heard tidings of late,
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As he sate for alms at the Noble mans gate,
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This is (quoth the Cripple) a booty for me,
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And Ile follow closely as closely may be
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Then to his companions the matter he moved,
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Which their like actions before time had proved,
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Then to his companions the matter he moved,
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Which their like actions before time had proved,
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They make themselves ready and deeply they swear
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The monies their own before they come there,
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Upon his two stilts the Cripple did mount,
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To have the best share it was his full account.
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All cloathed in Canvas down to the ground.
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He took up his place his Mates with him round.
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Then coms thy Z Courtney with half a score men
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Yet little suspecting these theeves in their den,
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And they perceiving them come to their hand
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In a dark Evening bid them to stand.
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Deliver thy purse quoth the cripple with speed.
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For we be good fellows and therefore have need,
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Not so quoth Lord Courtney but this Ile tell yee,
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Win it and wear it else get none of me.
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