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R180885 OF a stout Cripple that kept tht high-way / And beg'd for his living all time of the day, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 241 A new Ballad intituled, The stout Cripple of Cornwall, / Wherein is shewed his dissolate life and deserved death. A new Ballad intituled, The stout Cripple of Cornwall, Wherein is shewed his dissolate life and deserved death. A new Ballad entitled, The stout Cripple of Cornwall, Wherein is showed his dissolute life and deserved death. 1658-1658 F, Coles, T. Vere and W. Gilbertson,

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Of a stout Cripple that kept tht high-way, And begd for his living all time of the day, A Story Ile tell you that pleasant shall be, The Cripple of Cornwall sir-named was he. He crept on his hands and knees up and down, In a torn Jacket, and a ragged patcht Gown, For he had never a Leg to the Knee, The Cripple of Cornwall si[r]-named was he, He was of a stomack couragious and stout. For he had no cause to complain of the gout, To goe upon stilts most cunning was he, With a staffe on his neck most gallant to see. Yea, no good fellowship would he forsake, Were it in secret a Purse for to take. His help was as good as any might be, The Cripple of Cornwall sirnamed was he. When he upon any service did goe, The crafty young Cripple provided it so His Tools he kept close in an old hollow Tree, That stood from the City a mile two or three. Thus all the way long he begd for reliefe. And all the night long he plaid the false Thiefe And seven years together this custome kept he, And no man knew him such a person to be. There were few Grasiers went on the way, But unto the Cripple for passage did pay And every brave Merchant that he did desry He emptied their purses ere they passed by. The noble Lord Courtney both gallant & bold Rode forth with great plenty of silver and gold, At Exeter there a purchase to pay But that the false Criplle his journey did stay. For why? the false Cripple heard tidings of late, As he sate for alms at the Noble mans gate, This is (quoth the Cripple) a booty for me, And Ile follow closely as closely may be Then to his companions the matter he moved, Which their like actions before time had proved, Then to his companions the matter he moved, Which their like actions before time had proved, They make themselves ready and deeply they swear The monies their own before they come there, Upon his two stilts the Cripple did mount, To have the best share it was his full account. All cloathed in Canvas down to the ground. He took up his place his Mates with him round. Then coms thy Z Courtney with half a score men Yet little suspecting these theeves in their den, And they perceiving them come to their hand In a dark Evening bid them to stand. Deliver thy purse quoth the cripple with speed. For we be good fellows and therefore have need, Not so quoth Lord Courtney but this Ile tell yee, Win it and wear it else get none of me.
With that the Lord Courtney stood in his defenc And so did his Servants but ere they went thence Two of the true men were slain in the fight And four of the Theeves were put to the flight And while for their safeguard they ran thus away The jolly bold Cripple did hold the rest play, And with his pike staff he wounded them so, As they were unable to run or to go, With fighting the L. Courtny was out of breath And most of his Servants were wounded to death Then came other horsemen riding so fast, The Cripple was forced to flye at the last. And over a River that ran there beside, Which was very deep and eighteen foot wide, With his long staff and his stilts leaped he, And shifted himself in an old hollow tree, Then throughout the Country was hu & cry made To have these Theevs apprehended and staid, The Cripple he creeps on his hands and his knees And in the high way great posting he sees, And as they came riding he begging doth say. O give me one penny good Masters I pray, And thus unto Exeter creeps he along, No man suspecting he had done wrong. Anon the Lord Courtney he spyes in the street, He comes un[t]o him and he kisses his feet, Saying God save your honor and keek you from il and from the hands of your Enemies still, Amen quod, L. Courtney and therewith flung down Unto the poor Cripple an English Crown. Away went the Cripple and thus he did think, Five hundred pound more will make me to drink In vain that hue and cry it was made They found none of them tho the country was laid But thusgrievd the Cripple night and day, That he so unluckily mist of his prey Nine hundred pound this Cripple had got, By begging and theeving so good was his lot, A thousand pound he would make it up he said, And then he would give over his Trade. But as he strived his mind to fulfill, In following his actions so lewd and so ill, At last he was taken the law to suffice, Condemned and hanged at Fxeter Size. Which made all men amazed to see. That such an impudent Cripple as he. Should venture himself to such actions as they To rob in such sort upon the high-way.
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