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EDITED, 
WITH    SPECIAL    INTRODUCTIONS    AND    NOTES, 


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J.    WOODFALL   EBSWORTH,    M.A.,   Cantab.,   F.S.A. 

Editor  of  four  reprinted  "'Drolleries'  of  the  Restoration," 

"  The  Bagford  Ballads"  with  their  "  Amanda  Group 

of  Poems,"  "The  Two  Earliest  Quartos  of 

A   Midsummer   Night's   Dream,    1600:" 

Author   of   "Karl's   Legacy;    or, 

Our  Old  College  at  Nirgends," 

and  "  Cavalier  Lyrics,  for 

Church  and  Crown." 

WITH  COPIES  OF  THE  ORIGINAL  WOODCUTS. 


Wol.  ©L-#art3. 


HERTFORD: 

punteti  for  t\>z  !5allaD  ^ocietp, 

BY  STEPHEN  AUSTIN  AND  SONS. 

1888. 


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HERTFORD  : 
PRINTED    BY    STEPHEN    AUSTIN    AND    SONS. 


No.  29. 


[Very  good  '  Contents '  ;  despite  the  Suffragan  Critic  en  derriere.] 

CONTENTS   OF   PART   XVIII. 


*a*  Important  Notice.  — Owing  to  the  necessity  of  our  breaking  up  the 
four-hundred  pages  of  new  matter  into  two  separate  issues,  viz.  Part  XVIII.  and 
Part  XIX.,  completing  the  penultimate  Volume  Sixth,  this  Temporary  Table  of 
Contents  is  here  given,  showing  the  entire  continuation  as  now  ready  for  issue,  in 
the  Two  Parts  :  except  that  the  Part  XIX.  contains  additionally  the  Prologue, 
Preface,  Camarades  Deux,  with  full  Tables  of  Contents,  and  of  Errata  to  Vol.  VI. 

Although  separated,  for  financial  reasons,  both  portions  are  completed  ready 
for  simultaneous  issue  to  subscribers,  who  pay  up  arrears  for  1888  and  1881). 
Progress  is  already  being  made  on  Vol.  VII.,  in  conclusion  of  the  Roxburglie 
Ballads,  for  the  following  years'  issue.  Members  are  careless  of  the  risk  they  run 
through  their  own  delay  of  payments  to  keep  the  printing  maintained  in  its 
present  efficiency. — Tft  b  Editor. 


Editorial  Prelude  :  A  New  Stave  to  an  Old  Tune 
Hallo,  my  Fancy  ! 

Percy  Folio  earliest  version  .... 

Bedlam  School-men  (with  ¥m,  Cleland's  interpolations) 
Alas !  poor  Scholar,  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?     By  Dr.  R.  Wild 
The  Young  Man's  Labour  Lost  . 

Phillida  flouts  me  !  or,  The  Country  Lover's  Complaint 

The  Answer,  Barnaby  doubts  me !     By  A.  Bradley 

Editorial  Intermezzo  :  From  the  Priory  to  the  Abbey  . 
Sccanti  ©roup  of  ffiooo^iFcIIoros'  Ballatis. 

In  Praise  of  the  Black  Jack  .... 

"  Merry  Knaves  are  we  three-a."     By  John  Lyly,  1584 
Song  in  Praise  of  the  Leather  Bottel.     By  John  Wade 
Jack  Had-Land's  Lamentation.     Probably  by  John  Wade 
Wit  bought  at  a  Dear  Bate    .... 


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A  Groat'a-worth  of  Good  Counsel  for  a  Penny;  or,  The  Bad 

Husband's  Repentance    . 
Two-Penny-worth  of  Wit  for  a  Penny  ;  or,  The  Bad  Husband 

turn'd  Thrifty     ...••■ 
Nick  and  Froth  ;  or,  The  Good-Fellow's  Complaint,  etc. 
The  Noble  Prodigal ;  or,  The  Young  Heir  newly  come  to  his 

Estate.     Probably  by  Thomas  Jordan 
Tin'  Bad-Husband's  Folly  ;  or,  Poverty  made  known  . 
N,w-  from  Byde-Paik  ;"or,  A  very  merry  Passage,  etc. 
The  Good-Fellow's  Counsel;  The  Bad  Husband's  Recantation 
The  Kins  of  Good-Fellows;  or,  The  Merry  Toper's  Advice 
The  Old  Man's  Wish.     By  Dr.  Walter  Pope  . 
Mark  Noble's  Frolic  .... 
The  Jolly  Gentleman's  Frolic  ;  or,  The  City  Ramble 
A  Jest;  or,  Master  Constable 

Editorial  Finale  :  How  the  Frolic  Ended 

Hno  of  £fje  ©roups  of  ©oob=tfclIouis. 


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God  Speed  the  Plow,  and  bless  the  Corn-mow  .  .     523 

The  Ploughman's  Art  in  Wooing        ....     526 
The  Milk  Maid's  Resolution  .  .  .  .  .529 

True-Blue  the  Ploughman  ;  or,  A  Character  of  several  Callings     5;32 
The  Rich   Farmer's  Ruine,  who  murmur'd  at  the  Plenty  of 

the  Seasons,  because  he  could  not  sell  Corn  so  dear         .     535 


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&  (Stcma  of  ILctjcntiara  anti  Romantic  Ballatis. 

Editorial  Dedication  to  Miss  Julia  De  Vaynes 
Sonnet  on  the  Odyssey,  by  Andrew  Lang 
The  Greeks'  and  Trojans'  Wars 
The  Wandering  Prince  of  Troy;  or,  Queen  Dido 

The  Sonnet  of  Dido  and  .Eneas.  Probably  by  Humphrey  Crouch 

A  Looking  Glass  for  Ladies;  or,    (Penelope)   A  Mirror  for 

Married  Women  ..... 

The  Tragedy  of  Hero  and  Leander  ;  or,  The  Two  Unfortunate 

Lovers    . 
An  Excellent  Sonnet  of  the  Unfortunate  Loves  of  Hero  and 

Leander.     By  Humphrey  Crouch 
The   Love-sick   Maid ;    or,    Cordelia's    Lamentation    for   the 

absence  of  her  Gerhard  (=Gerhard's  Mistress)    . 
The  Famous  Flower  of  Serving-Men ;  or,  The  Lady  turn'd 

Serving  Man.     By  Laurence  Price 
Constance  of  Cleveland,  and  her  Disloyal  Knight 

The  Northern  Lass's  Balloiv  :  "  Peace,  wayward  bairn  !  " 
The  New  Balow  ;  or,  A  Wench's  Lamentation,  etc.    . 
A  Sweet  Lullabie.     By  Nicholas  Breton,  159| 

Montrose's  Lines  ;  or,  A  Proper  New  Ballad  . 

Original  First  Part  (here  given  as  Second  :  now  new  Third) 
A  Proper  New  Ballad  ;  being  the  llegret  of  a  True  Lover  for 

his  Mistress's  Unkindness 
Diaphantas'  Words  to  Charidora,  upon  a  Disaster.     (Probably 

by  Sir  Robert  Aytoun,  see  Appendix,  p.  774) 


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The  Forlorn  Lover's  Lament.     {Ibid.)  .  .  .     586 

The  Gallani  Grahams  j  Walter  Scott's  Minstrelsy  version]  .     588 

The  Gallani  Grahams  of  Scotland       .  .  .  .590 

The  Life  and  Death  of  Sir  Hugh  of  the  Graeme  .  .     595 

Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grsemo'e  Downfall:  hanged  for  stealing  the 

Bishop's  Mare     ......      598 

Thomas  Armstrong's  Last  Good  Night,  1600  .  .     600 

Johnny  Armstrong's  last  Good-night.     By  T.R.         .  .     GO  1 

A  Delectable  New  Ballad  entitled  Leader  Haughs  and  Yarrow. 

Bv  Nichol  Burn,  the  Violer         ....     607 

The  Words  of  Burn,  the  Violer  .  .  .  .608 

Lord  Gregory.     By  Dr.  John  Walcot,  1787   .  .  .     609 

The  Lass  of  l  (cram     ......     61.3 

The   memorable   Battle   fought    at   Killiecrankie,    by   Chief 

Clavers  and  his  Highland  men,  1689       .  .  .     616 

Three  Ballads  on  the  Earl  of  Mar  .  .  .  .617 

"  Now,  now  comes  on  the  Glorious  Year."  Ey  T.  D'TTrfey,  1707  Ibid. 
A  Dialogue  between  the  Duke  of  Argyle  and  the  Earl  of  Mar     620 
An  Excellenl  New  Ballad,  Mar's  Lament  tor  his  Bebellion     .     621 
The  Clans'  Lamentation  against  Mar  &  their  own  Folly,  1715     622 
Jaci  5,1746:  "  Let  mournful  Britons."  .  .     623 

A  N<  w  Sung  called  the  Duke  of  Cumberland's  Victory  over 

the  Scotch  Ri  b<  U  at  Culloden-Moor,  near  Inverness,  1746     634 
gland's  Glory;    or,    Duke   William's  Triumph   over   the 
Itch-  Is  in  Scotland,  1746  .  .  .  .626 

" 'J ;     Sunt  is  np!  the  Hunt  is  up !  "  .  .  .     627 

P(  rcy  Folio.     Fragments  of  Lord  Barnett  aud  Little  Musgrove.      629 

The  Old  Ballad  oi  Little  Musgrove  and  the  Lady  Barnard  .      631 

i  ntable  Ballad  of  the  Little  Musgrove  &  the  Lady  Barnet     633 

The   W  ' -t -Country  Damosels  Complaint;  or,   The   Faithful 

Lovi  rs'  Lasl  Farewell     .....     635 

Sir  William  of  the  West;  or,  The  entire  Love  and  Courtship 
between  a  Noble  Knight  and  Beautiful  Mary,  a  Minister's 
Daughter  in  Dorsetshire  .... 

Fair  Margaret's  Misfortunes;  or,  Sweet  William's  Dream  on 
his  Wedding  Night,  etc.  .... 

Two  Ballads  on  Lord  Thomas  and  Fair  Eleanor 
The  Unfortunate  Forester;  or,  Fair  Eleanor's  Tragedy 
A  Tragical  Ballad  on  the  Unfortunate  Love  of  Lord  Thomas 
and   Fair  Eleanor  ;  together   with  the  Downfall  of  the 
'■'•  a  Girl 
The  Lady  [sabeUa's  Tragedy;  or,  The  Step-Mother's  Cruelty 
The  Spanish  Ladv's  Love 


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CONTENTS.  Vli** 

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A  Dialogue  between  an  Englishman  and  a  Spaniard  .              .  657 

The  Beggar-Maid  and  King  Coplietua.     By  Tennyson               .  658 

A  Song  of  a  King  and  a  Beggar.     By  Richard  Johnson,  1631    .  659 

Cupid's  Eevenge ;  or,  An  Account  of  a  King  (Cophetua)  who 

slighted  all  Women,  and  was  forced  to  marry  a  Beggar.  661 

The  Wandering  Prince  &  Princess;  or,  Musidorus  &  Amadine  664 

The  Complaint  of  Fair  Rosamond  {Extracts).  By  S.  Daniel,  1591  668 

The  Life  and  Death  of  Pair   Rosamond,   King  Henry  the 

Second's  Concubine.     By  Thomas  Deloney  .  .673 

The  Unfortunate  Concubine  ;  or,  Rosamond's  Overthrow         .  676 

Queen  Eleanor's  Confession  :   showing  how  King  Henry,  etc.  680 

The  Noble  Lord's  Cruelty  ;  or,  A  Pattern  of  True  Love          .  682 

A  proper  new  ballad  entitled  Jephtha,  Judge  of  Israel  .  685 
The  Legend  of  the  "Wandering  Jew  .  .  .688 
Complainte  du  Juif  Errant              .               .               .               -691 

The   Wandering   Jew;    or,    The    Shoe-maker   of  Jerusalem. 

(Attributed  doubtfully  to  T.  Deloney,  but  probably  later.)  693 

The  Wandering  Jew's  Chronicle,  1662            .              .              .  695 

Later  Additions,  1727       .....  698 

"  Ich  bin  der  alte  Ahasver  "  (for  Leland's  translation,  see  p.  779)  699 

The  Judgment  of  God  shewed  upon  one  John  Paustus,  D.D.  .  703 

Witchcraft  discovered  and  punished  ;  or,  the  Trials  and  Con- 
demnation of  three  Notorious  Witches  at  Exeter,  1682   .  706 
King  Leir  (Extracts  from  'A  Mironr  for  Magistrates,'  1574)      .  709 
Of  King  Leir  and  his  three  Daughters.  (By  Wra.  Warner,  1589)  712 

A  Lamentable   Song  of  the  Death   of   King  Leare  and  his 

Three  Daughters.     By  Richard  Johnson,  before  1620      .  714 

Tragical  History  of  King  Lear,  and  his  Three  Daughters        .  717 

On  the  Ign.  Don.'s  '  Great  Cryptogram  '  fiasco             .               .  720 

Lancelot  du  Lac :  From  Malory's  Morte  d' Arthur       .               .  721 

The  Noble  Acts,  newly  found,  of  Arthur  of  the  Table  Round. 

By  Thomas  Deloney        .....  722 

An  excellent  Ballad  of  St.  George  and  the  Dragon      .             .  727 

An  Heroical  Song  on  the  worthy  and  valiant  Exploits  of  our 

noble  Lord  General,  George,  Duke  of  Albemarle,  etc.      .  730 

Percy  Folio  MS.  fragment  of  Guy  and  Phillis                .               .  733 

A  Pleasant  Song  of  the  Valiant  Deeds  of  Chivalry,  achieved 

by  that  noble  Knight,  Sir  Guy  of  Warwick,  etc.              .  734 

The  Heroic  History  of  Guy,  Earl  of  Warwick.    By  H.  Crouch.  737 

How  it  became  impossible  to  exclude  the  Chevy-Chase  ballad    .  738 

A  Memorable  Song  on  the  Unhappy  Hunting  in  Chevy  Chase, 

between  Earl  Piercy  of  England  and  Earl  Douglas           .  740 

King  Henry  V.,  his  Conquest  of  France,  in  revenge  for  the 

Affront  offered  by  the  French  King,  etc.               .              .  744 

A  New  Ballad  of  King  John  and  the  Abbot  of  Canterbury      .  747 

The  King  and  the  Bishop;  or,  Unlearned  Men  hard,  etc.       .  751 


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The  Old  Abbot  and  King  Olfrey        .            .            .  753 

Bfoderation  and  Alteration.     By  George  Colman,  junior,  1789  .  755 

The  Old  Courtier  of  the  Quern,  &  New  Courtier  of  the  King  756 
\n  Old  Song  of  the  Old  Courtier  of  the  King's,  with  a  New 

g  of  a  new  Courtier  of  the  King's.     By  T.  Howard  .  758 

Editorial  Epilogue            .....  760 

Ent)  of  the  Croup  of  3Lnjcnoarg  nnrj  Homanttc  Valines. 

M  ■  ick-Beggar's  Hall,  with  its  situation  in  the  spacious  Country 

called  Anywhere             .....  762 

A  Lamentable  Ballad  of  the  Ladie's  Fall        .             .             .  764 
The  Fair  Maid  of  Dunsmore's  Lamentation,  occasioned  by 

Lord  Wigmore,  once  Governor  of  Warwick-Castle           .  767 
The  Lamentable  Song  of  Lord  "Wigmore,  Governor  of  Warwick 
Castle,  and  the  Fair  Maid  of  Dunsmoore,  as  a  Warning, 
etc.,  with  the  Complaint  of  Fair  Isabell,  for  the  Loss  of 

her  Honour.     By  llichard  Johnson,  1612            .             .  771 

Manuscript  version  of  Dainty,  come  tliou  to  me           .               .  773 

Love  in  a  Calm,  1659        .....  774 

<  »n  Diaphantus  and  Charidora.     By  Sir  Robert  Aytoun          .  775 

The  Lord's  Lamentation;  or,  The  Whittington  Defeat,  1747  .  777 

An  earlier  '  Complainte  du  Juif  Errant.'        .              .              .  778 

Ahasuerus :  Song  of  the  "Wandering  Jew.  Trans,  by  C.  G.  Leland  779 

Pepysian  broadside  version  of  St.  George  and  the  Dragon           .  780 

The  Birds'  Harmony  (Bodleian  and  Pepysian  earlier  version).  782 

The  Sea-man's.  Song  of  Captain  Ward,  the  famous  Pirate  of 

the  World,  and  an  Englishman  born        .              .              .  784 
A  Pleasant  Ditty  of  the  King  and  the  Soldier  ("  Our  noble 

King  in  his  Progress  ")  .              .              .              .              .  786 

An  Elegy  on  Captain  Thomas  Blood,  30  August,  1680            .  787 
The  '  Nell  and  Harry  '  Group,  long  dissevered,  but  re-united. 
"  Fair  Nelly  and  her  dearest  dear"  = Nelly's  sorrow  at  parting 

with  Henry.               .               .                .                .                .  789 

"  Their  sails  were  spread  "  =  Henry  setting  forth  .  -790 

"  I  loved  you  dearly,  I  loved  you  well  "  =Nelly's  Constancy      .  791 

"  Fair  maid,  you  say  you  loved  me  well."     Seaman's  Answer   .  792 
The  Faithful  Mariner  on  board  the  Britannia  to  fair  Isabel  in 

London  .......  793 

The  Unchangeable  Lovers,  with  The  Maiden's  Answer            .  795 
Saylors  for  my  Money  :  A  new  Ditty  in  Praise  of  Sailors  and 

Sea  Affairs.     By  Martin  Parker.             .             .             .  797 

List  of  Accredited  Authors  of  Ballads  in  this  Sixth  Volume    .  799 

Editorial  Finale  to  Vol.  VI. :  Phantasmagoria             .               .  800 

Index  of  First-Lines,  Burdens,  Tunes,  Titles,  and  Sub-titles  801 


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a  Jfteto  %>tmt  to  an  ©ID  Cune. 

117 HEN  we  all  grow  so  rigidly  moral 
That  we  cannot  afford  to  be  shock' d, 
But,  like  dear  little  Babes  sucking  coral, 
Are  in  Cradle-Delusions  well  rock'd, 
There  may  then  be  no  call  for  Old  Ballads, 

French-novels,  cayenne,  or  game- pie  : 
We  shall  all  mope  on  cold  tea  and  sallads, 
In  the  pale  wash'd-out  time,  By  and  Bye  I 

When  we've  Peace- Arbitrators  to  rule  us, 

No  nation  allow' d  to  make  war, 
Future  Bismarcks  or  Ferrys  may  fool  us, 

And  Court-plaister with  Treaties  each  scar  ; 
Woolwich-Infants,  torpedoes,  Greek-fire, 

Iron-clad s,  rifle-bores,  folks  decry  : 
let  us  hope  they'll  of  quarrels  grow  shyer, 
With  nought  to  defend,  By  and  Bye. 

When  we  grow  most  heart- rendingly  pious, 

Salvationists  being  upheld, 
Although  they  outrageously  try  us 

In  temper,  while  '  War-Cries'  are  yell' d ; 
We  may  yield  our  Cathedrals  and  Abbeys, 

Our  old  Minsters  that  soar  to  the  sky, 
To  be  zvhile-wash'd  for  ranters  and  tabbies — 

But  not  yet,  till  we  reach  By  and  Bye. 

When  they  heave  down  each  monarch  and  bishop, 

As  'expensive,  luxurious,  effete? 
They  a  substitute  brand-new  must  fish-up, 

To  make  their  millennium  complete. 
Vegetarians  may  croak  things  unpleasant, 

local  Option  keep  ev'ry  one  dry  ; 
For  my  part,  still  content  with  The  Present, 

I  won't  stay  till  their  sweet  By  and  Bye. 

J.    WOODFALL    EBSWORTH. 
November  19,  1884. 

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"  Ami  near  mo  on  the  grass  lies  Glanvil's  honk — 
Come,  l"t  me  read  the  oft-read  tale  again, 

The  story  of  thai  Oxford  scholar  poor 
Of  pregnant  parts  and  quick  inventive  brain, 
"Who,  timl  ot  knocking  at  Preferment's  door 

( Ine  summer  morn  forsook 
His  friends,  and  went  to  learn  the  Gipsy  lore, 

And  roam'd  the  world  with  that  wild  brotherhood, 
And  came,  as  most  men  deem'd,  to  little  good, 
But  came  to  Oxford  and  his  friends  no  more." 

— Matthew  Arnold's  Scholar  Gipsy. 


E  possess  in  the  Roxburghe  Collection  the  original  ballad  of 
"Hallo,  my  Fancy!  -whither  wilt  thou  go?"  and  the  clever 
imitation  of  it,  written  by  Dr.  Robert  Wild,  beginning  "  In  a 
melancholy  study,  none  but  my  self."  Additional  verses  of  the  former 
were  attributed  as  early  work  to  William  Cleland,  a  Lieut.-colonel 
among  the  Covenanters  in  the  North,  but  he  is  said  to  have  been 
born  in  1061,  and  there  are  extant  printed  copies  of  Wild's  imitation, 
dated  1656,  in  Wit  and  Broiler;/,  p.  143;  and  1661,  p.  223. 

Dr.  Wild's  "The  Shiftless  Student "  (p.  456)  was  certainly  written 
before  the  close  of  1641,  circa  February,  164°;  the  original  six 
stanzas  were  entered  in  the  Stationers'  Registers  to  Richard  Harper, 
30  Dec,  1639,  as  c  Ha,  ha,  my  fancy  /'  We  attach  little  weight  to 
the  claim  advanced  posthumously  in  1697  for  Cleland's  authorship. 
At  that  date,  in  "A  Collection  of  several  Poems  and  Verses  composed 
upon  various  Occasions,"  it  appears  as  the  opening  piece,  "Hollow, 
my  fancie  ?  "  It  was  afterwards  reprinted  by  James  Watson  in  "A 
Choice  Collection  of  Comic  and  Serious  Scots  Songs,"  1706  ;  but  Scotch 
publishers  and  critics  enjoy  an  unenviable  notoriety  for  annexing 
unblushingly  the  works  of  English  writers,  declaring  them  to  be 
indisputably  of  Caledonian  birth.  They  falsely  claim  for  him  the 
final  stanza. 

As  to  Cleland,  if  we  were  to  admit  the  claim  made  for  him  as  author 
of  eight  of  the  ten  supplementary  stanzas,  we  defy  any  person  to 
regard  these  additions  as  worthy  companions  of  the  rich  and  fanciful 
original  six  stanzas  belonging  to  a  much  earlier  date.  In  them  are 
visible  alike  poetic  imagination  and  constructive  talent.  To  mark 
the  distinction  clearly,  and  for  all  time,  we  degrade  into  brevier 
type  the  somewhat  incongruous  Clelandisms,  while  printing  the 
original  stock  in  long-primer  type.  Moreover,  we  give,  on  p.  451 
the  authentic  transcript  of  the  unextended  poem,  as  copied  into 
the  Percy  Folio  MS.,  certainly  before  1650.  To  this  we  owe  the 
important  correction  "  Through  the  welkin  dance  I ;  "  instead  of 
the  corrupt  reading  "  Vulcan  dansy,"  in  third  line  :  and  "  fiery  elf," 
i.e.  Will-of-the-Wisp,  instead  of  'Fairy  elf,'  in  the  fourth  line. 


451 

[Percy  Folio  MS.,  British  Museum  Add.  MS.,  27,879,  fol.  194,  195.] 

5>Qllotoc  me  jfancpc* 

IN"  a  Melancholly  faucy,  out  of  my  selfe, 
thorrow  the  welkin  dance  I, 
all  the  world  survayinge,  noe  where  stayinge  ; 
like  vnto  the  fierye  elfe,  [=Will  o'  th'  Wisp. 

Ouer  the  topps  of  hyest  mountaines  skipping, 
Ouer  the  plaines,  the  woods,  the  valleys,  tripping, 
Ouer  the  seas  without  oare  of  shipping, 
hollow,  me  fancy  !  wither  wilt  thou  goe  ? 

Amydst  the  cloudy  vapors,  faine  wold  I  see 

what  are  those  burning  tapors 

wch  benight  vs  and  affright  vs, 

&  what  the  Meetors  bee. 

Faine  wold  I  know  what  is  the  roaring  thunder,  [fo.  195. 

&  the  bright  Lightning  wch  cleeues  the  clouds  in  sunder, 

&  what  the  cometts  are  att  wch  men  gaze  &  wonder, 

Hollow,  me,  &c. 

Looke  but  downe  below  me  where  you  may  be  bold, 

where  none  can  see  or  know  mee, 

all  the  world  of  gadding,  running  of  madding, 

none  can  their  stations  hold : 

One,  he  sitts  drooping  all  in  a  dumpish  passion, 

another,  hee  is  for  mirth,  and  recreation  ; 

the  3d>  he  hangs  his  head  because  hees  out  of  fassion, 

Hollow,  &c. 

See,  See,  See,  what  a  bustling  ! 

Now  I  descry  one  another  Iustlynge  ! 

how  they  are  turmoyling,  one  another  foyling, 

&  how  I  past  them  bye  ! 

hee  yts  aboue,  him  [tha]ts  below  despiseth  ;  [blotted. 

hee  yts  below,  doth  enuye  him  that  ryseth  ; 

eu[er]ye  man  his  plot  &  counter  plott  deviseth. 

Hollow[,  etc]. 

Shipps,  Shipps,  Shipps,  I  descry  now  ! 

crossing  on  the  maine,  I'le  goe  too,  and  try  now, 

what  they  are  p[ro]iecting  &  p[ro]tecting  ; 

&  when  the  turne  againe. 

One,  hees  to  keepe  his  country  from  inuadinge  ; 

another,  he  is  for  Merchandise  &  tradinge  ; 

the  other  Lyes  att  home  like  summers  cattle  shadding. 

Hollow[,  etc]. 

Hollow,  me  fancy,  hollow  ! 

I  pray  thee  come  vnto  mee,  I  can  noe  longer  follow  ! 

I  pray  thee  come  &  try  [me]  ;  doe  not  flye  me  ! 

Sithe  itt  will  noe  better  bee, 

Come,  come  away  !  Leave  of  thy  Lofty  soringe, 

Come  stay  att  home,  &  on  this  booke  be  poring  ! 

For  he  yt  gads  abroad,  he  hath  the  lesse  in  storinge. 

Welcome,  my  fancye  !  welcome  home  to  mee  ! 

iFt'm's. 


F 


452 


I  Koxburghe  Collection,  III.  537.     Also,  with  differences,  Douce,  II.  269.] 

H&efilam  Schoolman. 

2)r,  gome  Hinns  matic  up  an  English  i/Doble  span,  tgat 

tongs  in  Bedlam. 
To  [ts  own  PRorEK  Tune,  Jlolow  my  Faneie,  whither  wilt  thou  go  f 

Nto  a  Melancholick  Faneie, 
Out  of  my  self; 

Into  the  [Welkin  dance  I],  ["  Vulcan  dancie." 

All  the  World  surveying-,  No  where  staying, 

Just  like  a  Fairie  Elff:  l&  p-  4S0- 

Out  o're  the  tops  of  highest  mountains  skipping, 
Out  o're  the  hills,  the  trees,  and  valleys  tripping, 
Out  o're  the  ocean  Seas,  without  an  oare  or  shipping : 

IJolow,  my  Faneie  !  wither  wilt  thou  go  ? 

Anr'dst  the  misty  vapours, 

fain  would  I  know 
What  doth  cause  the  tapers?  [«•  Tapours." 

Why  the  Clouds  benight  us,  and  affright  us; 
\<  hile  we  travel  here  below  ? 
Fain  would  I  know  what  makes  the  roaring  Thunder  ? 
And  what  these  lightnings  be,  that  rent  the  clouds  asunder  ? 
And  what  these  Comets  are,  on  which  we  gaze  and  wonder  ? 
Jlolow,  my  Faneie  !  [whither  wilt  thou  go  ?] 

Fain  would  I  know  the  reason, 

why  the  little  Ant,  [misprinted  "Aunt.' 

All  the  Summer  season, 
Layeth  up  provision,  upon  condition, 
to  know  no  Winter's  want  P 
And  how  these  Huse- wives,  that  are  so  good  and  painful, 
iJo  unto  tluir  Husbands  prove  so  good  and  gainful? 
And  why  these  lazy  Drones,  to  them  do  prove  disdainful  ? 
Holow,  [my  Faneie  .'  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?] 

Ships !  Ships  !  I  will  discrie  you, 

amidst  the  main  ; 
I  will  come  and  try  you, 
What  you  are  protecting,  and  projecting, 
What's  your  end  and  aim  ? 
One  goes  abroad  for  Merchandise  and  Trading, 
Another  stayes  to  keep  his  Countrey  from  invading, 
A  third  is  coming  home  with  rich  and  wealth  of  loading. 
Jlolow,  [my  Faneie  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?~\ 


The  original  "Hallo  !  my  Fancy"  4-">3 

When  I  look  be[low]  me,  ["before  me" 

there  I  do  behold, 
There's  none  that  sees  or  knows  me  ; 
All  the  World's  a-gadding,  Running  and  madding, 
none  doth  his  station  hold  : 
He  that  is  below  envieth  him  that  riseth, 
And  he  that  is  above,  him  that's  below  despiseth, 
So  every  man  his  plot  and  counter-plot  deviseth. 
Holow,  [my  Fancie  !  ivhither  wilt  thou  go  ?] 

Look !  Look  !  what  a  bustling,  \-Al-  lect->  "See. see-" 

Here  I  do  espy  ! 
Each  one  another  justling, 
Every  one  turmoiling,  One  another  spoiling, 
As  I  did  pass  them  by : 
One  sitteth  musing  in  a  dumpish  Passion, 
Another  hangs  his  head,  because  he's  out  of  fashion, 
A  third  is  fully  bent  on  sport  and  recreation  : 

Holow,  [my  Fancie  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  f\  l 

Fain  would  I  be  resolved, 
how  things  are  done  ? 
And  where  the  Bull  was  calved, 
Of  bloody  Fhalaris,  And  where  [the]  Taylor  is,  ["  Falaris" 

that  works  to  the  Man-m-the  Mooa? 
Fain  would  I  know  how  Cupid  aims  so  rightly  P 
And  how  these  little  Fairies  do  dance  and  leap  so  lightly  ? 
And  where  fair  Cynthia  makes  her  ambles  nightly  ? 
Hulow,  [my  Fancie  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?] 

In  conceit  like  Phaeton,  [Attrib.  to  Cleland. 

I'll  mount  Phoebus  chaire  ! 
Having  ne're  a  hat  on, 
All  my  hair's  a-burning,  in  my  journeying, 
Hurrying  through  the  Air  ! 
Fain  would  I  hear  his  fiery  Horses  neighing  ! 
And  see  how  they  on  foamy  bitts  are  playing  ! 
All  the  Stars  and  Planets  I  will  be  surveying  ! 
Holow,  \_my  Fancie  !  ivhither  wilt  thou  go  ?~\ 

1  Here  intervenes  a  stanza  (but  not  by  William  Cleland)  in  later  copies  : — 

Amidst  the  f'oamie  Ocean, 

Fain  would  1  know 
"What  doth  cause  the  motion, 
And  returning,  in  its  journeying, 
And  doth  so  seldom  swerve  ? 
And  how  these  little  Fishes,  that  swim  beneath  salt  water, 
l)o  never  blind  their  eye,  methinks,  it  is  a  matter 
An  inch  above  the  reach  of  old  Erra  Pater  ! 
Holow,  my  Fancie  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ? 

["  Erra  Pater  ."  see  introduction  and  notes  to  the  "  Wandering  Jew,"  post.] 


454  The  original  "  Hallo  !  my  Fauci/." 

0,  from  what  ground  of  Nature,  [Cleland's. 

Doth  the  Pelican, 
That  self-devouring  creature, 
Prove  so  Eroward,  and  untoward, 
Hi  r  A.'it.i1s  for  to  strain  ! 
And  why  the  subtile  Fox,  while  in  death's  wounds  is  lying, 
Doth  not  lament  his  pangs,  by  howling  and  by  crying? 
And  why  the  milk-white  Swan  doth  sing  when  she's  a  dying. 
Holow,  [my  Fancii  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  T\ 

Fain  would  I  conclude  this,  [Cleland's. 

al  least  make  an  essay, 
What  similitude  is ; 
Why  Fowls  of  a  leather  Do  flock  and  fly  together? 
and  Lambs  know  Beasts  of  prey? 
How  Nature's  Alchymists,  these  small  laborious  creatures, 
Acknowledge  still  a  Prince  in  ordering  their  matters, 
And  Buffers  none  to  Live,  who  slothing  lose  their  features? 
Holow,  [my  Fancie  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?] 

I'm  rapt  with  admiration,  [Cleland,s. 

when  I  do  ruminate, 
Men  of  one  Occupation, 
How  each  one  calls  him  '  Brother  !  '  Yet  each  envieth  other, 

and  yet  still  intimate  ! 
Yea,  I  adu  ire  to  see,  some  Native's  farther  sund'red 
Than  A   i   x  dt  s  to  us.     Is  it  not  to  be  wond'red, 
In  Myriads  ye'll  find  of  one  mind  scarce  an  hundred  ! 
Holow,  [my  Fancie  !  whither  icilt  thou  go  ?] 

What  multitude  of  notions  [Cleland's. 

doth  perturb  my  Pate, 
Considering  the  motions, 
How  [th'J  Heavens  they  are  preserved  !  and  this  World  served, 

in  moisture,  light,  and  heat ! 
If  one  Spirit  sits  the  outmost  Circle  turning, 
Or  it  one  turns  another  continuing  in  journeying  ; 
If  rapid  circles'  motion  be  that  which  they  call  burning, 
Holow,  [my  Fancie  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?] 

Fain  also  would  I  prove  this,  [Cleland,s. 

by  considering, 
What  that  which  yon  call  Love  is  ? 
Whether  it  he  a  Folly,  or  a  Melancholy, 

or  some  Heroick  thing  ! 
Fain  would  I  have  it  proved,  by  one  whom  Love  hath  wounded, 
And  fully  upon  one  [his  own]  desire  hath  founded,  ["their." 

That  nothing  els  could  please  them,  tho'  the  World  were  rounded? 
Holow,  [my  Fancie  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?~\ 

To  know  this  World's  Center,  [Cleland's. 

Geight,  depth,  breadth,  and  length, 
Fain  would  1  adventure, 
To  search  the  hid  attractions  of  Magnetick  actions, 

ami  Adamantici  strength  !  [Adamantine. 

Fain  would  I  know,  if  in  some  lofty  mountain, 
Where  the  Moon  sojourns,  if  there  be  trees  or  fountain  ? 
If  there  be  1»  astfi  oi   prey  ?  or  yet  be  fields  to  hunt  in  ? 
Holow,  [my  Fancie  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?] 


The  original  "  Hallo  !  my  Fancy.1"  455 

Fain  would  I  have  it  tried,  [Cleland's. 

by  Experiments, 
By  none  can  be  denied ; 
If  in  this  bulk  of  Nature  there  be  voids  less  or  greater, 

Or  all  remains  compleat  ? 
Fain  would  I  know  if  Beasts  have  any  Reason  ? 
If  Falcons  killing  Eagles,  do  commit  a  Treason  ? 
If  fear  of  Winter's  want  makes  Swallowes  fly  the  season  ? 
Holow,  \jny  Fancie  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?] 

Holow  !    my  Fande,  holow  !  [Original,  resumed. 

Stay  thou  at  home  with  me, 
I  can  thee  no  longer  follow, 
Thou  hast  betray 'd  me,  and  bewray'd  me  ; 
It  is  too  much  for  thee. 
Stay,  stay  at  home  with  me  !  leave  off  thy  lofty  soaring  ; 
Stay  at  home  with  me,  and  on  thy  books  be  poring : 
For  he  that  goes  abroad,  layes  little  up  in  storing  : 
Thou\^rt\  welcome  home,  my  Fancie,  welcome  home  to  me  ! 

Jims. 

[No  publisher's  imprint  or  woodcut.     In  white-letter,  a  comparatively  modern 
Reprint.      Date  of  earliest  composition — without  additions— certainly  before 
1641.     The  original  is  virtually  preserved  for  us  in  its  integrity,  without  later 
admixture,  in  the  six  stanzas  version  of  the  invaluable  Percy  Folto  Manu- 
script, now  in  the  British  Museum,  Addit.  MS.  27,879,  which  we  print,  for 
comparison,  in  our  introduction  on  p.  451;     Its  first  and  second  stanza  corre- 
spond with  ours  ;  its  third  with  our  fifth  ;  its  fourth  with  our  sixth  ;  its  fifth 
with  our  fourth  ;  and,  finally,  its  sixth  with  our  sixteenth,  or  seventeenth  if 
we  include  the  stanza  in  note,  p.  453.    So  there  are  eleven  stanzas  not  of  original 
manufacture.     It  is  reprinted,  similarly,  in  Wit  and  Mirth,  1684,  p.  73.] 
*,*  The  gallant  Cavalier  is  anonymous  who  gave  us  this  '  Bedlam  Schoolman,' 
with  its  burden  of  "Hallo,  my  Fancy!  whither  wilt  thou  go?"     He  found  a 
worthy  imitator,  and  speedily,  not  later  than  1641,  in  Dr.  Robert  Wild,  whose 
"  Alas,  poor  Scholar  !  whither  loilt  thou  go  ?"  follows,  to  the  same  tune,  on  our 
p.  456: — the  prototype  of  Matthew  Arnold's  "Scholar  Gipsy,"  with   all   his 
associations  of  Oxford  loveliness  clinging  around  him  for  ever.     It  is  a  vigorous 
and  lively  satire,  worthy  of  John  Cleveland,  displaying  the  college  student  of 
troubled  times ;  far  beyond  anything  that  in  later  days  young  Cleland  could  have 
written  at  St.  Andrews  or  Edinburgh.     It  was  printed  among  Dr.  Robert  Wild's 
poems,   in  earliest  collected  editions,   but  this  is  not  certain  evidence  though 
plausible.     Wild  was  ultimately  a  non-conformist,  but  not  disloyal.     He  wrote 
the  "Iter  Boreale,"  beginning  "The  day  is  broke,  Melpomene  be  gone!"  in 
honour  of  Lord  General  George  Monk's  march  from  Scotland  to  London,  1660. 
Also,  a  comedy,  called  "  The  Benefice,"  printed  in  4to.  1689.     This  was  founded 
on  the  long-earlier   "  Return  from   Parnassus;   or,    The  Scourge  of  Simony,'" 
acted  at  Cambridge  in  1602,  and  reprinted  at  Oxford  (with  the  long-lost  preceding 
'two  parts,'  from  Thomas  Hearne's  MSS.,  at  the  Bodleian)  in  1886. 

From  Arnold's  poem  of  '  The  Scholar  Gipsy,'  mentioned  above,  we  have  taken 
the  fourth  stanza  as  our  motto,  on  p.  450.  In  exquisitely  melodious  verse,  it 
tells  anew  the  story  from  Glanvil's  Vanity  of  Dogmatizing,  1661,  and  embodies 
the  dissatisfied  weariness  of  our  later  day  ;  even  as  James  Thomson  did,  appal- 
lingly, in  his  City  of  Dreadful  Night,  1880.  Hobert  Wild's  '  Poor  Scholar'  or 
'  Shiftlesse  Student,'  is  sadder  than  Glanvil's,  despite  the  vein  of  mockery. 


456 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  633.] 

Zlae,  poore  Sculler !  22tt)ttl)er 

toilt  rfioti  go  ?  or, 

Strange  Alterations  mhirrj  at  this  time  he, 
^There's  martg  ofti  think  they  neucr  shoulo  ace. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Halloo,  my  Fancy,  etc. 


I 


'N  a  Melancholy  Study, 
None  but  my  self, 
Methought  my  Muse  grew  muddy 
After  seven  yens  Reading,  and  costly  breeding, 

I  felt,  but  could  find  no  pelf: 
Into  learned  rags  I've  rent  my  Plush  and  Satten 
And  now  am  fit  to  beg  in  Hebrew,  Greek,  and  Latin  ; 
Instead  of  Aristotle,  would  I  had  got  a  Patten,  [monopoly,  patent. 
Alas,  poor  Scholar  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ? 

Cambridge,  now  I  must  leave  thee, 
And  follow  Pate, 

College  hopes  do  deceive  me  ; 
I  oft  expected  to  have  been  elected, 

But  Desert  is  reprobate. 
Masters  of  Colleges  have  no  common  Graces, 
And  they  that  have  Pellowships  have  but  common  places, 
And  those  that  Scholars  are,  they  must  have  handsome  faces  : 

Alas,  poor  Scholar  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ? 

I  have  bow'd,  I  have  bended, 

And  all  in  hope 
One  day  to  be  befriended  : 
I  have  preach'd,  I  have  printed,  what  e'er  I  hinted, 

To  please  our  English  Pope.  P-e-  Archbp.  Laud. 

I  worship'd  towards  the  East,  but  the  sun  doth  now  forsake  me  ; 
I  find  that  I  am  falling,  the  Northern  winds  do  shake  me  :  [1WI- 
Would  I  had  been  upright,  for  Bowing  now  will  break  me : 
Alas,  poor  Scholar  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ? 

At  great  preferment  I  aimed, 

"Witness  my  Silk  ; 
But  now  my  hopes  are  maimed  : 
I  looked  lately  to  live  most  stately 

And  have  a  Dairy  of  Bell-ropes'-Milk  ;  [*•'■  Benefice. 

But  now,  alas  !  my  self  I  must  not  flatter, 
Bigamy  of  Steeples  is  no  laughing  matter  :  [Pluralities. 

Each  man  must  have  but  one,  and  Curates  will  grow  fatter. 
Alas,  poor  Scholar  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ? 


Dr.  Robt.  Wild's  '  Alas  !  poor  Scholar:  457 

Into  some  Country  Village 
Now  I  must  go, 

"Where  neither  Tythe  nor  Tillage 
The  greedy  Patron  and  parched  Matron 

Swear  to  the  Church  they  owe  : 
Yet  if  I  can  preach,  and  pray  too  on  a  sudden,       t*-e-  extempore. 
And  confute  the  Pope,  at  adventure,  without  studying, 
Then  ten  pounds  a  year,  besides  a  Sunday  Pudding  ! 

\_Alas,  poor  Scholar  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?~\ 

All  the  Arts  I  have  skill  in, 

Divine  and  Humane, 
Yet  all's  not  worth  a  shilling ; 
"When  the  women  hear  me,  they  do  but  jeer  me, 

And  say  I  am  profane  : 
Once,  I  remember,  I  preached  with  a  Weaver, 
I  quoted  Au'stin,  He  quoted  Bod  and  Cle[_a\ver. 
I  nothing  got  ;  He  got  a  Cloak  and  Beaver  : 
A  las,  poor  Scholar  !  iv  hither  ivilt  thou  go  ? 

Ships,  ships,  ships,  I  discover, 

Crossing  the  Main : 
Shall  I  in,  and  go  over, 
Turn  Jew  or  Atheist,  Turk  or  Papist, 

To  Geneva  or  Amsterdam  ? 
Bishopricks  are  void  in  Scotland,  shall  I  thither  ? 
Or  follow  Windebank  and  Finch,  to  see  if  either 
Do  want  a  Priest  to  shrive  them  ?  0  no,  'tis  blust'ring  weather. 
Alas,  poor  Scholar  !  whither  wilt  thou  go  ? 

Ho  !  ho  !  ho !  I  have  hit  it, 

Peace,  good-man  Fool ! 
Thou  hast  a  Trade  will  fit  it ; 
Draw  thy  Indenture,  Be  bound  at  adventure 

An  Apprentice  at  a  Free-School. 
There  thou  may'st  command  by  William  Lillye's  Charter ; 
There  thou  may'st  whip,  strip,  and  hang,  and  draw,  and  quarter, 
And  commit  to  the  Red  Rod  both  Will  and  Tom  and  Arthur. 
Aye,  aye,  His  thither,  thither  will  1  go.  [Orig.,  I,  i,  'tis. 

[Written  by  Robert  Wild,  D.D.] 

[No  imprint.  Three  'woodcuts.  Printed  for  the  Booksellers  in  London  before 
1668.  Date  of  composition  1641  :  time  of  Secretary  Windebank  and  Finch's 
flight  from  England  to  France,  January  164f.  The  cuts  are  not  yet  re- 
engraved.  They  are,  1st,  a  studious  man,  enrobed,  sitting  disconsolately, 
gazing  on  the  hearth  where  damp  twigs  are  smouldering  ;  a  tortoise  at  his  feet. 
2nd,  a  Pilgrim,  with  cockle-shell  of  St.  Iago  in  flap-hat,  and  staff  in  hand. 
3rd,  picture  of  a  ship,  within  an  ornamental  frame.] 


458 

Etoxburghe  Collection,  IV.  81  ;  Pepys  Coll.,  III.  329.] 

Clje  pounij  avail's  Labour  lost. 

II.-  with  a  fair  Maid  was  in  love, 

lint  she  to  him  unkind  did  prove: 

A-  bj  this  ditt]  you  shall  bear, 

\\  young  mm  tiny  will  but  draw  near  ; 

And  Maidens  too  it  doth  advise, 

To  h;un  henceforth  to  he  wiso. 

To  Tin-.  Tim:  of,  The  Jeering   Young  Man.    [See  p.  459.] 

AS  I  past  by  a  green-w 1  side,  a  pritty  couple  I  espy'd, 
A  young-man  and  a  dainty  lass,  but  mark  what  alter  came  to  pass: 
lie  thoughl  In  r  humours  for  to  lit,  but  yei  she  was  too  ripe  a  wit ; 
Sin  would  noi  yield  to  his  desire,  as  by  this  story  you  shall  hear. 

To  complemenl  he  did  begin,  the  maid's  affection  for  to  win, 
With  speeches  fair  he  did  intreat,  and  often  said  his  heart  would  break  ; 
Quoth  h<'.  "  I  am  my  father's  heir,  and  have  threescore  pound  a  year, 
I  will  maintain  you  gallantly,  it  thou  wilt  yield  my  bride  to  be. 

Therefore  I  pray  you  be  not  coy,  for  thou  shalt  be  my  only  joy  ; 
If  tin. ii  deny'sl  thou  wilt  break  my  heart,  lor  did'st  thou  know  the  deadly  smart 
Which  I  sustain  both  day  and  night,  for  thee  which  art  my  heart's  delight, 
Tin  refore  my  dear  si  pitty  me,  or  1  shall  dye  lor  love  of  thee." 

STfje  fflmU 

Good  Sir,  I  thank  you  for  your  love,  of  your  discourse  I  don't  approve; 
For  many  now-a-days  I  see,  do  bring  themselves  to  poverty, 
By  marrying  whilst  they  are  so  young,  but.  I'le  not  do  my  self  such  wrong  : 
Tiierelore  forbear,  thy  suit's  in  vain,  I  will  not  marry  I  tell  thee  plain. 

You  say  you  have  threescore  pound  a  year,  what  if  thou  hast?  I  do  not  care, 
I  knew  those  who  had  three  times  more,  and  spent  it  all  upon  a  whore  : 
And  so  may  thou  for  ought  I  know,  for  all  you  make  so  fair  a  show : 
Then  he  content,  and  do  not  prate,  for  fear  that  I  should  break  thy  pate." 

2E|)c  |3aunij=fRan. 

Tin  young-man  standing  in  amaze,  and  on  the  maid  did  strangely  gaze; 
At  last  he  mad.'  her  this  reply,  and  unto  her  these  words  did  say  : 
Wha1  ail-  thee  for  to  be  so  cross,  in  troth  I  like  thee  worse  and  worse: 
Oi  all  th.-  maid-  that  e're  I  see,  I  never  heard  the  like  of  thee. 

Sw.  et-heart,  bi  lieve  me,  or  else  chuse,  I'de  have  thee  know  I  am  none  of  those, 
'J  hat  -j).  nd  my  means  upon  a  whore,  or  run  upon  the  ale-wives  score  : 
No,  I  v.  ill  better  be  advis'd,  It's  good  to  lie  merry  and  wise: 
For  friends  I  see  are  very  scant,  it  that  a  man  do  come  to  want." 

fHafo. 

My  friend,''  quoth  she,  "  what  you  have  said,  is  not  half  true  I  am  afraid  ; 
I  .  annot  think  you're  so  precise,  one  may  see  plainly  by  your  eyes: 
Your  hair  i-  oi  tin-  colour  right,  to  couzen  maids  is  your  delight: 
lint  thou  -halt  ne'r  pro'.,   false  to  mc,  or  I  will  ae'r  prove  true  to  thee. 

Therefore  forbear  m\  company,  and  henceforth  come  not  [to]  me  nigh, 
For  I  am  not  resolv'd  to  w.  d,  nor  yi  t  to  lose  my  maiden-head  ; 
A  single  Life  i-  void  of  care,  tor  marry'd  wives  must  pinch  and  spare 
'Heir  chargi  for  t<>  maint  iin,  1  see:  therefore  a  single  life  for  me." 


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The  Young-Man 's  Labour  Lost. 


459 


m)t  JHan. 

"  Seeing  thou  provest  so  unlund,  I  am  resolv'd  to  change  my  mind  : 
A  hundred  pound  I  have  in  store,  and  threescore  pound  a  year  and  more  : 
If  I  can  find  an  honest  girl,  I'le  prize  her  more  than  gold  or  pearl, 
And  she  shall  live  a  Lathe's  life,  after  she's  made  my  wedded  wife. 

"  And  so  farewel,  thou  scornful  dame,  in  time  thou  may'st  repent  the  same, 
That  thou  to  me  didst  prove  untrue,  in  time  thou  mayst  have  cause  to  rue  : 
Hefore  that  I  will  marry  thee,  1  will  be  hang'd  upon  a  tree  : 
Rather  I  will  give  my  wealth  and  store  to  one  that  begs  from  door  to  door." 

JWafo. 

"  Farewel,  be  gone,  thou  sawcy  Jack,  with  thy  wealth  and  money  prithee  pack  ! 
My  portion  is  an  hundred  pound,  in  silver  and  good  gold  so  round : 
Besides  my  mother  she  doth  cry,  I  shall  have  all  when  she  doth  dye  ; 
Then  what  need  I  care  for  thy  wealth,  even  as  thou  said'st,  go  bang  thy  self  ! 

"  For  I  am  resolved  as  I  begun,  to  end  and  so  conclude  my  song, 
A  single  life  I  hold  it  best,  and  thereon  still  my  mind  is  prest. 
For  marriage  brings  sorrow  and  care,  so  in  it  l'le  not  have  a  share  : 
Since  youug-men  are  so  fickle  grown,  I  am  resolv'd  to  hold  my  own." 

So  maids  of  you  I'le  tal<e  my  leave,  let  no  false  young-man  you  deceive  ; 
For  many  they  are  hard  to  trust,  scarce  one  in  twenty  proveth  just : 
I  for  my  own  part  will  advise,  all  maids  henceforth  for  to  be  wise  : 
And  have  a  care  who  you  do  wred,  for  fear  you  bring  a  knave  to  bed. 

jFt'm's. 

Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  J.  Wright,  J.  Clarke,  W.  Thackeray,  and 

T.  Passinger. 

[Black-letter.     Two  woodcuts  :  as  below.     Date,  circa  167G.     "The  Jeering 
Young  Man  "  (not  yet  found)  was  entered  on  the  Registers  in  1674  ;  as  a  transfer.] 


Tl 


460 


Ipljillitm  jriouto  mc- 

"My  Phyllida,  my  Phyllida,  is  all  the  world  to  me  !  " 

— Austin  Dobson :  At  the  Sign  of  the  Lyre. 


HIS  is  the  delightful  complaint  of  a  hefooled  Inamorato  ;  not 
many  degrees  removed  above  Master  Slender,  whose  disappointed 
passion  for  "  Swivt  Anne  Page"  brought  him  to  an  untimely  end, 
if  we  are  to  believe  Jem  White's  Fahtaffe  Letters.  That  '  Phillida 
flouts  me  '  belongs  to  the  closing  days  of  Queen  Besse  is  proved  by 
it  being  styled  'a  new  Northern  tune,'  when  cited  for  "A  short  and 
sweet  sonnet  made  by  one  of  the  Maides  of  Honor  upon  the  Death 
of  Queene  Elizabeth,"  1602,  beginning,  "Gone  is  Elizabeth,"  and 
printed  in  the  1612  edition  of  The  Crowne  Garland  of  Golden  Roses. 
It  was  probably  the  same  tune  as  I  am  so  deep  in  love  (see  p.  252). 

"  Phillida  flouts  me  "  was  one  of  the  fair  milkmaid's  three  songs 
mentioned  in  Izaak  Walton's  Compleat  Angler,  1653,  along  with 
"  Come,  Shepherds,  deck  your  heads,"  and  "  As  at  noon  Dulcina 
rested,"  already  given  on  p.  166.  The  music  is  reprinted  in  Mr. 
William  Chappell's  Popular  Music,  p.  183,  with  the  words  from 
The  Theatre  of  Compliments;  or,  New  Academy,  1689  ;  as  previously 
adopted  by  Joseph  llitson  in  his  Ancient  Songs,  p.  235,  1792. 

Its  highest  grace  and  honour  came  in  recent  days,  when  the 
witcheries  of  the  old  flirtation  and  perplexity  were  made  pictorial, 
by  the  dainty  sportiveness  of  Edwin  A.  Abbey  {cf.  pp.  463,  464). 

[Other  readings  :  — 1st  stanza,  Oh,  what  a  pain  .  .  I  cannot  bear  it  .  .  She  so 
torments  .  .  .  heart  faileth,  And  wavers  .  .  .  may,  Nhe  loves  still  to  gainsay, 
etc.     2nd  stanza,  Will  had  her  to  the  Vine  .  .  .  lookt  askance,  etc.     4th  stanza, 

I  often  heard  her  say,  that  she  loved  posies  ;         [our  7th  stanza. 

In  the  last  month  of  May  I  gave  her  roses, 

Cowslips  and  gilly- flowers,  etc. 

Our  fourth  stanza  comes  next, — Swig  whey  until  you  burst,  eat  bramble-berries 
[doubtful  reading,  as  '  whig  '  meant  sour  whey,  the  supposed  origin  of  the  nick- 
applied  to  the  sour-douk  butter-milk  drinking  Scotch  disloyalists] :  wether's 
skin  [the  riirlit  word,  not  'weaver's,'  at.  lect.,  unless  that  were  a  cant-word  for 
silk].    Instead  of  our  ninth  stanza,  beginning  "I  cannot  work,"  some  run  thus — 

Wliiili  way  soe'er  I  go,  she  still  torments  me  ; 
And,  what  soe'er  I  do,  nothing  contents  me. 
I  fade  and  pine  away, 
....  all  because  my  dear,  etc. 

Lastly,  "  She  hath  a  cloth  of  mine,"  instead  of  "if  she  frown,"  this  reading, 
Jiut  if  she  flinch  on  me,  she  shall  ne'er  wear  it  ; 
To  Tibb  my  t'other  wench  I  mean  to  bear  it. 
And  yet  it  grieves  my  heart, 
So  -nun  from  her  to  part, 
I  >i  .it  1 1  stings  me  with  his  dart : 
Phillida  fonts  me  !  [See  also  Marginalia. 

With  music  it  was  reprinted  by  John  Watts  in  The  Musical  Miscellany,  vol.  ii. 
p.  132,  1729,  and  on  p.  136  there  followed  "  The  Answer  "  (see  our  p.  463,  post). 


461 


[Koxburghe  Collection,  III.  142,  apparently  unique,  as  broadside.] 

|0f)tUiDa  flouts  me ; 

£)r,  [CSe]  eCountrp  ILotoer'g  Complaint* 

"Who  seeks  by  all  means  for  to  win  his  Love, 
But  she  doth  scorn  him,  and  disdainful  prove  ; 
"Which  makes  him  for  to  sigh,  lament  and  cry, 
He  fears  for  Phillida  that  he  shall  dye. 

To  A  Pleasant  Tune,  Or,  Phillida  flouts  me. 

OH  !  what  a  plague  is  Love  !  How  shall  I  bear  it  ? 
She  will  unconstant  prove,  I  greatly  fear  it : 
It  so  torments  my  mind,  that  my  strength  faileth, 
She  wavers  with  the  wind,  as  the  ship  saileth. 
Please  her  the  best  you  may, 
She  looks  another  way, 
Alas  and  well-a-day  ! 
Phillida  flouts  me. 

At  the  Fair  yesterday,  she  did  pass  by  me ; 
She  lookt  another  way,  and  would  not  spy  me. 
I  woo'd  her  for  to  dine,  I  could  not  get  her ; 
Dick  had  her  to  the  wine  :  he  might  intreat  her ! 

With  Daniel  she  did  dance, 

On  me  she  would  not  glance, 

Oh  thrice  unhappy  chance  ! 

Phillida  flouts  me.  16 

Fair  Maid,  be  not  so  coy,  do  not  disdaine  me  ; 
I  am  my  mother's  joy  :   Sweet,  entertain  me  ! 
Shee'l  give  me,  when  she  dyes,  all  things  that's  fitting, 
Her  Poultry  and  her  Bees,  and  her  Geese  sitting ; 

A  paire  of  Mailer ds  beds,  rEider-down ; 

»ii  i  j>  ii     j»    i_      j  Lai.  I.  mattress. 

And  barrel  full  of  shreds. 
And  yet,  for  all  these  goods, 
Phillida  flouts  me  ! 

Thou  shalt  eat  curds  and  cream,  all  the  year  lasting, 
And  drink  the  chrystal  stream,  pleasant  in  tasting  ; 
"Wig  and  whey  till  thou  burst,  and  Bramble  Berries ; 
Pye-lid  and  pasty-crust,  Pears,  Plums,  and  Cherries. 

Thy  raiment  shall  be  thin, 

Made  of  a  weather's  skin  ; 

All  is  not  worth  a  Pin  : 

Phillida  flouts  me  !  32 


462  Phillida flouts  me! 

Cupid  hath  shot  his  Dart,  and  hath  me  wounded, 
It  prickt  my  tender  heart,  and  ne'er  rebounded  : 
I  was  a  fool  to  scorn  his  Bow  and  Quiver, 
1  am  like  one  forlorn,  sick  of  a  Feaver  : 

N  <\v  I  may  weep  and  mourn, 

Whilst  with  Love's  flames  I  burn, 

Nothing  will  serve  my  turn, 
Phillida  flouts  me. 

I  am  a  lively  Lad,  howc'er  she  take  me, 
I  am  not  half  so  bad  as  she  would  make  me. 
Wliether  she  smile  or  frown,  she  may  deceive  me ; 
Ne'r  a  girl  in  the  Town  but  fain  would  have  me. 

Since  she  doth  from  me  flye, 

Now  I  may  sigh  and  dye, 

And  never  cease  to  cry 

Phillida  flouts  me  !  48 

In  the  last  moneth  of  May,  I  made  her  posies, 
I  heard  her  often  say  that  she  loved  Roses ; 
( 'owslips  and  Jilli-flowers,  and  the  white  Lilly, 
I  brought  to  deck  the  bowers,  for  my  sweet  Philhj, 

But  she  did  all  disdain, 

And  threw  them  back  again, 

Therefore  it's  flat  and  plain, 
Phillida  flouts  me. 

Fair  Maiden,  have  a  care,  and  in  time  take  me ; 
I  can  have  those  as  fair,  if  you  forsake  me, 
For  Doll  the  dairy-maide  laught  at  me  lately, 
And  wanton  Winifred  favours  me  greatly. 

One  cast  milk  on  my  clothes, 

T'other  plaid  with  my  nose ; 

What  wanton  toys  are  those  ? 

Phillida  flouts  me.  64 

I  cannot  work  and  sleep,  all  at  a  season  ; 

[Love]  wounds  my  heart  so  deep,  without  all  reason. 

I  fade  and  pine  away,  with  grief  and  sorrow,        [~   "  GJiey!  oriZ;t 

I  fall  quite  to  decay,  like  any  shadow. 

I  shall  be  dead,  I  fear, 

"Within  a  thousand  year, 

All  is  for  grief  and  care  : 
Phillida  flouts  me. 


The  Answer,  '  Barnaby  doubts  me  ! '  463 

She  hath  a  cloute  of  mine,  wrought  with  good  Coventry, 
"Which  she  keeps  for  a  sign  of  my  Fidelity. 
But  in  faith,  if  she  frown,  she  shall  not  weare  it : 
I'll  give  it  Boll  my  maid,  and  she  shall  tear  it. 

Since  'twill  no  better  be, 

I'le  bear  it  patiently, 

Yet  all  the  world  may  see 

Phillid a  flouts  me  !  80 

London,  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  in  Wine-street,  near  Hatton-  Garden. 

[In  Black-letter.     Two  woodcuts  (to  be  re-engraved),   oval  busto  of  a  young 
Cavalier;  ditto  of  a  Cavalier  Lady.     Date  of  original  issue,  circa  1600.] 

\*  On  p.  460,  ante,  we  mentioned  the  modern  reply,  printed  by  and  for  John 
Watts,  at  Wild's  Court,  near  Lincoln's -Inn  Fields,  1729.  Tbe  imitation  shows 
Bradley's  inability  to  understand  tbe  true  character  of  tbe  Swain  or  of  tbe  Jilt : — 

(Efje  Artefact. 

(By  Mr.  A.  Bradley.) 

OH  !  where's  tbe  plague  in  Love,  that  you  can't  bear  it  ? 
If  men  would  constant  prove,  tbey  need  not  fear  it. 
Young  Maidens,  soft  and  kind,  are  most  in  danger  ; 
Men  waver  with  tbe  wind,  each  man's  a  Banger. 
Their  falsebood  makes  us  know 
Tbat  two  Strings  to  our  Bow 
Is  best,  I  find  it  so  : 
Barnaby  doubts  me  ! 

Of  the  eight  stanzas  we  give  the  fourth,  and  the  eighth,  finale  as : — 

What  tho\  when  I  did  say  tbat  I  lov'd  Posies, 
You,  in  the  month  of  May,  brought  me  sweet  Boses  ? 
You  never  shew'd  the  thing  that  most  wou'd  please  me ; 
A  gay  gold  Wedding- Bing  wou'd  soon  have  eas'd  me. 

I  should  not  with  disdain 

Have  thrown  it  back  again  ; 

I  think  'tis  flat,  and  plaiD, 
Barnaby  doubts  me  ! 

The  Cloth  I  have  of  thine,  wrought  with  blue  Coventry, 

Which  thou  gav'st  as  a  sign  of  tby  Fidelity, 

I'll  give  it  back  again,  to  thee,  as  Token 

That  by  a  perjur'd  Swain,  my  sad  heart's  broken. 

Oh  !  Barnaby  unkind, 

Thou' It  quite  distract  my  mind  : 

Too  late,  alas  !   I  find 
Barnaby  doubts  me  ! 

***  We  on  p.  460  told  of  the  charming  illustrations  to  "  Phillida  Flouts  me," 
furnished  by  Mr.  Edwin  A.  Abbey  to  Harper's  Monthly  Magazine  in  1887,  lxxv. 
188.     He  deserves  a  better  tribute  of  thanks  than  our  poor  payment  on  p.  464. 


464 

jTtom  tljc  IPriorp  to  tfrc  Qbbcp. 


"T HE  world  had  grown  sordid  and  shabby  ; 

"  Is  it  worth  iv  hi  I e  to  live  ?"  men  could  ask  : 
Their  biceps  once  firm  nmv  felt  flabby, 

They  were  tired  of  frolic  or  task. 
Had  this  gone  on  much  longer,  the  nation 

Would  have  found  itself  forced  to  conjoin 
In  one  grand  Suicide  operation  : 

Cut  adrift  from  love,  freedom,  and  coin. 

The  world  had  grown  sordid  and  shabby  ; 

But  there  came  here  across  the  Big  main, 
To  comfort  worn  hearts,  Edwin  Abbey, 

Who  fills  life  zvilh  enjoyment  again. 
His  the  fa?icies,  brisk,  varied  and  loving, 

His  the  pencil,  with  lightness  and  grace, 
To  bring  back  what  old  Time  was  removing — 

Pluck  the  veil  from  each  long- hidden  face. 

The  world  had  grown  sordid  and  shabby 

To  eyes  that  were  blinded  or  dim, 
School' d  to  death  by  each  epiccene  Tabby, 

But  it  always  held  bright  gleams  for  him. 
Guiding  back  to  the  lost  Happy  Valley, 

Where  Herrick  or  Goldie  could  dream, 
He  recalls  to  bloom  Carey's  nymph  '  Sally,' 

With  her  Islington  strawb'ries  and  cream. 

The  world  has  grown  sordid  and  shabby, 

But  it  knows  its  best  friends,  even  now  ; 
It  welcomes  with  praise  Edwin  Abbey — 

'  Twines  English  rose-wreaths  for  his  brow  ; 
lists  to  ballades  from  Dobson  and  Lang  too, 

"  At  Sign  of  the  Ship  "  or  "  of  Lyre  ;  " 
Grown  happy,  by  true  poets  sang  to  : 

Their  Lays,  like  his  brush,  all  admire. 

J.    W.    EBS WORTH. 
January  20,  1887. 


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"  Too  long  have  I  been  a  drunken  Sot, 
And  spent  my  means  on  the  Black  Pot, 
Both  jugs  and  rlaggons  I  loved  dear, 
For  all  my  delight  was  in  strong  Beer. 
Once  I  had  Gold,  though  now  I've  none, 
Whilst  I  had  money  they'd  wait  me  upon, 
But  now  'tis  turn'd  to  Farthings  three, 
And  'tis  Old  Ale  has  undone  vie  ! 

—  Wades  Reformation  (See  p.  469)." 


VOL.  VI. 


2   H 


466 
En  Praise  of  tlic  Black  Sack 

(1671.     To  the  Tune  of  The  Leather  battel.) 

"  Be  your  liquor  small,  or  as  thick  as  mudd, 
The  cheating  bottle  cryes  '  Good,  good,  gooil  !  ' 
Wh(  real  the  master  begins  to  storm, 
'Cause  M  said  inure  than  he  could  perform, 

And  1  irish  that  his  heirs  may  never  want  Suck, 
That  first  devis'd  the  bonny  Black  Jack. 

"  No  Tankard,  Flaggon,  Bottle  nor  Jugg, 

\iv  halfe  so  good,  or  so  well  hold  Tugg,  [Stiff drink. 

For  when  they  are  broke,  or  full  of  cracks, 
Then  we  musl  fly  to  the  brave  Black  Jacks. 

And  I  wish  that  his  heirs  may  never  want  Sack,  etc, 

"  When  the  Bottle  and  Jack  stand  together,  0  fie  on'i  ' 
The  Bottle  looks  just  like  a  dwarfe  to  a  gyaut ; 
Then  had  we  not  reason  [such]  Jacks  to  chuse, 
For  this  '1  make  Boots,  when  the  Bottle  mends  shooes. 
A  I'd  I  toish  that  his  heirs,  etc. 

"  And  as  for  the  bottle,  you  never  can  fill  it 

Without  a  Tunnell,  but  you  must  spill  it ;  [»'•«.  Funnel. 

'Tis  as  hard  to  get  in,  as  'tis  to  get  out : 
'Tis  not  so  with  a  Jack  for  it  runs  like  a  spout. 
And  I  wish  that  his  heirs,  etc. 

"  And  when  we  have  drank  out  all  our  store, 
The  Jack  goes  for  barme  to  brew  us  some  more  ; 
And  when  our  stomacks  with  hunger  have  bled, 
Then  it  marches  for  more  to  make  us  some  bread. 
And  I  wish  that  his  heirs,  etc. 

"  1  now  will  cease  to  speak  of  the  Jack, 
But  hope  his  assistance  I  never  shall  lack, 
And  I  hope  that  now  every  honest  man 
Instead  of  Jack  will  y'clip  him  John  : 

And  T  wish  that  Ins  heirs  may  never  want  Sack, 
That  first  devis'd  the  bonny  Black  Jack." 

%*  The  Black  Jack  was  often  a  converted  Jack-Boot,  that  had  given  up 
warfare  or  foreign  travel,  and  settled  down  into  assisting  conviviality.  See  the 
fine  specimens  preserved  respectively  at  the  British  Museum  (marked  C.  R.  1646, 
formerly  at  Kensington  Palace) ;  at  the  Cambridge  Antiquarian  Society  ;  and  iu 
Edinburgh  at  the  Society  of  Scottish  Antiquaries.     (See  p.  469,  post.) 


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Cryticus. — "  Merry  knaves  are  we  three-a. 

Molus. — "  When  our  songs  do  agree-a. 

Calypho. — "  O  now  I  well  see -a, 

What  anon  we  shall  be-a. 

Cryticus. — "  If  we  ply  thus  our  singing, 

Molus. — Pots  then  must  be  flinging, 
Calypho. — If  the  drinke  be  but  stinging. 

Molus. — I  shall  forget  the  rules  of  grammar, 
Calypho. — And  I  the  pit-pat  of  my  hammer. 
Chorus. — "  To  the  Tap-house  then  let's  gang  and  rore, 
Call  hard,  'tis  rare  to  vamp  a  score, 
Draw  dry  the  tub,  be  it  old  or  new, 
And  part  not  till  the  ground  looke  blew." 

— John  Lyly's  Sapho  and  Thao,  ii.  3,  1584. 

&HETHER  Dullness  has  not  slain  more  souls  than 
Drink  has  engulphed,  is  an  enquiry  debated  with 
useful  result,  if  we  arrive  at  an  affirmative  con- 
clusion. Dullness  drives  men  and  women  to 
dissipation,  or  else  they  stagnate  into  imbecility. 
Temperance  is  herself  so  beautiful,  while  purity 
and  cheerfulness  are  the  graces  that  adorn  her,  that  one  might  expect 
her  professed  worshippers  to  be  eloquent  in  hymning  her  praise. 
Yet  how  dreary  are  the  platitudes  in  which  they  indulge  !  how 
repellingly  and  not  alluringly  they  paint  her  portrait,  until  it 
becomes  vulgar  and  ugly  as  their  own  hypocritical  faces.  Affecting 
to  be  religiously  abstemious  and  self-denying,  how  is  it  that  their 
bleared  eyes,  and  the  unsightly  feature  which  stands  sentry  betwixt 
them,  always  serve  as  beacons  to  warn  us  back  from  a  treacherous 
shore  ?  No  wonder  that  an  indignant  poet  raised  his  howl  of  repro- 
bation, mistaking  the  false  prophets  as  the  accredited  agents  of  an 
obnoxious  creed.  Hence  came  delirious  prayers  to  be  freed  from 
the  thraldom  of  sanctimonious  pretences,  as  when  he  wildly  sang, 

'  What  ailed  us,  0  gods,  to  desert  you 
For  creeds  that  refuse  and  restrain  ? 
Come  down  and  redeem  us  from  virtue, 
Our  Lady  of  Pain  ! ' 

He  seemed  longing,  in  sheer  perversity,  to  exchange  in  a  trice 

'  The  lilies  and  languors  of  virtue 
For  the  raptures  and  roses  of  vice.' 


468  Description  and  praise  of  the  Leatlier-BottM. 

This  was  paying  a  tribute  of  deference  to  the  Tartuffes,  Maw- 
worms,  and  Stigginses  of  the  hour,  such  as  no  sensible  men  of  the 
world  need  offer.  We  should  use  the  good  gifts  of  Bacchus,  Ceres, 
Momus  and  Thespis,  without  abusing  them.  Why  leave  the  cakes 
and  ale  to  be  enjoyed  by  the  fools  alone,  or  to  be  pilfered  on  the 
sly  by  the  unco-guid  and  rigidly-righteous  when  nobody  is  looking? 
We  know  their  tricks  and  their  manners.  Let  us  take  our  lawful 
share,  being  wise  in  our  generation,  and  laugh  good-humouredly 
at  the  "little  fools  who  drink  too  much,"  but  still  louder  at  the 
"  greater  fools  "  who  refuse  to  drink  at  all. 

The  broadside-ballad  writers  usually  knew  their  way  about  town  ; 
in  at  the  ale-house  door,  without  blushing;  walked  out  sober  after  a 
tolerable  interval  ;  and  got  home  betimes.  If  not  always  thus 
discreetly,  they  at  Least  paid  their  score,  by  giving  their  unconverted 
companions  or  ingenuous  youth  the  benefit  of  their  own  experience. 
They  had  "  learnt  in  suffering  what  they  taught  in  song."  So  we 
accept  another  Group  of  their  instructive  Bacchanalian  ditties. 
They  were  liberal-hearted,  and  bestowed  'A  Groat' s-worth  of  Good- 
counsel  for  a  Penny  '  (the  invariable  price  of  a  ballad-sheet).  '  Wit 
is  bought  at  a  Dear  Hate '  is,  on  the  contrary,  the  theme  of  another. 
'  Jack  Had-land's  Lamentation  '  agrees  in  principle  with  '  The  Bad 
Holland's  Folly."  'A  Jest'  is  the  song  about  "Master  Con- 
stable," a  precursor  of  "  Mark  Noble's  Frolick."  For  its  rollicking 
praise  of  a  convenient  drinking-cup  commend  we  "  The  Leather 
Bottel."  Good  wine  needs  no  bush,  and  most  people  care  not  what 
it  is  held  in,  so  long  as  it.  comes  to  hand  or  mouth.  '  Glasses, 
glasses  is  the  only  drinking  ! '  said  Fal staff ;  but  he  had  a  bias  when 
bowling  over  Dame  Quiekly's  silver  goblets. 

The  genuine  Leather  Bottel  resembled  what  we  should  now-a-days 
call  a  "pocket-pistol"  while  out  deer-stalking  or  peppering  the 
grouse.  It  seldom  erred  by  being  too  small  (an  unpardonable  fault, 
wlii never  the  liquor  is  good,  since  even  at  the  change-house,  in 
Tam  O'Shanter's  time,  "the  ale  was  growing  better").  One  good 
leather-bottel  ought  to  hold  enough  drink  for  two,  because 
"  company  is  aye  the  best,  crossing  o'er  the  heather."  Well  ribbed, 
of  stout  leather,  the  bottel  defied  breakage  or  leakage.  Specimens 
were  figured  in  the  late  Llewellyn  Jewitt's  '  Reliquary,'  vol.  xxv. 
They  became  scarce  articles  of  jewellery,  owing  to  their  having 
been  '  loved  not  wisely  but  too  well '  of  old,  and  country  squires 
are  charitably  supposed  to  have  taken  them  to  the  grave,  '  loath  to 
depart'  without  them.  Whether  this  was  on  the  same  principle  of 
prevision  and  provision  for  the  "  Happy  Hunting-Grounds"  as  our 
American  cousins,  Indians  of  the  wild  West ;  or  wisely  to  remove 
temptation  from  a  later  and  degenerate  race  whose  heads  appear 
weak  in  comparison,  this  Deponent  sayeth  not. 

As  to  the  tune,  it  is  surely  found  on  p.  514,  in  that  treasury  of 


Tune,  Authors/up,  and  variations  of  the  Leather- Bottel.    469 

all  such  good  melodies,  William  Chappell's  Popular  Music  of  the 
Olden  Time  (whereon,  even  now,  we  ourselves  are  working  at  his 
desire  to  prepare  a  Second  Edition).  It  was  also  in  his  Collection  of 
National  English  Airs,  1858,  i.  21  ;  ii.  53.  Probably,  the  name  of 
"  The  Bond-maker's  Delight  "  refers  to  an  earlier  version. 

As  to  the  authorsbip,  it  has  hitherto  been  considered  anonymous, 
but  we  are  the  first  to  publicly  acknowledge  (from  evidence  in  the 
Bodleian  Library)  its  parent  to  have  been  JOHN  WADE.  He 
has  been  mentioned  already  on  pp.  331,  336,  where  two  of  his 
ballads  appear.  To  the  same  tune  as  "  Wade's  Reformation," 
viz.  It  is  Old  Ale  hath  undone  me,  was  appointed  to  be  sung  "Jack 
Had-Land's  Lamentation"  (pp.  465,  475)  :   perhaps  Wade's. 

In  Wm.  Chappell's  Ohl  English  Ditties,  p.  192,  "The  Leather 
Bottel"  begins,  "  When  I  survey  the  world  around;"  but  it  is 
modernised.  Some  variations  begin,  "  Now  God  above,"  etc.  ;  a 
Somersetshire  version  is  "God  above  who  rules  all  things"  (Bell's 
Ballads  and  Songs  of  the  Peasantry,  n.d.  p.  203,  founded  on  James 
Henry  Dixon's  Percy  Society  compilation,  1846,  p.  208),  and  the 
number  of  stanzas  differs  in  the  numerous  editions.  "  That  God 
above,"  etc.,  is  another  variation.  Two  copies  are  in  the  Roxburghe 
Collection  (II.  257  ;  III.  432) ;  Bagford,  I.  49  ;  Pepys,  IV.  237  ; 
Wood,  E.  25,  art.  56  ;  Douce,  I.  119  verso,  and  a  British  Museum 
4to.  p.  14.  It  is  also,  there  beginning  "Now  God  above,"  found 
in  the  New  Academy  of  Compliments,  1671,  p.  310;  Wit  and 
Drollery,  1682,  p.  96;  several  editions  of  Pills  to  Purge  Melancholy, 
in  that  of  1719,  iii.  246  ;  and  on  the  first  page  of  Wit  and  Mirth, 
1684.  As  "  Now  God  alone,"  etc.,  it  is  on  p.  75  of  the  4to.  Col- 
lection of  Diverting  Songs,  1738,  so  it  has  had  a  long  lease  of 
well  deserved  popularity.  A  companion  ditty  soon  followed,  in 
praise  of  the  Black  Jack  (from  one  splendid  specimen  of  which 
we  made  a  drawing,  a  quarter  of  a  century  ago,  at  the  Scottish 
Society  of  Antiquaries  in  Edinburgh).  We  have  no  doubt  that 
the  original  song  "In  Praise  of  the  Black  Jack"  is  the  short  version 
given  on  our  p.  466  (from  Westminster-Drollery,  part  ii.  1672, 
p.  94),  and  that  the  eleven-stanza  version  (which  we  added  com- 
plete in  Appendix,  p.  lxv  to  our  reprint  of  the  same  work  in 
1875),  had  been  '  spun  out.'     It  thus  began  :  — 

Tis  a  pitiful  thing  that  now  a  days,  Sirs, 

Our  Poets  turn  Leather-bottel  praisers  ; 

But  if  a  Leather  theame  they  did  lack, 

They  might  hetter  haue  chosen  the  bonny  Black  Jack  ; 

For  when  they  are  both  now  well  worn  and  decay'd, 

For  the  Jack  than  the  Bottle  much  more  may  be  said  ; 

And  I  wish  his  soul  much  good  may  partake 

That  first  devis'd  the  bonny  Black  Jack. 


-170 


|_ Lloxburglie  Collection,  1 T.  257;    Bagford,   I.  49;  II.  Ill  ;   Pepys,    IV.  228; 
Wood,  E.  25,  art.  56;   Douce,  [I.  257;   [II.  132.] 

3  s>ong 

in  praise  of  tl)e  JLeatljer  Bottei ; 

How  Glasses  and  Pots  are  laid  aside, 

And  Flaggons  and  Noggins  they  cannot  abide  : 

And  let  all  Wives  do  what  they  can, 

'Tis  for  the  Praise  and  Use  of  Man ; 

And  this  you  may  very  well  be  sure, 

The  Leather  Bottei  will  longest  endure  : 

And  I  wish  in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell, 

That  first  devised  the  Leather  Bottei. 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  Bottel-maker' 's  Delight,  etc. 


GOD  above,  that  made  all  things, 
The  Heavens,  the  Earth,  and  all  therein, 
The  Ships  that  on  the  Sea  do  swim, 
To  keep  th'  Enemies  out  that  none  comes  in ; 
And  let  them  all  do  -what  they  can, 
'Tis  for  the  Use  and  Praise  of  Man  : 

And  I  icish  in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell, 
That  first  devised  the  Leather  Bottei. 


Song  in  Praise  of  the  Leather-Bottel.  47 1 

Then  what  do  you  say  to  those  Cans  of  Wood  ? 

In  faith  they  are,  aud  cannot  be  good  ; 

For  when  a  Man  he  doth  them  send 

To  be  filled  with  ale,  as  he  doth  intend ; 

The  Bearer  falleth  down  by  the  way 

And  on  the  ground  the  Liquor  doth  lay ; 

And  then  the  Bearer  begins  to  ban, 

And  swears  it  is  'long  of  the  Wooden  Can  ; 

But  had  it  been  in  a  Leather  Bottel, 

Although  he  had  fallen,  yet  all  had  been  well ; 

And  I  wish  [in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell,']  etc. 

Then  what  do  you  say  to  those  Glasses  fine  ? 

Yes,  they  shall  have  no  Praise  of  mine  ;  teu-  Yet  ? 

For  when  a  company  they  are  set 

For  to  be  merry,  as  we  are  met ; 

Then  if  you  chance  to  touch  the  Brim, 

Down  falls  the  Liquor  aud  all  therein  ; 

If  your  Table-Cloath  be  never  so  fine, 

There  lies  your  Beer,  Ale  or  Wine  : 

It  may  be  for  [such]  a  small  Abuse 

A  young  Man  may  his  Service  lose  : 

But  had  it  been  in  a  Leather  Bottel, 

And  the  Stopple  in,  then  all  had  been  well : 

And  I  wish  [in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell,]  etc. 

Then  what  do  you  say  to  these  black  Pots  three  ? 

True,  they  shall  have  no  Praise  of  me, 

For  when  a  Man  and  his  Wife  falls  at  Strife, 

As  many  have  done,  I  know,  in  their  Life  ; 

Thay  lay  their  Hands  on  the  Pot  both, 

And  loath  they  are  to  lose  their  Broath  ;  1" 

The  one  doth  tug,  the  other  doth  ill, 

Betwixt  them  both  the  Liquor  doth  spill ; 

But  they  shall  answer  another  Day, 

For  casting  their  Liquor  so  vainly  away  : 

But  had  it  been  in  the  Leather  Bottel, 

[The  one  may  have  tugg'd,  the  other  have  held  ;] 

And  they  might  have  tugg'd,  till  their  Hearts  did  ake, 

And  yet  their  Liquor  no  harm  could  take  : 

Then  I  wish  [in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell],  etc. 

What  do  you  say  to  the  Silver  Flaggons  fine  ?  ['Then' 

True,  they  shall  have  no  Praise  of  mine  ; 

For  when  a  Lord  lie  doth  them  send 

To  be  filled  with  Wine  as  he  doth  intend  ; 


472  Song  in  Praise  of  (he  Leather-Bottel. 

The  Man  with  the  Flaggon  doth  run  away,  ['he doth* 

Because  it  is  Silver  most  gallant  and  gay  : 

0  then  the  Lord  he  begins  to  ban, 

And  swears  he  hath  lost  both  Flaggon  and  Man  ; 

There  is  never  a  Lord's  Serving-Man,  or  Groom, 

But  with  his  Leather  Bottel  may  come  : 

Then  I  wish  [in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell"],  etc. 

A  Leather  Bottel  we  know  is  good, 

Far  better  than  Glasses  or  Cans  of  "Wood, 

For  when  a  Man  is  at  work  in  the  Field, 

Your  Glasses  and  Pots  no  comfort  will  yield  ; 

Then  a  good  Leather  Bottle  standing  him  by, 

He  may  drink  always  when  he  is  a  dry ; 

It  will  revive  the  Spirits  and  comfort  the  Brain, 

Wherefore  let  none  this  Bottle  refrain  : 

For  I  wish  [in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell],  etc. 

Also  the  honest  Sith-man  too,  [Scythe-man. 

He  knew  not  very  well  what  to  do, 

But  for  his  Bottle  standing  him  near, 

That  is  filled  with  good  Household-beer : 

At  Dinner  he  sits  him  down  to  eat, 

With  good  hard  Cheese,  and  Bread  or  Meat, 

Then  this  Bottle  he  takes  up  amain, 

And  drinks  and  sets  him  down  again  ;  80 

Saying,  "  Good  Bottle,  stand  my  Friend, 

And  hold  out  till  this  Day  doth  end  : 

For  I  wish  [in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell],"  etc. 

And  likewise  the  Hay-makers  they, 
When  as  they  are  turning  and  making  their  Hay, 
In  Summer-weather,  when  as  it  is  warm, 
A  good  Bottel  full  then  will  do  them  no  harm ; 
And  at  Noon-time  they  sit  them  down, 
To  drink  in  their  Bottles  of  Ale  nut-brown  ; 
Then  the  Lads  and  Lasses  begins  to  tattle, 
"  What  should  we  do  but  for  this  Bottle?" 
They  could  not  work  if  this  Bottle  were  done, 
For  the  Day's  so  hot  with  heat  of  the  Sun  : 

Then  I  wish  [in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell],  etc. 

Also  the  Leader,  Lader,  and  the  Pitcher,  [Com-stacker*. 

The  Reaper,  Hedger,  and  the  Ditcher, 

The  Binder,  and  the  Baker,  and  all 

About  the  Bottel' s  Ears  doth  fall ;  100 

And  if  his  Liquor  be  almost  goue, 

His  Bottel  he  will  part  with  to  none, 


Song  in  Praise  of  the  Leather-Bottel.  473 

But  says,  "  My  Bottel  is  but  small, 

One  Drop  I  will  not  part  withal : 

You  must  go  drink  at  some  Spring  or  Well, 

For  I  will  keep  my  Leather  Bottel : " 

Then  I  wish  [in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell],  etc. 

Thus  you  may  hear  of  a  Leather  Bottel, 

When  it  is  filled  with  Liquor  full  well,  110 

Though  the  Substance  of  it  be  but  small, 

Yet  the  Name  of  the  thing  is  all. 

There's  never  a  Lord,  Earl,  or  Knight, 

But  in  a  Bottel  doth  take  Delight, 

For  when  he  is  hunting  of  the  Deer, 

He  often  doth  wish  for  a  Bottle  of  Beer  : 

Likewise  the  Man  that  works  at  the  Wood, 

A  Bottel  of  Beer  doth  oft  do  him  good: 

Then  I  wish  [in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell],  etc. 

Then  when  this  Bottel  doth  grow  old, 

And  will  good  liquor  no  longer  hold, 

Out  of  the  side  you  may  take  a  Clout, 

Will  mend  your  Shooes  when  they'r  worn  out ; 

Else  take  it  and  hang  it  upon  a  Pin, 

It  will  serve  to  put  many  odd  Trifles  in, 

As  Hinges,  Awls,  and  Candle-ends, 

For  young  Beginners  must  have  such  things  : 
Then  I  ivish  in  Heaven  his  Soul  may  dwell, 
That  first  devised  the  Leather  Bottel  130 

[Written  by  John  Wade.] 

London :  Printed  by  and  for  W.  0.  and  sold  by  L   Walter,  at  the 
Hand  and  Pen  in  High  Holbourn. 

[In  "White -letter.  One  woodcut,  as  on  p.  470.  Date  of  composition  circa  1662. 
In  only  one  early,  and  rare  copy,  have  we  found  the  authorship  assigned,  as 
above,  viz.  in  Anthony  a.  Wood's,  E.  25,  (56),  where  it  is  described  as  "a 
pleasant  new  Song  in  Praise  of  the  Leather  Bottell  by  JOHN  WADE. 
London,  Printed  for  It.  Burton:''  The  Pepysian  was  printed  for  F.  Coles, 
Vere,  "Wright,  Clarke,  Thackeray  and  Passinger.  Both  of  Bagford's  in  white- 
letter  for  W.  Onlen,  the  first  sold  by  B.  Deacon.  Douce's  first  is  like  our 
own,  for  "W.  0.,  Sold  by  I.  "Walter;  Douce's  second  is  merely  an  Aldermary 
Church-yard,  Bow-Lane,  modern  reprint.  Such  is  Boxb.  Coll.,  III.  432, 
with  its  two  rude  woodcuts,  1st,  a  bewigged  bon-vivant  sitting  at  a  table, 
smoking  a  long  pipe  ;  2nd,  a  Silenus-like  naked  Bacchus,  holding  a  huge 
drinking-cup  in  one  hand  and  a  bottle  in  the  other.  The  popularity  of  '  The 
Leather-Bottel '  is  proved  by  these  numerous  editions.  Line  46  is  from  Beacon's.'] 

***  That  delightful  artist,  Edwin  A.  Abbey,  who  has  caught  the  spirit  of  our 
old  ballads,  promises  speedily  to  illustrate  "  The  Leather  Bottel "  in  Harper's 
Monthly,  as  he  has  already  done  "  Phillida  flouts  me  !  "  "  Sally  in  our  Alley." 
George  Wither's  "  I  loved  a  Lass,  a  fair  one,"  aud,  earlier,  Herrick's  love-songs. 


AY- 


471 

31ack  ©atMantfs  lamentation. 

T 
E  have  already  (on  p.  469)  mentioned  the  tune  of  It  is  Old  Ale 
that  has  undone  me,  one  appointed  for  the  following  ballad,  and 
taking  its  name  from  the  burden  of  "  Wade's  Reformation,"  in 
our  Bagford  Ballads,  p.  6  (1st  stanza  is  on  p.  465).  Another  name 
of  the  same  tune  is  The  Maid  is  best  who  lies  alone.  (See  ballad 
with  this  burden  given  in  the  Appendix  to  Bat/ford  Ballads,  p.  1020. 
Another  is  extant,  in  the  Pepys  Collection.) 

That  John  Had-land,  or  Jack  Had-land,  was  a  proverbial  ex- 
pression for  one  who,  like  the  melancholy  Jacques,  had  spent  the 
profits  of  his  own  land  in  seeing  the  lands  of  other  people,  appears 
the  more  probable  when  we  remember  that  Frances  Coules  had 
about  1628  printed  a  ballad  written  and  signed  initially  by 
Richard  Climsell  alias  Crimsell,  entitled  "John  Had-land's  Advice," 
beginning  "  To  all  men  now  I'le  plainely  show  how  I  have  spent 
my  time."  It  was  sung  to  the  tune  of  The  bonny  bonny  Broome, 
and  has  been  reprinted  by  Mr.  William  Chappell  (viz.  on  p.  268  of 
Vol.  III.  among  these  Roxburghe  Ballads,  from  Eoxb.  Coll.,  I.  522). 
The  burden  is  sufficiently  lugubrious:  — 

But  now  I  may  with  sorrow  sadly  say,  My  heart  is  filled  with  ivoes, 
Had  it  not  beene  for  the  good  Ale-tap,  I  had  gone  in  better  cloathes. 

Climsell  is  a  dreary  long-winded  complainer,  by  habit  and  repute. 
His  thirteen  twelve-line  stanzas  are  a  heavy  infliction.  To  have 
eaten  one's  cake  and  thereafter  bemoan  or  grumble  because  the  coin 
that  paid  for  it  is  no  longer  kept  in  hand  or  laid  out  at  usury,  is  to 
our  mind  the  silliest  of  unmanly  maundering.  Horace  knew  better, 
wise  old  heathen  that  he  was.  A  puling  race  has  succeeded  ;  cheap 
sensualists,  sneaking  'Dead-heads,'  who  evade  payment  of  entrance 
fees  or  garnish,  and  are  discontented  with  the  entertainment  to 
which  they  contributed  neither  profit  nor  applause.      Shame  it  is : 

Ah,  miserable  race  !  too  weak  to  bear, 

Too  sad  for  mirth,  too  sceptical  for  prayer  ! 

Surely  on  you  the  Scripture  is  fulfilled, 
To  bid  the  mountains  cover  your  despair  ! 

Whatever  whim  possessed  hearty  John  Wade  to  enter  into  com- 
petition with  Crimsell,  and  beat  him  unmistakeably,  by  adopting 
name  and  subject  about  forty  years  later,  can  only  be  learnt  satis- 
factorily some  midnight  hour  when  his  ghost  revisits  this  upper 
sphere  and  discloses  the  secrets  of  the  prison-house.  We  wait 
patiently  till  then.  It  is  a  fact  not  generally  known,  except  by 
Swedenborgian  illuminati,  that  the  lemures  and  eidola  of  people 
retain  their  former  characteristics  in  the  Elysian  fields — and  else- 
where. Hence  it  is  that  Wade  is  still  a  pleasant  companion,  in- 
spiring convivial  ditties,  while  Climsell  afflicts  our  righteous  soul 
with  unimprovable  sermonizing,  in  saecula  sseculorum, 


47.-) 


[Hoxburghe  Collection,  II.  228;  Bagford  Coll.,  II.  59;  Pepys,  II.  23;  Huth, 
I.  136  ;  Douce,  I.  99  ;  Jersey,  II.  27-] 

3Jacft  #aO'3Uno'g  lamentation, 

That  sold  and  made  away  his  'State, 

And  spent  his  money  early  and  late  ; 

And  let  his  Wife  and  Children  want, 

Now  he  makes  great  moan  and  does  repent ; 

And  desires  all  good-fellows  where  e're  they  he 

To  take  warning  of  his  poverty. 

He  was  cast  in  prison,  at  that  bout, 

His  poor  Wife  she  helpt  him  out : 

She  had  small  reason  to  do  that  thing, 

But  true  love  is  a  gallant  thing  ; 

There  is  scarce  a  Tap-house  in  London  town 

Will  help  a  Man  when  he  is  cast  down. 

To  the  Tune  of,  It  is  Old  Ale  that  lias  undone  me  [see  p.  474]. 

This  may  be  Printed.  R[ichard]  P[ocock]. 


TO  all  Good-fellows  I'le  declare, 
To  take  Example  and  have  a  care, 
And  do  not  spend  your  means  in  waste, 
For  you  will  repent  it  at  the  last : 
For  I  my  self  was  blindly  led, 
And  made  all  away,  I  was  so  bad  ; 
Let  all  I  say  be  warned  by  me, 
Of  drinking  and  bad  company. 


476  Jack  JIadlancVs  Lamentation. 

I  had  Land  and  Living  of  my  own, 
And  a  fine  Estate,  it  was  well  known  ; 
It  was  worth  threescore  pound  a  year, 
And  I  spent  it  all  in  Ale  and  Beer, 
My  Hostess  was  all  my  delight, 
And  I  sat  up  swilling  day  and  night. 

Let  all,  I  say,  [be  toanCd  by  me,]  §c.  16 

I  never  took  no  care  at  all, 

God  knows  1  had  a  sudden  fall  ; 

I  sold  my  'State  then  all  away, 

To  maintain  the  Ale-house  night  and  day. 

My  Wife  and  Children  was  so  poor, 

Neighbours  cry'd  shame  at  me  therefore  : 

Let  all,  I  say,  [be  ivarrfd  by  me,]  §c.  2-1 

I  would  come  home  drunk  unto  my  Wife, 
And  lead  her  such  a  weary  life, 
And  she  would  speak  me  then  so  fair, 
And  intreat  me  with  a  lovely  care, 
And  say,  '  Good  Husband,  be  content, 
Alas!  you  will  these  things  repent;  " 
Let  all,  I say,  be  warned  by  me, 

Of  drinking  and  bad  company.  32 

My  little  naked  Children,  they 

Were  almost  piu'd,  as  neighbours  say,  [=emaciated. 

And  starv'd  so  sore  for  want  of  close,  [=cloathes. 

I  had  no  care  of  them,  God  knows; 
Now  all  is  gone,  and  nothing  left, 
I  may  say,  '  Farewell  Dagger  with  dudgeon  and  Haft: ' 
Let  all,  I  say,  [be  ivam'd  by  me,']  fyc.  40 

I  cast  myself  into  some  Debt, 
And  was  arrested  then  for  it ; 
Because  that  I  could  get  no  Bail, 
They  cast  me  in  a  nasty  Gaile ; 
And  there  I  lay  from  my  poor  Wife, 
She  reliev'd  me  or  I  had  lost  my  life  : 

Let  all,  I say,  [be  warned  by  me,]  Sfc.  48 

When  I  was  in  that  misery, 

Ne'r  an  Ale-wife  that  would  come  to  me ; 

For  all  I  had  spent  my  'state  away, 

I  had  no  help  of  them,  I  say  : 

But  my  poor  wife  was  my  best  friend, 

And  succoured  me  unto  the  end  : 

Let  all,  I  say,  [be  wam'd  by  me,]  &fc.  56 


Jack  Hadland's  Lamentation.  477 

Then  my  poor  wife  she  sought  about, 
And  she  made  a  friend  and  got  me  out ; 
She  sold  her  "Wedding- Ring  away, 
To  pay  my  Fees  without  delay ; 
And  did  so  rejoyce  at  my  release, 
And  brought  me  home  agen  in  peace  : 

Let  all,  I  say,  [be  warrid  by  me,']  §*e.  64 

Now  all  is  spent  I  plainly  see 

There  is  no  help  nor  no  remedy, 

But  labour  hard  and  work  full  sore, 

That  money  will  be  better  than  all  before  ; 

And  bring  it  home  unto  my  Wife, 

And  love  her  as  I  love  my  life : 

Let  all,  I  say,  [be  warned  by  me,']  Sfc.  72 

A  man  that  has  a  state  or  has  good  means  [—estate. 

Ne'r  use  so  much  these  tippling  Queans ; 

They  drown  your  money  so  very  sore, 

And  make  you  at  the  last  be  poor ; 

I  am  sure  that  I  may  say  the  same, 

But  alas,  alas,  I  was  to  blame  : 

Let  all,  I  say,  [be  wartfd  by  me,]  Sfc.  80 

Let  every  one  that  goes  along, 
Take  notice  of  this  new-made  Song, 
And  take  example  now  by  me, 
That  am  fallen  into  this  Poverty ; 
1  wish  that  I  might  be  the  last, 
But  alack-aday,  I  am  not  the  first : 

Let  all,  I  say,  [be  warn' 'd  by  me,]  fyc.  88 

So  to  conclude,  to  end  the  strife, 
Let  every  man  love  his  own  Wife ; 
And  save  his  money,  and  keep  his  store, 
Drink  not  too  much  to  make  you  poor, 
A  man  that  has  Grace  will  then  repent 
To  see  his  Wife  and  Children  live  in  want. 

Let  all,  I  say,  be  warn'd  by  me, 

Of  Drinking  and  leivd  Company.  96 

[Probably  by  John  Wade  :  and  to  hi3  Tune.] 
Printed  for  P.  Broolcsby,  at  the  Golden-Ball  in  Lye-  Corner. 

[In  Black-letter.  Three  woodcuts,  1st,  the  Hostess  (belonging  also  to  "The  Bad 
Husband's  Folly,"  post,  p.  493),  given  on  p.  475  ;  2nd  and  3rd  are  on  p.  486. 
Date,  between  August,  1685,  and  December,  1688,  being  licensed  by  E.  Pocock.] 


478 
[Roxburghe  Collection,   II.  520;   Pepys,  IV.  259;  Jersey,  I.  365.] 

Wit  bourjlrt  at  a  Dear  Eatc. 

Bring  a  delation  of  tfje  j/Hiserrj  one  suffers  bn  hefng  loo  kmti=fj£atteTJ. 
Wlt'sbing  all  people  to  bcrnarc  of  tljat  unboing  quality,  anb  to  be. 
frugal  anb  sabing,  tljat  in  ageb  years  tljcir  life  man  be  as  com* 
fortablc  as  in  noutlj  it  boas  pleasant  anb  folio. 

To  tiu:  'I Vne  of,  Turn,  Love,  I prvthee,  love,  turn  to  me.1 


IF  all  the  World  my  mind  did  know,  I  would  not  care  a  pin, 
It'  I  were  young,  I  would  take  heed,  my  life  how  to  begin  ; 
I  woidd  not  be  kind-hearted,  but  money  keep  in  store, 
Which  if  that  I  in  youth  had  done,  I  should  not  now  be  poor. 

AVhen  in  prosperity  I  was,  I  then  of  friends  had  plenty, 

But  now  adversity  is  come,  I  find  not  one  in  twenty  ; 

Then  was  I  treated  well  of  all,  and  had  of  gifts  good  store, 

If  wise  I  had  been  in  my  youth,  I  should  not  now  be  poor.  8 

This  World  I  liken  to  the  tide,  which  oft  doth  ebbe  and  flow, 
Some  are  to  great  riches  brought,  and  some  do  fall  full  low  ; 
The  joys  and  pleasures  of  this  life,  like  flowers  fade,  therefore 
"We  in  our  youth  must  frugal  be,  or  in  age  must  be  poor. 

Some  for  an  honest  livelihood  do  use  endeavours  great, 

And  though  they  work  both  day  and  night,  they  scarce  get  bread  to  eat ; 

There's  some  again,  with  little  pains,  have  riches  in  great  store  ; 

To  me  blind  Fortune  is  unkind,  therefore  I  must  be  poor.  16 

Yet  I  a  little  comfort  find,  that  I  am  not  alone  ; 
Thousands  there  be  as  good  as  I,  do  daily  make  their  moan  : 
If  yet  I  could  some  money  get,  I  would  it  keep  in  store, 
Too  kind  I  have  been  in  my  youth,  and  now  I  must  be  poor. 

Some  with  extravagant  expence  make  their  estates  to  fly, 

And  some  who  little  had  before,  are  made  when  friends  do  dye  : 

So  various  are  our  fortunes  here,  some  need,  and  some  have  store, 

But  if  in  youth  we  be  not  wise,  we  must  in  age  be  poor.  24 

1  The  tune  here  mentioned  belongs  to  a  ballad  reprinted  on  p.  277,  "  Come 
turn  to  me,  thou  pretty  little  one,  and  I  will  turn  to  thee."  The  line  above 
might  have  read,  "  pleasant  and  jolly."     See  Popular  Music,  p.  528,  for  the  air. 


Wit  bought  at  a  Bear  Bate.  479 

Tbis  age  is  grown  to  such  a  pass,  that  they  who  go  hut  mean, 
And  to  their  friends  for  kindness  go,  they  give  them  no  esteem  : 
So  cruel  and  hard-hearted  are  people  now,  therefore, 
Youth  must  be  wise,  and  careful  be,  or  else  in  age  be  poor. 

When  plenty  in  my  purse  I  had,  I  then  relieved  many, 

But  now  I  come  to  need  myself,  not  pittied  am  by  any  : 

I  toil  and  weary  out  my  days,  yet  still  am  troubled  sore, 

For  charity  is  waxed  cold,  and  quite  turn'd  out  of  door.  32 

Love  from  me  long  time  since  is  gone,  but  patience  tarries  still, 
Poverty  comes  oft  to  my  door,  and  vows  to  have  his  will : 
If  Providence  doth  not  step  in,  as  he  bath  done  before, 
I  always  shall  in  sorrow  sit,  and  in  my  age  be  poor. 

Good  people  all  be  warn'd  by  me,  do  not  too  freely  live, 

Slight  not  my  Council  nor  Advice,  which  here  to  you  I  give  : 

Make  use  of  it  at  present  time,  lest  you  for  evermore, 

Hereafter  dearly  do  repent,  and  in  your  age  be  poor.  -1 0 

Youth  for  most  part  is  prodigal,  age  bears  a  frugal  mind, 
More  families  are  not  undone,  than  those  who  are  too  kind  : 
If  that  in  time  my  words  you  mark,  you  may  still  more  and  more 
Live  in  esteem,  continue  rich,  {if  not)  live  to  be  poor. 

While  that  you  live  in  good  estate,  you  shall  have  company, 

But  when  that  you  have  need  of  some,  you  then  alone  shall  be  : 

While  you  do  feast  and  give  good  gifts,  keep  for  your  self  some  store, 

For  if  that  you  do  part  with  all,  you  then  must  needs  be  poor.  48 

Despise  not  now  what  I  here  say,  but  take  it  in  good  part, 
What  here  you  read  you  well  may  think  is  spoken  from  the  heart : 
It  comes  from  one  who  troubled  is,  each  day",  in  miud  full  sore, 
Who  in  their  youth  have  been  too  kind,  therefore  must  now  be  poor. 

Farewel,  my  friends,  I  wish  you  all  may  warning  by  me  take, 

And  in  your  youth  while  you  are  strong,  your  future  fortunes  make  : 

Be  courteous,  kind,  to  every  one,  yet  as  1  said  before, 

Be  careful  in  your  youthful  time,  or  else  in  age  be  poor.  56 

With  Allowance. 

JFtnts. 

London,  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  in  Vim-Street,  near  Hatton- Garden. 

[Black-letter.     Two  cuts,   1st,  the  long-robed  man  given  in  Vol.  II.  p.  349  ; 
2nd,  as  on  p.  478.     Date,  circa  1646-72.] 

%*  The  ballad  of  "  A  Groat's-worth  of  Good  Counsel  for  a  Penny" 
appealed  to  customers  by  a  double  temptation,  it  offered  a  bargain  below  cost 
price,  a  fourfold  gain,  and,  while  practically  recommending  outlay  for  purchase, 
it  theoretically  encouraged  thrift,  as  the  '  bad  Husband's '  Repentance  had 
nothing  to  do  with  matrimony;  he  was  merely  a  man  who  failed  to  'husband' 
his  resources  frugally.  The  same-  consideration  applies  to  "  Two  Penny- worth  of 
Wit  for  a  Penny  ;  or,  the  Bad  Husband  turned  Thrifty  "  (on  p.  483). 


480 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  11.204  ;  Pepys,IV.  78;   Rawhnson,  566,  fol.  19  ;  Huth, 

I.  127  ;  Jersey,  II.  93.] 

%  dSroatstoortl)  of  dSooti  Counsel 

foe  a  (Betittp ;  or,  3She  15ao  ^usbauo's  Krpnttawe* 

Bad  Husbands  all,  come  hear  what  I  bave  pen'd, 

I  bope  tins  song  to  you  will  be  a  friend, 

And  let  no  man  now  spend  his  means  in  waste, 

It  brings  him  into  poverty  and  disgrace, 

And  now  bad  Husbands  hear  what  I  say, 

And  save  a  groat  against  a  rainy  day. 

To  the  Tune  of  Packington's  Pound ;  or,  Digit/ s  Farewel.     [  Cf. 
pp.  331,  346,  483.]     With  Allowance. 

COme  hither,  good  fellows,  and  hear  what  I  say, 
A  new  song  I  will  sing  if  you  please  for  to  stay, 
And  if  you  will  be  [all]  warned  by  me, 
To  be  careful  in  time  and  save  your  mon[e]y  : 
Foul  Winters  are  long,  and  cold  weather  is  hard, 
And  a  man  without  money  no  one  will  regard, 
Let  your  wife  and  your  children  be  your  chief  care, 
For  wring-spiggots  care  not,  how  hard  they  do  fare.  8 

There's  some  are  so  cunning  they'l  hold  you  in  play, 

For  to  get  your  money,  they'l  cause  you  to  stay  : 

W'ith  so  many  fine  words,  and  may  chance  a  fine  bit, 

While  your  money  doth  last,  she  will  cause  you  to  sit 

Until  their  strong  liquor  doth  fire  in  your  face, 

You  are  apt  all  your  money  then  to  part  with  apace  ; 

Then  the  ale-wives  market  is  got  to  a  head, 

While  your  wife  and  children  may  chance  to  want  bread.       1 G 

If  you  sell  house  or  Lands,  or  put  goods  into  sale, 

]f  they  see  you  have  money  you  shall  not  want  ale ; 

For  as  long  as  my  money  did  hold  out  and  run, 

I  was  bravely  respected  by  every  man : 

But  now  I  do  know  and  I  plainly  do  see, 

It  was  more  for  the  love  of  my  money  than  me ; 

As  long  as  a  man  has  a  coat  on  his  back, 

To  fill  in  their  liquor  they  will  not  be  slack.  24 

This  by  experience  I  find  to  be  true, 
Which  makes  both  my  back  and  my  belly  to  rue  ; 
For  when  I  had  gold  and  silver  good  store, 
There  would  be  such  bussings  to  set  me  ashore  : 


A  Groatsworth  of  Good- Counsel  for  a  Penny.         481 

But  I  have  spent  and  wasted  my  store, 

I  may  knock  twenty  times  e're  they  open  the  door, 

And  if  I  say,  '  I  want  money,  will  you  trust  me  a  quart  ? ' 

Then  they  say,  '  Honest  friend,  we're  not  trusted  malt.'         32 

If  a  man  can  be  wise  and  consider  this  Song, 

It  may  chance  do  him  good  for  to  guide  him  along, 

For  spending  and  wasting  consumes  a  man's  state, 

Then  he  falls  into  misery  and  repents  when  too  late. 

But  that's  not  the  way,  as  I  told  you  to-day, 

It  's  the  ale-wives'  delight  to  make  them  their  prey. 

The  best  thing  that  I  know  is  for  a  man  to  take  care, 

Then  his  wife  and  his  children  the  better  will  fare.  40 

What  is  a  man  better  to  have  store  of  means  [won], 

And  waste  it  away  like  butter  in  the  sun, 

Then  [is]  he,  like  a  cow  that  doth  fill  a  great  pale,  [=pall. 

And  after  to  cast  it  all  down  with  her  heel, 

But  be  careful  to  labour  in  an  honest  way, 

Then  God  he  will  bless  you  by  night  and  by  day, 

That  man  is  bewitcht  that  hath  a  good  state  of  his  own, 

And  not  be  content  till  'tis  gone  down  the  red  lane.     [*•*■  g"1^'1- 

If  you  drink  the  very  shirt  and  coat  from  your  back,   t2nd  Part-] 

If  some  get  your  money  they  care  not  who  lack, 

And  they  sit  in  their  chair  in  pomp  and  in  state, 

As  long  as  you  have  a  penny  they'l  hold  you  in  prate; 

But  if  they  see  that  your  pockets  are  bare, 

They  say,  '  Honest  friend,  we  will  fill  no  more  beer : 

Bray  pay  your  reckoning  and  go  home  to  your  wife, 

If  she  chance  to  [o'er]  look  you,  she'l  lead  you  a  bad  life  '    5G 

I  told  you  before  in  a  Song  I  did  sing, 

That  winter  is  long  l  and  much  hunger  doth  bring, 

And  many  a  family  comes  unto  want, 

Where  husbands  are  given  to  drink  and  to  rant : 

Therefore  it  is  good  to  keep  something  in  store, 

And  learn  to  pass  by  [their]  ale-houses'  door, 

And  think  of  cold  wiritei*,  for  be  sure  it  will  come, 

If  means  then  be  wanting  then  all  are  undone.  64 

Let  old  Age  and  Sickness  be  a  man's  chiefest  care, 

Be  sure  it  will  come,  we  must  all  have  a  share, 

Then  bad  husbands  will  think  what  they  spent  in  vain  pots 

When  they  have  gone  home  and  made  themselves  sots ; 


1  This  cannot  refer  to  "Drive  the  cold  winter  away!"  which  is  by  Martin 
Parker,  and  of  much  earlier  date  ("  All  hail  to  the  days,"  in  Roxb.  Ballads,  i.  84). 
It  more  probably  alludes  to  the  opening  portion  of  the  present  song  [Cf.  lines 
5  and  6),  while  the  final  half-sheet  counts  as  a  Second  Part.  Bighfs  Farewell 
was  not  of  earlier  date  than  1672,  the  action  at  Sole  Bay,  on  May  28. 

VOL.  vi.  2  I 


182         A  Groatsworth  of  Good-Counsel  for  a  Penny. 

Is  it  not  then  folly  for  a  man  to  <lo  so? 

IIo  knows  not  his  friend  then,  1  Bay,  from  his  foe; 

llr  wasteth  his  wit  and  consumes  his  estate, 

And  repenteth  his  folly  when  it  is  too  late.  72 

Now  in  spending  your  money  he  not  too  free, 

Hut  trust  to  yourselves  when  you  do  not  see  me, 

And  be  sure  to  save  something  against  a  rainy  day, 

Then  your  own  pot  at  home  the  better  will  play; 

And  to  your  own  Wife  and  Children  be  kind, 

And  that  will  be  the  part  of  an  honest  man's  mind, 

And  not  spend  your  money  in  a  drunken  crew, 

Lest  they  want  it  at  home,  then  the  fault  is  in  you.  80 

Now  in  the  Conclusion  I  have  a  word  more  to  say, 

Take  every  one  one  [ballad],  and  make  no  delay, 

The  price  is  but  a  penny,  and  that  is  not  dear, 

The  best  penny  worth  of  wit  that  you  bought  this  2  year; 

And  be  sure  to  observe  it  when  you  have  it  at  home, 

It  may  chance  do  you  good  when  I  am  dead  and  gone, 

It  may  save  you  a  groat  when  you  would  cast  it  away, 

For  to  do  you  good  in  a  cold  winter's  day.  88 

[!'iil>lisher's  name  cut  off  from  Roxburghe  copy.  Hutli's  and  Rawlinson's  were 
printed  for  P.  Brooksby  and  Licensed  by  Jioger  V Estrange.  In  Black-letter. 
( hie  woodcut,  the  same  as  on  p.  490.    Date  between  1 672  and  September,  1685.  ] 

%*  An  Answer  to  tbis  is  extant  (in  tbe  Jersey  Collection,  I.  20,  now  Earl 
Crawford's  Bibliotheca  Lindesiana,  and),  in  C.  22.  e.  f'ol.  150  :  — 
The  Merry  Gossip's  Vindication 
To  the  Groatsworth  of  Good  Councel  Declaration. 

To  the  [same]  Tune  of  Bigbits  Farewell.      Eleven  stanzas  in  all.     It  begins, 

"A  company  of  gossips  that  love  good  bub  L*  e-  Drink.] 

They  met  at  an  Alehouse,  where  they  did  Club, 
They  call'd  for  the  Short  Pot,  and  likewise  for  the  long, 
'  Come,  Tapster,  be  quick,  for  we  soon  must  begon.' 
They  cupt  it  about,  and  they  made  such  great  hast[e], 
Till  their  nose  and  their  face  were  all  in  a  blaze ; 
A  man  he  may  work  all  the  days  of  his  life, 
But  he  must  ask  his  wife's  leave  if  he  intends  for  to  thrive.''' 

Printed,  like  our  original,  for  Philip  Brooksby,  at  tbe  Golden-Ball  in  Pye-Corner. 
With  the  sainu  woodcut  to  both,  as  on  our  p.  227,  and  462.  Martin  Parker 
had  written  "A  Pennyworth  of  Good  Couusell,"  beginning,  "Of  late  it  was 
my  chance  to  walk,  for  recreation  in  the  Spring."  Reprinted  in  Itoxburghe 
Ballads,  vol.  ii.  295,  to  the  tune  of  Bulcina  :  a  ballad  in  this  vol.,  p.  166. 

£foo  IDcnnu^mortfj  of  WLit. 

Another  self-pitying  complaint  for  having  been  "too  kind"  to  fellow-revellers 
and  hostesses.  Compare  Note  on  p.  479.  Bankrupt  revellers  expected  to  enjoy 
unlimited  credit :  it  seemed  reasonable  to  the  thirsty. 


4cS3 


[Roxburghe  Collectiou,  II.  482;  IV.  6G  ;  Douce,  II.  2Z\vo.  ;  Jersey,  I.  GO.] 

Ctuo^pennp-toortl)  of  Wit  for  a 

fgrmip ;  or,  "€\)t  tiao  ^usbano  nirn'D  %bnftp> 

This  Man  that  wrought  his  own  decay, 

And  spent  his  money  night  and  day  ; 

Is  turn'd  to  saving,  I  do  swear, 

There's  few  with  him  that  can  compare  : 

And  lives  so  civil  iu  his  ways, 

That  all  his  neighbours  give  him  praise, 

And  does  repent  his  wicked  crime, 

And  desires  good  Fellows  to  turn  in  time ; 

There's  many  a  man  runs  himself  clear  out, 

When  Ale's  in  his  head,  then  Wit  is  out. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Packingtori' 's  Pound.     [See  p.  331.] 


A  LI  Company-Keepers  come  hear  what  I  say, 
Here's  a  notable  Song  if  you  please  for  to  stay, 
It  will  learn  you  good  councel,  be  rul'd  by  a  friend, 
If  you  go  to  an  alehouse  your  money  to  spend  : 
For  four-pence  or  sixpence,  you  may  spend  I  do  say, 
If  you  call  any  higher  it's  all  thrown  away  ; 
Then  Bamaby  will  begin  to  work  in  your  head, 
There's  many  does  forget  that  their  Children  want  Bread. 

Observe  a  good  hour,  and  looee  not  your  time, 

If  you  meet  with  a  friend  that  you  needs  must  go  drink, 

I  desire  you  to  take  this  councel  of  mine, 

Keep  wit  in  your  noddle,  and  your  pockets  some  chink  : 

Then  your  wife  will  [be]  pleased,  your  children  glad, 

And  a  great  deal  of  comfort  there  will  to  be  had  : 

But  if  you  spend  all  your  money  and  make  your  self  poor, 

Then  your  rent  will  be  wanting,  you'l  be  turn'd  out  of  door. 


16 


484  Two-penny  TTuii/t  of  Wit  for  a  Penny. 

To  see  some  men  when  they  are  full  of  drink, 

What  a  beastly  condition  it  is  we  may  think, 

That  they  hardly  can  know  one  man  from  another, 

They  abuse  their  best  friend  if  it  be  their  own  brother. 

They'l  tumble  i'  th'  dirt,  and  they'l  stagger  i'  th'  street, 

And  affront  e'ry  man  and  woman  they  meet, 

That  when  they  are  sober  will  scorn  to  do  so, 

For  they  hardly  can  know  their  friend  from  their  foe.  24 

For  I  my  own  self  have  been  in  the  same  way, 

And  wasted  my  money  by  night  and  by  day, 

And  never  did  think  how  my  Children  was  serv'd, 

Till  neighbours  did  say  that  they  almost  were  starv'd. 

If  my  wife  chance  to  say  that  any  thing  she  did  lack, 

I  would  call  her  base  whore  and  be  sure  pay  her  back ; 

That  was  the  best  comfort  I  could  her  afford, 

Then  I  out  to  the  Ale-house,  and  spent  like  a  Lord.  32 

I  sold  all  my  goods,  and  I  wasted  my  store, 

And  at  the  long  run  I  was  grown  very  poor, 

A  hundred  and  fifty  good  pounds  I  have  spent, 

As  long  as  any  was  left  I  could  not  be  content ; 

My  hostess  she  would  be  so  merry  with  me, 

When  I  call'd  for  liquor  and  paid  for  't  too  free ; 

And  with  slabering  and  kissing  she  pleasd  me  to  th'  life, 

Thus  I  like  a  villain  did  wrong  my  poor  wife.  K) 

At  last  I  consider'd,  and  did  think  in  my  mind, 

How  to  my  own  family  I  had  been  too  unkind  ; 

Which  troubles  my  conscience  to  think  on  the  same, 

That  with  drinking  and  swilling  I  was  much  to  blame; 

My  Children  was  bare,  and  hard  they  did  fare, 

And  I  of  their  misery  never  took  care, 

Hut  now  I'le  begin  for  to  live  a  new  life, 

And  take  pains  to  maintain  both  my  Children  and  wife.  48 

For  I  to  the  Ale-house  have  been  too  kind, 

Which  to  my  undoing  I  plainly  do  find  ; 

My  poor  little  Children  are  fallen  into  want, 

Which  grieves  me  to  see  them,  full  sore  I  repent, 

That  I  had  such  fortune  for  to  be  so  led, 

With  Drunken  companions  which  caus'd  me  be  bad, 

But  he  runs  a  long  race,  that  ne'r  has  an  end,  icf-  494- 

I  make  much  of  my  money  that  God  does  me  send.  56 

I'le  be  careful  of  my  children  and  make  much  of  my  wife, 
And  provide  meat  and  drink  for  to  preserve  their  life, 
That  little  that's  left  I  hope  to  make  it  more, 
With  taking  of  pains,  and  with  working  full  sore : 


Two-penny  Worth  of  Wit  for  a  Penny.  485 

And  ale-wives  go  hang  themselves  with  what  they  have  got, 
No  more  of  my  money  shall  fall  to  their  lot ; 
I  have  sow'd  my  wild  Oats  and  I  will  have  a  care,        [See  p.  495. 
Of  drunken  companions  that  made  me  so  bare.  64 

It  is  a  brave  thing  when  a  Winter  comes  cold, 

To  have  something  in  store,  with  that  a  man  may  be  bold, 

Either  land-men  or  sea-men  what  ever  they  be, 

All  young-men  consider,  be  ruled  by  me, 

For  hostesses  [of]  tap  houses  will  fill  you  no  beer,  ["and." 

No  longer  than  your  money  holds  out,  you  may  swear, 

For  I  my  own  self  now  do  find  it  too  true, 

Which  makes  me  to  speak,  for  what  I  spent  I  do  rue.  72 

Since  I  took  a  good  course  and  forsaken  the  bad, 

With  my  wife  and  my  Children  there  is  enough  to  be  had, 

But  while  I  kept  drinking  and  losing  my  time, 

All  my  whole  household  was  ready  to  pine : 

But  it  is  a  long  day  that  ne'r  has  an  end, 

Therefore  all  good-fellows  be  rul'd  by  a  Friend, 

Keep  money  in  your  pockets  and  good  cloaths  to  your  back, 

Drink  to  do  your  selves  good,  but  take  heed  of  a  Crack.1         80 

Now  in  the  conclusion  that  man  is  well  blest, 

That  lives  sober,  and  quietly,  and  forgoes  Drunkenness, 

He  never  will  be  out  of  reason  with  his  wife, 

If  God  give  him  a  blessing  he's  free  from  all  strife. 

It  is  a  brave  thing  if  a  man  do  take  pains, 

If  he  work  ne'r  so  hard  if  he  bring  home  the  gains  ; 

Therefore  take  this  councel  I  pray  you  of  mine, 

It's  a  penny  well  bestow'd,  he  that  takes  up  in  time.  88 

tfiniz. 

Printed  for  J.  Deacon,  at  the  Angel  in  Guiltspur  Street. 

[In  Black-letter,  with  three  woodcuts,  first,  the  Old  Cavalier,  on  p.  137,  or  p.  186  ; 
second,  a  table  and  cups,  being  fragment  of  Tinker-ballad  cut,  Vol.  V.  164  ; 
third,  for  a  small  new  cut  of  revellers  at  table  with  musicians  in  gallery,  we 
have  substituted  a  small  cut  on  p.  483.    Date  of  the  ballad,  circa  1680.] 

Note. — A  Crack  was  a  loose  bona  roba,  such  as  Justice  Shallow  had  known. 

%*  With  the  ensuing  ballad  entitled  "Nick  and  Froth,"  denouncing  the 
tricks  of  tapsters   and  hostesses   in   giving  false  measure,    may  be   associated 
Humphrey   Crouch's  ballad    "The    Industrious   Smith"    (reprinted  in   vol.    i. 
pp.  469 — 474),  he  remonstrating  agaiust  objectional  practices,  was  answered  : — 
"  But,"  quoth  the  good  wife,  "  Sweet  heart,  do  not  rayl, 
These  things  must  be,  if  we  sell  Ale !  " 
Tune  and  burden  of  We'll  drink  this  Old  Ale  no  more,  no  more  !  not  identified. 


486 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  IT.  376;  ITutli,  TT.  42;  Jersey,  II.  162.  J 

il?tcft  ant)  ifrotl) ; 

(Dv, 

^§c  dDoot^frltoto'g  Complaint  foe  team  of  full  a&caguit, 

Disroucrinrr.  tTir  Deceits,  ano  Abuses  of  Firtnallers,  QTnpstcrs,  SUc 
Drapers;  ano  all  the  rest  of  trjc  Socicto  of  Dninkara=makcrs: 
38g  fillinrj  tlirir  Drink  in  jFalse  jHarrgons,  pimping  (Eankcros, 
Cans,  raH'o  (Et'cklrrs ;  L\aMu'ts,  3ucjs,  anrj  short  Quarterns,  to 
tfjc  grant)  abuse  of  the  ^oricty  of  (PooMelloinstjip. 

Good  Fellows  Drinks  their  Liquor  without  flinching, 
Then  why  should  Knavish  Tapsters  use  such  pinching. 

Tune  of,  We'l  Drink  this  Old  Ale  no  more,  no  more. 


[These  cuts  belong  to  p.  477.  J 

A  LI  you  that  are  Free-men  of  Ale-Drapers  hall 
And  Tapsters  "where  ever  you  be, 
Be  sure  you  be  ready  to  come  at  my  call, 
And  your  knavery  here  you  shall  see. 

A  knot  of  Good-fellows  we  are  here  inclin'd, 

To  challenge  you  out  if  you  dare, 
A  very  sharp  Tryal  you're  like  to  find, 

Although  it  be  at  your  own  Bar. 


Nick  and  Froth.  487 

Your  cheats  and  abuses,  we  long  did  abide, 

But  times  are  so  wondrous  hard, 
That  Losers  may  speak,  it  cannot  be  deny'd, 

Of  our  Measure  we  have  been  debar'd. 

But  now  we'll  show  you  a  trick  (you  knaves), 

And  lay  you  all  open  to  view, 
It's  all  for  your  Froth  and  your  Nick  (you  slaves), 

And  tell  you  no  more  than  is  true. 

If  in  a  cold  morning  we  chance  to  come, 

And  bid  a  good  morrow  my  Host, 
And  call  for  some  Ale,  you  will  bring  us  black  Pots, 

Yet  scarce  will  afford  us  a  Toast.  20 

For  those  that  drink  Beer,  'tis  true  as  I'me  here 

Your  counterfeit  flaggons  you  have, 
Which  holds  not  a  quart,  scarce  by  a  third  part, 

And  that  makes  my  Hostis  go  brave. 

But  now  pimping  tankerds  are  all  in  use, 

Which  drains  a  man's  pocket  in  brief: 
For  he  that  sits  close,  and  takes  of  his  dose, 

Will  find  that  the  Tankerd's  a  thief. 

Bee't  tankerd  or  flaggon,  which  of  them  you  brag  on, 

We'l  trust  you  to  Nick  and  to  Froth ; 
Before  we  can  drink,  be  sure  it  will  shrink, 

Far  worser  than  North  Country  cloth. 

When  Summer  is  coming,  then  hey,  brave  boys. 

The  tickling  Cans  they  run  round, 
Pray  tak't  in  good  part,  for  a  Winchester  Quart 

Will  fill  six,  I  dare  lay  you  a  Pound. 

Your  Rabbits  and  jugs  and  coffee-house  Mugs 

Are  ready  when  e're  you  do  call, 
A  P take  his  trade,  such  measures  that  made, 

I  wish  that  Old  Nick  had  them  all.  40 

When  we  have  a  fancy  our  noses  to  steel, 

And  call  for  some  Nance  of  the  best,  [=Nantz. 

Be  sure  the  short  Pot  must  fall  to  our  lot, 

For  now  they  are  all  in  request. 

Scarce  one  house  in  twenty,  where  measure  is  plenty, 

But  still  they  are  all  for  the  Pinch  ; 
Thus  every  day,  they  drive  custome  away, 

And  force  us  good  Fellows  to  flinch. 


488  The  Good-Fellow's  Complaint. 

Sometimes  a  man  may  leave  something  to  pay, 

Though  seldom  he  did  it  before  ; 
With  Marlborough  Cholke,  you  his  patience  provoke 

"When  ever  he  clears  off  his  score.  [vide,  Note. 

The  women  likewise,  which  are  not  precise, 

But  will  take  a  Cup  of  the  best, 
Tho'  they  drink  for  pleasure,  they'l  have  their  measure, 

Or  else  you  shall  have  little  rest. 

There's  Billings-gate  Nan,  and  all  her  whole  gang 

Complaining  for  want  of  their  due  : 
True  Topers  they  are,  as  e're  scor'd  at  Bar, 

For  they'l  drink  till  their  noses  look  blew.  60 

A  Pot  and  a  Toast  will  make  them  to  boast 

Of  things  that  are  out  of  their  reach  : 
So  long  as  a  groat  remains  in  the  coat, 

They  over  good  Liquor  will  preach. 

In  Shoo-malers  Row  there's  true  hearts  you  know, 

But  give  them  their  measure  and  weight, 
They'l  scorn  for  to  stir,  but  stick  like  a  Bur, 

And  tope  it  from  morning  till  night. 

Then  there's  honest  Smug,  that  with  a  full  jug 

Will  set  all  his  brains  on  a  float : 
But  you  are  such  Sots  to  fill  him  small  Pots, 

Will  scarce  quench  the  spark  in  his  throat. 

With  many  such  Blades,  of  several  trades, 

Which  freely  their  money  will  spend  ; 
But  fill  them  good  drink,  they  value  not  chink 

Where  ever  they  meet  with  a  friend. 

Most  Trades  in  the  Nation  give  their  approbation 

How  that  you  are  much  for  to  blame : 
Then  make  no  excuses,  but  cease  your  abuses, 

And  fill  up  your  measure  for  shame.  80 

[Colophon  lost,  but  the  Huth  copy  was  printed  for  R.  Burton,  in  TFest-SmilhJicld. 
In  Black-letter.  Four  woodcuts :  1st,  the  smokers  on  p.  490 ;  2nd,  the  girl 
(fragment)  on  p.  329;  3rd,  the  man,  vol.  iii.  p.  613;  4th,  mutilated,  of 
man,  vol.  i.  p.  210.     We  insert  cuts  belonging  to  p.  477.     Date  circa  1665.] 

***  '  Marlborough  chalk '  had  a  slit  in  it,  so  that  each  downward  stroke  left  a 
double-score  for  the  reckoning.  This  kind  of  second-sight  was  limited  to  tapsters. 
Tipplers  had  the  gift  of  double- vision  in  a  different  way  ;  like  the  Westminster 
Home-un-Ruler,  who,  looking  at  the  full  moon  alongside  the  illuminated  Clock- 
Tower  (at  an  angle),  said,  "  I  must  be  very  far  gone.  I've  often  seen  two  moons ; 
but  to-night  I  see  six\  "     Charles  Keene  immortalized  the  speaker,  in  Punch. 


489 


T 


€J)C  iftotilc  IProDigal. 


HIS  jovial  ditty  belongs  to  the  date  immediately  preceding  the 
Restoration,  29  May,  1660.  The  reference  to  George  Monck,  after- 
wards the  Duke  of  Albemarle,  is  in  second  portion.  As  "  A  Medley  " 
it  reappeared  in  the  rare  first  edition  of  Merry  Drollery,  p.  130, 
1661  ;  p.  138  of  the  edition  1670  (and  reissue  in  1691).  It  was 
also  in  the  Loyal  Garland  of  1686  (reprint  p.  69),  and  probably 
earlier  in  five  lost  editions.  That  it  was  composed  for  some  city 
banquet  appears  certain,  and  it  may  not  improbably  have  been  one 
of  Thomas  Jordan's  numerous  successes.  It  was  sung  to  six  con- 
secutive dance-tunes  : — First,  the  Jew's  Coranto  ;  second,  the  Princess 
Royal]  third,  Come  hither,  my  own  Sweet  Duck  (from  a  lively  ballad 
"  The  Insatiate  Lover,"  which  we  reprinted  in  our  1876  edition  of 
Choice  Drollery,  p.  247,  from  Merry  Drollery,  ii.  106,  1661  edit.); 
fourth  and  fifth,  French  Tricatecs,  and  sixth,  A  new  Country  dance. 
Thus  the  jig  was  kept  up  throughout.  The  variations  in  book 
versions  are  not  important.  Line  10,  '  He  was,  Sir  Reverence,  a 
Parliament  man.'  Line  14,  '  Then  Royalists,  since  you  are  undone.' 
Lines  17,  18,  'We'll  tipple  .  .  .  and  drink  our  woes,'  etc.  Line 
30,  '  Sackifie.'  Lines  35,  36,  we  may  read  '  belfry  '  if  we  choose, 
preferring  the  fry,  '  and  a  snatch.'  Line  37,  '  Wee's  be  bonny  and 
jolly.'  Line  43,  'Till  Mauris  ap  Shenkim,'  etc.  Line  50,  'Intreut, 
Monsieur.'  Line  54,  caret.  Nota  Bene.  The  two  other  portions  to 
end  are  absent  from  Merry  Drollery,  but  are  valuable  as  indicating  the 
hopes  cherished  of  a  return  to  monarchy.  Royalists  did  not  forget 
the  baseness  of  the  Scots  selling  their  own  native-born  King 
Charles  I.  to  the  Parliament  in  1642;  therefore  they  marked  the 
strangeness  of  Scotland  to  begin  to  be  true.  It  certainly  had  not 
recently  proved  itself  the  Land  of  the  Leal.  There  was  still  half- 
heartedness  in  the  Presbyterian  acceptance  of  Charles  II.  In  next 
lines  is  one  of  the  stale  allusions  to  Cromwell  as  a  brewer's  drayman 
of  Huntingdon ;  another  to  the  short-cloaked  Independent  as  a 
Jesuit  in  spirit ;  and  a  third  to  the  ballad-singers  having  been 
severely  persecuted  whenever  they  dared  to  turn  the  Rump  Parlia- 
ment into  ridicule,  by  simply  telling  to  what  depths  of  degradation 
it  had  fallen.     Here  is  the  first  stanza  of  "  The  Insatiate  Lover." 

Come  hither,  my  own  sweet  Duck,  and  sit  upon  my  knee, 

And  thou  and  I  will  truck  for  thy  commodity, 

If  thou  wilt  be  my  honey,  then  I  will  be  thine  own  ; 

Thou  shalt  not  want  for  money,  if  thou  wilt  make  it  known. 
With  hey  ho,  my  honey  !   My  heart  shall  never  rue, 
For  I  have  been  spending  money,  and  among  the  jovial  crew. 
[16  stanzas.] 

Music  is  in  Playford's  Dancing  Master,  1665  and  1686  editions. 


400 


[Roxburghe  Collodion,  II.  372  ;  Huth,  II.  44  ;  Jersey  (Lindesiana),  I.  383. 

Ct)e  iI?oble  i&roDtgal; 

or, 

Or  ftoung  ^rtr  rotolp  come  to  Ins  (Estate* 

Who  very  kindly  doth  invite  you  all, 
To  feast  upon  his  Father's  funerall. 

A  new  Medly  of  st\  Aykes. 
First  Ayr.      The  Jew's  Coranlto]. 


IEt's  call,  and  drink  the  Cellar  dry, 
J     There's  nothing  sober  underneath  the  sky, 
The  greatest  Kingdoms  in  confusion  lye, 
Since  all  the  world  grow  mad,  why  may  not  I  ? 

My  Father's  dead,  and  I  am  free  ; 
He  left  no  children  in  the  world  but  me. 
The  Divel  drank  him  down  with  usury, 
And  lie  repine  in  liberality. 

When  first  the  English  war  began, 
He  was  precisely  a  politick  man, 
That  gain'd  his  state  by  Sequestration, 

till  Oliver  began 
To  come  with  sword  in  hand,  and  put  him  to  the  run. 


The  Noble  Prodigal  401 

Then,  jovial  Lads,  who  are  undone 

So  by  the  Father,  come  home  to  the  Son, 
Whom  wine  and.  musick  now  do  wait  upon, 

he'l  tipple  up  a  tun, 
And  drink  your  woes  away,  jolly  hearts,  come  on,  come  on. 

Second  Ayr.     Princess  Royal. 

Here's  a  health  to  him  that  may  [*•«■ t0  George  Monk. 

Do  a  trick  that  shall 
advance  you  all, 
And  beget  a  very  jovial  day.  ["'• lcct- a  meilT- 

Pill  another  bowl  to  hee 

Who  hath  drank  by  stealth  24 

his  Landlord's  health,  [*•«• the  absent  Charles  n. 

If  his  spirit  and  his  tongue  agree 
The  land  shall  celebrate  his  fame, 
All  the  world  en  balm  his  name, 

Not  a  right  good  fellow 

But  will  satisfie  the  same.  ial- !ccf-  Sackifit'- 

The  bells  full  merrily  shall  ring. 
All  the  town  shall  dance  and  sing, 

More  delights  than  I  can  tell  ye 
When  we  see  this  noble  Spring, 

Wee'l  have  Ladies  by  the  belfry, 
And  a  snatch  at  t'other  thing.  36 


*■&■ 


The  Third  Aycr.     Come  hither,  my  own  sweet  Buck} 

Wee's  aw  be  merry  and  jolly, 

Quaff,  carouse  and  reel ; 
Wee's  play  with  Peggy  and  Molly, 

Dance,  and  kiss,  and  feell ; 
Wee's  put  up  the  Bag-pipe  and  Organ, 

And  make  the  Welch  Harper  to  play, 
Till  Mauris  ap  Shon  ap  Morgan  [*■'*•  aP  Shenkin  ap, 

Frisk  as  on  St.  Taffie's  day.  [misprint,  Fisk. 

Hold  up,  Jinny. 
Piper,  come  play  us  a  Spring, 

All  you  that  have  musick  in  ye, 
Tipple,  dance,  and  sing.  48 

1  Page  489  holds  first  stanza  of  original  (c.  1656) ;  here  is  the  second  :  — 

I  prethee  leave  thy  scorning,  which  our  true  love  beguiles, 
Thy  eyes  are  bright  as  morning,  the  sun  shines  in  thy  smiles  ; 
Thy  gesture  is  so  prudent,  thy  language  is  so  free, 
That  he  is  the  best  Student  which  can  study  thee. 

With  hey  ho,  my  honey  !  my  heart  shall  never  rue,  etc. 


492 


The  Nolle  Prodigal. 


Fourth  Ayer.     French  Tricatees. 

Let  de  French  Mounseiur  come  and  swear, 

Begar,  Mounseiur ! 
Dis  is  de  ting  vee  long  to  hear 
So  many  a  year, 
Dancing  vill  be  lookt  upon, 
Now  de  man  of  Yron  is  gone, 
Me  glad  his  dancing  day  be  done. 
When  de  flower  de  luces  grows 
With  de  Enlish  Crown  and  Rose, 
Dat's  very  good  as  we  suppose, 
De  French  can  live  without  de  nose. 


[i.e.  Old  Noll. 


[Aforbo  gallica. 


Fifth  Ayr.     French  Tricatees. 

Spain  and  England  then, 

like  men, 
Shall  love  and  make  a  League  agen, 
Holland  Boors  shall  quaff, 

i'ud  laugh, 
Poor  Irish  swim  in  Usquebaugh, 

James  and  Jinnihin  [=Jenkin. 

touch  the  Minnikin, 
Drink  tdl  all  the  sky  look  blew  ; 

by  this  sweet  change 
Wonders  shall  ensue, 

almost  as  strange 
As  Scotland  to  be  (rue.  72 

Sixth  Ayr.     A  new  Country -dance. 

No  Drayman  shall  with  his  dul  feet  [ulprear, 

Lord  in  the  Common-weal ; 
Or  Jesuite  in  the  Pulpit  appear, 

Under  a  Cloak  of  zeal : 
Musician  [s]  never  be  noted 

For  wandring  men  of  ease,  L*-«-  cited  as  vagabonds. 

But  they  shall  be  finely  coated, 

And  permitted  to  sing  what  they  please. 
If  all  things  do  but  hit  well,  as 

Who  knows  but  so't  may  be, 
Though  now  you  be  very  jealous, 

Then  you'l  laugh  and  be  merry  as  we.  84 

[In  Black-letter.  Roxburghe  and  Hutk,  no  imprint.  Three  woodcuts  :  one  on 
p.  490  ;  the  second,  a  man,  on  p.  163  ;  the  third,  a  woman,  on  p.  166.  Date, 
the  eve  of  the  Restoration,  early  in  May,  1660.] 


493 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  IV.  31  ;  Repys,  IV.  77  ;  C  22.  e.  82.] 

%\)t  BaD^usbanlD'S  jfollp ; 

poOccrp  made  fmotum 

A  Man  may  waste  and  spend  away  his  store, 
But  if  misery  comes  he  lias  no  help  therefore ; 
This  man.  that  brought  himself  iuto  decay. 
Shews  other  Good  Fellows  that  they  go  not  astray. 

To  the  Ttjxe  of,  Come  hither,  my  own  Sweet  Ducle.    [See  p.  489.] 


TO  all  Good-Fellows  now  I  mean  to  sing  a  Song, 
I  have  wrought  ray  own  decay,  and  have  done  myself  great  wrong; 
In  following  the  Ale-house  I  have  spent  away  my  store, 
Bad  Company  did  me  undo,  but  Fie  do  so  no  more. 

That  man  that  haunts  the  Ale-house,  and  likewise  the  Drunken  Crew, 
Is  in  danger  to  dye  a  Beggar  without  any  more  ado  ; 
Would  I  might  he  an  Example  to  all  Good-Fellows  sure ; 
Bad  Company  \_did  me  undo,  but  Fie  do  so  no  more~\. 

I  had  a  fair  Estate  of  Land,  was  worth  forty  pounds  a  year, 
I  sold  and  mortgaged  all  that,  and  spent  it  in  strong  Beer ; 
My  wife  and  friends  could  not  rule  me,  until  I  did  wax  poor  : 
Bad  Company  {did  me  undo,  hit  Fie  do  so  no  more~\. 

I  came  unto  my  Hostis[s],  and  called  for  Liquor  apace, 

She  saw  my  money  was  plenty,  and  she  smiled  in  my  face ; 

If  I  said  "  Fill  a  Flaggon  !  "  they  set  two  upon  the  score, 

Bad  Company  [did  me  undoe,  but  Fie  do  so  no  more~\.  16 


494  The  Bad-HmbancVs  Folly. 

1  ranted  night  and  day,  and  I  let  my  Money  Ave, 
While  my  wife  was  almost  dead  with  grief,  to  hear  her  children  cry  ; 
For  they  were  almost  starv'd  and  pin'd,  they  wanted  food  so  sore  : 
Bad  Company  [did  me  undo,  but  Fie  do  so  no  more]. 

At  two  a  clock  i'  th'  morn  I  would  come  Drunken  home, 

And  if  my  wife  spoke  but  a  word,  I'd  kick  her  about  the  room  ; 

And  domineer  and  swear,  and  call  her  [foul  names  a  sc]ore, 

Bad  Company  [did  me  undo,  but  Fie  do  so  no  morel.  24 

Then  I  fell  sick  upon  the  same,  and  lay  three  months  and  more, 
But  never  an  Ale-wife  in  the  Town  would  come  within  my  door  ; 
But  my  poor  wife  was  my  best  friend,  and  stuck  to  me  therefore  : 
Bad  Company  [did  me  undo,  but  Fie  do  so  more']. 

My  wife  she  sold  her  Petticoat,  and  pawn'd  her  Wedding- Ring, 
To  relieve  me  in  my  misery,  in  any  kind  of  thing ; 

0  was  not  I  a  woful  man,  to  waste  and  spend  my  store, 

And  let  my  wife  and  children  toant  at  home,  but  Fie  do  so  no  more. 

When  I  began  to  mend  a  little,  I  walkt  to  take  the  air, 
And  as  I  went  along  the  Town  I  came  by  my  Hostise's  door  ; 

1  askt  her  for  to  trust  me  two-pence,  she  denyed  me  [and  swore]  : 
The  Money  that  I  have  spent  with  her  !  but  Fie  do  so  no  more.        36 

As  soon  as  I  get  strength  agen  I'le  fall  to  work  apace, 
To  maintain  my  wife  and  children,  for  my  Hostises  are  base  : 
I  see  who  is  a  man's  best  friend,  if  he  be  sick  or  poor, 
Bad  Company  [did  me  undo,  but  Fie  do  so  no  more]. 

And  when  I  do  get  money  agen,  I'le  learn  for  to  be  wise, 
And  not  believe  the  Drunken  Crew,  that  filled  my  ears  with  lyes  ; 
And  carry  it  home  unto  my  wife,  and  of  my  Children  take  more  care  ; 
Bad  Company  [did  me  undo,  but  Fie  do  so  no  more]. 

He  runs  a  very  long  Race  that  never  turns  again,  l°f-  484- 

And  brings  himself  unto  disgrace,  and  poverty  for  his  pain  ; 
But  now  I  will  be  careful  sure,  and  forgo  the  Ale-house  door ; 
Bad  Company  [did  me  undo,  but  Fie  do  so  no  more].  52 

Xow  to  conclude  and  make  an  end  what  I  have  put  in  Rhime, 
That  all  Good -fellows  they  may  see  to  amend  their  lives  in  time  ; 
And  learn  for  to  be  Thrifty,  to  save  something  by  in  store : 
Bad  Company  [did  me  undo,  but  Fie  do  so  no  more]. 

Printed  for  J.  Beacon  at  Anyel  in  Guilt-spur-street  without  Neivyate. 

[In  Black-letter.     One  woodcut,   as  on  p.  47o.     Date  circa   1680.     We  have 
taken  the  liberty  of  making  two  small  alterations  of  the  text  which  we  generally 

reproduce  in  its  integrity.     Line  23  is  "call  her  b h  and  w ;"  and 

line  3d  was  "  denyed  me  the  more."     "We  substitute  another  cut  on  p.  493.] 


495 


jftcte  from  5)gtic^lpack. 


"  You  have  kuown  better  days,  dear  ?  So  have  I  — 
And  worse  too,  for  they  brought  no  such  bud-mouth 
As  yours  to  lisp  '  You  wish  you  knew  me  ! '     Well, 
Wise  men,  'tis  said,  have  sometimes  wished  the  same." 

— Robt.  Browning, 

V 

I  j VERY  sensible  person  must  feel  contempt  for  such  weak-kneed 
hypocrites  ;ind  prurient  prudes  as  those  who  raise  an  outcry  if  by 
chance  they  surreptitiously  catch  sight  of  this  really  harmless  ballad. 
Cattle  of  that  sort  are  easily  shocked.  They  have  so  keen  a  scent 
for  impropriety  that  they  have  been  heard  to  denounce  "  The  Vicar 
of  Wakefield  "  because  of  a  seduction  in  it ;  and  they  refuse  to  go 
up  the  Thames  beyond  Twickenham,  or  to  visit  the  Peak  of  Derby- 
shire, because  there  are  objectionable  names  of  localities  in  the 
neighbourhood.  They  are  for  ever  finding  bodkins  at  the  World's- 
end,  and  other  inopportune  places,  like  Mrs.  Foresight  in  Congreve's 
"Love  for  Love,"  or  losing  them,  like  Mrs.  Frail;  so  it  is 
whispered.  Wolves-in-sheep's-clothing,  "  Thomas  Maitland"  and 
Co.,  may  denounce  the  "Hyde-Park  Frollic!" 

The  fact  is,  the  Roxburghe-Ballad  of  "  Newes  from  Hyde-Park," 
is  all  "  square  fun."  Its  mirthful  warning  against  the  gaudy 
"  Peacocks "  who  are  dangerous  whited-sepulchres  is  quite  as 
potent  as  any  Puritan  sermon,  and  couched  in  decent  language.  The 
baffled  Gallant  may  behave  better  in  the  country  than  he  threatens. 
It  is  all  idle  talk.  He  will  again  escape  out  of  mischief,  and  dis- 
creetly enter  into  the  torpedoed  harbourage  of  matrimony  (poor 
fellow  !) ;  perhaps  as  happily  as  Jerry  Hawthorn  in  Pierce  Egan's 
book,  "The  Finish,"  after  Bob  Logic  had  painfully  died  on  a  sick- 
bed, Corinthian  Kate  swallowed  poison,  and  Corinthian  Tom  broken 
his  neck  at  a  steeple- chase.  Wild  oats  that  have  to  be  sown  are 
an  ill-favoured  crop,  we  admit,  but  worse  if  they  are  scattered  late 
in  life,  when  the  corrupt  harvest  is  more  abundant.  Our  gallant 
nearly  burnt  his  fingers,  but  we  have  it  on  good  authority,  that 
he  "  left  sack,  and  lived  cleanly,  as  a  nobleman  should  do."  In 
the  reign  of  the  Merry  Monarch  were  a  few  naughty  damsels,  beside 
cakes  and  ale.     "  The  pity  of  it,  Iago  !  the  pity  of  it !  " 

The  tune  took  its  name  of  "  The  Crost  Couple  "  from  the  title  of 
a  ballad  beginning  "  I'le  tell  you  a  tale  no  stranger  than  true" 
(Roxb.  Coll.,  II.  94,  reprinted  in  these  Itoxburghe  Ballads,  vol.  iii. 
p.  648).  Other  names  were  adopted  from  the  present  ballad,  one 
being  Hide  Parle,  and  another  from  the  burden,  Tantara  rara 
tantivee.  Music  is  given  in  Pills  to  Purge  Melancholy,  iv.  138,  and  in 
Mr.  Chappell's  Popular  Music  of  the  Olden  Time,  p.  326.  It  was 
"  a  New  Northern  Tune,  much  in  fashion ;  "  compare  Sir  Eglamour 
and  The  Friar  in  the  Well,  as  similar  tunes,  Ibid.,  274,  276. 


496 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.   379;   Pepys,   III.  257;   Wood's,   E.  25,  fol.  92; 
Euing,  250;    Douce  II.  166,  111.  o  7  ;  Jersey,  II.  220;  Ouvry,  1.  47.] 

jl2ems  from  {jnOe^arft; 

©r, 
21  ucro  nurro  passage  Inftirh  iiapncti  rjcllui'it  a  NortI>(Countrrj 
Gentleman  ant)  a  licit)  (Paubu  (gallant  ILabu  of  pleasure,  tnljom 
ijc  took  up  in  the  Parke,  ant)  contntctcti  her  (in  her  oton  (Coach) 
home  to  her  Eoticjuujs,  anti  Inljat  rijanccti  tljcrc,  if  gou'll  benter 
Attention  the  £onrj  tutU  ticclarc. 

To  inE  Tune  of,  The  Crost  Couple.        [See  495,  and  vol.  iii.  p.  648.] 


ONe  evening,  a  little  before  it  was  dark, 
Sing  Tantara  rara  tan-tivee, 
I  call'd  for  my  Gelding  and  rid  to  Hide-Tar'ke, 

On  tantara  rara  tan-tivee. 
It  was  in  the  merry  month  of  Hay, 
When  meadows  and  fields  were  gaudy  and  gay, 
And  flowers  apparrell'd  us  bright  as  the  day, 
I  (jot  upon  my  tan-tivee. 

The  Park  shone  brighter  than  the  skyes, 

Sing  Tantara  rara  tan-tivee, 
"With  jewels  and  gold  and  Ladies'  eyes, 

That  sparkled  and  cry'd,  "  Come,  see  me!" 


News  from  Hyde-Park  :   Tantkee.  497 

Of  all  parts  of  England,  Hide-Vaxk  hath  the  name 
For  coaches  and  horses,  and  persons  of  fame  ; 
It  look'd,  at  first  sight,  like  a  field  full  of  flame, 

Which  made  me  ride  up  tan-tivee.  16 

There  hath  not  been  seen  such  a  sight  since  Adam's, 

For  perriwig,  ribbon,  and  feather. 
Hide-Fork  may  be  term'd  the  market  of  Madams, 

Or  Lady-Fair,  chuse  you  whether  ; 
Their  gowns  were  a  yard  too  long  for  their  legs, 
They  shew'd  like  the  Rainbow  cut  into  rags, 
A  Garden  of  flowers,  or  a  Navy  of  flags, 

When  they  all  did  mingle  together. 

Among  all  these  Ladies  I  singled  out  one, 

To  prattle  of  Love  and  Folly  ; 
I  found  her  not  coy,  but  jovial  as  Joan, 

Or  Betty,  or  Mar g ret,  or  Molly ; 
"With  honours  and  Love,  and  stories  of  chances 
My  spirits  did  move,  and  my  blood  she  advances, 
With  twenty  quonundrums  and  fifty-five  fancies,      [?•  Conun- 

I'd  \_soon~\  have  heen  at  her,  tan-tivee. 

We  talk't  away  time  until  it  grew  dark, 

The  place  did  begin  to  grow  privee  ; 
For  Gallants  began  to  draw  out  of  the  Park, 

Till  their  Horses  did  gallop,  Tan-tivee  : 
But  finding  my  courage  a  little  to  come, 
I  sent  my  Bay-Gelding  away  by  my  Groom, 
And  proffer'd  my  service  to  wait  on  her  home, 

In  her  coach  we  ivent  both,  tan-tivee. 

I  offer'd  and  proffer'd,  but  found  her  straight-laced, 

She  cry'd,  "  I  shall  never  believe  ye  ;  " 
This  arm-full  of  Sattin  I  bravely  embraced, 

And  fain  would  have  been  at  tan-tivee  : 
Her  lodging  was  pleasant  for  scent  and  for  sight, 
She  seem'd  like  an  Angel  by  Candle-light, 
And  like  a  bold  Archer  I  aim'd  at  the  white, 

Tan-tivee,  tan-tivee,  tan-tivee/  48 

With  many  denials,  she  yielded  at  last, 

Her  Chamber  being  wondrous  privee, 
That  I  all  the  night  there  might  have  my  repast, 

To  run  at  the  Ring  tan-tivee. 
I  put  off  my  cloathes,  and  I  tumbled  to  Bed ; 
She  went  to  her  Closet  to  dress  up  her  head, 
But  I  peep'd  in  the  key-hole  to  see  what  she  did, 

Which  put  me  quite  beside  my  Tan-tivee. 

VOL.    VI.  2    K 


498  News  from  Hyde-Park  :   Tantivee. 

She  took  off  her  head-tiro,  and  sliow'd  her  bald  pate, 

Her  cunning  did  very  much  grieve  me, 
Thought  I  to  myself,  "  If  it  were  not  so  late, 

I  would  home  to  my  lodgings,  believe  me  !  " 
Her  hair  being  gone,  she  seem'd  like  a  Hagg, 
Her  bald-pate  did  look  like  an  Estritche's  Egg, 
"  This  Lady  "  (thought  I)  "  is  as  right  as  my  leg, 

She  hath  been  too  much  at  Tan-tivee."  64 

The  more  I  did  peep,  the  more  I  did  spy, 

Which  did  to  amazement  drive  me  ; 
She  put  up  her  finger,  and  out  dropt  her  Eye, 

I  pray'd  that  some  Power  would  relieve  me  : 
But  now  my  resolve  was  never  to  trouble  her, 
Or  venture  my  carkis  with  such  a  blind  hobbler, 
She  look'd  with  One  Eye  just  like  Hewson  the  Cobler, 

When  he  us\l  to  ride  tan-tivee. 

I  peept,  and  was  still  more  perplexed  therewith  : 

Thought  I,  "  Tho't  be  Mid-night  I'le  leave  thee  ; 
She  fetcht  a  yawn,  and  out  fell  her  Teeth, 

This  Quean  had  intents  to  deceive  me  : 
She  drew  out  her  handkerchief,  as  I  suppose, 
To  wipe  her  high  fore- head,  and  off  dropt  her  ISose, 
Which  made  me  run  quickly  and  put  on  my  hose, 

"  The  Devil  is  in  my  Tan-tivee  !  "  80 

She  washt  all  the  Paint  from  her  visage,  and  then 

She  look'd  just  (if  you  will  believe  me) 
Like  a  Lancashire  Witch  of  four-score  and  ten, 

And  as  [if]  the  Devil  did  drive  me 
I  put  on  my  cloathes  and  cry'd  'Witches'  and  w[orse~], 
I  tumbl'd  down  stairs,  broke  open  the  doors, 
And  down  to  my  Country  again  to  my  Boors 
Next  morning  I  rid  Tan-tivee. 

You  North-country  Gallants  that  live  pleasant  lives, 

Let  not  curiosity  drive  ye 
To  leave  the  fresh  air  and  your  own  Tenants'  wives, 

For  Sattin  will  sadly  deceive  you  : 
For  ray  part  I  will  no  more  be  such  a  Meacock 
To  deal  with  the  plumes  of  a  Hide-park  Peacock, 
But  find  out  a  russet-coat  wench  and  a  haycock, 

And  there  I  will  ride  tan-tivee.  96 

London,  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  and  J.  Wright. 

[In  Black-letter.  Three  'woodcuts;  1st,  on  p.  496;  2nd,  new,  but  similar,  to 
one  on  p.  89,  with  Venus  drawn  by  doves  in  a  car,  above  little  figures ;  3rd, 
the  couple  toying,  as  in  vol.  iii.  p.  400.     Date,  soon  after  Restoration,  1660.] 


499 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  196  ;  Jersey,  II.  55  ;  Huth  Coll.  1. 121  ;  Rawlinson, 

149  ;  Wood",  E.  25,  fol.  19.] 

Ct)e  dfootbjfeUoto's  Counsel : 

£)r,  %f)t  Bali  ^ugbantTg  liUcantatiom 

Profamg  bg  Arguments,  both  just  anti  fit, 
SThat  he  unjirij  spcntis  least  mancg  Ijas  most  fort. 

To  the  Tune  of,   Tan  Tirye.     [See  p.  495.] 

I  Had  no  more  wit,  but  was  trod  under  feet, 
And  all  teas  for  want  of  money  ; 
I  dayly  did  walk  in  the  fear  of  a  Writ, 

And  all  [_was  for  ivant  of  money  ;] 
But  now  I'm  resolved  to  be  more  wise, 
And  early  each  morning  I  mean  for  to  rise, 
There's  none  for  a  sluggard  that  shall  me  dispise, 
When  I  have  no  want  of  money. 

I  was  such  a  drudge,  that  it  made  me  to  grudge, 

Because  I  had  got  no  money, 
On  each  man's  occasions  I  forced  was  to  trudge,  ["for'st." 

Because  I  had  got  no  money. 
But  now  I'm  resolved  I'le  do  so  no  more, 
I'le  drink  no  strong  Ale  upon  the  old  score,  Wf-  P-  486- 

And  then  I  do  hope  I  shall  never  be  poor, 

When  I  have  no  ivant  of  money.  16 

I  was  such  a[n  un] thrift,  that  I  could  not  make  shift, 

And  all  was  [for  want  of  money.'] 
I  was  ready  to  hide  my  head  in  a  clilt, 

And  all  [toas  for  want  of  money  ;] 
But  now  I'm  resolved  my  trade  for  to  mend, 
I'le  work  and  get  money  to  keep  and  to  spend, 
And  then  I  am  sure  my  foes  will  me  befriend, 

When  I  have  no  [want  of  money]. 

I  was  like  a  Fool,  that's  sent  unto  school, 

And  all  [was  for  want  of  money]  ; 
And  every  vile  fellow  my  actions  did  rule, 

And  all  [was  for  want  of  money  ;] 
But  now  I'm  resolved,  I  will  mend  my  trade, 
I'le  get  as  good  cloath[e]s,  as  I  can  get  made, 
And  then  I  shall  be  a  bonny  bonny  Blade, 

When  I  have  no  want  of  money.  32 


500  The  Good-Fellow's  Counsel 


JCftc  Srconb  }pnrt,  to  thi;  same  Tune. 

For  when  I  was  poor  and  had  not  a  store, 

Of  that  which  ice  use  to  call  money, 
Then  all  my  proud  ^Neighbours  would  pass  by  my  door, 

Because  they  knew  I  had  no  money. 
I'le  warrant  you,  they'd  never  ask  me  to  go 
To  drink  a  strong  pot,  because  they  did  know 
My  purse  and  my  credit  was  grown  very  low, 

For  icant  of  this  raskally  money. 

Then  all  my  acquaintance  my  person  did  slight, 

And  all  was  for  want  of  this  money, 
And  some  with-held  from  me  that  which  was  my  right, 

Because  they  knew  I  had  no  money. 
Let  me  go,  let  me  come,  there  was  no  man  would  heed, 
When  I  try'd  to  be  trusted  I  never  could  speed, 
But  all  my  friends  fail'd  at  the  time  of  my  need, 

Because  they  \_kneio  I  had  no  money~\.  48 

Now,  all  my  dear  friends,  be  advised  by  me, 

All  you  that  have  wanted  this  money, 
Observe  but  rich  people,  they  are  not  so  free, 

Because  they  do  love  to  yet  money. 
Though  present  you  be,  all  the  whilst  that  they  dine, 
You'l  find  them  as  free  '  as  a  hungry  swine,' 
Then  I'le  not  be  lavish  of  that  which  is  mine, 

And  I  shall  have  plenty  of  money. 

For  a  nig[gjardly  gallant  I'le  not  be  a  slave, 

That  is  not  the  way  to  yet  money  ; 
Their  cloath[e]s  are  so  gay,  they  are  forced  to  crave, 

And  to  pinch  the  poor  Labourer' 's  money. 
These  needy  young  Gallants  they  are  not  for  me, 
Your  ordinary  people  are  always  most  free, 
And  'tis  better  to  work  for  a  Farmer  than  he, 

For  then  a  man's  sure  of  his  money.  CIs '" '•'  ■' 

From  a  paunch-belly'd  Hostiss  I  am  to  refrain, 

If  ever  I  mean  to  yet  money, 
For  she  both  my  purse  and  my  credit  will  stain, 

In  makiny  me  spend  all  my  money. 
She'l  ask  me  to  eat  when  she  thinks  I  have  din'd, 
( )r  of  some  salt  bit  she  will  put  me  in  mind, 
That  will  make  me  to  drink,  and  be  spending  ray  coin, 

That  she  might  be  taking  my  money. 


The  Good-Fellow's  Counsel.  501 

With  a  Pick-pocket  longer  I  am  not  to  deal, 

If  ever  I  mean  to  get  money  ; 
For  they  have  broke  more  than  ever  they'l  heal, 

In  cheating  poor  men  of  their  money. 
I  never  will  give  to  a  counsel  a  Fee, 
An  A[t]torny  shall  ne'r  take  a  penny  of  me, 
For  I  with  my  neighbours  so  well  will  agree, 

When  I  have  got  plenty  of  money.  80 

All  roystering  blades  I  do  mean  to  forsake, 

If  e're  I  intend  to  get  money ; 
They'l  tempt  me  to  wrestle  and  cudgels  at  wake, 

And  cause  me  to  spend  all  my  money. 
We  sing,  and  we  dance,  and  we  fuddle  about, 
And  when  we  are  in  we  can  never  get  out, 
Until  we  have  given  our  pockets  the  rout, 

But  thafs  not  the  way  to  get  money. 

But  here  comes  a  danger,  that's  worse  than  the  rest, 
That  will  tempt  a  young  man  to  spend  money, 

A  beautiful  aioqM.  when  she's  handsomely  drest, 
Will  quickly  consume  a  maris  money. 

But  all  such  decoys  I  intend  for  to  shun, 

And  honester  ways  I  do  mean  for  to  run, 

My  credit  shall  raise  in  the  face  of  the  Sun, 

When  I  have  got  plenty  of  money.  0(5 

I'le  buy  me  a  house,  and  I'le  buy  me  some  Land, 

When  I  have  got  plenty  of  money  ; 
And  I  will  keep  servants  shall  be  at  command, 

When  I  have  got  \_ plenty  of  money  :] 
And  after  all  this,  I  will  get  a  rich  Wife, 
For  I  shall  be  free  from  care  and  from  strife, 
And  I  shall  live  richly  all  [th'j  days  of  my  life, 

When  1  have  got  plenty  of  money. 

tft'nis. 

Printed  for  P.  Broohby,  next  the  Golden  Ball  by  the  Hospital- Gate 

in  West-Smithfield. 

[In  Black-letter.     Two  woodcuts,  an  Ale-wife  with  jug  and  spittoon  (to  be  given 
hereafter),  and  the  youth,  p.  I'd  r.     Date  of  issue,  circa.  1672,  or  earlier.] 
*„*  See  Tantivee  note,  p.  505,  on  "  Tom  Tell-Troth,"  to  the  same  tune.    Also 
for  King  of  Good-Fellows  note,  instead  of  an  Introduction  to  the  ballad. 


502 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  IV.  52.] 

Cl)e  Min$  of  (tSooD  jftllotos ; 

©r, 

%ty  mtvtp  Coprc'0  0Dlnce, 

Being  a  Pleasant  New  Song  much  in  Request. 

This  is  the  Man  whose  Company  once  had 
Will  make  men  cheearful,  though  of  late  but  sad  : 
lie  hates  curmudgeons,  but  does  court  the  blade, 
That  will  spend  free,  for  Drinking  is  a  Trade  ; 
By  it  long-  Nights  flye  swift,  and  seem  but  short, 
No  pastime's  like  unto  true  Tippling  sport. 

To  a  Pleasant  New  Tune.     [See  p.  505.] 

I  Am  the  King  and  Prince  of  Drunkards, 
Hectoring  roaring  tipling  Boys  : 
I  always  use  to  drink  whole  Bumpers, 

And  the  Ale-house  fill  with  noise. 
In  the  Tavern  I  do  rant  and  roar, 

I  drink  more  Wine  then  any  can  ; 
Therefore  am  I,  both  far  and  nigh, 
Call'd  a  Hogshead,  not  a  Man. 

I  rant  and  roar,  and  I  call  for  more, 

I  practice  drinking  night  and  day  : 
I  always  boast  that  I  drink  most, 

Yet  never  a  farthing  do  I  pay. 
But  if  any  falls  asleep,  to  their  pockets  I  do  creep, 

And  out  their  Purses  I  do  draw, 
The  Beckoning  I  do  pay,  and  so  go  my  way, 

And  I  leave  them  a  sighing,  Ye,  ho  !  16 

Some  says,  Drinking  does  disguise  men, 

And  their  wits  turns  out  of  doors  : 
Fools  they  are,  and  I  am  sure  no  wise  men, 

For  they  lye  like  sons  of  w  .  .   .  es. 
For  when  a  man's  in  drink,  he  speaks  what  he  [doth]  think, 

He's  not  drunk,  but  frank  and  free. 
It  is  not  with  them  so  [when]  they'r  a  cup  too  low, 

For  they  are  disguiz'd  with  modesty. 


The  King  of  Good-Fellows. 


503 


3Tftc  Sccanti  Part,  to  the  same  Tune. 


All  the  night  I  do  tipple  good  Wine, 

"Which  resists  both  heat  and  cold  : 
And  pay  devotion  at  Bacchus  his  shrine, 

"Whilst  the  Hogshead  it  does  hold. 
For  the  meanest  slave,  by  drinking  grows  brave, 

And  all  cares  they  are  lay'd  aside  : 
The  Prisoner  is  free,  if  drunk  he  be, 

And  no  longer  does  grief  abide. 

'Twas  I  that  lately  drank  a  Pi[nt]  pot, 

Fill'd  with  Sack  nnto  the  brim, 
And  to  my  Friend,  and  he  drank  his  Pot, 

So  merrily  went  about  the  Whim  : 
Two  gaspins  at  a  draught  I  pour'd  down  my  throat, 

Bat  hang  such  trifling  things  as  these  ! 
I  laid  me  all  along,  put  my  nose  unto  the  Bung, 

And  drank  out  a  Hogshead-full  with  ease. 


LAI.  lect. 
Gallons. 


504  The  King  of  Good-Fellows. 

I  heard  of  a  man  that  drank  whole  Tankards, 

Called  himself  "  The  Prince  of  Sots  :  " 
Dam  such  idle  pnny  Drunkards, 

Melt  their  tankards,  break  their  pots. 
A  friend  and  I  did  joyn  for  a  cellar  full  of  "Wine, 

And  we  drank  the  Vintner  out  of  door, 
We  drunk  it  all  up,  in  a  morning  at  a  sup, 

And  greedily  stared  about  for  more  :  48 

"With  that  my  friend  he  made  a  motion, 

Said,  "  Let's  not  part  with  such  dry  Lips  !  " 
And  straight  we  went  unto  the  Ocean, 

"Where  we  met  with  a  fleet  of  Ships  ; 
They  were  laden  all  with  Wine,  and  they  swore  'twas  superfine, 

And  they  said  they  had  ten  thousand  Tun  : 
"We  drank  it  all  at  sea,  not  a  drop  suckt  the  key,        [quay. 

And  the  Vintners  swore  they  were  undone. 

For  a  man  that  can  stoutly  tipple 

Need  not  fear,  the  "World  goes  well : 
It  will  make  [one]  caper,  though  a  cripple, 

And  bid  sorrows  all  farewel. 
Then  "t'  other  round  !  "  is  still  the  sound, 

"  Come  fill  us  more  wine,  boys,  with  speed  ! 
"We  ne'er  ought  shall  lack,  whilst  we  hand  [round]  Sack, 

'lis  that  which  our  spirits  does  feed."  64 

Come  bring  in  twenty  Gallons  more, 

Let  us  drink  till  the  world  it  runs  round  ; 
And  twenty  to  that  we'l  set  o'  th'  score, 

"We  can  but  be  put  in  the  Pound.  [Absit  omen  t 

But  catch  me  if  they  can,  for  I  will  be  gone, 

And  find  out  fresh  quarters  next  night : 
1'le  drink  the  Town  dry,  and  what  care  I  ? 

I'le  do  't  if  it  be  but  for  spight. 

Come,  wash  the  glass,  fill  a  bumper, 

Here's  a  health  to  each  honest  Lad : 
And  a  confusion  to  each  Pumper, 

Let's  drink  while  'tis  to  be  had  : 
AVhilst  the  Stars  they  look  blew,  and  day  again  we  view, 

For  there's  nothing  that's  sober  found  : 
The  sun  sucks  the  Ocean,  the  stars  in  their  motion 

All  do  carrou?e  it  round.  tQA  p-  505,  on  Cowley. 

Jim's. 

Printed  for  J.  Jordan,  at  the  sign  of  the  Angel,  in  Guilt  spur -street, 

without  Newgate. 
[In  Black-letter.     Two  woodcuts;    nn   p.  475  and  p.  503.     Date,  circa  1665.] 


The  King  of  Good-Fellows  :  various  editions.  505 

Of  this  same  ditty  a  mutilated  version,  entitled  "  Bacchus  Overcome,"  and 
heginning  "My  friend  and  I,  we  drank  whole  pi.  pots,"  is  extant  in  J. 
Eoberts's  Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  1725,  vol.  iii.  p.  145.  A  different  adaptation 
of  our  Eoxburghe  Ballad,  heginning  "I  am  the  jolly  Prince  of  Drunkards," 
with  the  music-notes  of  the  tune,  is  in  Vocal  Music,  1775,  vol.  iii.  p.  70,  London, 
printed  by  Baker  aud  Galabin  in  Cullum-street,  for  Bobert  Horsfield,  No.  5, 
in  Stationers- Court,  Ludgate-street.  Only  four  stanzas,  the  second  begins  "  I've 
heard  that  a  fop,  who  could  toss  a  full  tankard"  (in  Old  Ballads  this  is  "  I 
heard  of  a  Fop  that  drank  whole  Tankards");  the  third  commences  "My 
friend  to  me  did  make  a  motion :  "  the  fourth  deserves  reproduction : — 
"  Then  we  went  unto  the  Canaries, 

Thinking  to  light  on  a  better  touch  ; 
There  did  we  meet  with  the  Portugueze, 
Likewise  the  Spaniards  and  the  Dutch. 
'Twas  in  the  river  Rhine 
"We  drank  up  all  the  wine, 
Thinking  to  drain  the  ocean  dry. 

Bacchus  swore  he  never  found, 
In  the  Universe  all  round, 
Two  such  thirsty  souls  as  my  friend  and  I." 

This  is  supplemented,  finally,  in  the  Old  Ballads,  p.  147,  with  another  stanza  :— 

"  '  Out ! '  cries  one.  '  what  a  Beast  he  makes  himself ; 
He  can  neither  stand  nor  go.' 
Out !  you  Beast,  that's  a  grand  mistake,  Sir, 

When  e'er  kneio  you  a  Beast  drink  so  ?  \_N.B. 

'Tis  when  we  drink  the  least 
That  we  drink  the  most  like  a  Beast, 
But  when  we  carouse  it  Six  in  a  hand, 
'Tis  then,  and  only  then, 
That  we  drink  the  most  like  Men, 
"When  we  drink  till  we  can  neither  go  nor  stand. 

We  need  do  no  more  than  refer  to  Cowley's  verse-paraphrases  of  Anacreon, 
allusions  to  the  thirstiness  of  the  sun,  and  the  unsteady  motion  of  the  planets. 
Sack  says,  "  What  are  all  these  tipplings  worth,  if  thou  sip  not  me  ?  "  Bitsou 
gave   our  ballad  in  his   English   bongs,  1783,   vol.  ii.    44,  music   in   vol.   iii. 

%*  Note  toy.  501.  Another  ballad,  Eoxburghe  Coll.,  IV.  79,  to  the  same 
tune  of  Tantara  ra  ra  Tan-tivee,  is  entitled  "  Tom  Tell-Troth  ;  "  priuted  for  J. 
Wright,  J.  Clarke,  W.  Thackeray,  and  T.  Passinger  ;  excessively  silly  thus  begins : 

"  I  kill'd  a  Man,  and  he  was  dead,  fa  la  la  la  la  la, 
1  kill'd  a  Man,  and  he  was  dead,/«  la,  etc. 
I  kill'd  a  Man,  aud  he  was  dead, 
And  run  to  St.  Albans  without  a  head, 
With  a  fa  la,  fa  la  la  la,  fa  la  la  la  la  la  la"     [Twelve  stanzas.] 


on 

pp.  235  to  238). 

{vide  iv.  648),  "  If  the  Whigs,"  etc.   To  a  different  tune  is  "A  Young  Man's  Wish," 

beginning,  "  "What  strange  affections  ;  "  and  a  second,  in  triplets,  beginning  :— 
"  If  I  could  but  attain  my  Wish, 

I'd  have  each  day  one  wholesome  dish, 

Of  plain  meat,  or  fowl,  or  fish." — Bell's  Peasantry,  p.  22. 


506 

€bc  SDin  e^aifs  mist). 

"  As  life  itself  becomes  disease, 
Seek  the  chimney-nook  of  ease." 

— Burns:  Friar's-Carse  Hermitage,  1788. 

ilMONG  our  Roxburghe  Ballads  have  already  appeared  several  composed  by 
Walter  Pope,  M.A.,  M.D.,  and  an  original  F.R.S.,  whose  celebrated  "  Old  Man's 
Wish"  adonis  the  next  page:  in  1684  it  set  a  fashion  in  song-writing.  His 
"Catholick  Ballad,"  1674,  is  in  vol.  i.  pp.  89-93;  a  Continuation,  supposed 
to  be  his  also,  was  added  in  our  vol.  iv.  pp.  105-109,  entitled  "Room  for  a 
Ballad,  or  a  Ballad  for  Rome,"  1674.  His  "Miser"  and  bis  "Salisbury 
Ballad"  were  named  in  the  Bagford  Ballads,  pp.  647-648,  770,  1878;  this 
"  Geneva  Ballad  "  is  in  Eoxb.  Bds.,  iv.  pp.  649-652,  with  its  "  Answer." 

Walter  Pope  was  born  at  Faulsey,  North  Hants,  and  became  first  Scholar  of 
Wadliam  College,  Oxford  ;  submitting  to  the  intolerant  Parliamentary  visitation, 
he  was  admitted  probationary  Fellow  on  9th  of  July,  1651.  In  1658  he  became 
one  of  the  University  Proctors  ;  avowed  himself  as  a  loyalist  at  the  Restoration 
in  1660,  and  retained  his  Fellowship;  became  Gresham  Astronomy- Professor  in 
1661 ;  was  made  Registrar  of  Chester  by  his  uterine  brother  John  Wilkins,  the 
bishop  of  that  diocese,  and  resided  often  at  Salisbury.  His  life  was  considered 
heathenish  or  pagan,  even  for  that  not  excessively  strict  age.  He  cherished  a 
grievance  against  Claude  Duval  the  handsome  Normandaise  (who  had  an  unfor- 
tunate fall  from  a  cart,  with  a  rope  round  his  neck  to  avoid  injury  by  reaching 
the  ground  prematurely  :  see  our  forthcoming  Cavalier  Lyrics,  Second  Series  ;  one 
entitled  "A  Romance  of  the  Road,  Anno  Domini  1669,"  being  devoted  to  the 
memory  of  the  gallant  highwayman)  ;  a  contemporary  broadside  on  whom  was 
reprinted  among  our  Bagford  Ballads,  pp.  14-16,  1876,  "  Devol's  Last  Farewell." 
Duval's  superior  attractions  had  withdrawn  from  Dr.  Walter  Pope's  '  protection ' 
a  certain  "  Miss,"  and  the  turncoat  Fellow  avenged  himself  on  his  successful 
rival  by  lampooning  him  after  death,  in  a  fictitious  Memoir  of  Duval,  and  forging 
a  Testamentary  Letter,  supposititiously  addressed  to  the  ladies  who  bewailed  the 
gallant  malefactor.  Walter  Pope  had  been  intimate  with  Seth  Ward,  Bishop  of 
Salisbury,  and  quarrelled  with  him  for  the  same  cause,  the  abduction  of  another 
"  Miss,"  which  loss  he  similarly  avenged  by  lampooning  his  rival.  Surely  Pope's 
temper  or  miserliness  must  have  told  against  him,  since  so  many  Light-skirts 
proved  fickle.  Still,  not  everybody  can  boast  of  having  been  twice  jilted,  for  the 
sake  of  a  bishop  and  a  highwayman.  These  are  his  chief  claims  to  distinction, 
mentioned  by  Anthony  a,  Wood  (in  Athenm  Oxonienses,  vol.  iv.  p.  725,  Bliss's 
edition),  who  gives  an  additional  verse  of  "  The  Old  Man's  Wish,"  "  which  went 
about  the  great  city  in  manuscript,"  dispersed  through  London  in  November,  1685  : 

May  I  live  far  from  Tories  and  Whigs  of  ill  nature, 
But  farthest  of  all  from  a  sly  Observator ; 
May  I  ne'er  live  so  long  as  to  write  for  my  bread, 
And  never  write  longer  than  wise  men  will  read. 

The  Observator,  viz.,  Sir  Roger  L' Estrange  (see  our  vol.  iv.  pp.  243,  257),  gave 
a  biting  reply.  That  Walter  Pope  was  a  time-server  and  turn-coat,  of  loose 
morals,  and  irreverent,  is  beyond  dispute.  His  fourth  line  shows  resemblance 
to  Doll  Tearsheet's  fondling  of  Falstaff's  white  head  in  Henry  IV.,  Part  Second, 
act  ii.  scene  4  :  "  Look  whether  the  withered  Elder  hath  not  his  poll  clawed 
like  a  Parrot !  "     Walter  Pope  had  liking  for  Dolls,  Hits  and  Misses. 

Music  and  words  of  ''  The  Old  Man's  Wish  "  are  found  in  Pills  to  Purge 
Melancholy,  1719,  iii.  17  ;  with  two  parodies,  each  entitled  "The  Old  Woman's 
Wi>h,"  beginning,  "  When  my  hairs  they  grow  hoary,"  and  "  If  I  live  to  be  Old, 
which  I  never  will  own."     They  are  not  loo  moral  in  tone.     Compare  p.  505. 


507 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  386  ;  Pepys,  IV.  370  ;  Douce,  II.  171  verso.'] 

%fyt  £>lb  span's  Wl\*\)  : 

The  Old  Man  he  doth  wish  for  Wealth  in  vain, 

But  he  doth  not  the  Treasure  gain  ; 
For  if  with  Wishes  he  the  same  could  have, 

He  would  not  mind  nor  think  upon  the  Grave. 

To    A   PLEASANT    NEW    PLAY- HOUSE    TlINE. 


IF  I  live  to  grow  old  (for  I  find  I  go  down), 
Let  this  be  my  fate  in  a  Country  Town ; 
Let  me  have  a  warm  house,  with  a  stone  at  the  gate, 
And  a  cleanly  young  Girl  to  rub  my  bald  pate : 

May  I  govern  my  passion  ivith  an  absolute  sway, 

And  grow  wiser  and  belter,  as  my  strength  ivears  away, 

Without  gout  or  stone,  by  a  gentle  decay. 

In  a  Country  Town,  by  a  murmuring  brook, 
The  ocean  at  distance,  on  which  I  may  look  ; 
With  a  spacious  plain,  without  hedge  or  stile, 
And  an  easy  pad-nagg  to  ride  out  a  mile  : 

May  2  govern  my  passion  ivith  an  absolute  sway, 

To  grow  wiser  and  better,  as  my  strength  wears  away  ; 

Without  gout  or  stone,  by  a  gentle  decay.  14 

With  a  pudding  on  Sunday,  and  stout  humming  liquor, 

And  remnants  of  Latine  to  puzzle  the  Vicar  ; 

With  a  hidden  reserve  of  Burgundy '-wine, 

To  drink  the  King's  Health  as  oft  as  I  dine : 

May  1  govern  my  passion  with  an  absolute  sivay, 

And  grow  wiser  and  better,  as  my  strength  wears  away  ; 

Without  goat  or  stone,  by  a  gentle  decay. 


508  The  Old  Man's  Wish. 

"With  Plutarch,  and  Horace,  and  one  or  two  more  ' 
Of  the  best  Wits  that  liv'd  in  the  ages  before  ; 
With  a  dish  of  roast  mutton,  not  venison  nor  teal, 
And  clean  (tho'  coarse)  linnen  at  every  meal ; 

May  I  govern  my  passion,  etc.  28 

And  if  I  should  have  Guests,  I  must  add  to  my  wish, 
On  Frydays  a  mess  of  good  buttered  fish  ; 
For  full  well  I  do  know,  and  the  truth  I  reveal, 
I  had  better  do  so,  than  come  short  of  a  meal : 
May  I  govern  my  passion,  etc. 

With  breeches  and  jerkin  of  good  country  gray, 
And  live  without  working,  now  my  strength  doth  decay  : 
With  a  hog's-head  of  Sherry,  for  to  drink  when  I  please, 
AVith  Friends  to  be  merry,  and  to  live  at  my  ease  ; 

May  I  govern  my  passion,  etc.  42 

Without  molestation  may  I  spend  my  last  days, 
In  sweet  Recreation,  and  sound  forth  the  praise 
Of  all  those  that  are  true  to  the  King  and  his  Laws, 
Since  it  be  their  due,  they  shall  have  my  applause  : 
May  I g over 7i  my  passion,  etc. 

With  a  country  Scribe  for  to  write  my  last  Will, 
But  not  of  the  tribe  that  in  chousing  have  skill : 
For  my  easie  pad-nagg  I'll  bequeath  to  Bon  John,2 
For  he's  an  arch  wag,  and  a  jolly  old  man : 

May  I  govern  my  passion,  etc.3  56 

With  courage  undaunted  may  I  face  my  last  Day ; 

And  when  I  am  dead,  may  the  better  sort  say, 
"  In  the  morning  when  sober,  in  the  evening  when  mellow, 

He  is  gone,  and  has  left  not  behind  him  his  Fellow  : 
For  he  governed  his  passion  with  an  absolute  sway, 
And  grew  wiser  and  better  as  his  strength  wore  away, 
Without  gout  or  stone,  by  a  gentle  decay. 

[By  Dr.  Walter  Pope.] 

Printed  by  W.  0.  for  B.  Beacon,  at  the  Angel  in  Guilt-spur  street. 

[In  Black-letter.     Two  woodcuts,  as  on  p.  507.     Date  of  publication,  1684.] 

1  Alter  lection,  "  "With  Horace  and  Petrarch"  etc. 

2  Nickname,  from"  Don  John"  of  Spain,  concerning  whom  Charles  II.  cross- 
examined  that  atrocious  perjurer  Titus  Gates  ?    Compare  Loyal  Songs,  1685,  p.  66. 

3  In  other  prints  we  find  this  penultimate  stanza  : — 

When  the  days  are  grown  short,  and  it  freezes  and  snows, 

May  I  have  a  Coal-tire  as  high  as  my  nose  ; 

A  tire,  which  (once  stirr'd  up  with  a  prong) 

Will  keep  the  Room  temperate  all  the  night  long,  May  I  govern,  etc. 


509 


a^atfe  Boblz's  Jfrolic* 

Flute.  —  "  Must  I  speak  now  ?  " 

Quince. — "  Aye,  marry,  must  you  ;  for  you  must  understand  he  goes  but 
to  see  a  noise  that  he  heard,  and  to  come  a£rain." 


Wi 


-A  Midsummer  Night's  Bream,  iii.  1. 


E  have  already  (in  Bagford  Ballads,  pp.  202-208)  printed 
an  unique  version  of  this  pleasant  story,  the  Bagford,  entitled  "  The 
Ranting  Bambler,"  to  the  tune  of  The  Rant,  Dal  derra  rara,  and 
beginning,  "  I  pray  now  attend  to  this  ditty."  We  also  (ibid. 
p.  203)  gave  extracts  from  "  The  Jolly  Gentleman's  Frollick  ;  or,  the 
City  Ramble,"  of  date  before  1686,  beginning,  "  Give  ear  to  a 
frollicsome  ditty."  Yet  another  version  is  preserved  in  the  Pepysian 
Collection,  V.  199,  in  white-letter,  beginning,  "Behold,  what  noise 
is  this  I  hear  !  "  Sung  to  the  tune  of  Logan  Water  (see  iii.  476),  it 
bore  title  of  "  The  Frollicsome  Wager  ;  "  or,  The  Banting  Gallant's 
Bamble  through  the  City,  where  being  stopp'd  by  the  Watch  and 
Constable  [he]  was  sent  to  the  Counter,  brought  before  the  Mayor, 
whose  Daughter  begg'd  his  Pardon."  Printed  for  Charles  Bates,  or 
Jonah  Beacon.     They  are  all  on  a  similar  foundation. 

It  is  altogether  unprecedented  this  five-fold  telling  of  the  same 
tale  in  a  set  of  ballads  not  founded  on  a  theatre-song.  Or  let  us  say 
four-fold,  since  there  is  little  beyond  general  resemblance  in  the  rare 
original,  "  A  Jest,  or,  Master  Constable"  (see  our  p.  515),  of  date 
circa  1650.  Although  here  the  point  of  the  jest  is  that  the  Dog- 
berry of  the  Watch  is  being  perpetually  worried  or  bantered  as 
"  Master  Constable,"  we  already  find  the  quibble  about  "  twenty 
shillings"  as  equivalent  to  a  name,  it  being  Mark  Noble;  also  his 
play  on  the  local  title  of  Little-Britain.  The  tune  and  the  swing 
of  verse  were  then  changed,  with  more  liveliness  and  brevity  to 
recommend  the  ditty.  Of  the  three  ballads  to  the  dance  tune  of 
The  Rant  (  =  "  How  happy  could  I  be  with  either!")  our  unique 
Bagford  "  Banting  Rambler"  appears  the  best;  but  "Mark  Noble's 
Frollic  "  is  little  behind  it.  We  have  only  a  poor  modern  How 
Church-yard  exemplar,  corrupted  from  the  editions  circa  1665  of 
"  The  Jolly  Gentleman's  Frollic."  The  unique  Pepysian  "  Frollick- 
some  Wager"  adopts  a  different  tune,  dissimilar  in  metre.  Where 
five  authors  have  already  laboured,  none  except  a  churl  begrudges 
the  small  additional  cost  of  catgut  in  celebrating  the  Sequel,  and  we 
give  it  on  p.  518,  as  Finale  to  the  Second  Group  of  Good-Fellows. 

The  Rant  tune  is  in  Mr.  Chappell's  Popular  Music,  p.  554. 


r,io 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  359 ;  Pepys,  IV.  324  ;  Iluth,  II.  21  ;  Jersey,  I.  98.] 

$®avk  Coble's  jFrolltcft ; 

flmho  being 

Stopp'ti  bg  the  (Constable  nenr  the  STciner,  inns  examm'ti  Inhere  be 
fjab  been;  tarjitftcr  he  tons  going;  nnb  his  Name  nnb  IPlacc  inhere 
be  "blxrclt :  to  rnrjirrj  fee  ansrocrcb,  '  iuljcre  the  (Constable  rnoulb  babe 
been  glab  to  fja&e  been ' ;  anb  inhere  he  inas  going '  he  bare  not  go  for 
bis  !£ars ' ;  as  likclnisc  his  Name,  inhjeh  Tjc  callcb  tErnentg  Sljilfings ; 
faith  an  Slceount  of  torjat  folloincb,  anb  horn  he  came  off. 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  Neio  Rant.     Licensed  according  to  Order. 


ONe  night,  at  a  very  late  hour, 
A  Watch-maker  home  did  repair ; 
Who,  coming  along  by  the  Tower, 
Was  stopp'd  by  the  Constable  there. 

"  Friend,  come  before  Mr.  Constable, 

To  see  what  his  Worship  will  say !  " 

"  You'd  have  me  do  more  than  I'm  able, 
I  fear  I  shall  fall  by  the  way." 

"  Sir,  tell  me,  and  do  not  deceive  me, 

Where  have  you  been  playing  your  part  ?  " 

"  Kind  Mr.  Constable,  believe  me, 

Where  you'd  have  been  with  al[l]  your  Heart. 


["When." 


Mark  Nolle' s  Frolic.  511 

"  Sweet  Bacchus  in  "Bumpers  wfas]  flowing,  [' were.' 

"Which  Liquor  all  mortal  Men  chears, 
And  now  after  all  I  am  going, 

Where  you  dare  not  come  for  your  Ears."  16 

"  Your  Woi'ds  they  are  sawcy  and  evil, 
This  may  be  a  Charge  to  your  Purse : 
For  why  ?  you  are  something  uncivil, 
To  answer  a  Constable  thus. 

"  Oh,  where  do  you  dwell,  with  a  whennion  ?       [«'•«■ curse- 

Cross  Humours  we  will  not  allow." 
"  Sir,  out  of  the  King's  own  Dominion, 

Pray,  what  can  you  say  to  me  now  ?  "  24 

"  Pray,  what  is  your  Name?  you  cross  Villain, 

Be  sure  that  you  answer  me  true." 
"  Why,  Sir,  it  is  just  Twenty  Shilling, 

I  think  I  have  satisfyed  you." 

"  What  Trade  are  you,  Brewer  or  Baker? 

Or  do  you  a  Waterman  ply  ?  " 
"  No,  Sir,  I'm  an  honest  Watch-maker, 

My  Trade  I  will  never  deny."  32 

"  Have  you  e'er  a  Watch  you  can  show,  Sir  ? 

We'll  see  how  it  suites  with  our  Clocks." 
"  Yes,  Faith,  and  a  Constable  too,  Sir,  [i.e.  watch-key. 

I  wish  you  were  all  in  the  Stocks."  [wheels-rack. 

"  You  Sawcy  impertinent  Fellow, 

Because  you  have  answer'd  me  so, 
Although  your  mad  Brains  they  be  mellow, 

This  Night  to  a  Prison  you  go."  40 

Therefore  without  any  more  dodging, 

The  Lanthorns  were  lighted  streightway  ;         I"  was-" 
They  guarded  him  to  his  strong  Lodging, 

To  lye  there  while  Nine  the  next  day.       [wbile=until. 

Next  Morning  the  Constable  brought  him 

Before  a  Justice  to  appear, 
And  earnestly  then  he  besought  him, 

A  Sorrowful  Story  to  hear.  48 

[So]  all  the  Transactions  he  told  him,  [mutilated. 

To  which  the  good  Justice  reply'd, 
From  Liberty  he  would  withhold  him, 

Till  the  Naked  Truth  should  be  try'd. 


5  I  2  Mark  tfoble's  Frolic. 

The  Tradesman  returned  this  answer, 

"  The  Truth  I  will  never  deny  ; 
If  I  may  speak  without  offence,  Sir, 

I  scorn' d  to  be  catch'd  in  a  lye.  56 

"  I  said  nothing  which  was  unfitting, 
As  solemnly  here  I  profess  ; 
The  King  he  is  King  of  Great  Britain, 
And  I  live  in  Britain  the  less. 

"  The  next  thing  that  causes  the  Trouble, 
My  Name  he  would  have  me  to  show, 
The  which  is  right  honest  Mark-Noble, 

And  that's  Twenty  Shillings,  you  know.  64 

"  Then  asking  me  where  I  was  going, 
And  I  being  void  of  all  fears, 
Right  readily  made  him  this  Answer, 
Where  he  dare  not  go  for  his  ears. 

"  I  rambl'd  all  day,  yet  the  centre, 
At  night  was  to  lye  by  my  wife ; 
Instead  of  his  ears,  should  he  venture, 

I'  faith,  it  might  cost  him  his  life."  72 

Now  when  he  had  given  this  relation, 

Of  all  that  had  past  in  the  night, 
It  yielded  most  pleasant  diversion, 

The  Justice  he  laughed  outright. 

"  It  seems  that  a  glass  of  Canary 
Conducted  the  Gallant  along; 
I  find  that  he's  nothing  but  merry, 

Intending  no  manner  of  wrong.  80 

"  Therefore  I  will  free  him  from  Prison, 
Without  any  charges  or  f  [ee]s, 
It  heing  no  more  than  right  [reason], 

You  watch  not  for  such  m[en  as  these]." 

Printed  for  B.  Beacon  at  the  Angel  in  Gilt-spur-street. 

[In  Black-letter,  slightly  mutilated  near  the  end.  Three  woodcuts :  1st,  the 
cupola  tower,  a  fragment  of  the  Rupert  cut,  vol.  v.  p.  380  ;  2nd,  the  man,  of 
this  vol.  p.  59  ;  3rd,  the  young  man,  p.  510.     Date  of  issue  before  1668.] 

Henry  Huth's  copy  was  printed  for  Brooksby,  Beacon,  Blare,  and  Back. 


G 


513 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  430;  Ouvry  Coll.,  I.  70;  Huth,  I.  142;  Pepys,  IV. 
336;  Jersey,  I.  43;  Douce,  I.  106  verso.} 

C6e  3lollp  Gentleman's  jTcolltcfe ;  or,  t&e  Citp 

Jftamfcle. 

Bctnrj  an  Account  of  a  (Gentleman  inbo  toagcr'o  to  pass  tig  tlje 
SJEatdj,  anb  gibe  no  &nstocr,  but  bias  stop'b  brj  a  (Constable"  anb 
sent  to  tfje  Counter,  anb  next  Dag  clcar'b  before  tng  ILorb  fHagor, 
brj  tfje  intercession  of  ins  Saucjhter. 

To  a  pleasant  new  Tune  of,  The  Rant,  Dal  dera  Kara,  etc. 

Ive  ear  to  a  Frolicksome  Ditty,  of  one  that  a  Wager  would  lay, 
He'd  pass  e'ery  Watch  in  the  City,  and  never  a  word  he  would  say, 

But,  Dal  dera  rara,  del  dara,  etc.  ["  Doll-ra-roll,"  passim. 

The  Constable  spoke  to  his  Watch-men,  "  Brave  Boys,  it  is  my  delight, 
And  orders  I  have,  to  catch  men,  who  ramble  too  late  in  the  Night, 
The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc. 

"The  streets  do  ecchoe,  we  hear,  Boys,  with  Mad-men  coming  along, 
My  staff  is  ready,  ne'er  fear,  Boys,  we'll  make  them  alter  their  song, 

The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],"  etc.  9 

"  Stand,  stand  !  "  said  the  Watch-man,  "the  Constable  now  come  before, 
And  if  a  just  story  you'll  [hatch],  man,  I'll  light  you  home  to  your  own  door." 
The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc.  ["  tell  " 

"  This  is  a  very  late  season,  which  surely  no  honest  men  keep, 
And  therefore  it  is  but  just  reason  that  you  in  the  Counter  should  sleep." 
The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc, 

"  Take  away  this  same  Fellow,  and  him  to  the  Counter  convey, 
Although  his  Frolick  is  mellow,  he  something  To-morrow  will  say. 

The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc.  18 

"  Open  the  gate,  make  no  scorning,  take  charge  of  the  Prisoner  there, 
And  we  will  soon  in  the  morning  appear  before  my  Lord-Mayor." 
The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc. 

"  A  Bottle  of  Claret  I'll  fill,  Sir,  some  pipes  of  tobacco  beside, 
And  if  that  it  now  be  your  will.  Sir,  a  Bed  for  you  soon  we'll  provide." 
The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc. 

The  Frolick  soon  eccho'd  the  Prison,  the  Debtors  his  Garnish  would  have ; 
Without  demanding  the  reason,  whate'er  they  requir'd  he  gave. 

The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc.  27 

The  Constable  soon  the  nest  day.  Sir,  this  comical  matter  to  clear, 

The  Gentleman  hurries  straightway,  Sir,  before  my  Lord-Mayor  to  appear. 

"  My  Lord,  give  ear  to  my  story,  while  I  the  truth  do  relate, 
The  Gentleman  who  stands  before  ye,  was  seiz'd  by  me  at  Cripplegate. 
,  The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc. 

"  I  nothing  could  hear  but  his  singing ;  wherefore  in  the  Counter  he  lay, 

And  therefore  this  morning  I  bring  him,  to  hear  what  y'r  Lordship  would  saj . " 

"  Come,  Friend,  the  case  does  appear  now,  that  you  was  in  a  mad  fit; 
I  hope  that  you  may  be  clear  now,  since  sleep  has  restored  your  wit." 

The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc.  39 

VOL.    VI.  2    L 


5]  I  The  Jolly  Gentleman's  Frolic 

"  This  Gentleman  sure  is  distracted,  he  has  over-heated  his  brain  ; 
Since  he  in  this  manner  has  acted,  to  the  Counter  I'll  send  him  again. 
The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc. 

"  A  Prison  suro  it  will  tame  him,  and  bring  him  soon  to  his  sense ; 
There's  nothing  else  can  reclaim  him,  from  this  his  notorious  offence." 

O  then  bespoke  my  Lord's  Daughter,  and  thus  for  him  did  intercede  : 
"Dear  Father,  you'll  hear  that  hereafter  this  was  but  a  Wager  indeed. 

The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],  etc.  48 

"  Therefore  be  pleased,  kind  Father,  to  hear  one  word  more  of  me, 
And  show  to  me  so  much  favour,  this  Gentleman  may  be  set  free." 

"  Well,  Daughter,  I  grant  the  petition,  the  Gentleman  home  may  repair; 
But  then  'tis  upon  this  condition,  of  paying  my  Officers  there. 

"  Come,  Sir,  your  Fees  we  require,  you  now  are  freed  by  the  Court, 
And  all  that  we  do  desire,  you'll  find  out  some  other  new  sport." 

Thus  seeing  he  might  be  released,  if  he  his  Fees  did  but  pay  ; 
He  theu  was  very  well  pleased,  and  so  he  went  singing  away, 

'  The  Humour  [of  Dal  dera  rara],'  etc.  60 

Printed  in  Bow- Church- Yard,  London,  where  may  be  had  all  sorts  of  Old  and 

New  Ballads. 

[In  white-letter,  with  one  rude  woodcut,  not  worth  copying,  of  a  man  holding  a 
quarter-staff  or  oar,  a  tree  behind  him  on  one  side,  a  house  on  the  other.  The 
late  J.  P.  Collier's  copy,  afterwards  the  late  Frederick  Ouvry's,  and  now  the 
Earl  Crawford's,  is  a  much  earlier  edition.  It  was  printed  for  Charles  Bates, 
at  the  Sun  and  Bible,  in  Guilt-spur  Street,  before  1685.  The  Huth  exemplar 
for  Bates,  at  White  Hart  in  West  Smithfield.    Douce's  for  J.  Cluer  and  J.  Cobb.] 

***  The  Bayford  Ballads  version  (pp.  202-208  of  our  1877  reprint)  ends  more 
gallantly,  although  it  gives  not  in  detail  the  speeches  of  the  Lord-Mayor  and  his 
daughter,  the  youth  with  courtly  grace  recognizing  the  service  of  the  lady : — 

To  pay  which  the  Gallant  was  ready,  yet  never  a  Word  did  he  say, 
But  made  a  Bow  to  the  Young  Lady,  and  then  he  went  singing  away, 
The  Bant,  dal  derra  rara,  etc. 

There  is  no  wife  in  this  version.  Of  course  not.  The  wife  was  not  in  posse, 
only  in  esse.  We  know  all  about  it  and  have  already  told  the  sequel  of  the  story, 
condensed  in  prose  narrative  in  our  Bayford  Ballads,  p.  204,  whereunto  Ballad- 
Society  members  can  return,  and  much  good  may  it  do  them. 

We  give  on  p.  518  additional  verses,  hitherto  unprinted,  from  the  unique  MS. 
preserved  in  the  Muniment  chest  at  Nirgends  College  (where  are  gathered  un- 
catalogued  treasures,  most  of  the  waifs  and  strays  that  have  been  vainly  sought 
for  centuries,  and  which  form  a  sort  of  spectral  library,  absolutely  priceless  and 
occasionally  undecipherable,  for  perusal  of  which  "  No  Irish  need  apply"). 

On  p.  515  we  for  the  first  time  reprint,  from  the  Roxburghe  Collection  (III.  208), 
what  appears  to  be  the  original  version  of  the  whole  series,  "  A  Jest ;  or,  Master 
Constable."  It  is  of  no  literary  merit,  all  the  charm  of  the  narrative  being  re- 
served for  "  Mark  Noble's  Frollick  "  and  "The  Ranting  Rambler."  It  is  long- 
winded  in  the  extreme,  the  ballad-writer's  Pegasus  being  a  steed,  like  Pyramus, 
"as  true  as  truest  horse  that  yet  would  never  tire," — except  the  unhappy  outside 
spectators  and  auditory.  No  other  copy  is  known,  both  "A  Jest"  (circd  1650) 
and  "The  Ranting  Rambler"  (date  certainly  before  1668)  being  unique. 


515 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  208.] 

a  3lest;  oc,  faster  Constable. 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  Three  Pilgrims. l 


A 


Pretty  Jest  I  shall  declare,  which  I  not  long  agoe  did  hear, 
Of  one  who  did  intend  to  jeere,  Master  Constable. 


I  hope  there's  none  wil  matter  make  Of  that  that  I  intend  to  speake, 
Of  a  busy  man  who  the  place  did  take,  Of  a  Constable. 

For  I  hope  each  wise  man  wiser  is  Than  to  think  he  is  tonch'd  in  this, 
For  thinking  so,  he  thinks  amiss,  'Twas  a  busy  Constable. 

For  this  is  but  a  merry  Jest,  Which  will,  I  hope,  no  man  molest, 

For  I  no  grudge  beare,  I  protest,  To  any  Constable.  8 

Then  pray  you  let  this  poor  man  pass,  for  he  for  money  sings,  alas ! 
Let  none  then  show  himselfe  an  asse,  Like  this  Constable. 

He,  as  his  Office  did  direct,  to  set  his  watch  was  circumspect, 
And  nothing  therein  did  neglect,  Like  a  Constable. 

Also  when  any  passed  by,  he  did  examine  them  strictly, 
Observing  with  discretion's  eye  ;  A  wise  Constable. 

At  length  it  chanc'd  that  one  came  neer,  And  he  demanded  "Who  goes  there  ?  " 
"  You  know  not,"  (said  he,  without  fear)  ''Master  Constable."  10 

"  Come  hither,  that  I  may  you  see,  and  now  what  are  you  ?  show  to  me." 
"  No  Man  nor  Woman,"  replyed  he,  "  Master  Constable." 

"  Where  have  you  been  ?  "  then  asked  he,  "  That  you  thus  crossly  answer  me  : 
Know  you  not  the  authority  Of  a  Constable?" 

"  Yes,  I  know  your  authority,  and  1  have  been  for  certainty 
Where  you  would  have  been  glad  to  be,  Master  Constable!" 

Then  said  the  Constable,  "  Some  end  will  come  hereof,  but  say,  my  friend, 
Whither  to  goe  doe  you  intend  P  "     "  Why,  Master  Co?istable:  24 

1  Any  ballad  of  The  Three  Pilgrims  we  have  not  yet  found,  but  the  tune  agrees 
with  that  of  "  The  Essex  Ballad,'"  beginning  "  In  Essex  long  renown'd  for  Calves  " 
(Bagford  Ballads,  p.  752),  and  is  probably  the  same  tune  early  known  as  With  a 
fading ;  next  as  A  Pudding,  but  in  Revolutionary  times  revived  as  An  Orange. 


516  A  Jest;  or,  Master  Constable. 

"  T  am  going  thither  where you  dare  not  goo  for  your  right  eare." 

' '  What,  you  are  set  upon  tho  jeere  !  "  said  the  Constable. 

"  What  is  your  name  ?  pray  tell  me  that,  who  dare  so  boldly  to  rne  prate, 
Be  briefe,  and  truth  to  me  relate,"  said  the  Constable. 

"  Twenty  shillings  I  am  nam'd,  I  thereof  need  not  be  asham'd, 
Although  by  you  I  may  be  blam'd,  Master  Constable." 

"  Sir,  that  hereafter  we  shall  see,  But  in  the  meantime  tell  to  me 

Where  your  dwelling  place  may  be,"  Quoth  the  Constable.  32 

"  Out  of  the  King's  dominion,  I  doe  dwell,"  said  he,  "  assuredly, 
As  my  Neighbours  can  testifie,  Master  Constable. 

"  But  in  the  King's  dominion  you  are  now,  my  friend,  and  you  shall  rue 
That  still  cross-language  you  renew  To  a  Constable." 

"  I  am  at  your  dispose,"  said  he,  "  But  pray  you  hear  this  word  from  me, 
You  shew  your  selfe  herein  to  be  A  wise  Constable  !  " 

To  prison  then  incontinent  the  Constable  this  good  man  sent, 

Although  the  same  he  did  repent,  Like  a  Constable.  40 

Before  a  Justice,  the  next  day,  the  Constable  bore  him  away, 
And  to  his  Worship  thus  did  say,  like  a  Constable : 

"  Sir,  in  my  Watch  the  last  night  T  this  fellow  tooke,  who  saucily 
Jeer'd  me  and  my  authority,"  said  the  Constable. 

Then  quoth  the  Justice,  "  What  said  he,  that  might  to  you  distasteful  be  ? 
And  I'le  between  you  judge  fairly,  Master  Constable." 

"  First  '  who  goes  there  ? '  was  ask'd  by  me  ;  '  you  cannot  tell,'  replyed  he  : 
And  thus  he  did  begin  crossly,"  said  the  Constable.  48 

"  '  Come  before  my  authority,  and  now  what  are  you,  tell  to  me  : ' 
'  No  Man  nor  Woman,'  replyed  he,"  said  the  Constable. 

"  'Where  have  you  been,  then  ?  '  Ienquir'd,  'Where  you  to  be  would  have  desir'd.' 
Thus  I  againe  by  him  was  jeer'd,"  said  the  Constable. 

"  '  Whither  goe  you  ?'  then  said  I,  and  he  still  crossly  did  reply, 
Where  for  my  ears  I  durst  not  be,"  said  the  Constable. 

"  '  What  is  your  name,  Sir,  tell  to  me  : '  '  Twenty  shillings,'  replyed  he, 
['  Deem  you]  these  answers  fit  to  be  givt\n  to]  a  Constable?' 

"  I  askt  his  dwelling  place  also,  and  he  this  answer  did  bestow, 

'  Out  of  the  King's  dominion  know,'  "  Quoth  the  Constable.  56 

"  But  when  he  saw  I'do  him  convey  to  prison  untill  the  next  day, 
'  You  are,'  quoth  he,  '  I  needs  must  say,  A  wise  Constable! ' 

"You  my  complaint  have  heard,"  said  he,  "Now  pray  you  judge 'twixt  him 

and  me, 
That  I  may  satisfied  be,  being  a  Constable." 

Then  said  the  Justice,  "  Was  not  he  in  drink  that  he  thus  answer'd  thee  ? 
If  so,  that  might  the  reason  be,  Master  Constable!" 

"  No,  to  your  Worship  I  doe  vow,  he  was  as  sober  as  we  are  now ; 

And  therefore  doe  no  favour  show,"  said  the  Constable.  64 

Then  said  the  Justice,  "  What  say  you,  Is  this  that  he  alledges  true  ? 
If  ?  how  durst  you  such  carriage  shew  Toward  a  Constable  ?  " 


A  Jest ;  or,  Master  Constable. 


517 


"  Sir,  I  speake  truth,  first  he  ask'd  '  Who  goes  there  P  '  I  said  he  did  not  know, 
If  he  had  he  would  let  me  goe,  Like  a  Constable. 

"  And  I  am  a  Taylor  by  my  Trade,  '  who  are  no  men  '  by  your  proverb  made  ; 
Nor  am  I  a  Woman,  I'le  perswade  Master  Constable. 

"  Then  next  he  asked  of  me  where  I  had  been  ?  which  was  at  good  cheer, 
And  you'd  as  gladly  have  been  there,  Master  Constable.  72 

"  And  I  was  going,  thus  I  said,  where  you  durst  not  go  for  your  head  ; 
For  it  was  with  my  wife  to  bed,  Master  Constable. 

"  And,  Sir,  MarTce  Noble  is  my  name,  and  in  your  ears  I  dare  proclaime 
That  twenty  shilling  is  the  same,  Master  Constable. 

"  Tbe  King  of  Great  Brittain  is  King,  as  fame  throughout  the  world  doth  ring, 
But  in  little  Brittain  is  my  dwelling,  Master  Constable. 

"  And  I  pray  your  worship  further,  here,  If  I  in  any  thing  did  erre, 

It  was  that  I  did  him  prefer  For  a  icise  Constable.  80 

"  And  Sir,  he  ought  [to]  give  me  content,  both  for  my  wrong  imprisonment, 
And  loss  of  time  with  money  spent  Through  the  Constable." 

Then  said  the  Justice,  "  Good  Sir,  heare  !  this  man  makes  all  his  words  appear 
To  be  the  truth,  and  not  a  feere,  Master  Constable.  {i.e.  tricksy  sprite. 

"  And  you  have  been  too  much  to  blame,  to  take  away  thus  his  good  name, 
And  'tis  fit  you  pay  [him]  for  the  same,  Master  Constable. 

"  You  said  that  he  was  not  in  drinke,  and  therefore  come  lay  down  your  chink, 
It  is  in  vaine  backward  to  shrink,  Master  Constable.  88 

"  To  pay  his  charges  I  you  enjoyne,  and  a  French  crown  for  loss  of  time, 
Aud  friendly  drink  a  pint  of  Wine  :  Sofarwell,  Constable.'" 

Which  done,  the  man  went  merrily  home,  his  wife  rejoyc'd  to  see  him  come, 
Where  he  to  her  told  the  whole  summ,  of  the  Constable. 

Thus  of  this  Constable  I  end,  desiring  favour  of  each  Friend, 
For  what  in  mirth  by  me  is  pen'd  of  this  Constable. 

But  if  there's  any  fault  doth  find,  such  men  they  have  a  guilty  mind, 

Or  too  too  busy  are  inclin'd,  Like  this  Constable.  96 

Jim's. 

London,  Printed  for  Francis  Grove  on  Snow-hill.     Entered  according  to  Order. 

[In  Black-letter.  Four  woodcuts,  of  which  the  first  is  a  black-hatted  Cavalier  in 
cloak,  trunk-hose,  and  riding  boots ;  second  the  man  with  staff  as  on  p.  329 ; 
third,  on  p.  515,  but  without  Watchman's  dog;  fourth,  here.    Date,  cnrd  1650.] 


518 
jFmale  to  Scrantj  (Group  of  ©ooti^dlotos. 

l£>oto  tbc  jFrollic  (ZEn&eti* 

38emfl  a  Sequel  to  tjje  Barrforb  Ballati   callrti  "  STTjc  Wanting 
Eamblcr,"  ant>  to  tijc  same  (ZTune  of  tlje  Eant,  tial  terra  rara. 

(See  p.  503.) 

~\fr  C  £/  have  heard  of  the frollicsome  Wager 
■*-         Our young  'Ranting  Rambler''  did  win  : 
When  he  saw  the  fair  maid,  to  engage  her 
Affection  he  fain  would  begin, 

With  a  Rant,  dal  derra  rara,  etc.  {Repeat,  passim. 

If  he  talk 'd  of  a  Wife,  it  was  fibbing  ; 

No  wife,  trade,  or  business  had  he : 
He  loved  wagers  and  mirth,  not  wine-bibbing, 

His  heart  was  still  open  and  free. 

Althd  lock'd  up  for  jesting  and  singing, 

Where  rogues  may  alone  sin  or  crime, 
No  discomfort  could  daunt  him  from  springing 

Brisk  as  lark  in  the  next  morning's  prime. 

The  lord  Mayor's  only  daughter  that  morning 
Thought  well  of  this  handsome  young  spark  ; 

She  who  look'd  on  all  tipplers  with  scorning, 
And  roysters  who  brawl  in  the  dark. 

"  It  were  pity  so  handsome  a  fello7v 
By  revels  imperill  'd  his  health  ! 
He  once  on  a  turn  has  been  mellow : — 
Ah  me!  I  have  youth  and  I've  wealth. 

"  His  ruffles  lack  neat-handed  mending, 
I'm  sure  that  he  has  not  a  wife  ; 
There's  no  pleasure  in  ranting  or  spending, 
He  is  wasting  good  looks  and  good  life." 

He  had  seen  she  was  fair,  sweet,  and  modest, 

Her  blue  eyes  shone  brightly  he  knew  ; 
Their  first  meeting  had  been  of  the  oddest, 

Better  chances  next  time  might  ensue. 

So  they  each  stray  'd  across  Te?nple-gardens, 

(Fortune  favours  young  lovers  like  these,) 
They  met  without  tutors  or  wardens, 

To  talk  or  touch  hands  at  their  ease. 

Did  she  blush  when  she  saw  him,  and  smile  too  ? 
Did  he  stammer,  feel  somewhat  ashamed  ? 
' '  She  thinks  I  was  foolish,  and  vile  loo  !  " 

But  she  frown' d  not,  she  never  once  blamed. 


Sequel  to  "  The  Ranting  Rambler;'    Mark  Noble's  Frolic.       519 

She  turn'd  not  aside  with  aversion, 

But  found  courage  to  give  him  hope  soon  ; 

They  took  boat  on  the  Thames  for  diversion, 
And  came  back  by  the  light  of  the  moon. 

With  Scriveners'1  and  Usurer sJ  charges 

His  estate  had  been  burthen \i 'full  sore  ; 
Since  she  sighs  for  his  past,  he  enlarges 

On  his  love,  now  his  folly's  no  more. 


Let  him  win  back  his  Home,  she  will  share  it  ? 

Such  a  wife  wozild yield  heavenly  bliss  ! 
Her  father  may  threaten.   .  .  .    To  dare  it 

He  needeth  no  bribe  save  her  kiss. 

Was  it  'wrong  that  she  kept  on  belie?! ing 

The  words  of  so  gallant  a  youth  ? 
In  such  fervour  could  be  no  deceiving- : 
His  eyes— and  his  lips — told  of  truth  ! 

How  it  ended  needs  no  tame  narration, 

Her  father  she  coax'd  to  be  kind  ; 
Content  with  his  daughter's  neio  station, 

Wish'd  them  joy,  tho'  he  growl'd  "  Love  is  blind!  " 

He  bought-up  all  Mark's  debts  and  mortgages  ; 

He  punished  the  sharpers  and  cheats, 
In  the  pillo7y  dealt  them  just  rvages, 

Cart-tail  'd  than  well-zvhipt,  in  the  streets. 

It  is  said  that  from  Trade  he  retired, 

The  wealthiest  Mayor  of  his  day, 
So  soon  as  he  thrice  was  grand-sired, 

And  sang  to  her  babes  in  their  play, 
The  Rant,  dal  derra  rara,  etc. 

"  Old  Rowley  "  himself  once  invited 

The  Bride  and  her  Rambler  to  Cotirt ; 
But  they  still  kept  aloof,  more  delighted 
With  safe  rural  virtues  and  sport. 

Should  you  pass  near  their  mansion  in  Surrey, 
You  will  find  I  have  told  you  no  lie  ; 

None  leaves  it  in  dudgeon  or  hurry, 
But  would  gladly  stop  there  till  he  die. 
The  Rant,  dal  derra  rara,  etc. 

J.  W.  EBSWORTH. 

A'ovember  2,  1887. 

35ntJ  of  Hjc  (Srottps  of  (Eooti-JWlofos. 


520 


Additional  Note  on  '  (Goti  spcct)  the  ^plattfll).' 

*»*  Our  next  ensuing  ballad.  "  God  Speed  the  Plough,"  has  been  reprinted  by 
Mr.  John  Payne  Collier  in  bis  Book  of  lioxburghe  Ballads,  1847,  p.  312.  Modern 
variations  occur  in  the  Suffolk  version,  J.  H.  Dixon's  Ancient  Poems  and  Songs 
of  tlie  Peasantry,  printed  for  the  Percy  Society,  184  6,  p.  42,  and  the  Rev.  Mr. 
Broadwood's  Old  English  Songs  as  now  sung  by  the  Peasantry  of  the  Weald  of 
Surrey  and  Sussex,  1843.  The  earliest  known  dated  copy  is  one  beginning 
"Well  met,  my  friend,  upon  the  highway  walking  on,"  in  The  Loyal  Garland, 
1686  edition  (reprint,  for  Percy  Society,  No.  lxxxix.  1850,  p.  66),  hut  it  is 
probable  that  it  had  appeared  long  before,  this  being  the  fifth  edition.  Whether 
the  Plough  song  appeared  in  early  copies  of  1665  is  not  certain.  There  are  many 
differences  in  the  versions.  The  woodcut,  on  p.  523,  with  its  qnaintly  introduced 
labels,  like  pennons,  had  been  seen  in  Civil- War  tracts  of  1641.  The  very  old 
tune,  "  I  am  the  Puke  of  Norfolk,"  was  mentioned  in  vol.  iv.  p.  355. 

For  two  other  songs,  "  The  Painful  Plough,"  beginning,  "  Come  all  you  jolly 
Plough-men,  of  courage  stout  and  bold  ;  "  and  "  The  Useful  Plough,"  beginning 
"  A  Country  life  is  sweet,  in  moderate  cold  and  heat,  To  wait  in  the  air  ;  "  also 
"  The  Farmer's  Song."  beginning  "  Sweet  Nelly,  my  heart's  delight,"  see  James 
lTenry  Dixon's  Ancient  Poems,  Ballads  and  Songs  of  the  Peasantry  of  England, 
1846,"  Percy  Society,  No.  lxii.  vol.  xvii.  pp.  167  to  173. 

The  Woodcut  here  given  belongs  to  "True  Blue  the  Plough-Man,"  of  our 
pp.  532-534  ;  apparently  introduced  into  that  ballad  because  of  its  reference  to 
Millers  and  Windmills.  For  a  similar  reason  the  other  woodcut  of  the  same 
ballad,  viz.,  "  Tom  Taylor  and  his  wife  Joan,'''  serves  the  purpose,  for  the  sixth 
stanza,  but  originally  belonged  to  "  Tom  the  Taylor  near  the  Strand,^  Eoxburghe 
Collection,  II."263  ;  IV.  27. 


[Seep.  534.] 


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521 


®o&  ^>pccti  tf)C  Plough 

"  Let  not  Ambition  mock  their  useful  toil, 
Their  homely  joys  and  destiny  obscure  ; 
Nor  Grandeur  hear,  with  a  disdainfid  smile, 
The  short  and  simple  annals  of  the  poor." 

■ — Gray's  Elegy  in  a  Country  Churchyard. 


HE  title  of  this  ballad  was  chosen  to  secure  popular  acceptance. 
The  early  condition  of  our  agricultural  labourers  in  England  has 
scarcely  been  examined  with  the  attention  and  impartiality  it  may 
deserve.  Even  now,  when  politicians,  as  well  as  local  democrats, 
are  working  as  agitators  to  secure  their  own  ends,  we  are  nationally 
indifferent  to  the  welfare  of  a  large  decreasing  class  of  ill-educated 
workers,  hitherto  industrious,  patient,  and  simple-minded,  who 
have  been  indispensable  to  the  welfare  of  our  country  in  times 
past ;  who  have  only  recently  begun  to  think  for  themselves  on  the 
great  social  problems,  and  cooperate  for  attainment  of  what  they 
believe  to  be  their  just  rights  ;  but  whose  future,  unless  they  resort 
to  Emigration,  is  one  of  the  most  inscrutable  of  mysteries,  such  as 
no  Parliamentary  sphynx  can  answer,  "staring  right  on,  with  calm 
eternal  eyes." 

In  regard  to  physical  comfort,  perhaps  also  in  social  morality  and 
individual  intelligence,  the  improvement  among  our  ploughmen  is 
indisputable.  Despite  the  increasing  difficulties  met  by  our  farmers,- 
exposed  to  the  ruinous  competition  of  foreign  producers,  in  graiu 
and  cattle,  the  hired  labourers  of  the  present  race  secure  a  better 
habitation,  :more  abundant  and  wholesome  food,  with  unbroken 
rest,  than  what  rewarded  the  toil  of  their  forefathers  :  that  is,  so 
lone  as  children  come  not  too  fast,  and  sickness  does  not  break  down 
the  bread-winner,  the  two  evils  destroying  independence.  Records 
are  far  from  ample,  but  such  as  are  attainable  seem  to  indicate  that 
"  the  hewers  of  wood  and  drawers  of  water,"  the  lower  orders  of 
countrymen  in  days  of  old,  had  a  hard  lot  to  bear.  The  changeful 
seasons  regulate  labour  with  succession  of  variety,  like  the  crops 
produced,  so  that  no  monotony  of  toil  is  felt  long  enough  to  be  un- 
bearably wearisome.  Yet  the  mechanical  routine  from  day  to  day 
superinduces  a  certain  amount  of  deadness  or  dullness  in  the  mind, 
which  enables  the  ploughman  to  endure  without  a  murmur  such 
hours  of  little  altered  employment  as  might  appear  slavery  to  the 
more  irritable  and  insubordinate  town-dweller.  Like  the  horses 
that  he  guides,  the  sheep  that  he  tends,  the  very  poultry  and  cattle 
that  he  feeds,  his  pleasures  are  centred  in  the  due  acceptance  of 
food  and  drink  and  slumber,  with  that  half- recognized  sense  of 
freedom  and  robustness  which  help  to  balance  the  discomforts 
of  inclement  wind  and  weather.  "  The  rest  of  the  labouring  man 
is  sweet."     His   enjoyments   are  few,   but  are   keenly  welcomed. 


522  God  Speed  the  Plough. 

3Tis  children  arc  happier,  their  mother  is  more  easily  contented, 
and  he  himself  is  less  tearful  of  the  future,  than  are  those  persons 
whose  lives  are  devoted  to  commerce  and  manufactures.  If  it  be 
difficult  to  awaken  him  to  higher  thoughts  than  his  mill-horse 
round  of  daily  routine,  he  at  least  enjoys  the  freedom  from  imaginary 
cares,  or  far-reaching  speculations. 

There  is  a  great  gulf,  of  more  than  three  centuries,  between  the 
ploughman,  as  described  in  the  Vision  of  William  Langley,  about 
1377,  and  the  following  ballad.  But,  as  we  know,  it  was  only  as 
a  mask  of  disguise  that  "Piers  the  Ploughman's"  character  was 
assumed.  Chaucer's  Canterbury  Pilgrim  is  a  safer  portrait  for  our 
guidance,  and  the  honest  simplicity  of  that  weather-beaten  conscript- 
father,  whose  toilsome  lot  was  cheerfully  borne,  cannot  fail  to  touch 
the  heart  of  all  who  are  not  spoilt  by  luxury  and  selfishness. 
Chaucer  (to  whom  is  attributed  wrongly  "  The  Plowman's  Tale") 
makes  him  own-brother  of  the  poor  parson  of  a  town  : — 

With  hym  ther  was  a  Plowman  that  was  his  brother, 

That  hadde  ylad  of  donge  ful  many  a  t'other, 

A  trewe  swynkere  aud  a  good  was  he, 

Lyuynge  ia  pees  and  parti  t  charitee. 

God  loued  he  best  with  al  hese  hoole  herte, 

At  alle  tymes  thogh  he  gameed  or  smerte, 

And  thanne  his  nyjhe-bour  rijt  as  hym  selue. 

He  wolde  thressehe  and  jierto  dyke  and  delue, 

For  Cristis  sake  for  euery  pore  wight, 

"With-outyn  hyre,  jif  it  laye  in  his  myjt. 

His  tytkes  payde  he  ful  faire  and  wel, 

Bothe  of  his  propre  swynk  and  his  catel. 

In  a  Tabbard  he  rood  vpon  a  mere. 

—  Cf.  Ellesmere  MS.,  529—541. 

Following  our  Boxburghe  Ballad,  as  text,  our  notes  or  marginalia 
show  variations  of  The  Loyal  Garland.  To  adapt  any  poem 
for  popular  acceptance  in  the  broadside-ballad-form,  more  was 
necessary  than  adding  a  few  incongruous  or  appropriate  woodcuts. 
Theatre-songs  were  too  short,  and  book-poems  too  long,  to  suit  the 
penny  market.  Moreover,  some  spicery  might  be  required  for  the 
mild  lentils ;  while  over-proof  liquors  were  watered  down  to  the 
bar-standard  of  easy  tipple.  There  being  no  real  newspapers,  and 
the  modern  novel  newly  at  its  birth,  our  street  ballads  were  the 
people's  library ;  the  travelling  Chapman  was  the  priest  of  their 
secular  literature — the  Orpheus  who  moved  stocks  and  stones  with 
music.     As  Wordsworth  sang, 

"  An  Orpheus!  an  Orpheus  !  he  works  on  the  crowd, 
He  sways  them  with  harmony  merry  and  loud, 
He  fills  with  his  power  all  their  hearts  to  the  brim  — 
Was  aught  ever  heard  like  his  fiddle  and  him  ? 

For  an  Additional  Note  on  the  ballad,  see  p.  520. 


523 


[Koxburghe  Collection,  II.  188  ;  Pepys,  IV.  272  ;  Euing,  127.] 

dSot)  BpeeD  tl)e  $Ioto,  anti  bless  tt)e 

Compote* 
0  iBialogue  far ttoccn  tftc  ^i&bnnfrman  anti  &crfring=man* 

The  Serving-man,  the  Plow-man  would  invite 
To  leave  his  calling,  and  to  take  delight ; 
But  to  that  by  no  means  [he]  will  agree, 
Lest  he  thereby  should  come  to  beggary. 
He  makes  it  plain  appear  a  country  life 
Doth  far  excell ;  and  so  they  end  the  strife. 

The  Tune  is,  I  am  the  Duke  of  Norfolk.     [See  vol.  iv.  p.  355.] 


J.W.E. 


MY  noble  Friends,  give  ear,  if  mirth  you  love  to  hear, 
I'l  tell  you  as  fast  as  I  can, 
A  story  very  true,  then  mark  what  doth  ensue, 
Concerning  of  a  Husband-man. 

i$£tbfru>iftftatt. 

A  Serving-man  did  meet  a  Husband-man  in  the  street, 
And  thus  unto  him  he  began : 
"  I  pray  you  tell  to  me  of  what  Calling  you  be  ; 
Or  if  you  be  a  Serving-man." 

f^usoantf=man. 

Quoth  he,  "  My  brother  dear,  the  coast  I  mean  to  clear, 
And  the  truth  you  shall  understand. 

I  do  no  one  disdain,  but  this  I  tell  you  plain, 
I  am  an  honest  Husband-man." 


8 


524  God  Speed  the  Plough. 

J?rrrjtng=fHan. 

"  If  a  Husband-man  you  be,  then  come  along  with  me, 
I'le  help  you  as  soon  as  L  can, 
Unto  a  gallant  place,  where  in  a  little  space, 

You  shall  be  a  Serving-man."  16 

P?ttgfcanfo«jf&an. 

"  Sir,  for  your  diligence,  I  give  you  many  thanks," 

Then  answered  the  Plowman  again, 
"  I  pray  you  to  me  show,  whereby  that  I  might  know, 

What  pleasures  hath  a  Serving-man." 

£crrjtntj=fHan. 

"  A  Serving-man  hath  pleasure,  which  passeth  time  and  measure, 
When  the  Hank  on  his  fist  doth  stand, 
His  hood  and  his  verril's  brave,  and  other  things  we  have, 

Which  yeelds  joy  to  a  Serving-man."  24 

fl?usfcanu=fHan. 

"  My  pleasure's  more  than  that,  to  see  my  Oxen  fat, 
And  to  prosper  well  under  my  hand. 
And  therefore  I  do  mean,  with  my  horse  and  team, 
To  keep  my  self  a  Husband-man." 

Scrumcf-'fHart. 

"  0  'tis  a  gallant  thing,  in  the  prime  time  of  the  Spring, 
To  hear  the  hunts-men  now  and  then. 
His  Beaugle  for  to  blow  and  the  hounds  run  all  a  row,     [bugle. 
This  is  pleasure  for  a  Serving-man  :  32 

"  To  hear  the  Beagle  cry,  and  to  see  the  Faulcon  fly, 
And  the  hare  trip  over  the  plain, 
And  the  hunts-men  and  the  hound,  makes  hill  and  dale  resound, 
This  is  pleasure  for  a  Serving-man."  ["rebound." 

PlusfiantisJKatt. 

"  'Tis  pleasure  you  know  to  see  the  Corn  to  grow, 
And  to  grow  so  well  on  the  land  ; 
The  plowing  and  the  sowing,  the  reaping  and  the  mowing, 

Yeelds  pleasure  to  the  Husband-man."  40 

icerbinn>fHan. 

"  At  our  table  you  may  eat  all  sorts  of  dainty  meat ; 
Pig,  cony,  goose,  capon,  and  swan ; 
And  with  lords  and  ladies  fine,  you  may  drink  beer,  ale,  and  wine, 
This  is  pleasure  for  a  Serving-man." 


God  Speed  the  Plough.  525 

p2usbaitti:.ptan. 
"  While  you  eat  goose  and  capon,  I'le  feed  on  beefe  and  bacon, 
And  piece  of  hard  cheese  now  and  then  ; 
We  pudding  have,  and  souse,1  always  ready  in  the  house, 

Which  contents  the  honest  Husband-man."  48 

,£crrjtnjj=£Kan. 

"  At  the  Court  you  may  have  your  garments  fine  and  brave, 

And  Cloak  with  gold  lace  layd  upon, 

A  shirt  as  white  as  milk,  and  wrought  with  finest  silk, 

That's  pleasure  for  a  Serving-man." 

"  Such  proud  and  costly  gear  is  not  for  us  to  wear, 

Amongst  the  bryers  and  brambles  many  on[e  ;] 
A  good  strong  russet  Coat,  and  at  your  need  a  groat, 

Will  suffice  the  Husband-man.  5(5 

"  A  Proverb  hear  I  tell,  which  likes  my  humour  well,      t«-  hear? 
And  remember  it  well  I  can  ; 
If  a  Courtier  be  to[o]  bold,  he'l  want  when  he  is  old, 
Then  farewel  the  Serving-man." 

iocrutnr^fHan 

"  It  needs  must  be  confest  that  your  Calling  is  the  best,  ; 
]S"o  longer  discourse  with  you  I  can, 
But  henceforth  I  will  pray  by  night  and  by  day, 

Heavens  bless  the  honest  Husband-man."  64 

JRnto.  ["FISIN" 

[Publisher's  name  cut  off.     Euing  copy,  printed  for  W.  Gilbertson,  at  the  sign  of 
the  Bible,  in  Gilt-spur-street.     One  woodcut,  on  p.  523.     Date,  circa.  1665] 


1 


Souse  is  meat  (pork  chiefly)  laid  in  brine-pickle,  ready  for  boiling. 


H. 


QHje  pourjljman's  &rt  of  Mooing,  anrj  Efte  tfKflMHatVa 

iEcsoIutt'ou. 


.ITHERTO  we  have  heard  the  Ploughman's  praise,  chanted  by  himself 
without  any  pretence  of  modest  diffidence.  We  now  give  two  ballads  to  the 
favourite  tune  of  Cupid's  Trappan.  (See  Popular  Music,  pp.  555-557  for  the 
notes  of  this  tune,  with  mention  of  the  various  names  it  bore,  chiefly,  from  the 
original,  "  Cupid's  Trappan  ;  or,  Up  the  Green  Forest,'''  beginning,  "  Once  did 
I  love  a  bonny,  bonny  Bird,"  found  in  Euiug  Collection,  35  ;  Pepys,  III.  107  ; 
and  Douce,  I. "39  verso.)  It  was  originally  described  as  A  New  Northern  Tune. 
First,  comes  the  Damsel's  complaint,  "Once  did  I  love."  Second,  "The 
Young-man  put  to  his  Shifts."  Third,  the  Ploughman  proclaims  his  irresistible 
attraction,  as  a  conqueror  of  hearts.  Fourth,  the  Milk-maid  indignantly  rebukes 
his  boastfulness.  Second  and  fourth  begin  similarly,  but  come  from  different 
publishers.  They  are  all  four  sung  to  the  same  tune.  We  delay  "  A  Young 
Man  put  to  his  Shifts  ;  or,  The  Ranting  Young  Man's  Resolution,"  which  begins 
"Of  late  did  I  hear  a  young  damsel  complain"   (see  Note  on  p.  528). 


526 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  260  ;   Euth,  II.  54  ;  Jersey,  III.  85.] 

Che  i&lottjman's  2lrt  in  aHootng. 

The  brisk  young  Plowman  doth  believe 

If  he  were  put  to  tryal, 
There's  not  a  maid  in  all  the  Shire 

Could  give  him  the  denyal. 

Tuxe  of,    Cupid's  Trappan.     [See  p.  528.] 

I  AM  a  young  man  that  do  follow  the  Plow, 
But  of  late  1  have  found  out  an  art, 
And  can  when  I  please  with  abundance  of  ease 
Deprive  any  maid  of  her  heart,  brave  boys, 
Deprive  [any  maid  of  her  heart]. 

To  think  how  they'l  yield,  as  I  walk  in  the  field, 
Mythinks  is  so  pleasant  to  me, 
I  long  to  be  nigh  her  who'l  burn  like  a  fire, 
If  she  but  my  favour  doth  see,  brave  boys  ! 

If  she  [but  my  favour  doth  see].  10 

Such  wenches,  I  think,  must  be  certainly  mad, 
Whose  hearts  are  betray'd  with  a  smile, 
But  they  quickly  find  such  a  change  in  my  mind, 
That  will  them  of  all  pleasure  beguile,  brave  [boys ! 
That  [ivill  them  of  all  pleasure  beguile]. 

[It]  will  make  them  look  pale,  like  maidens  so  stale,        ['And' 

That  for  a  good  Husband  doth  long, 

And  this  unto  me  such  pleasure  will  be, 

That  I  shall  thereof  make  a  song,  brave  [boys  ! 

That  [I shall  thereof  make  a  song].  20 

For  who  can  delight  in  a  thing  that  is  fond  ?  [*"•«•  foolish. 

'Tis  a  thing  that  I  never  could  do  ; 
My  passion  is  gone  when  she  doates  upon  John, 
Then  another  Girl  I  must  go  wooe,  brave  [boys ! 
That  [another  girl  I  must  wooe]. 

And  in  a  month's  space,  it  will  be  her  case, 

If  she  can  be  easily  wonn, 

To  mourn  and  bewail  beneath  the  Milk-pale,  {pail, 

And  to  cry  she's  forsook  and  undone,  brave  [boys  ! 

And  to  cry  [she' 's  forsook  and  undone].  30 


The  Plough-man's  Art  of  Wooing.  527 

I  could  ne'r  understand  there's  a  man  in  the  land 
Could  delight  in  what's  easily  gain'd, 
But  if  it  be  so,  that  Love  they  long  show, 
Then  their  passion  must  surely  be  feign'd,  brave  [boys ! 
Then  [their  passion  must  surely  be  feign' d]. 

Then  give  me  the  wench  that  has  so  much  sence 
When  a  Youngster  doth  come  upon  tryal, 
"Will  so  cunningly  deal  that  his  heart  she  may  steal, 
And  seemingly  give  the  denyall,  brave  [boys ! 

And  [seemingly  give  the  denyall-  40 

She  surely  will  find  young  men  be  more  kind, 
If  she  be  but  strange  and  untoward ; 
For  men  like  the  fire  do  burn  with  desire, 
If  they  meet  with  a  maid  that  is  froward,  brave  [boys ! 
If  [they  meet  with  a  maid  that  is  froward]. 

But  it  is  the  fashion  throughout  all  the  nation, 

And  chiefly  in  Country  Tovvnes, 

Men  maidens  beguile  who  are  won  with  a  smile, 

And  then  they'r  destroy'd  with  their  frowns,  brave  [boys  ! 

And  [then  they're  destroy'd  tvith  their  frowns'].  50 

And  it  may  be  said,  there's  not  a  Milk-maid, 
Although  she  be  never  so  fair, 
But  if  once  I  begin,  her  heart  I  would  win, 
And  by  my  fair  words  would  betray  her,  brave  [boys  ! 
And  by  [my  fair  words  would  betray  her]. 


It  is  a  rare  thing  to  hear  the  Girls  sing 
Oh  !  my  love  hath  forsaken  me  quite, 
And  for  his  dear  sake,  my  heart  it  doth  ake, 
I  languish  by  day  and  by  night,  brave  boys : 

/  languish  [by  day  and  by  night].'''  GO 

As  I  follow  the  Plow,  my  thinks  I  see  how 
They  look  pale,  and  their  lips  they  do  tremble ; 
'Cause  they  were  mistaken,  and  are  forsaken, 
By  youngsters  that  much  did  dissemble,  brave  [boys ! 
By  youngsters  [that  much  did  dissemble.] 

I  will  have  t'other  bout,  and  without  any  doubt 
I'le  compass  the  thing  I  desire ; 
For  I  cannot  well  pass,  if  I  meet  with  a  Lass, 
Till  her  heart  it  be  set  on  a  fire,  brave  [boys ! 

Till  her  [heart  it  be  set  on  afire].  70 


528  The  Plough-man's  Art  of  Wooing. 

There's  Margret  and  Jbne  who  still  lye  all  alone, 
But  I'le  venture  to  lay  twenty  shilling, 
If  a  motion  I  make  to  cure  their  heart  ake, 
To  lye  with  me  both  will  be  willing,  brave  [boys ! 
To  lye  [with  me  both  will  be  willing^. 

There's  Susan  and  Kate  that  long  for  to  ha't, 
And  are  vigorous  in  their  desire, 
But  before  they  are  mad,  let  some  lusty  young  lad 
Make  haste  and  extinguish  their  fire,  brave  [boys  ! 

Make  [haste  and  extinguish  their  fir  e~\.  80 

Printed  for  P.  Brooksby,  at  the  Golden  Ball  in  West- Smith-field. 

[In  Black-letter.     Two  woodcuts,  viz.  the  Prince  Rupert  of  p.   246,  and  the 
Spotted  Girl,  in  oval,  of  p.  40,  Left.     Date,  circa  1672.] 

***  The  tune  of  Cupid's  Trappan,  mentioned  on  our  pp.  526  and  529,  was 
known  also  as  I've  left  the  world  as  the  world  found  me,  aud  The  1'witcher,  or 
properly  The  Maid's  Twitcher,  with  its  first  line,  "  A  Damsel  I'm  told,"  of  late 
date,  circa  1731.  Four  of  its  earlier  names  were  borrowed  from  a  single  ballad 
in  Pepys  Coll ,  Douce,  III.  107,  and  Euing,  35,  viz.  Cupid's  Trappan,  or,  The 
Scorner  Scorn' d  ;  or,  The  "Willow  turn'd  into  Carnation;  "  this  was  then  "A 
New  Northern  tune  now  all  in  fashion."  From  its  first  line  of  first  verse,  of 
second  verse,  and  the  burden,  it  was  entitled  Bonny,  bonny  Bird;  Up  the  green 
Forest ;  and  Brave  Boys.  (See  Chappell's  Popular  Music  of  the  Olden  Time, 
pp.  555-557  ;  music  given  from  Flora,  ballad-opera.)     The  original  tune  begins : 

Once  did  I  love  a  bonny  bonny  Bird, 

And  thought  he  had  been  my  own ; 
But  he  loved  another  far  better  than  me, 

And  has  taken  bis  flight,  and  is  flown,  Brave  Boys  ! 

And  has  taken  his  flight  and  is  flown. 


rlnwn  -flip   .. 


Up  the  Green  Forest,  and  down  the  green  Forest, 

Like  one  much  distressed  in  mind, 
I  whoop'd  and  1  whoop'd,  and  I  flung  up  my  Hood, 

But  my  Bonny  Bird  I  could  not  find,  Brave  Boys  ! 

But  my  Bonny  Bird  I  could  not  find.     Etc. 

It  is  barely  possible  that  the  reserved  ballad  "  A  Young  Man  put  to  his  Shifts," 
beginning  "  Of  late  did  I  hear  a  young  Damsel  Complain  "  (Boxburghe  Coll., 
ii.  548 — see  Appendix),  may,  as  Mr.  Chappell  believed,  have  preceded  those  of 
the  Plowman  and  Milk-maid,  our  pp.  526  and  529.  But  those  two  were  certainly 
in  sequence :  the  other  held  less  connection  with  "  Once  did  I  love,"  than  did 
"  The  Batchelor's  Forecast ;  or,  Cupid  Unblest,"  printed  by  P.  L.  for  R.  Burton, 
and  beginning  "Once  did  I  love  and  a  very  pretty  girl."  This  was  the  true 
"  Answer  to  Cupid's  Trappan,  or  Up  the  Green  Forrest,"  as  it  claims  to  be  :  — 

Of  late  did  I  hear  a  young  damsel  complain, 
And  rail  much  against  a  young  man ; 

His  cause  and  his  state  I'le  now  vindicate, 

And  hold  battle  with  Cupid's  trappan,  brave  boys, 

And  hold  battle  with  Cupid's  trappan.     Etc.  ( Cf.  p.  525.) 


529 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  347  ;  Jersey,  III.  78.] 

Ztyt  $$ilkmaiftf8  i&esotution- 

Let  young  men  prate  of  what  they  please, 

Cause  young  men  have  been  kind, 
They'l  find  no  more  such  Fooles  as  these 

To  please  each  apish  mind. 

Tune,  Cupid's  Trappan.     [See  p.  528] 

OF  late  I  did  hear  a  young  man  domineer, 
And  vapour  of  what  he  could  do  ; 
But  I  think  he  knew  how  for  to  manage  the  Plow, 
Far  better  than  maidens  to  woo,  brave  boys  ! 
Far  better  [than  maidens  to  ivoo~\. 

And  he  surely  doth  think  that  we  maidens  are  mad, 
For  to  mind  ev'ry  clown  we  do  see  ; 
Should  his  love  be  exprest  with  a  vow  and  protest, 
I'de  believe  no  such  boobies  as  he,  brave  [boys ! 

Fde  [believe  no  such  boobies  as  he].  10 

Though  his  bottles  of  Ale,  and  other  fine  things, 
He  bestows  on  me  ev'ry  day, 
It  is  my  intent,  when  his  money  is  spent, 
To  bid  him  begone  and  away,  brave  boys  ! 
To  bid  [him  be  gone  and  away], 

I'le  give  him  good  words  Avhile  his  money  doth  last, 
And  tell  him  I  dearly  do  love  him  ; 
When  his  cash  is  all  gone,  I'le  tell  him,  my  man  John, 
There's  others  I  fancy  above  him,  brave  [boys  ! 

There's  others,  I  fancy  above  him.]  20 

And  that  which  is  worse,  when  once  they  do  find 
A  maiden's  poor  heart  it  is  won, 
They'l  laugh  and  they'l  jeer,  they'l  giggle  and  sneer, 
That  they  this  poor  maid  hath  undone,  brave  [boys ! 
That  [they  this  poor  maid  have  undone]. 

Some  men  they  [make]  love  for  what  they  can  get, 
And  'tis  certain  there's  many  a  Lubbard  ; 
Will  sigh  and  will  pant,  seeming  ready  to  faint, 
And  all  for  the  love  of  the  cubbard,  brave  boys  ! 

And  all  [for  the  love  of  the  Cup-board].  30 

VOL.    VI.  2    M 


5^0  The  Milk-Maid's  Resolution. 

And  others,  so  long  as  they  think  a  poor  maid 
Has  been  careful  and  saved  some  money, 
Tins  maiden  will  find  he  will  prove  very  kind, 
And  call  her  his  joy  and  his  honey,  brave  boys  ! 
And  [call  her  his  joy  and  his  honey]. 

Yea,  if  this  poor  soul  will  be  such  a  foole 

To  hearken  to  this  fellow's  tale, 

Shee'l  to  poverty  fall,  he'l  beguile  her  of  all 

She  hath  got  by  the  merry  milk-pail,  brave  boys ! 

[She  hath  got  by  the  merry  milk-paiV\.  40 

And  she  that  doth  carry  the  merry  milk-pail, 
And  delights  for  to  milk  the  brown  Cow, 
May  sure  be  as  good,  be  it  well  understood, 
As  the  Looby  that  follows  the  Plow,  brave  [boys ! 
As  the  [Looby  that  follows  the  Plow], 

Yet  each  pittiful  clown  will  boast  up  and  down 
Of  the  maidens  that  he  hath  betray'd  ; 
If  all  were  like  me,  such  things  should  not  be, 
Nor  ever  hereafter  be  said,  brave  boys  ! 

Nor  [ever  hereafter  be  said].  50 

Keep  but  at  a  distance,  and  then  they  will  be, 
Like  men  quite  bereaved  of  sence  ; 
Then  the  best  of  them  all  into  passion  will  fall, 
And  be  ready  to  dye  for  a  wench,  brave  boys  ! 
And  [be  ready  to  dye  for  a  Wench]. 

Tho'  some  of  them  now,  do  say  they  know  how 

To  make  any  maiden  to  yield, 

But  I  would  defie  any  man  that  should  try 

In  the  midst  of  the  merry  Broom  field,  brave  [boys  ! 

Ln  [the  midst  of  the  merry  Broom-field'].  60 

For  my  modesty  shall  defend  me  from  all 
That  say  'tis  so  easy  to  win 

The  poor  virgin's  fort,  of  which  they  make  sport, 
And  delight  in  this  treacherous  sin,  brave  boys  ! 
And  [delight  in  this  treacherous  sin]. 

Then  maidens  beware,  of  such  villains  take  care, 
Whose  delight  is  your  absolute  ruine  ; 
If  they  conquer  with  ease,  and  gain  what  they  please, 
They'l  soon  be  a-weary  of  wooing,  brave  boys, 

[They'll  soon  be  a-weary  of  wooing].  70 


The  Milk-Maid's  Resolution.  531 

But  if  you  stand  off,  and  at  them  do  scoff, 
You'l  find  they  will  burn  like  a  fire, 
When  you  make  them  to  bow,  let  your  reason  know  how 
To  grant  them  the  thing  they  desire,  brave  [boys, 
To  grant  [them  the  thing  they  desire]. 

Then  take  my  advice,  you  maids  that  are  wise,  ['free' 

I'le  assure  you  I  speak  not  in  jest, 
Ne'r  play  with  the  dart  till  you  poyson  your  heart, 
For  a  single  life  it  is  the  best,  brave  [boys ! 
For  [a  single  life  it  is  the  best~\. 

There's  some  that  are  married  before  they  had  wit, 
That  with  sorrows  are  sorely  opprest, 
Then  think  it  not  strange,  I  am  not  for  a  change, 
For  a  single  life  it  is  the  best,  brave  boys, 

For  \_a  single  life  it  is  the  best].  85 

Printed  for  P.  Broolcslg  at  the  Golden-Ball. 

[In  Black-letter.  Two  woodcuts,  both  reserved:  1st,  a  Young  Cavalier,  with 
love-locks  and  plumed  hat ;  full-length  of  Milk-maid  in  flowered  gown,  with 
milk-pail  on  her  head  (it  belongs  also  to  the  "  Deptford  Frolic,"  Cf.  our 
vol.  iv.  p.  31).     Date,  circa  1665.] 


%xut'Mm,  tit  poiiggmatu 

"  True-Blue  will  never  stain."—  Old  Ballad  truism. 


B 


ALLADS  on  a  succession  of  Trades  and  Callings  were  always  popular  of  old. 
They  afforded  the  sort  of  Saturnalia  that  bestows  more  than  customary  license ; 
even  when  the  Lord  of  Misrule  held  his  Court  at  Yule,  or  when  a  mock  Tilt  was 
held  within  the  lists,  and  the  Hobby-Horse  riders  plunged  and  reared  their 
"fiery  and  untamed  steeds";  flapping  meanwhile  at  everybody  in  turn  with 
bladders  full  of  peas,  a  saucy  weapon  at  the  end  of  a  Fool's  bauble.  There 
were  many,  no  doubt,  who  felt  equally  afflicting  the  smart  and  sting  of  a  festive 
singer  in  the  market-place;  with  such  a  strain  as  "True  Blue,  the  Ploughman," 
for  example,  they  were  compelled  to  repress  publicly  their  indignant  anger.  To 
'  grin  and  bear  it '  was  the  only  safe  response. 

The  tune  is  named  The  Country  Farmer,  from  a  Roxburghe  Ballad,  reprinted 
in  vol.  iii.  p.  363.  followed  by  a  Sequel,  p.  366,  and  second  Sequel  in  vol.  iv. 
on  p.  17.     Tune  in  Popular  Music,  p.  562.     Begins,  "  There  was  a  brisk  Lass." 

Thomas  Pearson's  bookbinders  committed  manifold  offences  in  shearing  off  lines 
from  broadsides,  to  force  the  future  Roxburghe  Ballads  within  their  type-orna- 
ment environment.  They  robbed  us  of  lines  33,  34  of  "  True- Blue  the  Plough- 
man ;  "  also  its  colophon  with  Philip  Brooksby's  name.  Thanks  to  our  knowledge 
of  an  unmutilated  duplicate,  and  the  unfailing  courtesy  of  the  Earl  of  Crawford, 
our  reprint  is  correct. 

- — -cs*s*Sj?3fer^P^i  - — ■ 


532 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  471;  Jersey,  II.  26.] 

Crue  Bleto  ti)e  }Motuman ; 

©r, 

3  character;  of  neutral  callings*  tofiici)  Be  coulo  not  ftcelp 
fancp,  tol)cn  Dc  fouuD  t\jtiv  gcantj  SDeceit* 

He  never  yet  would  cbange  bis  Note, 

He'd  ratber  be  a  slave, 
Nay,  wear  a  poor  and  tbread-bare  Coat, 

Than  be  counted  as  a  Knave. 

To  the  Tune  of,    The  Country  Farmer  [See  p.  531]. 

This  may  be  Printed  E,[ichard]  P[ocock]. 

NOw  Trading  is  dead,  I  resolve  to  contrive, 
And  study  some  calling  in  order  to  thrive, 
But  I  will  be  just  in  whatever  I  do, 
My  name  1  must  tell  you  is  honest  True  Blew  : 
Though  Fortune  does  oftentimes  smile  on  a  Knave, 
By  their  unjust  dealings  thev  do  get  and  save, 
But  honest  Plain-dealing  does  live  like  a  slave, 
While  Banting  brave  Utctors  goes  gallant  and  brave. 

At  first  I  considered  what  Trade  I  might  be, 

To  live  with  Plain-Dealing  without  Knavery, 

I  would  be  a  Brewer  at  first  I  did  think, 

And  then  to  be  sure  I  shall  never  want  drink  : 

But  straightways  I  thought  of  the  Brewers'  old  fault 

AVho  put  in  the  Water  and  left  out  the  Mault ; 

If  I  should  do  so,  and  make  pittiful  Beer, 

I  should  have  the  curse  of  the  Tinkers  I  fear.  1 6 

As  I  was  a  walking  along  very  sad, 

I  met  a  fine  Hostess  that  wanted  a  Lad, 

Her  words  were  so  winning,  I  could  do  no  less, 

But  go  along  with  her  to  tend  on  the  Guests. 

She  said,  "  When  you  wait  on  a  jolly  boon  crew, 

Each  Pot  as  you  draw,  then  be  sure  you  score  two," 

I  told  her  "False-dealing  now  never  would  do," 

'Twas  better  be  "  ragged  and  torn  and  true."  l 

1  These  word-;  recall  the  burden  and  title  of  an  excellent  ballad  by  Martin 
Parker,  reprinted  in  vol.  ii.  p.  409,  beginning,  "  lam  a  poor  man,  God  knows." 


True  Blew  the  Plowman.  533 

"  If  this  be  your  dealings  I  never  will  stay," 
Thought  I  then,  "  I'le  pack  up  my  awls  and  away," 
I  finding  by  this  how  the  current  did  run, 
Poor  men  by  those  Ale-wives  are  often  undone  : 
Wo  wonder  it  is  now  that  they  are  so  great, 
To  flourish  in  Silks  at  so  gallant  a  rate, 
'Tis  folly  that  makes  men  to  sell  their  Estate, 
While  Ale-wives  can  flourish  and  drink  in  their  plate.        32 

[Then  home  to  my  Father  I  went  again, 
And  of  my  hard  fortune  I  did  complain.]  l 
He  told  me  no  trouble  nor  cost  he'd  spare, 
Of  me  he  would  take  a  particular  care  : 
I  would  have  a  calling  without  all  deceit, 
But  with  such  a  one,  I  as  yet  could  not  meet ; 
My  Father  was  willing  my  joys  to  compleat, 
And  now  of  a  Taylor  I  mean  tor  to  treat. 

I  went  upon  liking  a  Taylor  to  be, 

And  now  I  will  tell  you  a  passage  I  see, 

One  brought  [to]  my  Master  some  cloath  for  a  cloak,      t' in-' 

And  he  at  his  cabbaging  had  a  good  stroak  : 

For  taking  his  Sheers  he  whipt  off  an  ell,  ['  Skiers.* 

And  straight  he  condemn'd  it,  and  sent  it  to  Hell,2 

Down  under  his  shop-board,  which  when  I  did  see, 

Thought  I  then  "  I'le  ne'r  be  Prentice  to  thee."  48 

A  lusty  brave  Miller  came  up  to  the  Town, 
And  I  as  a  Prentice  with  him  must  go  down, 
Thought  I,  "  With  an  honest  man  now  I  am  blest," 
But  soon  I  did  find  him  as  bad  as  the  rest : 
For  if  you'l  believe  me,  I  think  in  my  soul, 
He  had  a  great  Dish  was  as  big  as  a  bowl, 
And  there  was  old  taking  and  taking  of  Toul,3 
Thus  he  would  be  fishing  against  all  controul. 

Beside  he  was  counted  a  slippery  blade, 

And  fain  would  be  toying  with  every  Maid ; 

There  was  a  young  Lass,  and  her  name  it  was  Kate, 

With  whom  he  would  fain  have  bin  playing  the  mate : 

One  day  as  she  came  with  her  grist  to  the  mill, 

My  master  the  Miller  was  tempting  her  still, 

The  maiden  with  courage  catch' d  hold  of  his  ham, 

And  tumbled  him  headlong  into  the  Mill-dam.  64 


1  Two  lines  lost,  fifth  stanza :  we  recover  them  from  Earl  Crawford.  Cf.  p.  531. 

2  No  profanity  :  he  indicates  the  receptacle  under  the  shop-board  wherein  odd 
pieces  of  cloth  accumulate  for  future  use.     'Hell'  is  always  full,  of  cabbage. 

i  Taking  toll  like  Chaucer's  Miller  of  Trumpington.     '  Old'  =  continuous. 


534 


True  Blew  the  Plowman. 


It  hap'ned  to  be  the  lower-side  of  the  Mill,  [down-stream. 

liut  yet  he  lay  crying  and  calling  out  still ; 

I  could  not  tell  well  what  the  matter  might  be, 

And  therefore  to  him  I  did  run  hastily. 

Hut  when  in  the  River  I  did  him  find, 

Thought  I,  in  my  heart,  "  Thou  art  serv'd  in  thy  kind," 

And  thus  by  the  maiden  the  Miller  was  fool'd, 

For  then  in  the  river  his  courage  was  cool'd. 

Thought  I,  "  I  will  ne'r  be  a  slave  to  this  elf, 

For  fear  he  should  make  me  as  bad  as  himself, 

With  some  honest  Farmer  I'le  get  me  a  place,  iv-  infra- 

"Where  I  may  live  happy,  and  free  from  disgrace." 

And  thus  I  did  leave  the  old  Miller,  I'le  vow, 

Then  taking  my  self  to  tbe  Harroiv  and  Plow, 

'Tis  free  from  deceiving,  all  men  will  allow, 

I  labour  and  live  by  the  sweat  of  my  brow.  72 

[Printed  for  P.  Broolsby.     Two  woodcuts :  one  below,   the  other  on  p.   520  : 
see  Note  there.     Date,  as  licensed  by  K.P.,  1685-88.] 

he  took 

in 


*  * 

* 

service,  likely 


Alas  !  for  this  conscientious  inspector  of  moral  nuisances.  If  he  t( 
„„,  likely  enough,  with  the  '  Rich  Farmer '  whose  '  Ruine  '  is  chronicled  .. 
the  next  ballad  (Roxb.  Coll.,  II.  396),  the  scrupulous  lad  would  find  that  calling 
exposed  to  temptation  like  the  tailor's  and  miller's.  Another  ballad  is  "  A  Warning 
to  all  Corn-Hoarders,"  the  fate  of  Inglebred,  a  miserly  farmer, "  Good  people  all." 


535 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  396  ;  Huth,  II.  66  ;  Douce,  II.  186  verso  ;  Euing,  398.] 

Ci)e  i&tct)  faxmtv's  &ume ; 

M)o  murmureo  at  tf)t  pitntp  of  tfie  &ca$on$,  because 
ge  coufo  not  ssrll  Com  00  otac  a0  Stg  cofeetoug  Beats 
Delicto* 

To  the  Tune  of,  Why  are  my  Eyes  still  flowing,  As  it  is  play'd  on  the  Violin. 

[See  p.  536  for  Note.']    This  may  be  printed  R[ichard]  P[ocock]. 

A  "Wealthy  man,  a  Parmer,  who  had  of  Corn  great  store, 
Yet  he  was  cruel  always  to  the  poor ; 
And  as  the  truth  of  him  does  very  well  appear, 
He  thought  he  ne[ve]r  sold  his  Corn  too  dear ; 
As  to  the  Market  one  day  he  did  go, 

Finding  the  prices  of  corn  to  be  low,  [orig.  Prizes. 

Said  he,  "  Before  I  will  sell  ought  of  mine, 
I'le  carry  it  home  for  to  fatten  my  Swine. 

"  In  former  days,  as  I  can  make  it  well  appear, 
By  my  own  Farm  I  got  a  hundred  a  year  ; 
I  sold  for  ten  the  corn  that  will  not  now  fetch  five, 
Is  this  the  way  for  a  Farmer  to  thrive  ? 
Yet  I  will  now  sell  no  more  at  this  price, 
But  am  resolved  to  stay  for  a  Rise." 
Thus  he  resolved  to  board  up  his  store, 
That  he  might  then  make  a  prey  of  the  poor.  1 6 

Another  Farmer  likewise  then  was  standing  by, 
Who,  when  he  heard  him,  he  thus  did  reply ; 
"  You  have  a  Farm,  and  likewise  Land,  which  is  your  own, 
What  cause  have  you  then  to  make  this  sad  moan  ? 
I  that  have  nothing  but  what  I  do  Bent, 
With  years  of  plenty,  rejoyce  in  content : 
Give  Him  the  praise  who  such  plenty  does  send, 
Lest  when  you  murmur  you  highly  offend." 

Said  the  Miser,  "  What  tho'  I  have  got  house  and  land  ? 

Yet  I  would  have  you  now  well  understand, 

I  am  not  free  to  see  the  wasting  of  it  all, 

And  after  that  into  poverty  fall : 

Have  we  not  reason,  alas  !  to  complain, 

To  see  the  Cheapness  of  all  sorts  of  Grain  ? 

If  it  continue,  as  sure  as  the  Sun, 

I  shall  be  ruin'd  and  clearlv  undone."  32 


536  The  Rich  Far/tier's  Ruine. 

"  Aye !  but  neighbour,  pray  tell  me  wherefore  do  you  grieve  ? 

Does  not  a  plenty  the  poor  men  relieve  ? 

Here  do  I  find,  had  you  your  will  in  selling  Grain, 

Then  might  the  poor  soon  have  cause  to  complain : 

For  you  are  cruel,  most  harsh  and  severe, 

And  think  you  can  never  sell  it  too  dear." 
"  Why,"  says  the  other,  "what's  poor  men  to  me? 

I'le  keep  my  corn  till  one  peck  will  fetch  three." 

Then  home  he  went,  and  bitterly  he  did  repine, 

And  in  his  substance  he  soon  did  decline ; 

For  he  was  soon  as  poor  as  any  man  alive, 

For  after  this  he  by  no  means  could  thrive ; 

As  he  was  walking  one  day  round  his  ground, 

His  House  was  robb'd  of  five  hundred  pound  ; 

Yet  this  was  but  the  beginning  of  woe, 

For  in  two  years  he  was  brought  very  low.  48 

His  Corn  did  waste,  and  many  of  his  Cattle  dy'd, 
Also  great  losses  and  crosses  beside ; 

Both  house  and  land  through  perfect  need  at  length  he  sold, 
Nothing  but  Ruine  he  then  could  behold : 
Tho'  all  was  blasted  and  clearly  decay'd, 
Yet  none  would  pitty  him,  but  thus  they  said : 
"  Seeing  the  poor  he  did  thus  circumvent, 
This  is  no  more  than  a  just  Punishment." 

Like  one  forlorn  and  desolate,  he  then  did  roam, 

Having  no  dyet,  apparel,  or  Home, 

But  his  poor  life  he  ended,  lodging  in  a  barn  ; 

From  whence  all  covetous  Farmers  may  learn 

How  to  give  thanks  for  a  Plentiful  Year, 

And  not  to  murmur  that  Corn  is  not  dear  : 

For  those  that  shall  do  it  most  highly  offend : 

Think  of  this  Farmer's  Unprosperous  End.  64 

jftnts. 

Printed  for  I.  Back,  at  the  Black  Boy  on  London-Bridge,  near  the 

Br  aw  Bridge. 

[In  Black-letter.  Two  woodcuts :  1st,  resembling  tbe  Shepherd  on  p.  166,  Left ; 
but  with  cottages,  and  no  crook  at  the  end  of  his  staff ;  2nd,  a  group  of  figures, 
men,  women,  children,  on  the  ground.     Date,  1685-88.] 

The  tune  of  "  The  Kich  Farmer's  Ruine  "  is  named  from  a  ballad  beginning 
"  Why  are  my  eyes  still  flowing  ?  "  reprinted  in  Bagford  Ballads,  p.  89,  1877 


a 


a  ®roup  of 

JUcjenDarp  antr  3&omanttc  Balla&s 

jfrom  t&e  iRortmrgfjc  Collection. 


EDITED    AND   ANNOTATED 


BY 


JOSEPH  WOODFALL   EBSWORTH,  M.A.,  F.S.A. 


1  To  them  was  Life  a  simple  art 

Of  duties  to  be  done, 
A  game  where  each  man  took  his  part, 

A  race  where  all  must  run  ; 
A  battle  whose  great  scheme  and  scope 

They  little  cared  to  know. 
Content,  as  men-at-arms,  to  cope 

Each  with  his  fronting  foe, 

'  Man  now  his  virtue's  diadem 
Puts  on,  and  proudly  wears — 
Great  thoughts,  great  feelings,  came  to  them 

Like  instincts  unawares : 
Blending  their  souls'  subliraest  needs 

With  tasks  of  every  day, 
They  went  about  their  gravest  deeds 
As  noble  boys  at  play." 

— K.  M.  Milnes,  1846. 


HERTFORD: 

Printeti  fot  tfte  IMlaO  ^ocietp, 

BY    STEPHEN    AUSTIN    AND    SONS. 


1888. 


THIS     GROUP     OK 

Lcpntsarp  anD  IRomantic  T5allatJs, 

(Several  not  hitherto  Reprinted.) 

IS   DEDICATED 


to  a  true  kriend,  student  of  hlstory  and  lover  of 
Ballad  Literature, 


J,    H.    L.    DE  YAYNES, 


OF     UPDOWN,     THANET, 


Editor  of  'The  Kentish  Garland,'  1881-2: 
With  thanks  from  Fellow- Members  of  the  Ballad  Society. 


539 


Y  Friend,  whose  thirst  for  Ballad-lore 
Has  been  approved  this  many  a  year, 
Accept  from  me  one  Tribute  more, 
You,  who  my  '  Lyrics '  hail'd  of  yore  : 
Tribute  no  less  sincere. 

They  were  of  modern  growth,  to  fade, 

Like  wild-flowers  the  hot  hand  soon  kills ; 
Pluck' 'd  haply  where  few  feet  had  stray 'd, 
'Mid  moss-boled  trees  in  woodland  glade, 
Water' d  by  tinkling  rills. 

Whatever  charm  of  'freshen' 'd  hue 

Or  graceful  shape  they  hoped  to  bear, 
They  gain  from  praise  bestow' 'd  by  you  : 
Loyal  to  Church  and  Crown,  and  true 
To  those  who  Oak-leaves  wear. 

But  now  1 bring  no  Songs  of  mine, 

Save  this,  to  greet  your  willing  eye  ; 
From  Bards  of  a  far  earlier  line 
These  ball  ad- histories  L  entwine : 
You  will  not  cast  them  by. 

Legends  and  Love-tales  fanciful, 

That  cheered  the  ingle  nooks  of  old  ; 
When  wintry  skies  were  grey  and  dull, 
And  ghostly  memories  would  pull 

The  trailing  garment's  fold. 

Stories  that  oft  dnw  smile  or  tear, 

To  harm  no  listening  maid  or  youth  ; 
Of  warnings  breath' 'd  by  mystic  Seer, 
Slain  lovers  borne  on  rustic  bier, 

Or  scorn  that  turn'd  to  ruth. 

When  Barons'  halls  were  gay  with  song 

Of  Minstrels  plying  harp  and  voice, 
Men  gladly  heard — nor  deem'd  too  long — 
These  tales  of 'crush 'd  oppressors' -wrong, 
That  made  their  hearts  rejoice. 


540 

For  wholesome  faith  in  Him  Who  rules 

Giiided  the  teaching  of  their  day  ; 
They  had  not  learnt  in  hopeless  schools 
The  doctrine  of  our  knaves  and  fools, 
Who  neither  love  nor  pray  : 

They  welcomed  sunshine  on  their  path, 

They  bravely  faced  the  chilliest  blast ; 
Staunch  upright  men,  whom  England  hath 
Found  prompt  to  curb  th'  Invaders'  wrath, 
In  many  a  peril  past. 

We,  also,  in  our  later  times, 

Uncofiquer'd  yet  by  gloom  or  cold, 
Find  pleasure  in  these  ancient  rhymes  ; 
Such  as  give  joy  in  other  climes  : 

More  loved  because  they're  old, 

Where  e'er  our  Empire  fronts  her  fate  ; 

Whether  beyond  the  Atlantic  wave, 
Or  where  that  loyal  burst  of  late 
Spoke  Australasia's  heart  elate, 

Ready  and  firm  and  brave  ; 

Wherever  English  speech  may  sound, 

Even  though  our  little  Isle  be  dumb, 
There,  doubt  not,  in  the  Earth's  wide  round, 
These  Ballads  old  shall  long  be  found : 
Welcome  to  them  must  come. 

So  let  me  link  with  them  your  name, 

For  sweeter  then  may  seem  their  strains  ; 
They  wear  no  vulgar  smirch  of  shame, 
Though  rough  and  crude  :  sufficient  fame 
If  prized  by  thee,  De  Vaynes. 

J.  WOODFALL  EBSWORTH. 


16,  xi.  1887. 


a  ©roup  of 


iUgcnUarp  ants  IRomantic  Lallans. 


Cl)e  dSreefts'  anD  Trojans'  KHarflu 

' '  As  one  that  for  a  weary  space  has  lain 

Lull'd  by  the  song  of  Circe  and  her  wine 

In  gardens  near  the  pale  of  Proserpine, 
Where  that  JEaean  isle  forgets  the  main, 
And  only  the  low  lutes  of  love  complain, 

And  only  shadows  of  wan  lovers  pine, 

As  such  an  one  were  glad  to  know  the  brine 
Salt  on  his  lips,  and  the  large  air  again, — 
So  gladly,  from  the  songs  of  modern  speech 

Men  turn,  and  see  the  stars,  and  feel  the  free 
Shrill  wind  beyond  the  close  of  heavy  flowers, 
And  through  the  music  of  the  languid  hours, 
They  hear  like  ocean  on  a  western  beach 

The  surge  and  thunder  of  the  Odyssey." 

— Andreiv  Lang. 

F  THE  ENSUING  BALLAD,  AS  OF  SOME 

others  in  thisGr oup," Legendary and  Romantic,''1 
the  rarity  is  great :  we  know  only  three 
exemplars,  the  Roxburghe,  the  Douce,  and  the 
Rawlinson.  It  appears  to  have  never  hitherto 
heen  reprinted,  and  therefore  it  is  the  more 
fitting  to  open  our  Group,  with  its  striking 
chief  woodcut,  originally  from  some  untraced 
book.  The  cut  fell  into  the  hands  of  Thomas 
Symcocke,  and  perished  in  the  Great  Fire  of 
1666. 

It  is  unnecessary  and  inexpedient,  in  our  limited  space,  to  enter 
fully  into  the  subject  of  the  Ten  Years'  War  and  Siege  of  Troy ;  on 
which  also  are  several  other  consecutive  ballads,  celebrating  the 
"  Wandering  Prince  of  Troy,"  the  so-called  "  Pious  ^neas,"  Dido 
Queen  of  Carthage's  fickle  lover ;  with  separate  Praise  of  Penelope, 
the  lady  of  the  web,  whose  cupboard- lovers  found  un  mauvais  quart 
dlieure,  when  the  husband  Odysseus  returned  home  unexpectedly 
to  his  Ionian  isle ;  as  Lambro  the  sea-solicitor  did  to  his  daughter 
Haydee  on  her  island  of  the  Cyclades.  The  lovers  of  the  Hellespont 
have  two  ballads  devoted  to  their  woes,  their  meetings  and  their 
hapless  fate.  These  are  the  only  Grecian  legends  in  our  Group, 
which  holds  the  "  Roman  Wife,"  but  is  otherwise  confined  to  early 
and  apocryphal  British  history  or  more  modern  romance. 


542  The  Greeks   and  Trojans    Wars. 

To  Humphrey  Crouch,  author  of  this  ballad  (probably  the  father 
of  John  Crouch,  an  almost  contemporary  elegiac  poet,  who  survived 
to  -write  in  May,  1681),  we  are  indebted  for  several  other  ballads, 
already  reprinted  from  the  Roxburghe  Collection  (Vol.  I.  158  ;  I. 
264;  and  II.  362),  viz.  'The  Industrious  Smith,'  =  "  There  was  a 
poor  Smith,"  circa  1635  {Roxb.  Ballads,  i.  pp.  469-474);  and 
'The  Mad-Man's  Morrice '  =  "  Heard  you  not  lately  of  a  man" 
{Ibid.,  ii.  pp.  154-158),  which  is  also  in  Merry  Drollery,  1661,  i. 
169,  and  Merry  Drollery  Compleat,  1670  and  1694,  p.  178.  On 
a  subsequent  page  of  the  present  volume  we  reprint  his  ballad  of 
"Hero  and  Leander,"  beginning  "How  fares  my  fair  Leantier?" 
(Roxb.  Coll.,  III.  150  and  478),  and  a  fragment  of  his  prose 
account  of  "Guy,  Earl  of  Warwick,"  1655  {Ibid.,  III.  218), 
accompanying  the  ballad  on  that  warrior,  159J  {Ibid.,  III.  50  and 
708).  That  Crouch  was  popular  among  the  prentices  and  humbler 
citizens  (if  any  citizens  could  be  considered  humble  during  the 
contentious  intolerance  of  Civil- War  times  when  our  Humphrey 
flourished)  is  certified  by  the  great  sale  of  his  cheap  writings, 
many  a  time  re-issued.  He  had  a  certain  rough  and  ready  manner, 
suited  for  Chap-book  literature,  in  which  his  Love's  Court  of  Con- 
science, 1637,  The  Distressed  Welshman,  Welch  Traveller,  Tom  Tram, 
England's  Jests  liejined  were  esteemed  '  hugely.'  He  is  believed  to 
have  been  '  the  moderniser  of  The  History  of  Tom  Thumb,''  accord- 
ing to  W.  C.  Hazlitt,  who  reprinted  the  original  Tom  Thumbe,  His 
Life  and  Death,  1630,  in  John  Russell  Smith's  Library  of  Old 
Authors,  the  second  vol.  of  Remains  of  the  Early  Popular  Poetry 
of  England,  p.  175  (as  Joseph  Ritson  had  done  in  his  Pieces  of 
Ancient  Popular  Poetry,  1791,  pp.  93-113);  and  added,  on  pp. 
192-250,  The  History  of  Tom  Thumb,  in  three  parts,  the  extended 
version  attributed  to  Humphrey  Crouch.  To  him  is  also  assigned, 
on  credit  simply  of  initials  (which  might  as  well  refer  to  Hugh 
Crompton,  whose  portrait  is  in  Pier  ides,  1658),  "An  Elegie  sacred 
to  the  Memory  of  Sir  Edmundbury  Godfrey,"  1678 :  unlikely  to  be  his. 

The  tune  of  Crouch's  "  Greeks  and  Trojan  Wars  "  is  marked  as 
The  Conscionable  Caveat.  We  have  met  with  no  ballad  of  this 
name:  the  one  entitled  "A  Conscionable  Couple,"  beginning  "This 
doth  make  the  world  to  wonder  "  (reprinted  in  Roxb.  Ballads,  vol.  iii. 
p.  561,  from  Roxb.  Coll.,  II.  66),  is  in  different  metre,  and  to  the 
tune  of  The  Faithful  Friend.  But  we  venture  to  assert  our  belief, 
that  the  missing  "Conscionable  Caveat"  ballad  began  with  the  line 
"Young  man,  remember  delights  are  but  vain;"  the  same  tune 
being  used  for  his  "  Industrious  Smith,"  already  mentioned  above 
as  reprinted,  ii.  469 

The  ensuing  ballad  is  on  the  subject  of  Achilles  and  his  faulty 
relations  with  Deidamia.     (Compare  Note  on  p.  544.) 


543 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  158;  Rawlinson,  184  ;  Douce,  III.  27  verso.] 

C|)e  Wrecks'  anti  Crojans'  WLuvs. 

Cursed  by  tbat  wanton  Knight,  Sir  Paris, 
Who  ravishes  Mel/en  and  her  to  Trot/  carries  ; 
The  Greeks  in  revenge  (and  to  fetch  her  again) 
A  mighty  great  army  do  quickly  ordain  : 
Imagine  you  see  them  besieging  old  Troy, 
Which  alter  ten  years  they  at  th'  last  destroy. 

Tune  is,  A  Conscionable  Caviat  [sic.  see  p.  542]. 


544  The  Greek*  and  Trojan?  Wars. 


0' 


^F  Greece  and  Troy  I  shall  you  tell, 
What  cruel  wars  betwixt  them  fell, 
Paris  he  was  Author  of  the  same, 
For  plundering  of  the  Grecian  Dame, 
He  ravish'd  her  and  he  brought  her  unto  Troy  : 

this  you  know, 
But  that  short  measure  of  fond  pleasure 

Caus'd  great  muni's  overthrow.  8 

For  when  the  Grecians  heard  the  same, 
Their  hearts  with  ire  began  to  flame, 
They  counsel  took  and  did  decree 
To  raise  an  Army  speedily, 
To  fetch  that  piece,  fair  Hellen  of  Greece, 

back  again, 
Or  else  the  gallant  Grecians  valiant 

By  the  Trojans  must  be  slain.  10 

Achilles  he  was  in  disguise, 
When  first  he  heard  of  this  enterprize, 
He  Lady-like  with  a  Lady  lay,1 
Until  her  [passion]  did  them  both  bewray  ; 
"  Away,  fond  Lass,  for  I  from  hence  must  pass 
unto  Troy  !  " 
But  her  note  still  is,  "  Dear  Achilles, 

Stay  with  me,  my  only  Joy !  24 

"  Wilt  thou  be  gone  and  leave  me  so, 
Unto  the  Trojans'  wars  to  go  ? 
If  thou  with  me  wilt  stay  behind, 
Here  thou  shalt  entertainment  finde." 
"Fond  fool,  avoid,  for  I  must  be  imploy'd, 
out  of  hand  ; 
For  the  inraged  Greeks  ingaged 

All  march  under  my  command."  32 

"  My  dear  Achilles,''''  then  said  she, 

"  Alas  !  what  shall  become  of  me  ? 
My  heart  thy  love  't  hath  set  on  fire, 
I  gave  to  thee  what  thou  didst  desire." 


1  Deidamia  was  the  lady  in  question.  Thetis,  to  keep  her  own  son  Achilles 
from  going  to  Troy,  where  she  foresaw  he  would  be  slain,  had  concealed  him 
disguised  in  feminine  attire  among  the  women  at  the  court  of  Lycomedes.  He 
debauched  Deidamia,  and  the  fruit  of  this  dishonourable  imprudence  was  her 
disgrace  and  the  birth  of  Pyrrhus,  who  became  king  of  Epirus.  Homer  avoids 
this  scandal.     (See  Pausanias,  and  John  Gay's  Opera  of  Achilles,  1733.) 


The  Greeks'  and  Trojans'  Wars.  545 

"  'Vaunt,  foolish  girle !  bright  honour  is  the  pearl 
I  must  seek : 
Wanton  courting,  idle  sporting, 

Pits  not  now  a  valiant  Greek.1"  40 

"  Thou  knowest,  sweet-heart.  I  am  with  child, 
Thy  flattering  tongue  hath  me  beguil'd ; 
"Why  then  from  me  wilt  thou  depart, 
And  leave  my  breast  without  a  heart  ?  " 
"  Cease  complement,  for  now  my  mind  is  bent 
other  waies ; 
Such  injoyment  is  imployment, 

Fit  for  idle  peaceful  daies.  48 

3Tftc  Second  Part,  to  the  same  Tune. 

"  Ulisses  would  seem  mad  'cause  he 
Would  stay  with  his  Penelope  ; 
But  no  illusions  must  take  place, 
Though  millions  dye  for  one  fair  face,1 
It  shall  be  seen  their  Lacedemon's  Queen, 

whom  that  Boy 
Violated,  shall  be  rated 

At  the  price  of  Greece  or  Troy."  56 

"  If  Sir,"  saith  she,  "  one  face  hath  force 
To  raise  so  many  foot  and  horse, 
Why  may  not  mine,  prais'd  oft  by  you, 
Have  power  to  keep  what  is  my  due?  " 
"  Plead  not  thy  face,  there's  difference  in  the  case, 
very  great : 
Our  monar'chal  light  were  dark  all 

Should  we  wink  at  this  defeat."  64 


1  Compare  the  Clown's  mocking  song,  on  Helen  of  Greece,  in  AW 8  Well  that 
Ends  Well,  Act  i.  sc.  3  : — 


'» 


"  Was  this  fair  face  the  cause,  quoth  she, 
Why  the  Grecians  sacked  Troy  ? 
Fond  done,  done  fond  !  [bis] 
Was  this  king  Priam's  joy? 

' '  With  that  she  sighed  as  she  stood  [bis] 
And  gave  this  sentence  then  ; 
Among  nine  bad  if  one  be  good  [bis] 
There's  yet  one  good  in  ten." 

See  also  scene  fourteen  of  Marlow's  Br.  Faustus,  before  1593  : — ■ 

"  Was  this  the  face  that  launch'd  a  thousand  ships 
And  burnt  the  topless  towers  of  Ilium  ? 
Sweet  Helen,  make  me  immortal  with  a  kiss  ! 
Her  lips  suck  forth  my  soul,"  etc.     [Compare  Note,  p.  556.] 
VOL.  vi.  2   N 


546  The  Greeks  and  Trojans'  Wars. 

Let  noble  Britains  not  ice  take 
Of  this  allusion  which   I'le  make; 
Imagine  all  the  power  of  Greece, 
To  fetch  great  Agamemnon's  Niece, 
Are  sacking  Troy,  which  they  at  last  destroy 

utterly  ; 
They  will  fetch  her,  from  her  Letcher, 

By  all  this  extremity.  7:2 

Ireland  is  our  Hellen  fair, 
Kavish'd  from  us  through  want  of  care 
The  Paris  that  hath  done  this  rape 
Is  fond  security  (that  ape  !) 
As  now  you  hear,  Achilles  with  his  Dear 

Will  not  stay ; 
Tf  Mars  summon,  no  fond  woman 

Can  a  Souldier's  soul  betray.  80 

So  let  brave  English  Souldiers  seek 
For  president  that  gallant  Greek  :  \.Le-  precedent. 

Let's  leave  our  toies,  which  slaves  retard, 
And  to  our  honour  have  regard  : 
Ireland  doth  shake  our  honour  at  the  stake, 

lies  ingaged. 
'Tis  our  Hellen,  stoln  by  villain  : 

Fall  on  him  like  Greeks  inraged.  88 

Let  all  home-bred  strife  alone, 
And  as  the  Greeks  all  joyn'd  in  one 
Their  loss  and  honour  to  repair, 
Let  their  example  be  our  care, 
And  never  leave,  until  that  we  receive 

for  our  pains 
Death  or  honour  :  when  w'  have  won  her, 

We  shall  find  sufficient  gains.  96 

Jim's.  H[umfrey]  C[rouch]. 

London,  Printed  for  F.  Grove. 

[In  Black-letter.     Four  woodcuts :  1st,  the  aimed  warrior  of  p.  566 ;  2nd,  the 
Lady  of  p.  171,  11. ;   3rd  is  on  p.  543.     Date,  circa  1640.] 

The  Rawlinson  copy  was  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T[/wmas)  Ve  [sic,  for  Yere, 
John']  Wright,  and  /.  Clarke.  Douce.  Book  III.  27  verso,  has  London,  hut 
n.p.n.,  "New  Tune,"  and  the  title  of  this  modern  copy  runs  "An  excellent  new 
Ballad  of  fair  Hellen  of  Greece,  and  Paris,  Prince  of  Troy,"  etc.     Date,  c.  1641.] 

***  Our  final  three  or  four  stanzas  form  political  landmarks  in  Charles  I.'s 
r>  ign.  Crouch  perverted  his  theme,  in  order  to  secure  attention  by  referring  to 
that  always-discontented  Ireland,  alike  the  Jonah  and  the  evil-genius  of  Britain. 


547 


€{je  (EOanticrmfj  prince  of  Crop,  or  Cluccn  Dino» 


B 


"  When  Dido  found  that  JEneas  would  not  come, 
She  mourn' d  in  silence,  and  was  di  do  dum." 

— Porson  :  Facetia  cant  at. 


>Y  both  these  names  was  the  ballad  popularly  known,  "  iEneas, 
the  wandering  Prince  of  Troy "  (as  in  the  seventh  line),  and 
"  Queen  Dido  ;  "  while  Troy  Town  was  an  additional  title  for  the  tune. 
Although  we  find  entered  in  the  Stationers'  Registers,  on  8th 
June,  1603,  our  'ballade,'  to  Edward  Aldee,  "The  Wandringe 
Prince  of  Troy,"  Book  C,  fol.  96  verso  [Transcript,  iii.  p.  236), 
there  is  no  earlier  copy  known  to  be  extant  than  John  Wright's, 
circa  1620,  and  a  later  one  of  Clarke,  Thackeray,  and  Passinger, 
after  the  Restoration  of  1660  (Pepys  Coll.,  I.  84  and  48). 

Probably  this  ballad-tune  is  the  same  as  that  of  "  Diana  and  her 
Darlings  dear''''  (a  ballad  already  reprinted  in  vol.  ii.  p.  520:  vide 
post  and  index).  The  music  is  given  in  Mr.  Wm.  Chappell's 
Popular  Music,  p.  372,  with  the  whole  of  our  ballad,  quotations 
from  The  Penniless  Parliament  of  thread-bare  Poets,  1608;  from 
James  Fletcher's  The  Captain,  act  iii.  3,  and  Bonduca,  i.  2 ;  with 
Sir  Robert  Howard's  Poems  and  Essays,  1673.  Also  an  incomplete 
list  of  ballads  sung  to  the  tune,  including  The  Roxburghe  Ballads, 
11  When  God  had  taken  for  our  sins,"  and  "  You  that  have  lost 
your  former  joys  "  (respectively  reprinted  in  vol.  i.  p.  288,  "The 
Duchess  of  Suffolk's  Calamity,"  and  ii.  454,  "  The  Spanish 
Tragedy  "  of  '  haplesse  Hieronimo,'  the  subject  of  Kyd's  drama). 
We  print  two  other  ballads  to  the  same  tune,  "A  Looking-Glass 
for  Ladies,"  Penelope  (on  p.  553),  and  "  Lord  Wigmore,"  post. 

In  the  Additional  MS.  No.  27,879,  page  515  (=iii.  502  of  1868, 
i.e.  the  Bishop  Pcrcifs  Folio  Manuscript),  is  a  print  of  "  Queene 
Dido,"  agreeing  with  that  on  our  pages.  We  cannot  claim  poetic 
grace  or  pathos  for  the  ballad.  But  it  was  a  favourite  with  the 
populace  in  the  17th,  18th  and  19th  centuries.     It  had  'a  story.' 

Most  of  the  ballads  in  this  "  Legendary  and  Romantic  Group  " 
have  a  fullness  of  incident,  in  contrast  to  the  commonplace  sentiment 
and  emotionalism  characterising  the  oi'dinary  ephemeral  broadsides — 
at  least,  those  which  are  not  coarse  and  broad  in  humour,  dear  to 
the  lower-class  readers.  It  was  unkind  and  irreverent  of  Charles 
Cotton  to  make  Dido  kill  herself  sus  per  col.   (Scarronides,  Book  iv.) 

"With  what  natural  aud  affecting  simplicity  our  ancient  ballad-maker  has 
engrafted  a  Gothic  conclusion  on  the  Classic  story  of  Virgil,  from  whom,  however, 
it  is  probable  he  had  it  not.  Nor  can  it  be  denied,  but  he  has  dealt  out  his 
poetical  justice  with  a  more  impartial  hand  than  that  celebrated  poet." — Dr. 
Percy,  Reliques  of  Ancient  English  Poetry,  2nd  edition,  iii.  193,  1767. 

Ovid's  Fasti,  Book  3,  tells  of  Dido's  Ghost  appearing  to  her  sister  Anna  : 
' '  Nox  erat :  ante  torum  visa  est  adstare  sororis 
Squalenti  Lido  sanguinolenta  coma, 
Et  '  Fuge  ne  dubita,  nicestum  fuge,'  dicere,  'tectum.'  "  621 


W] 


548 

•[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  43,  730;  C.  20,  f.  14,  art.  21  ;  Bagford,  II.  10  ; 
Euing,  87,  8S ;  Jersey,  II.  314;  Pepys,  I.  84,  548;  Douce,  III.  102  verso. 
IV.  35.] 

0  proper  ncto  l!5allao,  tuttrulro 

Ci)e  amanDmng  i&rince  of  Crop. 

The  Tune  is,   Queen  Dido.     [See  p.  447.] 

"Hen  Troy  Town  for  ten  years'  warrs 
Withstood  the  Greeks  in  manfull  wise, 
Then  did  their  foes  increase  so  fast, 
That  to  resist  none  could  suffice  ; 

Waste  lye  those  walls  that  were  so  good, 
And  Corn  now  grows  where  Troy  Town  stood. 

JEneas,  wand'ring  Prince  of  Troy, 

When  he  for  land  long  time  had  sought, 
At  length,  arrived  with  great  joy, 

To  mighty  Carthage  walls  was  brought, 

Where  Dido  's  Queen,  with  sumptuous  Feast, 

Did  entertain  this  wand'ring  guest.  1 2 

And  as  in  hall  at  meat  they  sate, 

The  Queen  desirous  news  to  hear, 
"  Of  thy  unhappy  ten  years'  warrs 
Declare  to  me,  thou  Trojan  dear, 
The  heavy  hap  and  chance  so  bad 
That  thou,  poore  wand'ring  Prince,  hast  had." 

And  then  anon  this  worthy  Knight  [«*•  lect->  comely. 

With  words  demure,  as  he  could  well, 
Of  his  unhappy  ten  years'  warrs 
So  true  a  tale  began  to  tell, 

With  words  so  sweet,  and  sighs  so  deep, 

That  oft  he  made  them  all  to  weep.  24 

And  then  a  thousand  sighs  he  fetcht, 

And  every  sigh  brought  tears  amain, 
That  where  he  sate  the  place  was  wet, 
As  if  he  had  seen  those  wars  again. 
So  that  the  Queen  with  ruth  therefore, 
Said,  "  Worthy  Prince,  enough  !  no  more." 

The  darksome  night  apace  grew  on,  [«• 1->  drew  on. 

And  twinkling  stars  i'  th'  skys  were  spread,  tin  skJ"es* 

And  he  his  dolefull  Tale  had  told, 
As  every  one  lay  in  his  bed  : 

Where  they  full  sweetly  took  their  rest, 

Save  only  Dido's  boylling  brest.  36 


\_2Eneas,~]  the  Wandering  Prince  of  Troy.  549 

This  silly  woman  never  slept, 

But  in  her  chamber  all  alone 
As  one  unhappy  always  kept,  La'-  wt'in- 

Unto  the  walls  she  made  her  moan  :  [And  l0- 

That  she  should  still  desire  in  vaine 
The  thing  that  she  could  not  obtain. 

And  thus  in  grief  she  spent  the  night, 

Till  twinkling  stars  from  skys  were  fled  ; 
And  Phoebus  with  his  glist'ring  beams 
Through  misty  clouds  appeared  red. 
Then  tydings  came  to  her  anon 
That  all  the  Trojan  ships  were  gone  :  48 

And  then  the  Queen,  with  bloody  knife, 
Did  arm  :  her  heart  as  hard  as  stone  : 
Yet  some-what  loath  to  loose  her  life, 

In  wofull  case  she  made  her  moan,  [«•*•  woeful  wise. 

And  rowling  on  her  care-full  bed, 
With  sighs  and  sobs,  these  words  she  said. 

"  0  wretched  Dido,  Queen  !  "  quoth  she, 

I  see  thy  end  approaching  neer,  ["•*■  approacheth. 

For  he  is  gone  away  from  thee, 

Whom  thou  did'st  love  and  hold  so  dear  : 
Is  he  then  gone,  and  passed  by  ? 
O  heart,  prepare  thy  selfe  to  dye  !  60 

"  Though  reason  would  thou  should'st  forbear, 

To  stop  thy  hand  from  bloody  stroke, 
Yet  fancy  said  thou  should'st  not  fear,  [sayes. 

Who  fettered  thee  in  Cupid's  yoke  : 

Come,  Death,"  quoth  she,  "  and  end  the  smart !  " 
And  with  those  words  she  pierc'd  her  heart. 

[2Thc  Scconti  Part,  to  the  same  Tune.] 

When  Death  had  pierc'd  the  tender  heart 

Of  Dido,  Carthagenian  Queen, 
And  bloody  knife  did  end  the  smart 
Which  she  sustain'd  in  wofull  teene, 
JEneas  being  shipt  and  gone, 
Whose  flattery  caused  all  her  moan  :  72 

Her  Punerall  most  costly  made, 

And  all  things  finisht  mournfully, 
Her  body  fine  in  mould  was  laid, 
Where  it  consumed  speedily. 

Her  Sister's  tears  her  Tomb  bestrew'd, 
Her  subjects'  grief  their  kindnesse  shew'cl. 


550  \_2Enca$,~\  the  Wandering  Prince  of  Troy. 

Then  was  JEneas  in  an  Isle, 

In  Grecia,  where  he  liv'd  long  space, 
Whereas  her  Sister  in  short  while 

Wrote  to  him  to  his  foule  disgrace  :  [«'• lecl-  vile- 

In  phrase  of  letters  to  her  mind, 
She  told  him  plain  he  was  unkind.  84 

•'  False-hearted  wretch,"  quoth  she,  "thou  art, 

And  trayterously  thou  hast  betray'd  [«•'■  treacherously. 

Unto  thy  lure  a  gentle  heart, 

Which  unto  thee  such  welcome  made  ; 
My  Sister  dear,  and  Carthage  joy, 
Whose  folly  wrought  her  dire  annoy. 

"  Yet  on  her  death -bed  when  she  lay 

She  pray'd  for  thy  prosperity, 
Beseeching  God  that  every  day 
Might  breed  the[e]  great  felicity  : 
Thus  by  thy  meanes  I  lost  a  friend  ; 
Heaven  send  thee  such  untimely  end !  "  96 

When  he  these  lines,  full  fraught  with  gall, 

Perused  had,  and  weigh'd  them  right, 
His  lofty  courage  then  did  fall, 
And  straight  appeared  in  his  sight 

Queen  Dido's  Ghost,  both  grim  and  pale, 
Which  made  this  valiant  Souldier  quail. 

"  JEneas,"  quoth  this  grisly  Ghost,  [«•'■  ghastly. 

"  My  whole  delight  while  I  did  live  ; 
Thee  of  all  men  I  loved  most, 
My  fancy  and  my  will  did  give : 
For  entertainment  I  thee  gave, 
Unthankfully  thou  digg'dst  my  Grave,  108 

"  Wherefore  prepare  thy  fleeting  Soule 

To  wander  with  me  in  the  ayre, 
Where  deadly  grief  shall  make  it  howle, 
Because  of  me  thou  took'st  no  care. 
Delay  no  time  !  thy  glass  is  run, 
Thy  date  is  past,  and  Death  is  come." 

"  0  stay  awhile,  thou  lovely  spright !  [&neas  replies. 

Be  not  so  hasty  to  convey 
My  soul  into  eternall  night, 

Where  it  shall  nere  behold  bright  clay  : 
0  do  not  frown  !  thy  angry  look 
Hath  made  my  breath  my  life  forsooke.  120 


\_JEnea&,~\  the  Wandering  Prince  of  Troy. 


551 


"  But  woe  is  me,  it  is  in  vain,  [«'•  feet.,  all  is  in  vain. 

And  bootlesse  is  my  clismall  cry  ; 
Time  will  not  be  recal'd  again, 

Nor  thou  surcease  before  1  dye  : 

0  let  me  live,  to  make  amends 

Unto  some  of  thy  dearest  friends  !  i>xt>  "my-" 

"  But  feeling  thou  obdurate  art, 

And  wilt  no  pity  to  me  show, 
Because  from  thee  I  did  depart, 

And  left  unpaid  what  I  did  owe, 

1  must  content  my  selfe  to  take 

What  lot  thou  wilt  with  me  partake."  132 

And  like  one  being  in  a  Trance, 

A  multitude  of  ugly  fiends 
About  this  wofull  Prince  did  dance, 
No  help  he  had  of  any  friends  : 
His  body  then  they  tooke  away, 
And  no  man  knew  his  dying  day. 

Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  and  W.  Gilbertson. 

[The  Bag-ford  copy  was  licensed  and  entred  according  to  Order:  London,  printed 
by  and  for  W\m~\.  0\nley\  and  sold  by  the  Booksellers  of  Pye-corner  and 
London-Bridge.  Euing,  87,  for  Coles,  Vere,  and  J.  Wright;  Ibid.,  88,  by 
and  for  A.  Milbourne,  in  white-letter.  2nd  Boxb.,  is  of  Aldermary  Church- 
yard ;  Pepys,  I.  84,  for  John  Wright  ;  Ibid.,  I.  548,  for  Clark,  Thackeray, 
and  Passuiger  (Cf.  p.  547).  In  Black-letter.  Three  woodcuts  :  1st,  a  small 
fragment  of  procession  at  opening  of  Parliament,  1640,  King  Charles  I.  on 
horseback;  2nd,  the  Turkish  ship  (like  one  below),  also  belonging  to  Captain 
Ward  pamphlet,  mentioned  on  p.  410  ante;  3rd,  new  cut  of  the  burning  city, 
meant  to  represent  destruction  of  Troy,  with  a  Knight  and  Lady.  2nd  Box- 
burghe  has  only  one  woodcut,  across  both  columns  :  of  Dido  meeting  iEneas 
on  the  sea-shore.  Date  of  re-moulding,  May,  1603.  An  original  issue, 
1564-5,  of  "  A  ballett  intituled  The  Wanderynge  Prynce,'"  entered  to'T.  Colwell, 
in  Stationers'  Begisters  {Transcript  I.  270),  was  probably  distinct  from  ours.] 


[This  cut  belonged  to  John  Taylor's  Praise  of  Eempseed,  1620.] 


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552 


Constant  Penelope:  21  SLookhuj-flilass  for  ILabi'eg. 

"  From  night  to  morn  I  take  my  glass, 
In  hope  to  forget  my  Chloe." — Old  Song. 


XEMPLARY  people,  of  unassailable  moral  propriety,  are  unfortunately 
addicted  to  make  their  possession  of  all  the  cardinal  virtues  a  public  and  private 
nuisance,  by  pharasaical  sell-proclamation  and  obtrusiveness.  It  need  not  be 
wondered  at  that  good-tempered,  easy-going  sinners  give  them  a  wide  berth  ;  not 
having  Bensonian  ethics  laid  to  heart  as  regulating  their  choice  and  affections. 
To  find  "  Constant  Penelope  "  held  aloft  throughout  the  ages,  as  a  model  for 
imitation,  "  A  Looking  Glass  for  Ladies,"  when  addicted  to  taking  a  glass  at  odd 
moments,  must  be  as  trying  an  ordeal  to  the  bewitching  but  worryingly  incom- 
prehensible sex,  as  it  was  for  the  proverbial  ostracizer  in  Athens,  whose  sole 
objection  to  his  guide,  philosopher  and  friend,  at  voting-time  with  the  shard,  was 
that  he  was  weary  of  hearing  him  called  "  Aristides  the  Just." 

Headers  who  have  lost  confidence  in  "pious  vEneas,"  as  we  have  in  most 
demonstratively  pious  hypocrites  from  the  Puritans  upward  (there  is  no  going 
downward  to  a  deeper  deep  than  those  gentry 1 ,  will  be  glad  to  resume  acquaintance 
with  the  much  nobler  "wandering  Prince"  Odysseus,  "he  the  wise  and  good 
Ulysses,  kept  from  Ithaca  so  long."  We  see  his  impress  on  his  Penny  (unknown 
to  numismatical  classic-coin  collectors),  the  girl  he  left  behind  him,  and  whom  he 
found  still  desirable  but  somewhat  the  worse  for  un-wear  at  his  return.  "  Match' d 
with  an  aged  wife,"  Tennyson  showed  him,  when  the  old  insatiable  longing  had 
recaptured  him,  and  tempted  him  "  to  sail  beyond  the  sunset,  and  the  baths,  of 
all  the  western  stars  until  he  die."  Although  there  are  extant  three  copies, 
distinct  publications  of  our  ballad,  which  is  above  the  average  of  merit,  it  is 
remarkable  that  it  appears  to  have  been  never  reprinted  in  modern  time,  except 
in  Percy's  Redques,  Book  iii.  of  third  vol.,  1765,  etc. 

AVe  must  not  quit  Troy  Toirn  memories,  or  '  Dido  Dumb,'  or  '  Pious  JEneas'! 
(so  named  from  his  filial  attention  to  Auchises,  beside  his  supposed  obedience  to 
the  Gods  :  paying  his  own  expenses  and  taking  his  pleasure  by  the  way,)  without 
giving  a  ballad  that  was  sung  so  early  as  1618  ;  and  quoted  by  Humfrey  Crouch, 
1637,  in  his  Love's  Court  of  Conscience  (cf.  p.  543) ;  music  in  Pills,  vi.  192  : — 

2Tfje  Sonet  of  Dioo  ano  leneas. 

"  Dido  was  a  Carthnge  Queen,  and  loved  a  Troian  Knight,  [«•'•  When  D. 

"Which  wand'ring  many  a  coast  had  seen,  and  many  a  dreadful  fight ; 
As  they  a  hunting  rode,  a  showre  drove  them  in  a  lucklesse  hour 

Into  a  darksome  Cave, 
Where  sEneas,  with  his  charms,  lockt  Queene  Dido  in  his  arms, 

And  had  what  he  would  crave. 

"  Dido  Hymen's  rites  forgot,  her  love  was  wing'd  with  haste  ; 
Her  honour  she  regarded  not,  but  in  her  brest  him  plac't. 
And  when  her  love  was  new  begun,  Jove  sent  down  his  winged  sonne 

To  fright  JEneas''  sleeping. 
Who  bade  him  by  [the]  break  of  day  from  Queen  Dido  steale  away, 

Which  made  her  fall  a  weeping. 

Dido  wept,  but  what  of  this  ?  the  Gods  would  have  it  so : 

JEneas  nothing  did  amisse,  for  he  was  forc't  to  go. 

Learn,  Lordlings,  then  no  vows  to  keep  with  false  loves,  but  let  them  weep ; 

'  lis  folly  to  be  true. 
Let  this  lesson  serve  your  turn,  and  let  twenty  Didoes  mourn, 

So  vou  ?et  dailv  new." 


553 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  p.  284;  Rawlinson,  83;  Jersey,  1.241 ;  Pepys,  IV.  81.] 

2i  JLoofttng  dSlass  for  JLaDteS; 

©r, 
21  £pirrouc  for  sparrieo  foment 

3BifcreIg  settino;  forth;  the  rare  Constancy,  (Eftastt'tg,  patience,  ano 
^urftg  of  Penelope,  trjE  tMiU  of  TJlisses,  one  of  tijC  Grecian 
(Kenerals,  inljo  curing  the  2Ten  gears'  absence  of  her  |L?usbanb  at 
trjc  siege  of  Troy,  baas  soIicitcoT  ano  hnportun'o,  bo  numbers  of 
(imminent  Suitors  ;  roho  attempteo  her  (ihastitg,  atVb  cnbeaboureo 
to  biolatc  her  fLfonour ;  but  nebcr  roulb  prcbatl.  She  aboictco 
her  self  inhollg  to  (Crjarttg,  ano  gooo  f^ousctntferg,  until  her 
pjusbano's  return.  ^SErjtcrj  mag  serbe  as  a  Pattern  for  all 
Haoi'cs,  ©cntlcboomcn,  ano  others  to  imitate  her  birtuous  Example. 

With  Allowance. 

Tune  of  Queen  Dido;  or,   Troy  Town.     [See  p.  547.] 

WHen  Greeks  and  Trojans,  fell  at  strife, 
And  Lords  in  armour  bright  were  seen, 
When  many  a  Gallant  lost  bis  life, 
About  fair  Hellen,  beautie's  queen  : 
TJlisses,  General  so  free, 
Did  leave  his  dear  Penelope. 

When  she  this  woful  news  did  hear, 

That  he  would  to  the  Warrs  of  Troy, 
For  grief  she  shed  full  many  a  tear, 
At  parting  from  her  onely  joy  ; 
Her  Ladies  all  about  her  came, 
To  comfort  up  this  Grecian  Dame.  1 2 

Ulisses,  with  a  heavy  heart, 

Unto  her  then  did  mildly  say, 
"  The  time  is  come  that  we  must  part, 
My  honour  calls  me  hence  away  ; 
Yet  in  my  absence,  dearest,  be 
My  constant  Wife,  Penelope?'' 

"  Let  me  no  longer  live,"  she  said, 

"  Than  to  my  Lord  I  true  remain  ; 
My  honour  shall  not  be  betraid, 
Until  I  see  my  love  again  : 

For  ever  I  will  constant  prove, 

As  is  the  harmless  Turtle-Dove. "  24 


55  I  Penelope  :  A  Looking -Glass  for  Ladies. 

Thus  did  they  part  with  heavy  cheer, 
And  to  the  Ships  his  a\  ;iy  he  took  ; 
Her  tender  eyes  dropt  many  a  tear, 
Still  casting  many  a  longing  look  : 
She  saw  him  on  the  surges  glide, 
And  unto  Neptune  thus  she  cry'd  : 

"  Thou  God,  whose  power  is  in  the  Deep, 

And  rulest  in  the  Ocean  Main  ; 
My  loving  Lord  in  safety  keep, 
Till  he  return  to  me  again  : 
That  I  his  person  may  behold, 
"Which  I  esteem  far  more  than  gold.''  36 

Then  straight  the  ships  with  nimble  sayls, 

Were  all  convey'd  out  of  her  sight, 
Her  cruel  fate  she  then  bewails, 

Since  she  had  lost  her  heart's  delight : 
"  Now  shall  my  practice  be,"  quoth  she, 
"  True  vertue  and  humility." 

"  My  patience  I  will  put  in  ure,  [»'•«•  practice 

And  charity  I  will  extend, 
Since  for  my  woe  there  is  no  cure, 
The  helpless  now  I  will  befriend  : 
The  Widdow  and  the  Fatherless, 
I  will  relieve,  when  in  distress."  48 

Thus  she  continued,  year  by  year, 

In  doing  good  to  every  one ; 
Her  fame  was  noised  everywhere, 

To  young  and  old  the  same  was  known  : 
No  company  that  she  would  mind, 
"Who  were  to  vanity  inclin'd. 

Meanwhile  Ulisses  fought  for  Fame, 

'Mongst  Trojans  hazarding  his  life, 
Young  Gallants  hearing  of  her  name, 
Came  flocking  for  to  tempt  his  wife  : 
For  she  was  lovely,  young  and  fair, 
No  lady  might  with  her  compare.  60 

"With  costly  gifts,  and  jewels  fine 
They  did  endeavour  her  to  win, 
With  banquets,  and  the  choicest  wine, 
For  to  allure  her  unto  Sin  : 

Most  persons  were  of  high  degree, 
Who  courted  fair  Penelope. 


Penelope:  A  Looking- Glass  for  Ladies.  555 

"With  modesty  and  comely  grace, 

Their  wanton  suits  she  did  deny  ; 
No  tempting  charms  could  ere  deface 
Her  clearest  Husband's  memory  ; 
But  constant  she  did  still  remain, 
Hopeing  to  see  him  once  again.  72 

Her  Book  her  daily  pr-actice  was, 
And  that  she  oiten  did  peruse  ; 
She  sehlom  looked  in  her  glass, 
Powder  and  paint  she  did  not  use  ; 
I  wish  all  ladies  were  as  free 
Prom  Pride,  as  was  Penelope. 

She  in  her  Needle  took  delight, 

And  likewise  in  her  Spinning-wheel, 
Her  maids  about  her,  all,  she  taught, 
To  use  the  Distaff,  and  the  Reel : 
The  Spiders  that  on  rafters  twine, 
Scarce  spins  a  thread  more  pure  and  fine.  84 

Sometimes  she  would  bewail  the  loss 

And  absence  of  her  dearest  love  ; 
Sometimes  she  thought  the  Seas  to  cross, 

Her  fortune  on  the  waves  to  prove  : 
"  I  fear  my  lord  is  slain,"  quoth  she, 

"  He  stays  so  from  Penelope." 
At  length  the  Ten  years'  Siege  of  Troy 

Did  end,  the  flames  the  City  burn'd  ; 
Which  to  the  Grecians  was  great  joy, 

To  see  the  Towers  to  ashes  turn'd  : 
Then  came  Ulisses  home  to  see 
His  constant  Dear,  Penelope.  96 

Then  blame  her  not  if  she  was  glad, 

When  she  her  Lord  again  had  seen  : 
"  0  welcome  home,  my  dear,"  she  said, 
"  A  long  time  absent  you  have  been  : 
The  wars  shall  never  me  deprive, 
Of  thee  again,  whilst  I'me  alive." 
Young  ladies  may  example  take, 

And  by  this  lesson  they  may  learn, 
And  keep  this  pattern  for  her  sake, 
'Twixt  vice  and  virtue  to  discern  : 
And  let  all  women  strive  to  be 

As  constant  as  Penelope.  108 

Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Fere,  J.  Wright,  and  J.  Clarke. 
[Black-letter.     Five  cuts  :   1st  and  3rd  on  p.  552  ;  2nd,  the  ship,  p.  iv ;  4th, 
ditto,  repeated  ;  5th,  the  couple  on  p.  419,  right,  of  vol.  iii.] 


N< 


556 


€bc  Cragctii?  of  lJ)cto  anu  LeanUer. 

"  Ou  Hellespont,  guilty  of  true  love's  blood, 
In  view  and  opposite  two  cities  stood, 
Sea-borderers,  disjoin'd  by  Neptune's  might ; 
The  one  Abydos,  the  other  Sestos  bight. 
At  Sestos  Hero  dwelt ;  Hero  the  fair, 
Whom  young  Apollo  courted  for  her  hair, 
And  oifer'd  as  a  dower  his  burning  throne,  [  N.B. 

Where  she  should  sit,  for  men  to  gaze  upon 

It  lies  not  in  our  power  to  love  or  hate, 
For  Will  is  over-rul'd  by  Fate.     .     . 
Where  both  deliberate,  the  love  is  slight ; 
Who  ever  lov'd,  that  lov'd  not  at  first  sight.''''  [N.B. 

— Hero  and  Leander,  by  Christopher  Marlow. 


OT  printed  until  1598,  five  years  after  the  untimely  death 
of  Marlow  (followed  by  a  second  edition  with  completion  by  George 
Chapman),  the  unfinished  poem,  Hero  and  Leander,  by  nobility  of 
style,  the  rich  sonorous  music,  the  tender  pathos  and  beauty  of  the 
Sestiads,  deserved  the  high  honour  received  from  Shakespeare  a  few 
months  later,  by  being  in  so  unexampled  a  manner  quoted,  and 
the  silent  singer  with  his  'mighty  line'  affectionately  addressed, 

Fhmbe.—  il  Dead  Shepherd,  now  I  find  thy  saw  of  might, 

'  Who  ever  loved,  that  loved  not  at  first  sight  !  '  " 

— As  You  Like  It,  act  iii.  sc.  5. 

Seeing  that  this  clearly  refers  to  Marlow  (to  be  recognized  by  every  con- 
temporary), we  may  feel  certain  that  tbe  playful  allusion  to  the  same  theme,  in 
the  self-same  comedy,  resulted  from  the  dead  shepherd's  bequest  of  his  theme  : — 

Rosalind. — "  Leander,  he  would  have  lived  many  a  fair  year  though  Hero  had 
turned  nun,  if  it  had  not  been  for  a  hot  Midsummer-night ;  for, 
good  youth,  he  went  but  forth  to  wash  him  in  the  Hellespont,  and 
being  taken  with  the  cramp,  wras  drowned :  and  the  foolish  coroners 
of  that  age  found  it  was  '  Hero  of  Sestos.'     But  these  are  all  lies." 


*o 


-As  You  Like  It,  Act  iv.  sc.  1. 


Moreover  (parathentically  we  note),  Marlow's  words  on  Helen's  beauty,  "  Was 
this  the  face  that  launched  a  thousand  ships"  (ef.  p.  545)  were  remembered  and 
quoted,  when  Shakespeare  had  anew  to  describe  Helen  in  Troilus  and  Cressida, 
Act  ii.  sc.  2,  "  She  is  a  pearl,  whose  price  hath  launch1  d  above  a  thousand  ships." 

Even,  the  Duke's  speech  in  Measure  for  Measure,  v.  1,  "Be  sometimes 
honour'd  for  his  burning  throne"  was  an  additional  token  of  Shakespeare's 
remembrance  of  Marlow.  (See  our  motto  above.)  Others  were  the  playful 
quotations  of  "By  shallow  rivers,"  etc.,  in  The  Merry  Wives,  from  Marlow's 
pastoral  song,  "Come  live  with  me";  and  Pistol's  "Holloa!  you  pamper'd 
jades  of  Asia."  from  2nd  Henry  IV.,  from  Tamburlaine,  Part  II.  iv.  4. 

The  tune  used  for  our  "Tragedy  of  Hero  and  Leander"  is  known 
from  the  burden  of  the  original,  Tie  never  love  thee  more  !  a  ballad 
temp.  Jacob.  L,  beginning,  "My  dear  and  only  love,  take  heed." 
On  our  p.  581,  we  here  give  (from  lloxb.  Coll.,  III.  579)  the  soDg 


The  Tragedy  of  Hero  and  Leander.  557 

written  by  the  brave  Montrose  (after  he  had  awakened  from  being 
misled  by  the  rebellious  Covenanters  in  the  north),  loyally  fighting 
to  make  reparation  for  his  first  error :  he  kept  the  same  burden, 
and  began  similarly  with  "  My  dear  and  only  love,  I  pray."  Ours 
is  the  only  known  broadside  copy  of  early  date.  It  is  reprinted  by 
James  "Watson,  in  his  Choice  Collection  of  Comic  and  Serious  Scots 
Poems,  part  iii.  p.  107,  1711.  The  tune  is  given  in  Chappell's 
Popular  Music,  p.  380,  from  Gamble's  MS.,  1659,  and  it  is  also  in 
The  Lancing  Master  of  1686.  It  is  the  same  tune  as  0  no,  no,  no  ! 
not  yet,  a  tune  cited  already  in  these  Ruxburghe  Ballads  (reprinted 
in  vols.  i.  p.  282,  "Death's  Dance;"  ii.  198,  "A  Pleasant  Ditty 
of  a  Maiden's  Vow  ;  "  iii.  179,  "The  Pensive  Prisoner's  Apology," 
alternated  with  the  tune  of  Lovelace's  When  Love  with  unconfined 
wings).  The  original  ballad  appears  to  be  "  The  Mght  Encounter," 
of  Merry  Drollery,  p.  69,  1661,  and  Merry  Drollery  Compleat,  p.  250, 
1670,  1691  ;  it  was  reprinted  under  the  present  Editor  in  1875,  by 
Robert  Roberts  of  Boston,  beginning  thus, 

When  Phoebus  had  drest  his  course  to  the  "West,     [  =addrest. 

To  take  up  his  rest  below, 
And  Cynthia  agreed  in  her  glittering  weed 

Her  light  in  his  stead  to  bestow  ; 
I  walking  alone,  attended  by  none, 
I  suddenly  heard  one  cry, 
"  0  do  not,  do  not  kill  me  yet, 
For  I  am  not  prepared  to  die.'" 

In  our  Bagford Ballads,  p.  142,  1877,  we  reprinted  "  The  Swimming 
Lady,"  beginning  "The  Pour  and  Twenty  day  of  June,"  to  the 
same  tune.  To  this  tune  was  sung  "I  wish  I  was  those  gloves, 
dear  heart !  "  which  is  a  proper  new  ballad  on  the  Regret  of  a  true 
Lover  for  his  Mistress's  Unkindness  (Roxb.  Coll.,  II.  574).  Others 
are  in  Douce  Coll.,  III.  86  verso  and  87  verso  ;  also  the  Pepysian 
Coll.,  Vol.  I.  pp.  256,  280,  278,  and  394,  all  to  the  same  tune. 

Our  ensuing  ballad  was  included  by  our  well-loved  friend  the 
late  John  Payne  Collier  in  his  Book  of  Roxburghe  Ballads,  p.  227, 
1847.  He  also  indicates  the  translation  from  Martial's  Epigram 
at  the  close  of  our  third  stanza.  A  Pepysian  ballad  by  William 
Meash,  "  Leander 's  Love  for  Loyal  LTero"  to  the  tune  of  Shackley 
Say  (v.  Popular  Music,  367),  beginning,  "  Two  famous  lovers  once 
there  was  "  (Percy  Folio  MS.  iii.  296),  was  printed  at  London  by 
J.  W.,  i.e.  John  Wright.  There  is  a  modernization  of  our  ballad 
in  Allan  Ramsay's  Tea-Table  Miscellany,  part  iv.,  1740,  "Hero 
and  Leander :  an  old  Ballad,"  beginning  with  our  second  stanza, 
"  Leander  on  the  Bay  of  Sellespont  all  naked  stood."  Also  in 
Herd's  Scottish  Songs,  1791  reprint,  vol.  i.  258.  Martial's  line  is  : — 
Parcite,  dura  propero  ;  mergite,  dum  redeo. — Sped.  Liber,  xxv. 


:,r,s 


[Uoxburghe  Collection,  III.  152  ;   Euing,  No.  347;   Douce,  II.  224  verso.'] 

Cl)e  CracjcUp  of  l^ero  anti  JLeantier ; 

Famous  Leander  for  his  love  renown'd, 
In  crossing  of  the  Hellespont  was  drown'd  ; 
And  Hero  when  his  corps  she  once  espy'd, 
She  leapt  into  the  waves,  and  with  him  dy'd. 

To  a  pleasant  new  Tune  ;  or,  I  will  never  love  thee  more.    [See  pp.  556,  583.] 

COme,  mournful  Muse,  assist  my  quill,  whilst  I  with  grief  relate, 
A  story  of  two  Lovers  true,  cut  off  by  cruel  fate  : 
Death  onely  parts  united  hearts,  and  brings  them  to  their  graves, 
Whilst  others  sleep  within  the  deep,  or  perish  in  the  waves. 

Leander  on  the  bay  of  bliss,  Pontus,  he  naked  stood  ; 
In  passion  of  delay  he  sprang  into  the  fatal  flood. 
The  rageing  seas,  none  can  appease,  his  fortune  ebbs  and  flows, 
The  heaven  down  showres,  and   rain  down  pours,   and  the   wind 
aloft  it  blows.  8 

The  Lad  forsook  the  land,  and  did  unto  the  Gods  complain, 
"  You  rocks,  you  rugged  waves,  you  elements  of  hail  and  rain  ! 
What  'tis  to  miss  true  Lovers'  bliss,  alas  !  you  do  not  know ; 
Make  me  a  wrack  as  I  come  back,  but  spare  me  as  I  go." 

"  Behold  on  yonder  tower,  see,  where  my  fair  beloved  lyes  ! 
This  th'  appointed  hour,  hark  how  she  on  Leander  crys  !  " 
The  Gods  were  mute,  unto  his  sute,  the  billows  answered,  "  No  ;  " 
The  surges  rise  up  to  the  skyes,  but  he  sank  down  below.  16 

Sweet  Hero,  like  dame  Venus  fair,  all  in  her  Turrit  stood, 
Expecting  of  her  Lover  dear,  who  crossing  was  the  flood  : 
A  feeble  light,  through  darksome  night,  she  set  her  Love  to  guide  : 
With,  waveing  arms,  and  love's  alarms,  with  a  voice  full  loud  she  cry'd. 

"You  cruel  waves,  some  pitty  show  unto  my  dearest  friend  ; 

And  you,  tempestuous  winds  that  blow,  at  this  time  prove  more  kind : 

O  waft  my  love  secure  to  shore,  that  I  his  face  may  see  ; 

With  tears  your  help  I  do  implore,  your  pitty  lend  to  me.''  24 

"  Let  each  kind  Dolphin  now  befriend,  and  help  my  love  along  ; 
And  bring  him  to  his  journey's  end,  before  his  breath  is  gone; 
Let  not  a  wave  become  his  grave,  and  part  us  both  for  ever ; 
Pitty  my  grief,  send  him  relief,  and  help  him  now  or  never." 

The  fierce  and  cruel  tempest  did  most  violently  rage  ; 

Not  her  laments  nor  discontents  its  fury  could  asswage  ; 

The  winds  were  high,  and  he  must  dye,  the  Fates  did  so  ordain  : 

It  was  design'd,  he  ne'r  should  find  his  dearest  Love  again.  32 


The  Tragedy  of  Hero  and  Leeuider.  559 

She  spread  her  silken  vail  for-to  secure  the  blazing  light, 

To  guide  her  Love,  lest  on  the  rocks  his  wearied  limbs  should  smite  : 

But  cruel  Fate,  it  prov'd  his  date,  and  caused  him  to  sleep  ; 

She  from  above,  beheld  her  love  lye  drowned  in  the  deep. 

Her  show'ry  eyes  with  tears  brought  in  the  tide  before  its  time  ; 

Her  sad  lamenting  groans  likewise  unto  the  skys  did  climb : 

"  0  Heavens!  (quoth  she)  against  poor  me,  do  you  your  forces  bend  ? " 

Then  from  the  "Walls  in  haste  she  falls,  to  meet  her  dying  friend. 

Her  new  bedewed  arms  about  his  senceless  corps  she  clipps,  ["new." 

And  many  kisses  spent  in  vain  upon  his  dying  lipps  : 

Then  wav'd  her  hands  unto  the  lands,  singing  with  dying  pride, 

"  Go,  tell  the  world,  in  billows  strong,  I  with  my  Love  have  dy'd." 

Thus  did  they  both  their  breath  resign  unto  the  will  of  Fate  ; 

And  in  the  deep,  imbrace  and  twine,  when  Death  did  end  their  date. 

Let  Lovers  all  example  take,  and  evermore  prove  true, 

For  Hero  and  Leander  s  sake,  who  bids  you  all  adieu.  48 

Printed  for  It.  Burton,  at  the  Horse-shooe  in  West  Smithjield,  neer 

the  Hospital-gate. 

[Black-letter.    Three  cuts :  1st,  half-lengths  of  a  hatted  Cavalier  and  Lady  ;  2nd, 
Ships,  on  p.  413  ;  3rd,  a  Lady,  busto.     Date,  circa  1649.     Of.  pp.  541-542.] 


&n  lEicclIcnt  Sonnet  of  the  (Etna  £Infartunate  Eoucrs,  ftjero  antf 

SLcnnocr. 

"  Prisciari  a  little  scratched.     'Twill  serve." — Trove's  Labour  Lost,  Act  v.  sc.  1. 

WE  entertain  a  faint  suspicion  that  Humfrey  Crouch  (who  avowedly  wrote  the 
"Excellent  Sonnet  of  the  Unfortunate  Loves  of  Hero  and  Leander)'" 
was  the  unnamed  author  of  our  earlier  written  Roxburghe  Ballad,  p.  564,  entitled, 
"  Gerhard's  Mistress,'"  beginning,  "  Be  gone,  thou  fatal  Fiery  Fever."  Crouch 
met  us  in  "The  Greeks  and  Trojan  Warres,"  on  p.  544;  and  comes  once 
more  into  this  volume  with  a  poem,  not  ballad,  on  "Guy,  Earl  of  Warwick," 
post.  It  is  permissible  to  express  wonder  at  the  glaring  oversight  whereby  he 
misrepresents  the  respective  sex  of  the  two  hapless  Lovers.  To  interchange  them 
thus,  when  unable  to  defend  themselves,  was  "  adding  a  fresh  terror  to  death  "  : 
like  having  one's  Obituary  celebration  written  by  "Walter  Maitland,  and  sung  to 
a  'hanging  tune.'  Humfrey  Crouch's  classical  knowledge  cannot  have  been 
profound  or  expansive,  for  he  thought  the  Hellespont  was  a  river,  though  no 
doubt  his  readers  were  content ;  since  the  water  drowned  the  young  people, 
whether  it  were  salt  or  fresh.  But  to  name  the  lady  of  Sestos  '  Leander,'  and 
the  swimming  youth  of  Abydos  a  '  Hero  '  (a  less  unnatural  blunder,  suggestive  in 
its  way),  was  inexcusable.  If  in  the  manner  of  Sterne's  Obadiah,  when  sorely 
badgered,  concerning  the  mishap  caused  by  the  other  Jackass,  Crouch  similarly 
tried  to  shirk  the  responsibility,  saying  that  it  was  not  his  fault,  we  are  apt  to 
be  incredulous,  like  Father  Shandy,  who  replied,  "  How,  do  I  know  that?  " 

The  five-line  Argument  on  next  page  is  from  second  copy  (Roxb.  Coll.,  III. 
478,  reprinted  by  /.   White  of  Neivcastle-on-Tyne,  with  two  cuts,  circa  1755). 


5C0 


[Roxb.  Coll.,  III.  150,  47S  ;    Pepys,  III.  322  ;    Douce,  195  verso;  Euing,  89.] 

3n  excellent  bonnet  of  t$t  HHnfovtumtt  llobcjs  of 

tytxo  anh  3UanDei\ 

Tune  of  Gerard's  Mistris.     [See  wofc  on  pp  566.] 

[dmbmn;  an  Account  rjoto  Zeander  fell  in  lour  mitrj  tTjc  famous  Hero ; 
but  being  otsappointco  bg  her  cruel  jJFather,  ixrrjo  confinecj  Ijer  in  a 
forcer,  Zeander  resolutnn;  to  stoim  cucr  tije  Hellespont  to  fctcrj  fjcr 
auiau,  a  mfgrjtg  Storm  arose,  ano  he  bias  orofconcti  near  Jjer  rxiinoou) ; 
for  sorroro  of  ualjfclj,  she  Icapco  into  the  -Sea  to  fjttn.] 

Hgr/O.  PFor  Hero  read  Leander 

(_    and  e<ce  versa,  passim. 

HOW  fares  my  fair  Zeander  ?  1=  •ff«''0» see  p-  559- 

0  vouchsafe  to  speak,  lest  my  heart  break, 
I  banisht  am.  from  thy  sweet  company  ; 
'Tis  not  thy  Father's  anger  can  abate  my  love,     ial-  lect-,1 abase-' 

I  still  will  prove 
Thy  faithful  friend  until  such  time  I  dye ;  though  Fate 
And  Fortune  doth  conspire  to  interrupt  our  love  : 
In  spight  of  Fate  and.  Fortune's  hate,  8 

I  still  will  constant  prove, 
And  though 

Our  angry  friends  in  malice  now  our  hodies  part, 

Kor  friends  nor  foes,  nor  fears  nor  blows, 

Shall  separate  our  hearts.' '  CLine  18  in  original. 

Leander.  [ie.Bero. 

"  What  voice  is  this  that  calls  Zeander 
From  her  bower  ?  from  yonder  Tower, 
The  eccho  of  this  voice  doth  sure  proceed."  16 

UgrO  [i.e.  Leander. 

"  Zeander,  'tis  thy  Hero,  fain 

Would  come  to  thee,  if  it  might  be, 

Thy  absence  makes  my  tender  heart  to  bleed,  but  oh  ! 

This  pleasant  river  Hellespont,  which  is  the  people's  wonder, 

These  waves  so  high  do  injury,  by  parting  us  asunder, 

And  though  there's  Ferry-men  good  store, 

Yet  none  will  stand  my  friend, 
To  waft  me  o'er  to  that  fair  shore,  24 

Where  all  my  grief  shall  end." 


The  Unfortunate  Loves  of  Hero  and  Leander.         561 

Leander.  [Hero. 

"  Hero,  though  I  \_,Lcander,~] 
Am  thy  constant  Lover  still,  and  ever  will, 
My  angry  Father  is  thy  Enemy  ;  He  still 
Doth  strive  to  keep  's  asunder  ; 

Now  and  then,  Poor  Ferry  men  ! 
They  dare  not  waft  thee  over,  lest  they  dye. 
Nor  yet,  dare  they  convey  me,  unto  my  dear  Hero  now  ;  [=Leander. 
My  father's  rage  will  not  assuage,  nor  will  the  same  allow. 
Be  patient 

Then,  dear  Hero,  now,  as  I  am  true  to  thee  ;  [=*£ea»«fer. 

Even  so  I  trust  thou  art  as  just,  and  faithful  unto  ine."         36 

Hero.  [=Leandcr. 

"  Is  there  no  way  to  stay 

An  angry  Father's  wrath,  whose  fury  hath 

Bereav'd  his  child  of  comfort  and  content  ?  " 


Leander.  [=  Her°- 

"  0  no  !  Dear  Hero,  there's  no  way  [Leander. 

That  I  do  know,  to  ease  my  Woe ; 
My  days  of  joy  and  comfort  now  are  spent. 
You  may, 

As  well  go  tame  a  lyon  in  the  wilderness, 
As  to  persuade  my  Father's  aid,  to  help  me  in  distress. 
His  anger,  and  this  River,  hath  kept  us  asunder  long ; 
He  hath  his  will,  his  humour  still, 

And  we  have  all  the  wrong."  48 


HerO.  [Leandei . 

"  'Tis  not  thy  Father's  anger 

Nor  this  River  deep,  the  which  shall  keep, 

Me  from  the  imbracetnents  of  my  dearest  friend  ; 

For  through  this  silver  Stream  my  way  I  mean  to  take, 

Even  for  thy  sake. 
For  thy  dear  sake  my  dearest  life  1'le  spend, 
Though  waves  and  winds  should  both  conspire 
Mine  enemies  to  be  ; 

My  love's  so  strong,  I  fear  no  wrong  can  happen  unto  me  : 
0  meet  me  in  thy  garden 

Where  this  pleasant  river  glides, 
Lend  me  thy  hand,  draw  me  to  land, 

What  ever  me  betides.  60 

VOL.    VI.  2   o 


562  The  Unfortunate  Lores  of  Hero  and  Leander. 

"  Now  must  1  make  my  tender 

Slender  arms  my  oars!  Help!  watry  powers, 

Yea,  little  fishes,  teach  me  how  to  swim ! 

And  all  the  sea-nimphs  guard  me,  unto  yonder  banks! 

l'le  give  you  thanks  ; 
Bear  up  my  hody,  strengthen  every  limb  ! 
I  come,  Leander,  now  prepare  thy  lovely  arms  for  me !  [Hero. 

I  come,  dear  love !  assist  me,  Jove,  I  may  so  happy  be !  " 
But  oh  !  a  mighty  tempest  rose,  and  he  was  drown'd  that  tide, 
In  her  fair  sight,  his  heart's  delight, 

And  so  with  grief  she  dy'd.  72 

But  when  her  aged  Father 
These  things  understands,  he  wrings  his  hands, 
And  tears  his  hoary  hair  from  off  his  head  ; 
Society  he  shuns  and  doth  forsake  his  meat, 

His  grief's  so  great : 
And  oft  doth  make  the  lowly  ground  his  bed. 
"  0,  my  Leander  !  would  that  I  had  dyed  to  save  thy  life  ; 
Or  that  1  had,  when  I  was  sad, 

Made  thee  brave  Hero's  wife!  tRead  Zander's. 

It  was  my  trespass,  and  I  do  confess 
I  wronged  thee ; 
Posterity  shall  know  hereby, 

The  fault  lay  all  in  me.  84 

"  But  since  the  waves  have  cast 

His  body  on  the  land,  upon  the  sand, 

His  corps[e]  shall  buried  be  in  solemn  wise ; 

One  grave  shall  serve  them  both,  and  one  most  stately  Tomb  : 

She'l  make  him  room, 
Although  her  corps[e]  be  breathless  where  she  lies. 
Ye  Fathers,  have  a  special  care  now,  whatsoe'er  you  do  ! 
For  those  that  parts  true  loyal  hearts, 

Themselves  were  never  true. 
Though  Fate  and  Fortune  crosse  poor  Lovers, 
Sometimes,  as  we  know, 
Pray  understand,  have  you  no  hand 

Even  in  their  overthrow  !  "  96 

jFfnt's.     [Written  byj  H[umfrey]  Crouch. 

Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  and  J.  Wright. 

[In  Black-letter,  duplicate  of  Euing's  exemplar  at  Glasgow,  formerly  J  0. 
Halliwell's.  Douce's,  by  and  for  W.  0.  Four  woodcuts :  1st,  the  youth  on 
p.  585,  left,  of  vol.  iii.  ;  2nd,  the  woman  in  this  vol.  p.  166,  right ;  3rd 
and  4th,  man  and  woman,  on  p.  168.     Date,  circa  1661. J 


B1 


503 

[Roxburghe  Coll.,  II.  300  ;  III.  901  ;  Bagford,  II.  120  ;  Jersey,  II.  174  ;  Pepys, 
III.  324,  344  ;  Douce,  I.  133,  136;  III.  39  ;  Euing,  171 ;  Huth,  I.  162.] 

©r, 

Coroclia'g  Lamentation  for  tge  absence  of  ger  CergacD^ 

To   A    PLEASANT   NEW    [PLAYHOUSE]    TtJNE. 

>Egone ! 

Thou  fatal  fiery  feaver,  now  be  gone  ! 
Let  Love  alone, 
Let  his  etherial  flames  possess  my  breast, 

His  fires 
From  thy  consuming  heat  no  aid  requires, 

For  swift  desires 
Transports  my  passion  to  a  throne  of  rest  ; 

Where  I, 
"Who,  in  the  pride  of  health, 
Did  never  feel  such  warmth  to  move, 
By  sickness  tam'd  am  so  inflam'd, 
1  know  no  joys  but  love  : 

And  he, 
That  trifled  many  tedious  hours     . 
Away,  my  love  to  try, 
In  little  space  hath  gain'd  the  grace, 
To  have  more  power  than  I.  18 

"Depart! 
Thou  scorching  fury,  quick  from  me  depart ! 

Think  not  my  heart 
To  thy  dull  flame  shall  be  a  sacrifice  ; 

A  Maid, 
Dread  Cupid,  now  is  on  thy  Altar  laid, 

By  thee  betray'd ; 
A  rich  oblation  to  restore  thine  eyes  : 

But  yet, 
My  fair  acknowledgment 
Will  prove  thou  hadst  no  craft 
To  bend  thy  Bow  against  thy  foe, 
That  aim'd  to  catch  the  shaft : 

For  if 
That  at  my  breast  thy  arrows  CSee  Note>  P-  564- 

Thou  all  at  once  let  flie, 
She  that  receives  a  thousand  sheaves, 
Can  do  no  more  but  dye.  36 

[Note. — Thus  far  we  print  with  the  wasteful  expenditure  of  space,  in  broken 
lines,  following  the  text,  to  show  the  system.    We  compress  the  18-line  stanzas.] 


504  The  Love-sick  Maid :  '  Gerhard's  Mistress.'' 

"  No  more ! 
You  learn'd  physitians,  tire  your  brains  no  more, 

Pray  give  me  o're  ! 
Mine  is  a  cure  in  Physick  never  read  ; 
Although  you  skilful  Doctors  all  the  world  doth  know, 

Pray  let  me  go  !  ["•'• In  Learning  flow. 

You  may  as  well  make  practice  on  the  Dead; 

But  if 
My  Gerrard  dai[g]n  to  view  me,  with  the  glory  of  his  looks, 
I  make  no  doubt  to  live  without  Physitians  and  their  books. 

'Tis  he 
That  with  his  balmed  kisses  can  restore  my  latest  breath  ; 
What  bliss  is  this,  to  gain  a  Kiss,  ["That." 

Can  save  a  maid  from  death  ?  54 

"  To  you, 
That  tell  me  of  another  World,  I  bow, 

and  will  allow 
Your  Sacred  Precepts,  if  you'll  grant  me  this, 

That  he 
Whom  I  esteem  of  next  the  Deity 

May  go  with  me, 
Without  whose  presence  there  can  be  no  bliss : 

Go,  teach 
Your  Tenets  of  Eternity  to  those  that  aged  be  ! 
And  not  perswade  a  Love-sick  Maid 
There's  any  heaven  but  he. 

But  stay ! 
Methinks  an  icy  slumber  hath  possest  my  frenzy'[d]  brain  ; 
Pray  bid  him  dye,  if  you  see  I  shall  never  wake  again."    72 

Note. — Instead  of  our  broadside  reading  at  end  of  the  second  stanza, 
"  For  if  that  at  my  breast  thy  arrows  thou  all  at  once  let  flie, 
She  that  receives  a  thousand  sheaves  can  do  no  more  but  dye." 

The  following  is  the  version  used  by  Henry  Bold  for  his  translation  in  1664  :  — 

Nor  did  I  fear,  though  at  my  Bosom,  all  at  once, 

Such  Darts  did  move  ; 
She  that  receives  a  thousand  sheaves, 

She  can  no  more  but  love. 

Henry  Bold  published  this  ballad,  "  An  excellent  new  Song  called  Gerhard 
and  his  Mistress,"  in  his  Poems  Lyrique,  etc.,  p.  105,  with  his  parodies  of  it, 
beginning,  "  Away,  you  grievous  things  call'd  Mistresses !  "  as  "  A  Mock  to  '  Be 
gone,  thou  fatal  fiery  fever!'"  followed  by  "Away  you  fool!  wilt  thou  love 
less?"  and  Henry  Bold's  own  Answer,  "Now  thou  knowest,  I  love  more." 
The  1664  version  ends  without  "  The  Answer,"  of  our  pp.  565,  566.  The  phrase 
1  playhouse  tune  '  suggests  that  the  first  two  stanzas  were  the  entire  original  soul;, 
at  some  theatre,  in  a  lost  drama.  All  that  follow  are  mere  ballad-monger's  work. 
Was  it  by  Humphrey  Crouch  ?    He  copied  both  rhythm  and  tune,  on  p.  560. 


The  Love-nick  Maid :  '  Gerhard's  Mistress.'  565 

£he  |[ounrj=fHan'3  &nstoer ;  or,  his  ©gmfj  Breath, 

ILamcnttng  for  l)ts  fair  Cordelia's  ©cath. 

To  a  Delightful  New  Tune. 

"  Come  on  !  thou  fatal  messenger  from  her  that's  gone  ; 

Lest  I  alone 
Within  that  quenchless  flame  for  ever  fry  ; 
The  Lake  of  love  being  kindled,  wherein  none  can  take 

rest,  but  [to]  wake 
Where  slumber  hath  no  power  to  close  the  eye ; 

Whilst  I, 
That  by  my  fair  Cordelia  desire  to  take  a  sleep, 
With  lids  wide-spread  upon  my  bed,  am  forc'd  a  watch  to  keep : 

And  she, 
That  waited  many  tedious  hours,  my  constancy  to  try, 
Is  now  at  rest,  while  I,  opprest,  fain  would  but  cannot  dye. 

"  Dispatch,  thou  scorching  Fury,  quickly  now  dispatch  ! 

By  Death  I  watch 
To  be  releast  from  this  tormenting  flame  ; 
The  Dart,  sent  from  dread  Cupid,  sticks  fast  in  my  heart, 

I,  wanting  art, 
Had  not  the  power  lor  to  resist  the  same  ;  though  she, 
Who,  by  her  late  acknowledgement, 

Profest  thou  had'st  no  craft,  [the  shaft : 

Yet  from  thy  bow  thou  mad'st  her  know  what  power  lay  in 

But  then 
Thou  sent'st  another  arrow,  which  me  of  hopes  bereft ; 
Most  like  a  foe,  to  wound  me  so,  for  whom  no  cure  is  left. 

"  Wherefore  did  you  Physitians  give  my  Mistress  o're  ? 

Had  you  no  more 
Experience,  but  what  you  in  books  have  read  ? 
Or  why  (you  learned  Doctors)  did  you  cease  to  try 

Your  skills,  when  I 
Might  have  reviv'd  her,  if  she'd  not  been  dead  ? 

And  yet 
Suppose  that  I  in  person  had  present  been  to  view  her; 
Is  there  such  grace  in  any  face  to  work  so  great  a  cure  ? 

But  now 
I'm  come  too  late  to  kiss  her,  which  were  it  not  in  vain, 
After  her  death,  I'd  spend  my  breath  to  fetch  her  back  again. 

"  Unto  the  fair  Elizium,  thither  will  I  go, 

Whereas  I  know 
She  is  amongst  those  Sacred  ones  prefer'd.     When  I 
Shall  be  admitted  for  to  come  so  nigh, 

"  Pardon  !  "  I'll  cry, 


oGG 


The  Lore-sick  Maid  :   '  Gerhard's  Mistress.'' 


"  For  my  long  absence,  wherein  I  have  err'd  : 

And  since 
By  her  I  was  esteem'd,  so  much  on  Earth,  being  here, 
Hence,  for  her  sake,  no  rest  I'll  take, 
Till  I  have  found  her  there  : 

No  more, 
But  only  I  desire  to  hear  my  Passing-Bell ; 
That  Virgins  may  lament  the  day 
Of  Gerhard's  last  Farewell." 


144 


[Printed  for  Win.  Onley.    2nd  copy,  printed  for  Wm.  Thackeray,  Will.  Whitwood, 

and  Tho.  Passinger.~\ 

[In  Black-letter.  Three  woodcuts :  1st  and  2nd,  together,  as  in  vol.  iii.  p.  664  ; 
3rd,  p.  84  right,  of  present  vol.  Some  copies,  with  our  woodcut  of  p.  104, 
were  printed  hy  and  for  A.M.,  i.e.  Andrew  Milbourne  ;  Douce  2nd  is  for  W. 
Thackeray.  Date,  certainly  a  few  months  or  years  hefore  1664.  [Cf.  p.  564.) 
Prohahle  date  of  Gerhard'1 '«  Mistress  is  1660.   "This  woodcut  belongs  to  p.  546.] 


56- 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.   762;    Pepys,  III.   142;   Wood,  E.    25,  fol.    75; 
Douce,  I.  83  verso,  III.  30  vo.,  110  vo.,  IV.  26  ;  Euing,    111.] 

jfamotts  jfiotoer  of  £>ertring*a9eit ; 

£Dc,  tge  ILatm  turnrD  &ertrings$patt. 

[Her  Lord  being  slain,  ber  Fatber  dead, 

Her  Bower  robb'd,  ber  Servants  fled, 

Sbe  drest  ber  self  in  Man's  attire, 

She  triratn'd  ber  Locks,  sbe  cut  ber  Hair. 

And  therewithal  she  chang'd  ber  name, 

From  fair  Elise  to  Sweet  William.  Euing  copy.} 

[To  A  delicate  new  tune,  or  Flora's  Farewell  (cf.  p.  105)  ;  or  Summer  Time  ; 
or  Love's  Tide.     See  Note,  p.  570.] 

"  T70u  beautous  Ladies  great  and  small, 
X      I  write  unto  you,  one  and  all ; 
"W  hereby  tbat  you  may  understand 
What  I  have  suffered  in  this  land. 

"  I  was  by  birth  a  Lady  fair, 
My  father's  chief  and  only  heir  ; 
But  when  my  good  old  father  dy'd, 
Then  I  was  made  a  young  Knight's  bride.  8 

"  And  then  my  love  built  me  a  bower 
Bedeck'd  with  many  a  fragrant  flower  ; 
A  braver  bower  you  ne'er  did  see, 
Than  my  true-love  did  build  for  me.  C"  wliat  ml" 

"But  there  came  thieves  late  in  the  night, 
"Who  rob'd  my  bower  and  slew  my  Knight ; 
And  after  that  my  Knight  was  slain, 
I  could  no  longer  there  remain.  16 

"  My  servants  all  did  from  me  fly 
In  the  midst  of  my  extremity, 
And  left  me  by  myself  alone, 
With  a  heart  more  cold  than  any  stone. 

"  Yet  tho'  my  heart  was  full  of  care, 
Heaven  would  not  suffer  me  to  despair ; 
When  in  haste  I  chang'd  mv  name 
From  fair  'Elise1  to  sweet  William.  [«.»&».••   24 

"And  hereupon  I  curl'd  my  hair, 
And  drest  my  self  in  man's  attire,  [«■»■  therewithal. 

My  doublet,  hose,  and  beaver  hat, 
And  a  golden  band  about  my  neck. 


5G8  The  Frnnons  Flower  of  Serving-Men. 

"  With  a  silver  rapier  by  my  side, 
Much  like  a  Gallant  I  did  ride  ; 
The  thing  that  I  delighted  in, 
It  was  to  be  a  Serving-man.  32 

"Thus  cloath'd  in  sumptuous  man's  array, 
I  nobly  rid  along  the  highway; 
And  at  [the]  last  it  chanced  so 
That  I  to  the  King's  Court  did  go. 

"  Then  to  the  King  I  bow'd  most  low, 
My  love  and  duty  for  to  show  ; 
And  so  much  favour  I  did  crave 
That  I  a  Serving-man's  place  might  have.  40 

"  '  Stand  up,  brave  youth  ! '  the  King  reply'd, 
Thy  service  shall  not  be  deny'd  : 
But  tell  me  first  what  thou  can'st  do  ? 
Thou  shalt  be  fitted  thereunto. 

"  '  Wilt  thou  be  usher  of  my  hall, 
To  wait  upon  my  Nobles  all, 

Or  wilt  thou  be  tapster  of  my  wine,  lal-  Taster. 

To  wait  on  me  when  I  do  dine  ?  48 

"  '  Or  wilt  thou  be  my  Chamberlain, 
To  make  my  bed  so  soft  and  fine  ? 
Or  wilt  thou  be  one  of  my  Guard, 
And  I'll  give  thee  a  great  reward  ?'  " 

Sweet  William  with  a  smiling  face, 

Said  to  the  King,  "  May  it  please  your  Grace 

To  shew  such  favor  unto  me, 

Your  Chamberlain  I  fain  would  be."  56 

The  King  did  then  his  Nobles  call, 
For  to  ask  council  of  them  all, 
Who  gave  consent  Sweet  William  he 
The  King's  own  Chamberlain  should  be. 

[The  Second  Part,  to  the  same  Tune.] 

Now  mark  what  strange  thing  came  to  pass, 

As  the  King  one  day  a-hunting  was, 

With  [all]  his  Lords  and  noble  train, 

Sweet  William  did  at  home  remain.  64 

Sweet  William  had  no  company  then, 

With  him  at  home  but  an  old  Man  ; 

And  when  he  found  the  house  was  clear, 

He  took  a  Lute  that  he  had  near.  t"*f-  "flute." 


The  Famous  Flower  of  Serving-Men.  569 

Upon  the  Lute  Sweet  William  play'd,  [ibid. 

And  to  the  same  he  sung  and  said, 

With  a  sweet  melodious  voice, 

Which  made  the  old  man  to  rejoice  : —  72 

"  My  father  was  as  brave  a  Lord 
As  ever  England  did  afford,  [«•*.  Europe. 

My  mother  was  a  Lady  bright, 
My  husband  was  a  valiant  Knight :  [«•'•  gorgeous. 

"  And  I  my  self  a  Lady  gay, 
Bedeck'd  in  glorious  rich  array, 
The  bravest  Lady  in  the  Land, 
Had  no  more  pleasure  at  command.  80 

"  I  had  my  musick  every  day, 
Harmonious  lessons  for  to  play  ; 
I  had  my  virgins  fair  and  free, 
Continually  to  wait  on  me. 

"  But  now,  alas  !  my  husband's  dead, 
And  all  my  friends  are  from  me  fled  ; 
My  former  joys  are  past  and  gone, 
For  now  I  am  a  Serving-man."  88 


*o 


At  last  the  King  from  hunting  came, 

And  presently  upon  the  same, 

He  called  for  his  good  old  man,  [Original  o.o.m. 

And  thus  to  speak  the  King  began  : 

"  What  news,  what  news,  old  man  ?"  said  he,     [=quoth. 

"  What  news  hast  thou  to  tell  to  me  ?" 

"  Brave  news,"  the  old  man  he  did  say, 

"  Sweet  William  is  a  Lady  gay."  96 

"  If  this  be  true  thou  tell' st  to  me, 
I'll  make  thee  a  Lord  of  high  degree  ; 
But  if  thy  words  do  prove  a  lie, 
Thou  shalt  be  hang'd  up  presently." 

But  when  the  King  the  truth  h[ad]  found,   t"he  found" 
His  joys  did  more  and  more  abound  ; 
According  as  the  old  man  did  say, 
"  Sweet  William  was  a  Lady  gay."  104 

Therefore  the  King,  without  delay, 

Put  on  her  gallant  rich  array,  ["•'■  slonous- 

And  on  her  head  a  crown  of  gold, 

Which  was  most  famous  to  behold. 


•">70  The  Famous  Flower  of  Sercing-Men. 

And  then  for  fear  of  farther  strife, 
He  took  '  Sweet-  William  '  for  his  wife  : 
The  like  before  was  never  seen, 

A  Serving-Man  to  become  a  Queen  !  112 

[By  Laurence  Price.] 
Printed  and  Sold  in  Aldermary  Church-Yard,  Bow  Lane,  London. 

[In  White-letter.  Two  modern  woodcuts,  not  important  :  1st,  a  Lady 
sumptuously  dressed ;  2nd,  a  poor  copy  of  the  female  conclave  cut,  given 
already  in  vol.  iii.  p.  532.  Douce  copy  printed  for  Elizabeth  Andrews  ; 
Wood's  •'  for  /.  Hose. "  In  the  Euing  copy  the  authorship  is  marked  "By 
L.  P.,"  for  Laurence  Price,  concerning  whom  see  pp.  6-4  to  66,  and  105  note. 
Also  the  list  of  alternative  tunes  and  the  argument  motto-verse  between  title 
and  ballad,  here  restored  to  place.  With  three  cuts  and  in  Black-letter. 
London,  Printed  for  John  Andrews,  at  the  White  Lion  near  Pye- Corner." 
Date, circa  1657.  Pepys  copy  printed  for  W.  T.  and  T.P.,  to  a  dainty  Tune,  etc.] 

***  Doubting  the  ability  of  any  Lady  or  Serving-man  to  sing  an  autobio- 
graphical ditty  while  playing  on  the  Mate,  except  in  symphony  or  between  the 
stanzas,  we  follow  an  older  version  which  renders  it  '  Lute,'  instead  of  our 
broadside's  'flute.'  Thus  'the  faire  Flise'  could  sing  intelligibly.  Bishop  Percy's 
modernizer  was  probably  himself,  "  I  think  we  do  know  the  sweet  Roman  hand  !  " 
He  ignores  the  g.o. m.  of  line  91,  and  makes  the  king  overhear  the  lady's  song. 
Like  Othello,  "Upon  this  hint  he  spake."  It  is  wholly  autobiographical  and 
sweetly  imbecile.  Moreover,  the  enamoured  king  makes  dishonourable  proposals 
to  her,  which  are  rejected,  before  he  advances  his  bid  to  an  offer  of  marriage  : — 

"  The  richest  gifts  he  proffer'd  me,  His  mistress  if  that  I  would  be  !  " 
These  are  the  Episcopal  "improvements  !  "  (sic,  sic,  "  and  very  sick  !  ") 

Note.— We  here  first  identify  the  authorship  as  by  LAURENCE  PRICE,  but 
have  no  space  or  inclination  to  trace  the  foreign  imitations,  analogues,  or  possible 
precursors  in  Swedish  and  Danish  collections ;  or  the  garbled  traditional ' '  Sweet 
Willie  "  of  Kinloch's  Ancient  Scottish  Ballads,  p.  96.  This  is  one  of  those 
genuine  story-ballads  that  gave  pleasure  of  old,  and  secured  popularity,  attested 
by  numerous  editions.  Like  most  of  its  class,  while  failing  to  stir  the  emotions 
by  pathetic  language,  it  employs  the  dramatic  style  of  autobiographic  monologue 
iu  part,  and  then  reverts  to  ordinary  narrative.  It  was  a  bold  expedient  to  make 
the  romantic  adventures  of  this  widowed  lady  effect  as  great  a  conquest  over  the 
bewildered  King  as  though  the  '  fair  Elise '  had  been  a  maiden  pure,  hitherto 
unawakened  to  love.  We  are  incapable  of  deeming  her  bold  and  forward.  One 
might  as  soon  think  of  censuring  Viola,  who  captivates  the  Count  Orsino  ;  but  iu 
Twelfth  Night  it  is  the  man  who  is  fickle,  not  the  girl  who  admits  a  second  love. 

We  have  here  abundant  choice  of  tunes.  For  the  first  tune,  Flora's  Fareivell 
(by  the  same  Laurence  Price)  and  our  introduction,  on  pp.  105-107,  ante  ;  for  the 
second  tune,  of  the  numerous  ballads  (chiefly  of  the  Robin  Hood  series),  beginning 
"  Ln  Summer-time,  when  leaves  grow  green,"  the  tune  befitting  our  "  Eamous 
Flower,"  is  given  in  Popular  Music,  p.  393,  belonging  to  "  King  Edward  the 
Fourth  and  the  Tanner  of  Tarn  worth,"  also  to  "  Robin  Hood  and  the  Curtal 
Friar."  The  third  tune  is  of  "  Love's  Tide  ;  or,  A  Farewell  to  Folly,"  a  ballad 
in  the  Douce  Collection,  I.  134,  beginning,  "  How  cool  and  temperate  am  I 
grown  !  "  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  etc.  To  the  Tune  of,  Wert  thou  more  fairer 
than  thou  art,  or  Lusty  Bacchus.  Of  the  original  song,  "  Love  in  a  Calme," 
printed  in  Playford's  Select  Ayres,  p.  42,  1659,  the  music  was  by  Henry  Lawes. 


571 


Constance  of  ClctoeianD. 

WE  have  here  a  romantic  ballad  belonging  to  the  first  year  of 
James  I.'s  reign,  incontestably  entered  to  William  White,  on 
13th  June,  1603  [vide  Stationers'  Company  Registers,  Book  C, 
fol.  97  =  vol.  iii.  p.  237,  of  Edward  Arber's  Transcript,  1876) :  again 
registered  as  a  Transfer,  14th  Dec.,  1624).  The  already-ancient 
tune  was  printed,  with  the  opening  line,  "  'Twas  a  youthful  Knight, 
"which  loved  a  gallant  Lady,"  in  the  Jan  Jans  Starter's  collection  of 
music,  Friesche  Lust-Hof,  printed  at  Amsterdam  in  1634,  and 
probably  also  in  earlier  editions.  The  tune  had  been  used  in 
"  bloody  Mary's  "  reign  for  a  ballad  beginning  "Mary  doth  com- 
plain, Ladies,  be  you  moved,  With  my  lamentations  and  my  bitter 
groans."  It  is  in  the  Crown  Garland  of  Golden  Roses.  Another 
ballad  to  the  tune  of  Crimson  Velvet,  beginning  "  In  the  days  of 
old,  when  fair  France  did  flourish,"  was  written  by  Thomas 
Deloney,  entitled  "  An  excellent  Ballad  of  a  Prince  of  England's 
courtship  of  the  King  of  France's  Daughter ; "  reprinted  by  Mr. 
William  Chappell,  from  Roxb.  Coll.,  I.  102,  in  these  Roxburghe 
Ballads,  i.  309  ;  he  has  also  given  the  tune  and  the  words  of  our 
ensuing  ballad  in  his  Popular  Music  of  the  Olden  Time,  p.  179. 
The  words  alone  had  been  reprinted  previously  by  the  late  John 
Payne  Collier  in  his  Book  of  Roxburghe  Ballads,  p.  163,  in  1847, 
with  remarks  that  deserve  to  be  quoted  completely.  It  shows  how 
accurately  he  had  guessed  the  date  (the  registration  is  13  June,  1603 
as  noted  above) ;  he  may  have  remembered  having  consulted  the 
Registers,  when  beginning  his  admirable  Extracts  from  them  for 
the  genuine  Shakespeare  Society,  that  issued  so  much  good  un- 
pretentious work  deserving  of  respect  and  gratitude : — 

"This  romantic  ballad,  in  a  somewhat  plain  and  unpretending  style,  relates 
incidents  that  may  remind  the  reader  of  the  old  story  of  Titus  and  Gisippus,  as 
told  in  English  verse  by  Edw.  Lewieke,  as  early  as  1562  :  the  ballad  is  not  so 
ancient  by,  perhaps,  thirty  or  forty  years ;  and  the  printed  copy  that  has  come 
down  to  our  day  is  at  least  fifty  years  more  recent  than  the  date  when  we  believe 
the  ballad  to  have  been  first  published.  The  title  the  broadside  ('  Printed  for 
F.  Coles,  J.  W.,  T.  Vere,  W.  Gilbertson,')  bears  is,  '  Constance  of  Cleveland  :  a 
very  excellent  Sonnet  of  the  most  fair  Lady  Constance  of  Cleveland  and  her 
disloyal  Knight.'  We  conclude  that  the  incidents  are  mere  invention,  but 
'  Constance  of  Eome  '  is  the  name  of  a  play,  by  Drayton,  Munday  and  Hathway, 
mentioned  in  Henslow's  Diary  under  the  year  1600  (p.  171).  The  tune  of 
'  Crimson  Velvet '  was  highly  popular  in  the  reigns  of  Elizabeth  and  her  successor.'' 

%*  None  need  doubt  that  the  name  of  the  tune  is  derived  from  the  185th 
half-line  in  Thomas  Deloney's  '  King  of  France's  Daughter,'  mentioned  above  :  — 

The  Children  [they  did  bring]  as  their  father  willed, 

Where  the  Royal  King  must  of  force  come  by. 
Their  mother,  richly  clad  in  fair  Crimson  Velvet,  [x.b. 

Their  father  all  in  gray,  comely  to  the  eye.     Etc. 


572 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  94  ;  Tcpys  Coll.,  I.  138,  476  ;  Jersey,  II.  322.] 

Constance  of  Clctoclanlr : 

3  bcrp  excellent  bonnet  of  tlje  most  fair:  ilaop,  Con- 
stance of  Cleveland,  ano  jjcr  otsjlopaU  &mgijt* 

To  the  tune  of,   Crimson  Velvet.     [See  p.  571.] 

IT  was  a  youthfull  Knight  lov'd  a  gallant  Lady, 
Fair  she  was  and  bright,  and  of  vertues  rare, 
Herself  she  did  behave  so  courteously  as  may  be, 

Wedded  they  were  brave,  joy  without  compare. 
Here  began  the  grief,  pain  without  relief, 

Her  husband  soon  her  love  forsook  ; 
To  women  lewd  of  mind,  being  bad  inclin'd, 

He  only  lent  a  pleasant  look. 
The  Lady  she  sate  weeping  while  that  he  was  keeping, 
Company  with  others  moe. 
"  Her  words,  my  Love,  beleeve  not  !  come  to  me,  and  grieve  not ! 
Wantons  will  thee  overthrow"  12 

His  fair  Ladle's  words  nothing  he  regarded  ; 

Wantonnesse  affords  such  delightfull  sport. 
While  they  dance  and  sing,  with  great  mirth  prepared, 

She  her  hands  did  wring  in  most  grievous  sort. 
"  0  what  hap  had  I,  thus  to  wail  and  cry  ? 

TJnrespected  every  day. 
Living  in  disdain,  while  that  others  gain 

All  the  right  I  should  enjoy. 
I  am  left  forsaken,  others  they  are  taken, 

Ah,  my  love,  why  dost  thou  so  ? 
Her  flatteries  beleeve  not,  come  to  me  and  grieve  not ! 

Wantons  will  thee  overthrow"  24 

The  Knight  with  his  fair  piece  at  length  the  Lady  spied, 

(Who  did  him  daily  fleece  of  his  wealth  and  store), 
Secretly  she  stood,  while  she  her  fashions  tryed, 

With  a  patient  mind,  while  deep  the  strumpet  swore  : 
"  0  Sir  Knight,"  quoth  she,  "  so  dearly  I  love  thee, 

My  life  doth  rest  at  thy  dispose. 
By  day  and  eke  by  night,  for  thy  sweet  delight, 

Thou  shalt  me  in  thy  arms  inclose. 
I  am  thine  for  ever,  still  I  will  persever 

True  to  thee,  where  ere  I  go." 
Her  flatteries  beleeve  not;  come  to  me,  and  grieve  not! 

Wantons  will  thee  overthrow.  36 


u 


Constance  of  Cleveland.  573 

The  vertuous  Lady  mild  enters  then  among  them, 

Being  big  with  child  as  ever  she  might  be. 
"With  distilling  tears,  she  looked  then  upon  them, 

Filled  full  of  fears,  thus  replyed  she  : 
Ah  !  my  love,  and  dear,  wherefore  stay  you  here  ? 

Refusing  me  your  loving  wife  ; 
For  an  harlot's  sake,  which  each  one  will  take, 

Whose  vile  deeds  provoke  much  strife  : 
Many  can  accuse  her,  0  my  love,  refuse'  her, 

"With  thy  lady  home  return  ! 
Her  flatteries  beleeve  not,  come  to  me,  and  grieve  not  ! 

Wantons  will  thee  overthrow"  48 

All  in  a  fury  then,  the  angry  Knight  up-started  : 

Very  furious  when  he  heard  his  Ladie's  speech. 
With  many  bitter  terms  his  wife  he  ever  thwarted, 

Using  hard  extreams  while  she  did  him  beseech. 
From  her  neck  so  white  he  took  away  in  spite 

Her  curious  chain  of  purest  gold, 
Her  Jewells  and  her  rings,  and  all  such  costly  things, 

As  he  about  her  did  behold. 
The  harlot  in  her  presence,  he  did  gentle  reverence, 

And  to  her  he  gave  them  all. 
He  sent  away  his  Lady,  full  of  wo  as  may  be, 

Who  in  a  swound  with  ^rief  did  fall.  GO 


&* 


[2Tftc  Second  ^Patt,  to  the  same  Tune.] 

At  the  Ladye's  wrong  the  Harlot  fleer'd  and  laughed  ; 

Enticements  are  so  strong,  they  overcome  the  wise  ; 
The  Knight  nothing  regarded  to  see  the  Lady  scoffed, 

Thus  was  she  rewarded  for  her  enterprize. 
The  Harlot  all  this  space  did  him  oft  imbrace, 

She  flatters  him,  and  thus  doth  say  : — 
For  thee  I'le  dye  and  live,  for  thee  my  Faith  I'le  give, 

No  wo  shall  work  my  love's  decay, 
Thou  shalt  be  my  treasure,  thou  shalt  be  my  pleasure, 

Thou  shalt  be  my  heart's  delight. 
I  will  be  thy  darling,  I  will  be  thy  worldling, 

In  despight  of  Fortune's  spight."  72 

Thus  he  did  remain  in  wastfull  great  expences, 
Till  it  bred  his  pain,  and  consum'd  him  quite. 

When  his  lands  were  spent,  troubled  in  his  sences, 
Then  he  did  repent  of  his  late  lewd  life. 


574  Constance  of  Cleveland. 

For  relief  lie  hyes,  for  relief  he  fiyes, 

To  them  on  whom  he  [had]  spent  his  gold  ; 
They  do  him  deny,  they  do  him  dcfie, 

They  Avill  not  once  his  face  behold. 
Being  thus  distressed,  being  thus  oppressed, 

In  the  fields  that  night  he  lay, 
Which  the  harlot  knowing,  through  her  malice  growing, 

Sought  to  take  his  life  away.  84 

A  young  and  proper  lad  they  had  slain  in  secret, 

For  the  gold  he  had,  whom  they  did  convey, 
By  a  Ruffian  lewd,  to  that  place  directly, 

Where  the  youthfull  Knight  fast  a-sleeping  lay. 
The  bloody  dagger  then,  wherewith  they  kill'd  the  man, 

Hard  by  the  knight  he  likewise  laid, 
Sprinkling  him  with  blood,  as  he  thought  it  good, 

And  then  no  longer  there  he  stayd. 
The  Knight  being  so  abused  was  forthwith  accused, 

For  this  murder  which  was  done ; 
And  he  was  condemned,  that  had  not  offended  : 

Shamefuil  death  he  might  not  shun.  96 


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When  the  Lady  bright  understood  the  matter, 

That  her  wedded  Knight  was  condemn'd  to  dye, 
To  the  King  she  went  with  all  the  speed  that  might  be  : 

Where  she  did  lament  her  hard  destiny. 
Noble  King  "  (quoth  she)  "  pitty  take  on  me, 

And  pardon  my  poor  husband's  life : 
Else  I  am  undone,  with  my  little  son  : 

Let  mercy  mitigate  this  grief." 
Lady  fair,  content  thee,  soon  thou  would' st  repent  thee, 

If  he  should  be  saved  so. 
Sore  he  hath  abus'd  thee,  sore  he  hath  misus'd  thee, 

Therefore,  Lady,  let  him  go."  108 

0  my  liege,"  quoth  she,  "  grant  your  gracious  favour, 
Dear  he  is  to  me,  though  he  did  me  wrong." 

The  King  reply'd  again,  with  a  stern  behaviour, 
"  A  Subject  he  hath  slain,  dye  he  shall  e're  long, 

Except  [that]  thou  canst  find  any  one  so  kind 
That  will  dye  and  let  him  free." 

Noble  King,"  she  said,  "  glad  am  I  apaid, 
That  same  person  will  I  be. 

1  will  suffer  duly,  I  will  suffer  truly, 
For  my  Love  and  husband's  sake." 

The  King  thereat  amazed,  though  he  her  beauty  praised, 
He  bad[e]  from  thence  they  should  her  take.  120 


Constance  of  Cleveland.  575 

It  was  the  King's  command,  on  the  morrow  after, 

She  should  out  of  hand  to  the  Scaffold  go  : 
Her  husband  was  to  bear  meanwhile  the  sword  before  her, 

He  must  eke,  alas  !  give  the  deadly  blow. 
He  refus'd  the  deed,  she  bid  him  proceed, 

With  a  thousand  kisses  sweet. 
In  this  wofull  case,  they  did  both  imbrace, 

Which  mov'd  the  Ruffians  in  the  place 
Straight  for  to  discover  this  concealed  murder, 

Whereby  the  Lady  saved  was. 
The  harlot  then  was  [starved],  as  she  well  deserved :  ["hanged." 

This  did  virtue  bring  to  passe.  132 

Printed  for  F.  Coles,  J.  W\rigU\  T.  Fere,  JF.  Gilbertson. 

[In  Black-letter.  Three  woodcuts :  1st,  the  woman  and  man  on  p.  209  ;  2nd, 
the  black-hatted  figure  of  p.  281,  Left;  3rd,  the  Woman  in  hoop  with  feather- 
fan,  of  vol.  i.  253.  Date  of  original  issue,  as  registered,  13th  June,  1603.  Our 
exemplar  was  printed  later,  after  the  Pepysian  (for  Coles,  Yere,  Wright,  and 
Clarke),  c.  1655.     The  penultimate  line  "might  have  rhymed,"  says  Horatio.] 

€&c  Jftcto  T5aloo> 

"  Peace,  wayward  bairn  !  0  cease  thy  mone  ! 

Thy  far  more  wayward  Daddy's  gone, 

And  never  will  recalled  be 

By  cryes  of  either  thee  or  me  : 

For  should  we  cry  until  we  dye, 

We  could  not  scant  his  cruelty.     Ballow,  Sallow,  etc. 
"  He  needs  might  in  himself  foresee 

What  thou  successively  might'st  be ; 

And  could  he  then  (though  me  forego) 

His  Infant  leave  'ere  he  did  know 

How  like  the  Dad  would  be  the  Lad, 

lu  time  to  make  fond  maidens  glad?  Ballow,  Balloty"  etc. 
— Brome's  Northern  Basse,  Act.  iv.  Sc.  4,  1632. 

ri^HERE  have  been  acrimonious  controversies  carried  on,  without 
1  dignity  or  knowledge,  in  recent  years,  concerning  one  or 
other  of  the  versions  extant  of  a  song  known  as  "Baloo"  or  "  Baloiv 
my  Babe  !  "  We  can  first  settle  the  authorship  of  the  original  Balloo 
"Lullaby" — the  writer  of  which  was  neither  Scotchman  nor 
Scotchwoman,  Lady  Anne  Bothwell  or  'Lady'  Wardlaw  (Robert 
Chambers's  Mrs.  Harris,  supposed  to  have  written  everything  Scotch, 
and  much  more,  in  ballad  literature,  at  beginning  of  18th  century)  ; 
but  an  Englishman  whose  date  was  circa  1545-1626,  viz.  Nicholas 
Breton;  who  had  printed  the  original  'Sweet  Lullabie '  in  his 
1  Arbor  of  Amorous  Deuices,''  159f.  It  is  strange  that  this  poem, 
(so  popular  when  reprinted  as  a  street-song  that  we  are  able  to 
record  five  exemplars)  was  not  recognised  as  his,  although  little 
changed  on  the  broadsides.     There  is  only  one  copy  of  the  book, 


57G  The  New  Baloo  Ballad. 

and  that  imperfect ;  preserved  at  Trinity  College,  Cambridge.  The 
Rev.  Dr.  A.  B.  Grosart  reprinted  it  in  the  Works  of  Nicholas  Breton 
(sec  his  excellent  Chertsey  Worthies'  Library,  1879,  Part  80). 

We  add  here  "  A  Sweet  Lullabie,"  on  p.  580,  for  comparison  with 
our  "  New  Balow,"  because  there  are  corruptions  of  text  in 
Boxluryhe  Ballads,  vol.  ii.  p.  525.  The  poem  deserves  to  be  seen 
in  its  integrity.     It  is  the  fountain-head  of  all  the  Balloo  rivulets. 

It  is  indeed  a  "  Siveet  Lullaby."  As  a  broadside  ballad,  with  corruptions  and 
variations  of  text,  it  is  in  Roxb.  Coll.,  I.  387  ;  Bag-ford  Coll.,  I.  56  ;  II.  151  (no 
p.  n.) ;  Pepys,  I.  480  ;  Douce,  II.  206.  The  Roxb.  was  '  Printed  by  and  for 
A.M.  (that  is,  Andrew  Milbourne),  and  Sold  by  the  Booksellers  of  London.' 

The  next  in  date  appears  to  be  the  version  {vide  Percy  Folio  MS.,  hi.  516), 
in  Elizabeth  Rogers's  MS.  Virginal  Book  (Addit.  MS.,  10,337),  beginning 
"  Baloo,  my  boy,  lye  still  and  weep!  "  In  John  Gamble's  MS.,  with  the  music, 
of  date  1649,  the  first  line  is  "Ballowe,  my  babe,  lye  still  andsleepe."  Pinkerton's 
MS.,  4to.,  46,  'The  Ballow  (Allane's),'  begins,  "Balow,  my  babe,  fiowne  not 
on  me;  who  still,"  etc.  This  has  seven  stanzas.  In  Palmer's  MS.,  six  stanzas, 
the  commencement  is  "Balow,  my  babe,  ly  still  and  sleepe !  It  grieves,"  etc. 
Percy  Folio  MS.,  iii.  522,  followed  by  Dr.  Thomas  Percy,  has  "Balow,  my 
babe,  lye  still  and  sleepe  !  It  greeues  me  sore  to  see  thee  weepe  ;  "  etc.  We  now 
reprint  "The  New  Balow;  or,  A  Wenche's  Lamentation,"  etc.,  1626-27,  be- 
ginning "  Balow,  my  babe,  weep  not  for  me."  (We  need  scarcely  mention  the 
composite  and  'popular'  versions,  in  Whitelaw's  Scottish  Ballads,  196;  whence 
comes  the  copy  in  Illustrated  Book  of  Scottish  Songs,  p.  340  ;  or  one  in  Watson'1  a 
Choice  Collection  of  Scots  Poems,  iii.  p.  79,  1711,  claimed  as  Scottish  and  there 
first  entitled  "Lady  Anne  BothioelVs  Lament;"  followed  similarly  in  Allan 
Ramsay's  Tea-Table  Miscellany,  1725,  vol.  ii.  Some  modern  issues  are  in  S. 
C.  Hall's  Book  of  British  Ballads,  p.  411,  and  in  Robert  Chambers's  Scottish 
Ballads;  W.  E.  Aytoun's  Ballads  of  Scotland,  ii.  44,  1858. 

Our  Roxburghe  Ballad  on  next  page  is  a  probably  unique  broadside  and  has 
been  reprinted  once  only  to  our  knowledge,  viz.  iu  R.  H.  Evans's  Old  Ballads. 
vol.  i.  p.  259,  1810.  As  "  Baloe  my  Babe,"  it  was  early  entered  to  Margaret 
Trundle  in  Stationers'  Registers,  under  date  of  1626-27,  among  the  Ballades, 
Book  I),  fol.  145  =  Transcript,  iv.  p.  181. 

In  our  Amanda  Group  of  Bay  ford  Poems,  1880  (No.  20  of  Ballad  Society 
Publications),  p.  *477,  we  reprinted  a  rare  imitation,  four  stanzas,  entitled 
"  The  Forsaken  Maid.  To  the  tune  of  '  Balloo.'  "  From  the  Drollery  Mock 
Songs  and  Joking  Poems,  1675,  p.  126.  It  begins,  "  My  dearest  Baby,  prethee 
sleep,  it  grieves  me  sore  to  see  thee  weep."     We  need  not  repeat  it  here. 

*#*  The  supposed  Scottish  origin,  a  hundred  years  too  late,  and  all  the  sense- 
less chatter  about  Lady  Anne  Bothwell,  may  be  consigned  to  Mr.  Donnelly  and 
his  '  Hang-Hog  is  the  Latin  for  Bacon'  crypto-grammarification. 

By  the  way:  of  all  the  idiotic  'fads,'  or  fraudulent  misrepresentations,  utterly 
unworthy  of  acceptance  by  any  person  outside  of  Earlswood  Asylum,  Hanwell, 
Colney-Hatch.  or  Morningside,  the  Delia-Bacon  craze  or  Bacon-dethronement-of- 
Shakespeare  pretence,  re-issued  by  Donnelly  and  Co.,  Limited  (illegitimately 
shooting  leaden  pellets,  across  the  stalking-horses  of  the  Nineteenth  Century 
and  Daily  Telegraph,  long  before  the  still-unrealized  production  of  distinct 
evidence  or  proofs,  Feb.  '88),  was  the  most  audacious  and  culpable  slander  of  the 
greatest  Englishman  ever  born.  It  came,  as  immoral  dynamite,  from  an  Irish- 
American.  Shakespeare  answered  him  anticipatively  in  Twelfth  Night,  ii.  5  :  — 
Malvolio. — "  What  should  that  alphabetical  position  portend?  " 
Fabian. — "  Did  not  I  say  he  would  work  it  out  ?  the  cur  is  excellent  at  faults  ?  " 


B 


577 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  573.     Probably  unique.] 

Ci)e  Jl5e\D  Batoto ; 

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fieatt,  ge  Ijaumg  left  get  toitj)  a  Babe  to  plau  get, 
being  tge  fmm  of  get  j?ollp* 

The  tune  is,  Balow.     [See  previous  page.] 

>Alow,  my  Babe,  weep  not  for  me, 

Whose  greatest  grief's  for  wronging  thee ; 
But  pity  her  deserving  smart, 
Who  can  but  blame  her  own  kind  heart, 
For  trusting  to  a  nattering  friend  ; 
The  fairest  tongue,  the  falsest  mind. 

Balow,  my  babe,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  7 

Balow,  my  Babe,  ly  still  and  sleep, 
It  grieves  me  sore  to  hear  thee  weep  : 
If  thou  be  still  I  will  be  glad, 
Thy  weeping  makes  thy  mother  sad  ; 
Balow,  my  boy,  thy  mother's  joy, 
Thy  father  wrought  me  great  annoy. 

Balow,  balow  [weep  not  for  me]',  etc.  14 

First  when  he  came  to  court  my  love, 
With  sugred  words  he  did  me  move  : 
His  flattering  and  fained  chear 
To  me  that  time  did  not  appear. 
But  now,  I  see  that  cruel  he 
Cares  neither  for  my  babe  nor  me. 

Balow,  balow,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  21 

I  cannot  choose  but  love  him  still, 
Altho'  that  he  hath  done  me  ill  ; 
For  he  hath  stolen  away  my  heart, 
And  from  him  it  cannot  depart : 
In  weal  or  woe,  where  ere  he  go, 
I'le  love  him,  though  he  be  my  foe. 

Balow,  balow,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  28 

But  peace,  my  comfort !  curse  not  him, 
Who  now  in  seas  of  grief  doth  swim, 
Perhaps  of  Death  :  for  who  can  tell 
Whether  the  Judge  of  heaven  or  hell, 
By  some  predestinated  death, 
lievenging  me,  hath  stopt  his  breath, 

Balow,  baloiv,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  35 

VOL.   VI.  2   p 


578  The  Neio  Balow. 

If  I  were  near  those  fatal  bounds, 

"Where  he  ly[es]  groaning  in  his  wounds, 

Repeating  as  he  pants  for  breath, 

Her  name  that  wounds  more  deep  than  death, 

O  then  what  woman's  heart  so  strong 

Would  not  forget  the  greatest  wrong? 

Balow,  balow,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  42 

If  linen  lack,  for  my  love's  sake, 
Whom  I  once  loved,  then  would  I  take 
My  smock  even  from  my  body  meet, 
And  wrap  him  in  that  winding  sheet  ; 
Ay  me  !  how  happy  had  I  bin, 
If  he  had  nere  been  wrapt  therein. 

Balow,  balow,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  49 

Balow,  my  babe,  spare  thou  thy  tears, 
Until  thou  come  to  wit  and  years ; 
Thy  griefs  are  gathering  to  a  sum, 
Heaven  grant  thee  patience  till  they  come  : 
A  mother's  fault,  a  father's  shame, 
A  hapless  state,  a  bastard's  name. 

Balow,  balow,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  56 

Be  still,  my  babe,  and  sleep  awhile, 

And  when  thou  wakes  then  sweetly  smile  ! 

But  smile  not  as  thy  father  did 

To  c[o]usen  maids  :   0  heaven,  forbid  ! 

And  yet  into  thy  face  I  see 

Thy  father  dear,  which  tempted  me. 

Balow,  balow,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  63 

Balow,  my  babe  !  0  follow  not 
His  faithless  steps  who  thee  begot, 
Nor  glory  in  a  maid's  disgrace, 
For  thou  art  his  too  much,  alace  ! 
And  in  thy  looking  eyes  I  read 
Who  overthrew  my  maiden-head. 

Balow,  balow,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  70 

0 !  if  I  were  a  maid  again, 

All  young  men's  flatteries  I'd  refrain  : 

Because  unto  my  grief  I  find 

That  they  are  faithless  and  unkind  ; 

Their  tempting  terms  hath  bred  my  harm, 

Bear  witness,  babe,  lyes  in  my  arm. 

Balow,  balow,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc.  77 


The  New  Balow. 


579 


Balow  my  babe,  spare  yet  thy  tears, 
Until  thou  come  to  wit  and  years  ; 
Perhaps  yet  thou  may['st]  come  to  be 
A  courteour  by  disdaining  me  : 
Poor  me,  poor  me !  alas,  poor  me  ! 
My  own  two  eyes  have  blinded  me. 
Balow,  balow,  \_weep  not  for  me"],  etc. 

On  Love  and  fortune  I  complain, 
On  them,  and  on  my  self  also  : 
But  most  of  all  mine  own  two  eyes 
The  chiefest  workers  of  my  wo  ; 
For  they  have  caused  so  my  smart, 
That  I  must  die  without  a  heart. 
Balow,  balow,  [weep  not  for  me],  etc. 

Balow,  my  babe,  thy  father's  dead — 
To  me  the  Prodigal  hath  plaid : 
Of  heaven  and  earth  regardless,  he 
Prefer'd  the  wars  to  me  and  thee. 
I  doubt  that  now  his  cursing  mind 
Make  him  eat  accorns  with  the  swine. 
Balow,  balow,  \ioeep  not  for  me],  etc. 

Farewel,  farewel,  most  faithless  youth 
That  ever  kist  a  woman's  mouth  ! 
Let  never  a  woman  after  me 
Submit  unto  the  curtesie  ; 
For  if  she  do,  O  cruel  thou, 
Would  wrong  them  :   0  who  can  tell  how  ? 
Balow,  balow,  \_weep  not  for  me],  etc. 

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91 


98 


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COme,  little  babe,  come  silly  soule, 
Thy  father's  shame,  thy  mother's  griefe, 
Borne  as  I  doubt  to  all  our  dole, 
And  to  thy  selfe  vnhappie  cbiefe  : 
Sing  Lullabie  and  lap  it  warme, 
Poore  soule  that,  thinkes  no  creature  barme. 

Thou  little  think'st,  and  lesse  doost  knowe, 

The  cause  of  this  thy  mother's  moane ; 
Thou  want'st  the  wit  to  waile  her  woe, 
And  I  my  selfe  am  all  alone  : 

Why  doost  thou  weepe?  why  doost  thou  waile  ? 

And  knowest  not  yet  what  thou  doost  ayle.  1 2 

Come,  little  wretch,  ah  silly  heart ! 

Mine  onely  ioy,  what  can  I  more? 
If  there  be  any  wrong  thy  smart, 
That  may  the  destinies  implore  : 

'Twas  I,  I  say,  against  my  will, 
I  wayle  the  time,  but  be  thou  still. 

And  doest  tbou  smile,  oh  thy  sweete  face, 
Would  God  himselfe  he  might  thee  see, 
No  doubt  tbou  would'st  soon  purcbace  grace, 
1  know  right  well,  for  thee  and  mee  ; 

But  come  to  mother,  babe,  and  play, 

For  father  false  is  fled  away.  24 

Sweet  boy,  if  it  by  fortune  chance, 
Thy  father  home  againe  to  send, 
If  death  do  strike  me  with  his  launce, 
Yet  may'st  thou  me  to  him  comend  : 
If  any  aske  thy  mother's  name, 
Tell  how  by  loue  she  purchast  blame. 

Then  will  his  gentle  heart  soone  yeeld, 

I  know  him  of  a  noble  minde, 
Although  a  Lyon  in  the  field, 

A  Lamb  in  towne  thou  sbalt  him  finde  : 
Aske  blessing  babe,  be  not  afrayde, 
His  sugred  words  hath  me  betrayde.  36 

Then  may'st  thou  ioy  and  be  right  glad, 

Although  in  woe  I  seeme  to  moane, 
Thy  father  is  no  Bascall  lad, 

A  noble  youth  of  blood  and  boane  : 

His  glancing  lookes,  if  he  once  smile, 
Bight  honest  women  may  beguile. 

Come,  little  boy,  and  rocke  a  sleepe, 

Sing  lullabie,  and  be  thou  still ; 
I  that  can  doe  nought  else  but  weepe, 
Wil  sit  by  thee  and  waile  my  fill  : 

God  blesse  my  babe,  and  lullabie, 

From  this  thy  father's  nualitie.  48 

Finis.  [By  Nicholas  Breton.] 

[Printed  by  R.I.  (Richard  Jones),  in  The  Arbor  of  Amorous  Deuices,  159;^ . I 


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581 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  579.] 

[JHontrosc's  Emics ;  ©r,] 

%  proper  jl?eto  BailatL 

To  the  Tune  of,  Vie  never  Love  thee  more.1 

MY  dear  and  only  love,  I  pray- 
That  little  World  of  thee 
Be  govern'd  hy  no  other  sway 

But  purest  Monarchie  ; 
For  if  Confusion  have  a  part, 

Which  vertuous  souls  abhore, 
I'le  call  a  Synod  in  my  heart,  1643. 

And  never  love  thee  more.  8 

As  Alexander  I  will  reign, 

And  I  will  reign  alone; 
My  thoughts  did  ever  yet  disdain 

A  Rival  on  my  Throne. 
He  either  fears  his  fate  too  much, 

Or  his  deserts  are  small, 
That  dares  not  put  it  to  the  touch, 

To  gain  or  lose  it  all.  [mUp  i '  at  all.' 

But  I  will  reign  and  govern  still, 

And  alwayes  give  the  Law, 
And  have  each  Subject  at  my  will, 

And  all  to  stand  in  aw[e]  : 
But  'gainst  my  Batteries  if  I  find 

Thou  kick,  or  vex  me  sore,  [«■  *•»  'storm.' 

As  that  thou  set  me  up  a  blind,  tAs  if  •  me  as  a- 

Pie  never  love  thee  more.  21 

And  in  the  Empire  of  thy  heart, 

AYhere  I  should  solely  be, 
If  others  do  pretend  a  part, 

Or  dare  to  share  with  me  :  I"  dares." 

Or  Committees  if  thou  erect,  [pron.  Committees. 

And  go  on  such  a  score  : 
I'le  laugh  and  smile  at  thy  neglect,      la-1-  smiline  mock- 

And  never  lore  thee  more.  32 

1  On  p.  557  we  mentioned  this  tune  of  Vll  never  love  thee  wore,  which  takes  its 
name  from  the  burden  of  the  original  anonymous  song  beginning  "  My  dear  and 
only  Love,  take  heed,"  of  date  circa  1625",  antecedent  to  the  spirited  lines  of 
Montrose  by  nearly  a  score  of  years.  Although  thus  written  earlier,  the  original 
here  appears  as  a  Second  Part,  on  p.  582  ;  having  been  dragged  at  the  chariot- 
wheels  of  the  Conqueror,  to  swell  his  triumph. 


582  A  Proper  New  Ballad  :  "  I'll  never  love  thee  more." 

But  if  thou  will  prove  faithful  then,     , 

And  constant  in  thy  word, 
I'le  make  thee  glorious  hy  my  Pen, 

And  famous  hy  my  Sword  : 
I'le  serve  thee  in  such  nohle  [ways],  ["sort." 

Was  never  heard  before: 
I'le  crown  and  deck  thy  head  with  bays, 

And  lore  thee  more  and  wore.  40 

[By  James  Grahame,  Marquis  of  Montrose. 

\_Note. — Other  versions  "  But  if  no  faithless  action  stain  thy  love  and  constant 
word,  I'll  make  thee  famous  by  my  pen,  and  glorious  by  my  sword."  Here  end 
'  Montrose's  lines,'  as  they  are  styled  in  MS.,  early  written  on  the  broadside.] 

i&ty  Scccmti  $  art  [not  by  Montrose.] 

MY  dear  and  only  love,  take  heed,  how  thou  thy  self  expose, 
Let  not  a[ll]  longing  lovers  feed  upon  such  looks  as  those  : 
.'le  marble- wall  thee  round  about,  my  self  shall  be  the  door, 
And  if  thy  heart  chance  to  slide  out,  Fie  never  love  thee  more. 

Let  not  th[eir]  oaths,  like  volies  shot,  make  any  breach  at  all,        ['thy.' 
Nor  smoothness  of  their  language  plot  which  way  to  scale  the  wa"  > 

Nor  balls  of  wild-tire  love  consume  the  Shrine  which  I  adore, 

For  if  such  smoak  about  thee  fume,  Fie  never  love  thee  more.    C  foam.' 

I  know  thy  vertues  be  too  strong  to  suffer  by  surprise  ; 

If  that  thou  slight'st  their  love  so  long,  their  siege  at  last  will  rise, 
And  leave  thee  conqueror  in  thy  health  and  state  thou  was[t]  before, 

[Yet]  if  thou  prove  a  commou  wealth,  Fie  never  love  thee  more. 

But  if  by  fraud,  or  by  deceit,  thy  heart  to  mine  come, 

I'le  sound  no  trumpet  as  I  wont,  nor  march  by  tuck  of  drum  : 

But  hold  my  arms  as  Ensigns  up,  thy  falsehood  to  deplore  ; 
And  after  sigh,  and  bitter  weep,  that  e're  /  lov'd  so  sore. ' 

I'le  do  with  thee  as  Nero  did,  when  Rome  he  set  on  fire  : 

Not  only  all  relief  forbid,  but  to  an  hill  retire  : 
And  scorn  to  shed  a  tear  to  save  thy  spirit  grown  so  poor,  p  smile.' 

But  laugh  and  [sing]  thee  to  thy  grave,  and  never  love  thee  more. 

[Here  ends  the  original  song,  as  in  Wit  and  Drollery,  p.  S3,  1656.     This  un- 
authorized portion  is  virtually  a  Third  Part,  of  less  merit,  anonymous.] 

rFHen  shall  my  heart  be  set  hy  thine,  hut  in  far  different  case, 
_L      For  mine  was  true  ;  so  was  not  thine,  but  lookt  like  Janus  face. 
Thy  beauty  shin'd  at  first  so  bright,  and  woe  is  me  therefore  ! 
That  e're  I  found  the  love  so  bright,  that  I  coidd  love  no  more. 

My  heart  shall  with  the  Sun  he  fixt,  for  constancie  most  strange ; 

And  thine  shall  with  the  Moon  he  mixt,  delighting  still  in  change  : 
For  as  thou  waves  with  everie  wind,  and  sails  through  everie  shore, 

And  leaves  my  constant  heart  behind,  how  can  I  love  thee  more  ? 

1  Al.  lect.,  preferable  : — And  after  such  a  bitter  cup,  Fie  never  love  thee  more. 


A  Proper  New  Ballad  :  "  I'll  never  love  thee  more."  583 

Yet  for  the  love  I  bare  thee  once,  lest  that  thy  name  should  die, 
A  monument  of  marble  stone,  the  truth  shall  testifie  ; 

That  every  Pilgrim  passing  by  may  pity  and  deplore, 
And  sighing  read  the  reason  why  /  cannot  love  thee  more. 

The  golden  Laws  of  Love  shall  be  upon  these  pillars  hung, 
A  single  heart,  a  simple  eye,  a  true  and  constant  tongue  : 

Let  no  man  for  more  loves  pretend,  than  he  hath  hearts  in  store  : 
True  love  begun  will  never  end,  love  one  and  love  no  more. 

And  when  all  gallants,  led  about,  this  monument  to  view, —       ["lead." 
It's  written  both  within  and  out,  thou'rt  treacherous,  I  true  : 

Then  in  a  passion  they  shall  pause,  and  thus  [cry,]  sighing  sore, 
"  Alas  !  he  had  too  just  a  cause,  never  to  love  thee  more." 

And  when  the  'tressing  gods  do  face,  from  East  to  West  doth  flee, 
They  shall  record  it,  to  thy  shame,  how  thou  hast  loved  me  : 

And  how  in  odds  our  love's  been  such  as  few  hath  been  before, 
Thou  lov'd  too  many,  I  too  much  :  that  I  can  love  no  more. 

The  misty  mounts,  the  smoking  lakes,  the  rocks'  resounding  echo, 
The  whistling  winds,  the  woods  that  shake,  shall  all  with  me  sing  hey  ho : 

The  tossing  seas,  the  tumbling  boats,  tears  dropping  from  each  oar, 
Shall  tune  with  me  their  turtle  notes,  Fie  never  love  thee  more. 

Yet  as  the  turtle  chastfe]  and  true  her  fellow  so  regrates, 
And  daily  sighs  for  her  adieu,  that  ne're  renews  her  notes  : 

But  though  thy  faith  was  never  fast,  which  grieves  me  wondrous  sore, 
Yet  I  shall  live  in  love  so  chast[ej,  that  I  shall  love  no  more. 

Jim's. 

[Xo  publisher's  name,  or  woodcut.  "White-letter.  Early  part  called  in  MS. 
"  Montrose's  Lynes."  Date  of  his  portion,  soon  after  1643.  In  the  Douce 
Collection,  I.  101  verso,  to  the  same  tune,  is  a  ballad  beginning,  "  My  dear  and 
only  joy,  take  heed,"  entitled.  "  I'll  never  love  thee  more  ;  being  the  Forsaken 
Lover's  Farewell  to  his  Fickle  Mistress."  In  Rawlinson  Coll.,  190  verso,  is 
"  My  dear  and  only  love,  take  heed,"  similar  to  our  second  part;  also  Pepys 
Coll.,  III.  266,  the  original  ballad  (eight  stanzas,  similar  to  our  Second  Part, 
p.  582)  ;  it  is  entitled  "  He  never  Love  thee  more;  being  a  true  Love-Song 
between  a  young  Man  and  a  Maid.  To  a  new  Tuue,  called,  0  no,  no,  no,  not 
yet ! "  It  has  the  same  beginning,  etc.,  as  ours,  "  My  dear  and  only  Love,  take 
heed."  London,  printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  J.  Wright,  and  /.  Clarke. 
Douce's  broadside  is  a  distinct  issue,  printed  for  Win.  Whitwood,  at  the  Golden 
Lyon,  in  Fuck-lane.'] 

\*  Although  of  little  merit  intrinsically,  three  Roxburghe  Ballads  are  here 
for  the  first  time  reprinted,  one  of  them  appointed  to  be  sung  to  the  same  tune  ; 
and  the  other  two  (themselves  connected  together  by  names  and  subject)  probably 
taking  it  as  an  alternative  tune,  instead  of  The  Bonny  Broom,  both  the  latter 
ballads  treat  of  Fiaphantas  and  Caridora.  All  three  were  printed  in  sequence, 
on  one  side  of  a  sheet  (unique),  and  are  in  the  same  measure.  "We  cannot  affirm 
that  they  were  distinguishedly  '  beautiful  in  their  lives,'  but  'in  their  death  they 
were  not  divided.'  (For  the  tune  of  The  Bonny  Broom  see  "Win.  Chappell's 
Popular  Music,  p.  461.)  Until  we  find  proof  to  the  contrary,  we  shall  regard 
the  three  songs  as  portions  of  one  story.     See  the  Trots  etoiles  Note  on  p.  586. 


58 1 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  574.     Probably  unique.] 

a  proper  JIMu  Lallan; 

13cfnrf  tTjc  l\cgvatr  of  a  true  ILaber  for  Ijts  JHt'striss'  SXnfcmbncssc. 

To  a  new  Tune,  77e  ever  love  thee  more. 

I  "Wish  I  were  those  gloves,  dear  heart,  which  could  thy  hands  inshrine  ; 
Then  should  no  sorrow,  grief,  nor  smart,  molest  this  heart  of  mine  : 
Hut  since  the  Fates  doth  this  deny,  which  leaves  me  to  deplore, 
My  dribling  eyes  shall  never  dry,  until  thou  love  me  more. 

But  0  !  that  I  might  shrouded  be  within  these  arms  of  thine, 

And  that  my  soul  might  say  of  thee,  that  thou  were  freely  mine  : 

Then  prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  would  thee,  doubtlesse,  still  adore, 

And  so  in  spight  of  Fate  I  should  essay  to  love  thee  more.  16 

I  shall  defy  that  mortal  Wight,  enjoy  thee  who  so  will, 

Than  I  to  soar  an  higher  flight  in  love,  or  mount  me  till :  [till  =  Until. 

But  since  to  one  I  must  residue  thee  quite,  and  give  thee  o're, 

I'le  love  him  for  that  face  of  thine,  which  made  me  love  thee  more. 

Nay,  sure,  some  sacred  Angel  haunts  within  that  heart  of  thine, 

"Whose  secret  power  my  soul  enchants,  which  from  thy  eyes  do  shine  : 

But  0  !  that  1  could  thee  inflame,  as  I  did  him  implore, 

That  so  by  reason  of  the  same,  thou  yet  might  love  me  more.  32 

But  happie  is  thy  servant  sure,  that  such  a  love  enjoies, 
"Whose  smiles  does  all  disasters  cure,  whose  frowns  breeds  all  annoies  : 
As  Phcebus,  breaking  through  the  cloud,  gives  heat  and  light  in  store, 
So  when  thou  doth  thine  eyes  unshroude,  they  make  me  love  thee  more. 

I  wish  I  were  a  Hauk,  to  soar  within  the  skie  of  love, 

And  that  thou  metamorphos'd  were  into  a  Turtle  Dove  : 

There  would  I  catch  thee  with  delight,  with  pleasure  plum[e]  thee  o're, 

And  so  should  none  beneath  our  flight  attempt  to  love  thee  more.  IS 

Thy  face  is  as  a  heaven  which  holds  two  shining  suns  of  love, 
The  which  thine  eye-lids  clouds  infold,  in  ivoiie  orbs  they  move  : 
Their  absence  makes  me  like  to  die,  their  presence  burns  me  sore ; 
So  still  in  these  extreanis  I  lie,  and  yet  must  love  thee  more. 

To  lodge  betwixt  those  ivorie  hills,  which  in  thy  bosom  dwells, 

From  whence  the  sugred  nectar  trills,  in  sweetness  that  excells  ; 

There  would  I  surfeit  with  delight,  my  self,  and  ne're  give  o're, 

Till  love  should  so  our  souls  unite,  as  ay  to  love  thee  more.  64 

I  like  the  Salamander  am,  that  in  the  fire  remains, 

And  not  consumed  with  the  flame,  I  live  in  pleasant  pains  : 

0  !  that  these  bodies  were  to  act,  as  free  as  minds  to  soarc, 
Then  surely  I  at  length  would  make  my  Zasse  to  love  me  more. 

Since  of  the  days  desires  our  dreams  the  true  ideas  are, 

1  wish  that  of  mine  eyes  the  beams  in  sleep  inclosed  were  : 
That  slumbring  I  might  thee  possess,  whom  daylie  I  adore, 

For  waking  I  dare  scarce  transgress,  and  yet  must  love  thee  more.  80 

But  yet  if  thou  would  condescend  unto  my  dear  request, 

And  suffer  me  my  health  to  spend,  upon  thy  candid  breast :  [  =  Candida. 

Then  surelie  I,  or  ever  let,  imperiously  would  soare,  [fc<  =  hindered. 

As  praising  thee  at  highest  rate,  and  so  would  love  thee  more. 


The  Regret  of  a  True  Lover.  585 

Some  comfort  unto  those  belong,  who  common  lovers  be, 

Since  they  upon  surmise  of  wrong,  can  set  their  fancie  free  : 

But  should  1  die  by  thy  disdain,  which  others  would  abhore, 

My  pure  affection  shall,  unstain'd,  aspire  to  love  thee  more.  96 

Then  let  not  black  ingratitude  so  dear  a  Saint  disgrace, 

For  it  would  taint  the  finest  blood,  and  stain  the  fairest  face  : 

Since  thou  mayest  love,  and  yet  be  chast,  and  still  behind  have  store, 

Then  slight  not  him  who  doth  attest  the  gods,  he' I  love  thee  more. 

JFinfa. 

Diap&antas'  cDQorDs  to  CariDora,  upon  a  Disaster. 

rpHe  sweetest  saint  incene'd  may  be,  and  for  a  moment  mov'd 
_L     To  wrath  by  some  disaster  hie,  against  her  best  belov'd : 
But  let  it  be,  I  were  thy  foe,  as  first  Tie  lose  this  breath, 
Thou  should'st  not  suffer  down  to  go  the  sun  upon  thy  wrath. 

"  I'le  only  curse  the  sullen  star,  reveal'd  th'  unhnppie  hour, 
Which  did  me  from  thy  presence  bar  by  his  malignant  power  : 
That  planet  I  shall  still  allow,  while  as  I  here  remain, 
"Whose  bless'd  aspect  shall  bring  me  to  my  first  estate  again.  16 

"  But  yet  these  strains  which  I  to  thee  in  favour  did  impart, 
Thou  slighted  them,  which  threw  on  me  a  deadlie  wounding  dart  : 
And  yet  1  shall  be  loath  to  grieve  thee  in  the  least  degree, 
For  thou  shalt  Gharidora  live,  I  Diaphantas  die.  [sic. 

"  In  holie  writs  heavens  pardons  such,  [who]  true  as  infants  be,  ['as.'] 

But  I  could  wish  to  weep  as  much  for  sin's  I  mourn  for  thee  : 
Resemble  then  these  heavenlie  powers,  and  grant  him  thy  good  will, 
Who  wishes  all  to  you  and  yours,  that  heaven  can  bring  you  till.    [  =to.    32 

"  How  like  am  I  unto  a  [K]night,  that  dwells  beneath  the  Pole  ! 
Who  entertains  a  six  months'  night  before  their  suu  doth  role  : 
Since  in  thy  absence  night  doth  lie,  thy  presence  shineth  clear, 
Lend  but  the  twilight  of  thine  eye,  to  make  my  day  appear. 

"  So  shall  my  leaden  spirits  rise  from  out  this  bed  of  care, 
To  welcome  thee  into  our  skies,  which  now  in  darkness  are  : 
But  if  my  suit  thou  shalt  denie,  and  render  frowns  for  love, 
Then  shall  that  stain  upon  thee  lie,  while  I  shall  constant  prove.  48 

"  The  ship  that  cuts  the  aisure  tide,  and  from  her  course  is  driven     [=  azure. 
By  tempest,  the  magnettick  guide  yet  brings  her  to  the  haven  : 
So  we,  in  midst  of  Nature's  main,  when  passion's  storms  do  blow, 
Are  driven  averse,  yet  back  again  by  love  are  led  also. 

"  Since  grace  and  nature  doth  agree,  things  striving  to  restore, 
Shall  such  a'stain  be  found  in  thee  ?  the  saint  whom  I  adore, 
As  to  denie  for  to  be  led  by  grace,  and  stop  thine  ears, 
0  do  not !  lest  for  thee  I  shed  my  sanguine  drops  in  tears."  64 

Jmt'g. 

[In  Black-letter.  No  woodcut.  What  follows,  in  a  continuation,  may  be  a  reply 
to  a  Pepysian  ballad,  being  marked  to  the  same  tune  as  it  is,  vis.  The  bomn/ 
bonny  Broom,  yet  it  evidently  is  connected  with  our  two  preceding  ballads,  and 
could  be  sung  to  the  tune  of  "  Montrose's  Lines,"  My  dear  and  only  love,  I 
pray"  =I'U  never  love  thee  more.     Note  the  Scotticism  tilt  =  to,  in  them  both.] 


586 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  575.     Probably  unique.] 

€bc  jForlorn  Letter's  Lament. 

To  the  tune  of,  The  bon[n]y  Broom.     [See  Note,  below.] 

Sir,  do  not  think  these  lines  have  flow'd  from  youthful  hearts  or  hands, 
But  from  a  friend,  who's  thrice  conjoiu'd  in  Hymen's  holy  bands  : 
Nor  Oharidora  did  not  prove,  by  half  so  much  unkind 
To  Biaphantes,  since  his  love  could  never  match  my  mind. 

"  Nor  Coradon,  who  turn'd  his  song,  and  sorrows  to  the  Broom,  [n.u. 

Could  never  match  witli  me  iu  wrong,  which  shows  me  to  consume  : 
Poor  Lovers  in  this  lovelesse  age  are  left  to  mourn  alone. 
And  wondred  at  by  such  as  rage  my  love  to  look  upon.  16 

"  Even  as  the  Lillie  in  the  hedge  is  prick'd  on  either  side, 
So  I'm  tormented  by  the  rage  of  those  who  swell  with  pride  : 
The  surges  of  the  swelling  tide,  and  the  walls  broad  that  he, 
As  yet  they  never  could  divide  my  heart  from  loving  thee. 

"  I  live  in  anguish,  grief,  and  smart,  for  thou  enjoyest  mine, 
And  I  must  live  without  an  heart,  until  thou  send  me  thine  : 
Which  if  thou  could  incline  to  do,  it  should  such  comfort  send, 
To  me,  who  comfortlesse  am  now,  and  like  my  life  to  end.  32 

"  For  I  should  take  it  as  a  pledge,  since  thou  hast  mine  from  me, 
Least  I  should  die  without  an  heart,  let  me  have  thine  from  thee  : 
Then  might  we  both  together  live,  as  one  by  hearts  exchaug'd, 
But  keeping  both,  if  thou  survive,  just  heavens  will  be  aveng'd. 

"  But  I  will  rest  in  hope  that  thou  will  seud  me  answer  kind, 

To  me  who  live  in  torment  now,  until  I  know  thy  mind.  ['  lives.' 

I  do  expect  no  frowns  from  thee,  because  I  did  presume 

To  send  these  lines,  wheu  minding  me  to  sing  them  as  the  Broom.  48 

jFmfe. 

[Black-letter.     No  Publisher's  name  (Scottish),  or  woodcut.     Date,  circa  1675.] 

***  Pepys  Collection,  I.  40,  is  a  Black-letter  ballad  of  seven  stanzas,  entitled, 
"  The  new  Broome."     London,  printed  for  F.  Coles.     Begins  thus  : — 

Poore  Coridon  did  sometime  sit  hard  by  the  broome  alone, 

And  secretly  complained  to  it  against  his  only  one. 

He  bids  the  broome,  that  blooms  him  by,  beare  witness  to  bis  wrong, 

And,  thinking  that  none  else  was  nie,  he  thus  began  his  Song  : 

Thebonny  broome,  tke well-favour' d  broome,  the  broome  blooms  f aire  on  hill, 
What  ail'd  my  love  to  lightly  mee,  and  I  working  hir  will  ?     Etc. 

See  second  stanza  of  our  ballad,  "  The  Forlorn  Lover's  Lament,"  and  Appendix. 

We  need  not  here  pursue  the  enquiry  how  far  or  how  little  this  "  New  Broome  " 
sweeps  onward  in  imitation  of  the  old  "  Broome,  broome  on  Hill,  broome," 
mentioned  in  Wager's  "  The  Longer  thou  livest  the  more  fool  thou  art,"  circa 
1567.  Still  earlier  named  in  The  Complaint  >>/  Scotland,  1549:  '■'■Brume,  brume 
on  hiV  {Early  English  Text  Society,  Extra  Series,  No.  xvii.  p.  64,  1872.) 


587 


Cijc  Gallant  ®raf)am.$  of  ^cotlantK 

Fresbyteriani  ligavenint,  Iiulependantes  trucidaverunt." — Salmasius. 


T 


O  the  best  of  our  belief,  the  broadside  ballad  of  "The  Gallant 
Grahams,"  contained  in  the  Roxburghe  and  Douce  Collections  and 
therein  alone,  has  not  been  hitherto  reprinted.  It  was  probably 
little  known,  except  to  Joseph  Ritson,  at  the  beginning  of  this 
century,  and  (through  his  sending  a  transcript)  to  "Mr.  Walter 
Scott,  Advocate,  of  Edinburgh,"  who  was  even  then  preparing  his 
delightful  work  The  Minstrelsy  of  the  Scottish  Border.  In  vol.  iii. 
pp.  171-187,  the  first  edition,  1803,  appears  the  ballad  "from  tradi- 
tion, enlarged  and  corrected  by  an  ancient  printed  edition,  entitled 
'  The  Gallant  Grahams  of  Scotland,'  to  the  tune  of  I  will  away,  and 
I  will  not  tarry,  of  which  Mr.  Ritson  favoured  the  editor  with  an 
accurate  copy."  The  Tune  is  not  yet  identified ;  but  the  words  seem 
to  refer  to  the  second  line  of  the  Scottish  version:  "  I  maun  away, 
and  I  may  not  stay.'''' 

Had  we  been  able  to  see  in  its  integrity,  or  its  absolute  corruption 
(such  being  the  more  probable  condition),  the  ballad  as  first  taken 
down  from  oral  tradition,  always  inaccurate,  mis-remembered  and 
mis-transmitted,  before  it  reached  Walter  Scott  in  fragments,  we 
should  find  little  in  common  with  our  broadside  beyond  the  general 
idea,  with  here  or  there  some  local  designation.  But  Ritson  soon 
enabled  Scott  to  use  the  connected  although  corrupted  printed 
copy.  He  was  fated  to  work  more  restorative-wonders  with  the 
Border  Ballads  than  the  duller-witted,  heavy-styled,  and  injudici- 
ously '  emendatory '  Bishop  Percy  had  done  when  he  produced  the 
Reliques  in  1765.  Scott  well  knew  how  to  bridge  over  gulfs,  and 
make  dry  bones  to  live.  That  he  himself  was  the  remodeller  or 
re-constructor  of  many  intelligible  glowing  ballads,  persistently, 
throughout  The  Minstrelsy,  from  the  suggestive  but  self-contra- 
dictory fragments  which  his  ready  instinct  showed  him  to  have 
been  formerly  connected,  is  demonstrable.  He  gave  us  marvellous 
treasures  in  these  Border-Ballads.  But  he  was  the  Arachne  who 
spun  the  threads  from  within.  Many  of  them,  by  their  superiority 
to  rival  manufactures,  approve  the  Master's  hand.  Some  were  as 
thoroughly  his  own  entire  creation  (beside  "  The  Eve  of  St.  John,") 
as  were  his  soon-following  "Novels  by  the  Author  of  Waverley." 
Scott  thus  ends  his  introductory  remarks  on  the  Gallant  Grahams : 

"  There  seems  an  attempt  to  trace  Montrose's  career,  from  his  first  raising  the 
royal  standard,  to  his  second  expedition  and  death  ;  but  it  is  interrupted  and 
imperfect.  From  the  concluding  stanza,  I  presume  the  song  was  composed  upon 
the  arrival  of  Charles  [the  Second]  in  Scotland,  which  so  speedily  followed  the 
execution  of  Montrose,  that  the  King  entered  the  city,  while  the  head  of  his  most 
faithful  and  most  successful  adherent  was  still  blackening  in  the  sun."  (Cf.  p.  589.) 


588  Minstrelsy  of  the  Scottish  Border 


N 


<£ljc  (Gallant  (Srtafjatns. 

[Scott's  Minstrelsy  version.] 

OW,  fare  thee  weel,  sweet  Ennerdale  I1  baith  kith  and  countrie  I  bid  adieu  ; 
For  I  maun  away,  and  I  may  not  stay,  to  some  uncouth  land  which  I 
never  knew. 
"  To  wear  the  blue  I  think  it  best,  of  all  the  colours  that  I  see  ; 

And  I'll  wear  it  for  the  gallant  Grahams,  that  are  banished  from  their  countrie. 

"  I  have  no  gold,  I  have  no  land,  I  have  no  pearl,  nor  precious  stane, 
But  1  wald  sell  my  silken  snood,  to  see  the  gallant  Grahams  come  hame. 

"  In  Wallace  days  when  they  began,  Sir  John  the  Graham  2  did  bear  the  gree, 
Through  all  the  lands  of  Scotland  wide ;  he  was  a  lord  of  the  south  countrie. 

•'  And  so  was  seen  full  many  a  time  :  for  the  summer  flowers  did  never  sprint;-. 
But  every  Graham,  in  armour  bright,  would  then  appear  before  the  King. 

••  They  all  were  dressed  in  armour  sheen,  upon  the  pleasant  banks  of  Tay  ; 
Before  a  King  they  might  be  seen,  these  gallant  Grahams  in  their  array. 

"  At  the  Goal-head  our  camp  we  set,  our  leaguer  flown  there  for  to  lay ; 
And  in  the  bonnie  summer  light,  we  rode  our  white  horse  and  our  gray. 

'•  Our  false  commander  sold  our  king  unto  his  deadly  enemie, 

Who  was  the  traitor  Cromwell,3  then  ;  so  I  care  not  what  they  do  with  me. 

"  They  have  betrayed  our  noble  prince,  and  banisli'd  him  from  his  royal  crown  : 
But  the  gallant  Grahams  have  ta'en  in  hand  for  to  command  those  traitors  down. 

"  In  Glen-Prosen*  we  rendezvoused,  marched  to  Glenshie  by  night  and  day, 
And  took  the  town  of  Aberdeen,  and  met  the  Campbells  in  their  array. 

'•  Five  thousand  men,  in  armour  strong,  did  meet  the  gallant  Grahams  that  day, 
At  Inverlochie  where  war  began,  and  scarce  two  thousand  men  were  they. 

"  Gallant  Montrose,  that  chieftain  bold,  courageous  in  the  best  degree, 
Did  for  the  King  fight  well  that  day  ;  the  Lord  preserve  his  Majestie ! 

"  Nathaniel  Gordon,5  stout  and  bold,  did  for  King  Charles  wear  the  blue; 
But  the  Cavaliers,  they  all  were  sold,  and  brave  JSarthill,6  a  Cavalier  too. 

"  And  Newton  Gordon,1  burd-alone,  and  Dalgatie*  both  stout  and  keen, 
And  gallant  Fetich?  upon  the  field  a  braver  face  was  never  seen. 

"  Now,  fare  ye  weel,  sweet  Ennerdale  !  countrie  and  kin,  I  quit  ye  free ; 

Cheer  up  your  hearts,  brave  Cavaliers,  for  the  Grahams  are  gone  to  high  Germany. 

"  Xow  brave  3Io>/trose  he  went  to  France,  and  to  Germany  to  gather  fame, 
And  bold  Aboyne10  is  to  the  sea,  young  Huntly  is  his  noble  name. 

"  Montrose  again,  that  chieftain  bold,  back  unto  Scotland  fair  he  came, 
For  to  redeem  fair  Scotland's  land,  the  pleasant,  gallant,  worthy  Graham  ! 

"  At  the  water  of  Carron  he  did  begin,  and  fought  the  battle  to  the  end ; 

Where  there  were  killed,  for  our  noble  king,  two  thousand  of  our  Danish  n  men. 

'•  (rilbert  Menzies,'-2  of  high  degree,  by  whom  the  king's  banner  was  borne, 
For  a  brave  Cavalier  was  he,  but  now  to  glory  he  is  gone. 

"  Then  woe  to  Strachan  and  Hacket 13  baith  !  and,  Lesley,  ill  death  may  thou  die, 
For  ye  have  betrayed  the  gallant  Grahams,  who  aye  were  true  to  majestie. 

"  And  the  laird  of  Assint  has  seized  Montrose,  and  had  him  into  Edinburgh  town  ; 
And  frae  his  body  taken  the  head,  and  quartered  him  upon  a  trone. 

"  And  Huntley's  gone,14  the  self-same  way,  and  our  noble  king  is  also  gone; 
He  suffered  death  for  our  nation,  our  mourning  tears  can  ne'er  be  done. 

' '  But  our  brave  young  King  is  now  come  home,  King  Charles  the  Second  in  degree  ; 
The  Lord  send"  peace  into  his  time,  and  God  preserve  his  Majesty  !  "  15 


Notes  to  "  The  Gallant  Grahams  of  Scotland."        589 

%*  Sir  "Walter  Scott  gives  no  less  than  seven  pages  of  small-type  Notes  to  his 
version  in  the  Minstrelsy,  which  owes  so  much  to  his  having  inspected  Ritson's 
copy  of  our  broadside.  Than  his  Minstrelsy  Notes  no  man  ever  wrote  better, 
few  equal :  in  them  the  future  '  Wizard  of  the  North '  fleshed  his  maiden  sword 
in  unconscious  preparation  for  the  "Waverley  Novels  of  later  years.  To  them, 
in  their  entirety,  readers  must  turn.     We  condense  the  chief  explanations. 

1  "  Ennerdule,  a  corruption  of  Endriehdale.  The  principal  and  most  ancient 
possessions  of  the  Montrose  familv  lie  along  the  water  of  Endrick,  in  Dumbarton- 
shire."    (Walter  Scott,  Minstrelsy  S.  B.,  Hi.  181.) 

2  "  Sir  John  the  Graham,  the  faithful  friend  and  adherent  of  the  immortal 
Wallace,  slain  at  the  battle  of  Falkirk." — Ibid.  a.d.  1298. 

3  Cromwell.  "  This  extraordinary  character  .  .  was  no  favourite  in  Scotland." 
It  was  a  Scotchman  (though  only  an  Ecclefechanite,  soured  and  dyspeptical)  who 
was  to  come  forward  as  an  enthusiastic  white- washer  of  faulty  but  brave  '  Old  Noll.' 
In  more  recent  years  Midlothianites  lost  their  senses,  crofters  took  to  rebellion  and 
deer-stealing,  or  greedy  for  plunder  began  to  hunger  anew  for  disestablishment. 

4  Glen-prosen,  in  Angus-shire. 

5  Nathaniel  Gordon  was  one  of  the  Gordons  of  Gight.  He  pillaged  Elgin  of 
14,000  marks  in  silver  on  24  July,  1645.  He  was  taken  prisoner  at  Philiphaugh. 
Owing  to  the  bloodthirsty  cravings  of  the  Presbyterian  clergy,  perverting  the 
Scripture  which  told  of  Samuel  demanding  the  slaughter  of  Agag,  Nathaniel 
Gordon  was  brought  first  of  the  prisoners  to  the  block,  on  6th  January,  164|. 

6  Harthill.  Leith  of  Harthill,  a  determined  loyalist,  and  hater  of  the  Cove- 
nanters.    In  most  of  Montrose's  engagements,  and  comrade  of  Nat.  Gordon. 

7  Neivton  Gordon,  burd  alone  (i.e.  surviving  son),  that  is,  Gordon  of  Newton. 

8  Dalyatie.  Sir  Francis  Hay  of  Dalgatie.  Condemned  to  death  along  with 
Montrose,  he  was  deprived  of  spiritual  attendance  and  comfort  as  a  Catholic, 
refusing  on  principle  the  service  of  bigotted  Calvinists,  he  died  gallantly,  first 
kissing  the  axe  while  devoid  of  a  crucifix,  and  avowing  his  fidelity  to  his  Sovereign. 
What  could  they  do  with  our  brave  Cavaliers  except  butcher  them  in  cold  blood, 
whenever  they  won  the  chance  ?  Shall  there  be  forgetfulness  of  such  things,  and 
men  be  allowed  to  drift  anew  into  rebellion,  separatism,  and  anarchy,  to  be 
inevitably  followed  by  worse  tyranny  ? 

9  Gallant  Veitch,  presumably  David  Veitch,  brother  to  Yeitch  of  Dawick,  who 
with  others  of  Pcebleshire  gentry  was  taken  at  Philiphaugh,  13  Sept.,  1645. 

lu  Aboyne  and  Huntly.  James  Earl  of  Aboyne,  who  fled  to  France,  and  died 
there,  broken -hearted,  on  hearing  of  King  Charles's  execution  in  164§.  He 
became  representative  of  the  Gordons,  as  '  Young  Huntly,'  ou  the  death  of  hia 
brother  George  at  the  battle  of  Alford,  2  July,  1645. 

11  Danish  men.     Montrose's  foreign  auxiliaries,  not  exceeding  600  in  all. 

12  Gilbert  Menzies,  younger  of  Pitfoddells,  who  bore  the  royal  banner  in 
Montrose's  last  battle,  refused  to  accept  quarter,  and  died  in  defence  of  his  charge. 

13  Strachan  and  Hacket.  Sir  Charles  Hacket  and  Colonel  Strachan,  victor  at 
Corbiesdale,  May,  1650  :  officers  in  the  service  of  the  so-called  Estates. 

14  "And  Huntly' s  gone,  the  self-same  way"  of  martyrdom.  This  was 
"  George  Gordon,  second  Marquis  of  Huntley,  one  of  the  very  few  nobles  in 
Scotland  who  had  uniformly  adhered  to  the  King  from  the  beginning  of  the 
troubles  ;  was  beheaded  by  the  sentence  of  the  parliament  of  Scotland  (so  calling 
themselves)  upon  the  22  March,  164§,  one  month  and  twenty-two  days  after  the 
martyrdom  of  his  master."  (Scott's  whole  note  is  excellent,  on  Huntley's 
natural  distrust  for  Montrose,  whose  early  disloyalty  he  could  not  forget.) 

13  This  final  stanza  appears  incongruous  with  the  beginning,  and  added  later. 
Or  was  the  first  stanza  prefixed  afterwards  to  localize  the  ballad  to  Eunerdale 
or  EndrickdaleP  The  farewell  to  the  place,  "to  kith  and  kin,"  was  quite 
unnecessary  after  the  Restoration.     Was  it  only  the  coronation,  June,  1651. 


500 

[Roxburglie  Collection,  III.  380  ;  Douce  Coll.,  III.  39  verso  ] 

3u  excellent  j£htu  lionllflD,  cntttulcH, 

Cl)e  gallant  <tSrat)ams  of  S>cotlantK 

Tune  of,  I  will  away,  and  I  will  not  tarry,  etc.     \_Cf.  line  87.] 

"  T)Etraycd  me  !  how  can  this  be  ? 
X)     When  by  day-light  upon  a  Day, 
I  met  Prince  Charles  our  Royal  King, 
And  all  the  Grahams  in  their  array. 

"  They  were  all  dress'd  in  armour  keen, 
Upon  the  pleasant  Banks  of  Tay  : 
Before  a  King  they  might  be  seen, 

Those  gallant  Grahams  in  their  array.  8 

"  I  have  no  gold,  I  have  no  land, 

Nor  have  I  pearl  nor  precious  stones  ; 
But  I  would  sell  my  silken  snood, 

To  see  these  Grahams  but  well  come  home. 

"  To  speak  of  these  Grahams,  I  think  it  best, 
They're  Men  amongst  good  company  ; 
Into  the  lands  where  we  did  walk, 

They're  Lords  into  the  South  Country.  16 

"  They  won  the  praise  in  Wallace's  days, 
For  the  summer  flowers  did  never  spring 
But  tbe  gallant  Grahams,  in  armour  clear, 
Did  then  appear  before  the  King. 

"  At  the  Goukhead  we  set  our  Camp, 

Our  Rigour  down  there  for  to  stay,  [«■  misP-  Leaguer? 

Upon  a  dainty  summer's  day, 

We  rode  our  white  horse  and  our  grey.  24 

"  For  they  were  then  in  armour  seen, 
As  gold  shines  on  a  summer's  day, 
The  gallant  Grahams  were  assembled  there, 
Before  King  Charles,  his  Majesty. 

"  I'll  crown  them  night,  I'll  crown  them  day, 
And  above  great  Lords  of  high  degree, 
For  all  the  Lords  that  I  have  seen, 

The  Grahams  are  the  bravest  company."  32 

As  I  came  by  the  Bundle's  Park, 

I  heard  my  true  love's  sister's  [sing]  ;  ["son." 

"  ~We  loos'd  our  cannon  on  every  side, 
Even  for  the  honour  of  our  King. 


The  Gallant  Grahams  of  Scotland.  591 

"  Our  false  Commander  has  betray' <1  our  King 

And  sold  him  to  his  enemy,  P646- 

By  a  nobleman,  to  Cromicel  then  ; 

So  I  care  not  what  they  do  with  me.  40 

"  For  he  strives  to  subdue  the  land, 
And  over  England  to  be  King, 
Fair  Scotland  by  him  to  be  govern'd, 
And  over  the  nations  for  to  reign. 


*D 


"  They  have  betray'd  our  Noble  Prince, 

And  banish'd  him  from  his  Royal  Crown  ; 
But  the  gallant  Grahams  have  ta'en  in  hand, 

For  to  command  that  Traytor-Lown.  48 

"  Now  Dalgitie  was  stout  and  bold, 
Couragious  in  high  degree  ; 
[But]  the  Cavaliers  they  were  all  sold,  ["  At-" 

And  young  Harthil,  a  Cavalier  too. 

"  Nathaniel  Gordon,  both  stout  and  keen, 

Newton  Gordon,  Burd  alone;  [ie.  last-left  son. 

Upon  the  Green  he  might  be  seen  ; 

For  a  bolder  face  was  never  known.  56 

"  A  braver  man  was  never  seen, 

Neither  in  Kent  or  Christendom  : 
To  fight  now  for  his  Boyal  King, 
Lord  give  his  enemies  their  doom ! 

"  At  Bogle  hangh,  where  we  did  advance, 
Our  Parliament  there  for  to  stay, 
But  our  Nobles  they  were  banish'd  off, 

At  Goln-Yla  where  we  advance.  Lq.  Glen  Ma?   G4 

"  Glemproson,  where  we  randezvous'd 

To  Glenshie  we  march'd  both  night  and  day, 
And  of  Bredainlie  we  took  the  town,  ia-1-  Aberdeen. 

And  met  the  Campbells  in  their  Deray. 

"  Ten  thousand  men  in  armour  strong  [a./,  five  t. 

Did  meet  the  gallant  Grahams  to  play, 
At  Inverhchie  where  they  began, 

And  about  two  thousand  men  were  they.     !>•'•  scarce.    72 

"  And  tho'  their  number  did  far  exceed 
The  gallant  Grahams  upon  that  day, 
Yet  their  hearts  were  true,  they  did  not  fear, 
To  meet  the  Campbells  in  their  Deray. 


592  The  Gallant  Grahams  of  Scotland. 

"  For  the  Gordons  then  did  give  a  while,  [i.e.  hesitate. 

To  face  the  Campbells  upon  that  day  ; 
AY  ho  from  their  friends  fell  far  aback  ; 

Unto  their  enemies  for  ever  and  ay.  80 

"  Gallant  Montrose,  then  that  chieftain  bold, 
Couragious  in  high  degree  : 
Did  for  the  King  fight  valiantly, 
The  Lord  preserve  his  Majesty. 

"  Now  fare  you  well,  you  Inner  dale, 

Lord  Keeth  and  kindred  I  bid  adieu  ; 
And  I  shall  away,  and  I  shall  not  stay, 

To  some  uncouth  land  that  I  never  knew.  88 

"  To  wear  the  Blue  I  think  it  hest,  ['/"• colou,? 

By  any  Colonel  that  I  see  ; 
[C]heer  up  your  hearts,  brave  Cavaliers, 
For  the  Grahams  are  goue  to  Germany. 

"  To  France  and  Flanders,  where  they  advane'd, 
And  Germany,  who  gave  [them]  fame  ; 
For  my  Lord  Alboin  is  to  the  sea,  [James,  E.  of  Abgyne. 

Young  Huntly  is  his  noble  name.  96 

"  He  went  to  France  for  his  Royal  King, 
King  Charles  then,  and  above  degree 
I'll  give  the  honour  to  the  gallant  Grahams, 
For  they  are  a  brave  company. 

"  Montrose  then,  our  chieftain  bold, 
To  Scotland  free  is  come  again  ; 
For  to  redeem  fair  ScotlancVs  land, 

The  pleasant,  worthy,  gallant  Grahams.  104 

"  At  the  Water  of  Fnsdale  they  did  begin, 
And  fought  a  battle  to  an  end  ; 
YYhere  there  were  kill'd  for  our  noble  King, 

Two  thousand  of  our  Danish  men.  ["  Donish." 

"  Gilbert  Menzies,  and  of  high  degree, 
The  King's  Baron  bold  was  bom, 
For  a  brave  Cavalier  was  he, 

But  now  into  glory  he's  gone.  1 12 

"  The  King's  banner  in  hand  he  bore, 
For  he  was  a  brave  valiant  man  ; 
Betrayed  was  he  a  night  before, 

By  Colonel  Sachet  and  Strachen  then. 


The  Gallant  Grahams  of  Scotland.  593 

To  the[e]  Colonel  Sachet  now, 

And  Strachen,  ill  death  may  thou  die  ! 
For  ye  have  betrayed  our  gallant  Grahams, 

Who  were  true  to  his  Majesty.  120 

The  Laird  of  Ashen  has  catch'd  Montrose  [«•'•>  Assint. 

And  had  him  into  Edinburgh  town  ; 
And  from  his  body  ta'en  his  head, 

And  quarter'd  him  upon  a  Trone.  (Weighing-scaffold. 

Now  Huntlerfs  gone  that  same  way, 

Prince  Charles  also,  our  Royal  King, 
Hath  suifer'd  death  for  our  Nation, 

Our  mourning  tears  can  ne'er  be  done.  128 

Our  gallant  young  King  is  now  come  home,  iiu- 1G51  • 

Prince  Charles  the  Second,  and  above  degree  : 

The  Lord  send  Peace  in  his  time 
And  God  preserve  his  Majesty  ! 

Now  fare  you  well,  you  Inner  dale,  [Endrickdaie. 

Kith  and  kin  that  you  may  well  ken  ; 
For  I  will  sell  my  silken  snood 

To  the  gallant  Grahams  came  home.      [To=so  that.      1 36 

Since  Wallace's  days  that  we  began, 

Sir  John  the  Graham  did  bear  the  gree ;  [prize,  misp. « Green.' 
For  the  honour  of  our  Royal  King, 

The  Lord  preserve  his  Majesty! 

'For[e]  all  the  lords  in  fair  Scotland, 

From  the  highest  to  the  lowest  degree ; 
The  noble  Grahams  are  to  be  preferr'd, 

So  God  preserve  Charles  his  Majesty.  144 

[No  printer's  or  publisher's  name,  or  date.  One  woodcut.  Douce  copy  is  duplicate 
of  Roxburghe.  Date  doubtful,  as  to  composition,  but  this  broadside  must  have 
been  printed  about  the  middle  of  18th  century— probably  a  reprint  or  moderni- 
zation of  an  earlier  suppressed  edition.  That  it  had  been  rigorously  hunted 
down  by  Government  is  betokened  by  its  extreme  rarity.  It  has  not  hitherto 
been  reprinted  thus  direct  from  the  broadside,  to  the  best  of  our  knowledge. 
Probably  the  Restoration  stanza,  the  33rd,  was  a  late  addition  ;  the  original 
belonging  to  the  Interregnum,  circa  1651.  The  traditional  version  of  Walter 
Scott  begins  with  our  line  33,  "  Now  fare  thee  weel,  sweet  Ennerdale  .'"  (p.  588). 
The  woodcut,  coarse  in  execution,  is  a  portrait  of  Charles  I.,  in  an  oval  frame, 
with  two  winged  Cupids  for  angels  above.     Compare  Notes,  p.  589,  passim.] 


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2  Q 


594 


%it  Dug!)  of  t&c  Graeme. 

"  The  man  shall  have  his  Mare  again,  and  all  shall  be  well." 

— Midsummer  Night's  Dream,  hi.  2. 

lOEEING  how  often,  for  the  sake  of  'the  penny  siller'  or  'the 
gude  red  goud,'  Xing  Jamie  the  First  of  England  sold  what  had 
hitherto  been  considered  the  honours  of  knighthood  to  a  crowd 
of  disreputable  adventurers,  we  need  not  begrudge  the  privilege  to 
the  ballad-writer  who  conferred  the  title  of  '  Sir  Hugh  of  the 
Grime '  on  the  moss-trooper  Hughie  Grseme  or  Graham,  as  he  is 
rightly  styled  on  p.  597.  We  have  here  the  English  original  of 
the  ballad ;  long  antecedent  to  any  authoritative  record  of  the 
Scottish  traditional  version,  used  by  "Walter  Scott,  from  materials 
gathered  by  William  Laidlaw,  in  Blackhouse,  Selkirkshire.  We  on 
p.  600  add  one  of  these  later  Scotch  versions.  Their  final  stanza 
forms  a  prelude  to  "Johnny  Armstrong's  Good-Night"  (p.  604). 

The  dense  dull  stupidity  of  our  English  populace  during  the 
eighteenth  century,  and  to  a  less  degree  in  the  closing  quarter  of 
the  preceding  century,  is  well  proved  by  the  prosaic  tenor  of  their 
street  ballads.  All  that  is  brightest  and  best  in  the  "  popular 
ballads  of  England  and  Scotland"  belongs  to  the  northern  land, 
where  poetry  found  a  worthy  reception  in  the  mind  of  the  lads  and 
lasses  whose  own  lovely  mountains  and  lakes,  wild  moorlands,  and 
romantic  streams,  appeared  to  be  the  native  home  of  legendary  lore. 
The  witcheries  of  old  time  there  lingered,  with  music  and  tender- 
ness, that  the  outer  world  still  receives  with  wonder  and  delight. 
Into  the  consideration  of  the  Scottish  traditional  ballads,  the  sepa- 
ration of  the  borrowed  or  adulterated  materials  from  the  genuine 
foundation,  we  dare  not  enter  here.  The  subject  has  been  one  of 
our  favourite  studies  since  we  early  roved  through  the  '  land  of  the 
mountain  and  the  flood,'  and  some  day  we  may  be  able  to  succinctly 
relate  the  result  of  our  investigations.  Meantime,  let  us  declare 
unhesitatingly  that  to  Sir  Walter  Scott  (facile  princeps  among 
collectors,  compilers,  and  re-arrangers  in  dramatic  form  of  fragments 
and  corrupt  versions  that  fell  in  their  way,)  is  owing  the  highest 
credit  for  giving  us  such  an  unequalled  body  of  ballad-literature, 
text  and  annotations,  as  he  furnished  in  his  Minstrelsy  of  the 
Scottish  Border.  He  was  at  heart  too  true  a  poet,  too  skilful  a 
romantic  novelist,  to  be  content  with  such  antiquarian  exactitude 
and  drudgery  as  satisfied  the  worthy  but  atrabilious  Joseph  Ritson. 
Fortunately  we  hold  both  of  them  :  each  foremost  in  his  own  way. 
But,  seeing  how  perishable  was  traditionary  ballad-lore,  it  is  well 
for  us  that  Scott  arose  at  the  right  time  to  save  much  that  had 
survived ;  with  the  creative  art  to  weld  into  completeness  what  he 
found  in  scraps,  self-contradictory,  garbled,  and  inconclusive. 


595 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  294 ;  III.  344  ;  Pepys,  II.  148  ;    Jersey,  I.  173  ; 
Rawlinson,  566,  fol.  9  ;  Douce,  II.  204,  verso.] 

%$t  llife  and  HDcatg  of 

&ix  ^ugt)  of  tl)e  dSrtme. 

[No  tune  mentioned.] 

AS  it  befell  upon  one  time, 
About  Mid-summer  of  the  year, 
Every  man  was  taxt  of  his  crime, 

For  stealing  the  good  Lord  Bishop's  mare. 

The  good  Lord  Scr\oop~]  he  sadled  a  horse,  ["Screw." 

And  rid  after  this  same  scrime, 
Before  he  did  get  over  the  Moss, 

There  was  he  aware  of  Sir  Hugh  of  the  Grime.  8 

"  Turn,  0  turn,  thou  false  traytor, 
Turn  and  yield  thy  self  unto  me  ; 
Thou  hast  stolen  the  Lord  Bishop's  mare, 
And  now  thou  thinkest  away  to  flee." 

"  No,  soft,  Lord  Screw,  that  may  not  he, 
Here  is  a  broad-sword  by  my  side, 
And  if  that  thou  can'st  conquer  me, 

The  victory  will  soon  be  try'd."  16 

"  I  ne'r  was  afraid  of  a  traytor  bold, 

Although  thy  name  be  Hugh  in  the  Grime, 
I'le  make  thee  repent  thy  speeches  foul, 
If  day  and  life  but  give  me  time." 

"  Then  do  thy  worst,  good  Lord  Screw, 
And  deal  your  blows  as  fast  as  you  can  : 
It  will  be  try'd  between  me  and  you, 

Which  of  us  two  shall  be  the  best  man."  24 

Thus  as  they  dealt  their  blows  so  free, 

And  both  so  bloody  at  that  time, 
Over  the  Moss  ten  yeomen  they  see, 

Come  for  to  take  Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime. 

Sir  Hugh  set  his  back  against  a  tree, 

And  then  the  men  encompast  him  round, 

His  mickle  sword  from  his  hand  did  flee, 

And  then  they  brought  Sir  Hugh  to  the  ground.         32 

Sir  Hugh  of  the  Grime  now  taken  is, 

And  brought  back  to  Garland  town,  [Carlisle. 

The  good  wives  all  [cry'd]  in  Garland  town, 

"  Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime,  thou'st  ne'r  gang  down." 


596  Life  and  Death  of  Sir  Hugh  of  (he  Grceme. 

The  good  Lord  Bishop  is  come  to  the  town, 

And  on  the  Bench  is  set  so  high, 
And  every  man  was  taxt  to  his  crime, 

At  length  he  called  Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime.  40 

"  Here  am  I,  thou  false  Bishop, 

Thy  humours  all  [for]  to  fulfil, 
I  do  not  think  my  fact  so  great, 

But  thou  may'st  put  it  into  thy  own  will." 

The  Quest  of  Jury-men  was  call'd, 

The  best  that  was  in  Garland,  town, 
Eleven  of  them  spoke  all  in  a  breast, 

"  Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime,  thou'st  ne'r  gang  down."    48 

Then  other  Questry-men  was  call'd, 

The  best  that  was  in  Rumary, 
Twelve  of  them  spoke  all  in  a  breast, 

"  Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime,  thou'st  now  guilty." 

Then  came  down  my  good  Lord  Boles,  t?sir  Geo-  Bowes. 

Falling  down  upon  his  knee, 
"  Five  hundred  pieces  of  gold  would  I  give 

To  grant  Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime  to  me."  56 

"  Peace,  peace,  my  good  Lord  Boles, 
And  of  your  speeches  set  them  by  ; 
If  there  be  eleven  Grimes  all  of  a  name, 

Then  by  my  own  honour  they  all  should  dye." 

Then  came  down  my  good  Lady  Ward,  t?Lady  Gray>  of  Wark- 
Falling  low  upon  her  knee, 
"  Five  hundred  measures  of  gold  Fie  give 

To  grant  Sir  Hugh  of  the  Grime  to  me."  64 

"  Peace,  peace,  my  good  Lady  Ward, 

None  of  your  proffers  shall  him  buy  ; 
For  if  there  be  twelve  Grimes  all  of  a  name, 
By  my  own  honour  they  all  should  dye." 

Sir  Hugh  of  the  Grime's  condemn' d  to  dye, 

And  of  his  friends  he  had  no  lack, 
Fourteen  foot  he  leapt  in  his  ward, 

His  hands  bound  fast  upon  his  back.  72 

Then  he  lookt  over  his  left  shoulder, 

To  see  whom  he  could  see  or  spy, 
There  was  he  aware  of  his  Father  dear, 

Came  tearing  his  hair  most  pittifully. 


Life  and  Death  of  Sir  Hugh  of  the  Grceme.  597 

"  Peace,  peace,  my  Father  dear, 

And  of  your  speeches  set  them  hy  ; 
Though  they  have  bereav'd  me  of  my  life, 

They  cannot  bereave  me  of  heaven  so  high."  80 

He  lookt  over  his  right  shoulder, 

To  see  whom  he  could  see  or  spy, 
There  was  he  aware  of  his  Mother  dear, 

Came  tearing  her  hair  most  pittifully. 

"  Pray  have  me  remembred  to  Peggy  my  wife, 
As  she  and  I  walkt  over  the  Moor, 
She  was  the  causer  of  my  life, 

And  with  the  old  Bishop  she  plaid  the  whore.  88 

"  Here  Johnny  Armstrong,  take  thou  my  sword,       \-cf-  p-  r)95- 
That  is  made  of  the  mettle  so  fine  : 
And  when  thou  com'st  to  the  border  side, 

Remember  the  death  of  Sir  Hugh  of  the  Grime." 

jFmig. 

Printed  for  P.  Brooksby,  at  the  Golden-Ball,  in  West- Smith-field, 

neer  the  Hospital-gate. 

[In  Black-letter.  One  woodcut.  Some  other  copies  begin  "As  it  befell  upon  a 
time."  Compare  the  Scottish  Border  ballad,  or  "  Hughie  the  Gneme,"  be- 
ginning "Gude  Lord  Scroope's  to  the  hunting  gane,"  and  the  later  ditty, 
"  Hughie  Graham,"  beginning  "Our  Lords  are  to  the  mountains  gane." 
Variations  noted.  Date  of  Brooksby's  issue,  1672-92.  2nd  is  of  Bow  Churchyard.] 

%*  The  woodcut  seems  to  have  originally  belonged  to  a  Robin  Hood  ballad, 
and  is  to  follow  in  the  group  of  seven  or  more  in  the  concluding  volume.  A  severed 
portion,  to  right,  is  the  figure  of  a  Friar  (see  Vol.  IV.  p.  253) ;  two  Archers 
stand  facing  him,  with  bows,  and  a  Lady  sits  on  the  ground  betwixt  them. 

The  Bishop  of  Carlisle,  whose  mare  Hughie  Graham  '  conveyed,'  is  supposed  to 
have  been  Robert  Aldridge,  consecrated  in  1537,  holding  the  see  until  his  death 
on  March  5,  155|.  Previously  he  had  been  Canon  of  Windsor,  May,  1534,  and 
Provost  of  Eton  College,  June,  1536.  The  attack  on  his  moral  character  in  re 
fwmince,  is  possibly  a  grace  of  the  balladist.  But  it  moght  ha'  bin.  That  it  was 
a  shady  episcopate  in  his  time  may  be  taken  for  granted,  seeing  that  Bernard 
Gilpin,  'the  Apostle  of  the  North,'  shied  at  it,  for  substantial  reasons,  when 
offered  to  him  :  "In  that  diocese  I  have  so  many  acquaintances  and  friends,  of 
whom  I  have  not  the  best  opinion,  that  I  must  either  connive  at  many  irregu- 
larities, or  draw  upon  myself  so  much  hatred  that  I  should  be  less  able  to  do  good 
there  than  anywhere  else."  Bishop  Aldrich  had  earned  by  subserviency  most  of 
his  temporal  'good  things  '  from  Henry  VIII.,  etc.,  favouring  the  divorce,  and 
being  a  Boleynite,  until  he  became  Almoner  to  Jane  Seymour.  Yet  Erasmus 
wrote  of  him  as  'juvenis  blandce  cujusdam  eloqumitia'  (Periginatio  Religionis 
ergo) ;  this  was  early,  before  intercourse  with  Cranmer  taught  Aldrich  the  worse 
ways.  He  was  an  Episcopal  Vicar  of  Bray.  Leland  wrote  an  Encomium  on 
him  In  1555  bills  of  complaint  were  exhibited  before  him,  against  400  borderers, 
among  whom  may  have  been  Hughie  Graham.  The  man's  Mare  (whichever  way 
we  take  it)  secured  his  condemnation. 


598 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  45G.] 

%it  ©ticjb  in  tftc  Crime's  SDotonfaU ; 

©r,  a  Hcto  Song  mribt  on  &ii  ftjurtj)  in  tfje  (&ximz,  infjo  irias 
t)anrj"o  for  stealing  tljc  Bt'sijop's  fiflare.     [jvwe,  P.  597. 

iPl  OOD  Lord  John  is  a  bunting'  gone, 

IT     Over  tbe  bills  and  dales  so  far, 

For  to  take  Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime. 

For  stealing  of  tbe  Bisbop's  mare.     Me  derry  derry  down. 

Hugh  in  the  Grime  was  taken  tben, 
And  carried  to  Carlisle  town  ; 
Tbe  merry  women  came  out  amain, 
Saying  tbe  name  of  Grime  sball  never  go  down.     He  derry  derry  down. 

0  tben  a  jury  of  "Women  was  brougbt, 
Of  tbe  best  that  could  be  found  : 
Eleven  of  them  spoke  all  at  once, 
Saying  tbe  name  of  Grime  shall  never  go  down.     He  derry  derry  down. 

And  tben  a  jury  of  Men  was  brougbt, 
More  tbe  pity  for  to  be  ! 
Eleven  of  them  spoke  all  at  once, 
Saying  "  Hugh  in  tbe  Grime,  you  are  guilty,"  etc.  16 

Hugh  in  tbe  Grime  was  cast  to  be  bang'd, 
Many  of  his  Mends  did  for  him  leet,  [leet=attend. 

For  15  foot  in  the  prisin  he  did  jump, 
With  his  hands  tyed  fast  behind  his  back,  etc. 

Then  bespoke  our  good  lady  Ward, 
As  she  set  on  the  bench  so  high, 
"  A  peck  of  wbite  pennys  I'll  give  to  my  lord, 
If  bell  grant  Hugh  Grime  to  me.    He,  etc. 

"  And  if  it  be  not  full  enough, 

I'll  stroke  it  up  with  my  Silver  Fan  ; 

And  if  it  be  not  full  enough, 

I'll  heap  it  up  with  my  own  hand,"  etc. 

"  Hold  your  tongue  now,  lady  Ward, 

And  of  your  talkitive  let  it  be  ; 

There  is  never  a  Grime  came  in  this  Court 

That  at  thy  bidding  shall  saved  be,"  [etc.]  32 

Then  bespoke  our  good  Lady  Moor, 
As  she  sat  on  the  Bench  so  high, 
"  A  yoke  of  fat  oxen  I'll  give  to  my  lord, 
If  he'll  grant  Hugh  Grime  to  me,"  etc. 

"  Hold  your  tongue  now,  good  Lady  Moor, 
And  of  your  talkitive  let  it  be, 
There  is  never  a  Grime  came  to  this  Court, 
That  at  thy  biding  shall  saved  be,"  etc. 

Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime  look'd  out  of  the  door, 
"With  his  hand  out  of  the  Bar, 
There  he  spy'd  his  father  dear, 
Tearing  of  bis  golden  hair.     He  derry,  etc. 


Sir  Hugh  of  the  Grcsme's  Downfall. 


599 


"  Hold  your  tongue,  good  Father  dear, 

And  of  your  weeping  let  it  be  : 

For  if  they  bereave  me  of  my  life, 

They  cannot  bereave  me  of  the  Heavens  so  high. 

Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime  look'd  out  at  the  door, 
Oh  !  what  a  sorry  heart  had  he  ! 
There  spy'd  [he]  his  Mother  dear, 
Weeping  and  wailing,  "  Oh  !  woe  is  me  !  "  etc. 

"  Hold  your  tong[u]e  now,  Mother  dear  ! 

And  of  your  weeping  let  it  be  ; 

For  if  they  bereave  me  of  my  life, 

They  cannot  bereave  me  of  Heaven's  fee.  etc. 

"  Fll  leave  my  sword  to  Johnny  Armstrong, 

That  is  made  of  mettal  so  fine  : 

That  when  he  comes  to  the  Border  side, 

He  may  think  of  Hugh  in  the  Grime."     He  derry,  etc. 


48 


[Vf.  pp.  594,  604. 


60 


London  :  Printed  and  sold  by  L.  How. 


"In  White-letter. 


Two  rude  woodcuts :  a  horseman,  and  gibbet  with  its  usual 
adornment.     Date  of  print,  circa  1770  ?] 


[This  woodcut  belongs  to  "  Johnnie  Armstrong's  Last  Good-Night,"  on  p.  604.] 


MO 


3lof)nnp  armstronrj's  Last  <$ooti  iBigbt. 

"  The  night  is  my  departing  night, 
For  here  nae  longer  must  I  stay  ; 
There's  no  a  friend  or  fae  of  mine 
But  wishes  that  I  were  awa'. 

"  What  I  hae  done  for  lack  o'  wit 
I  never,  never  can  reca' ; 
I  trust  ye' re  a'  my  friends  as  yet : 
Gude  night,  and  joy  be  wi'  you  a'  !  " 

— [Thomas]  Armstrong's  Good  Night,  1600. 

x\MONG  our  "  Romantic  Ballads  "  we  are  glad  to  have  the  right 
to  include  a  few  from   the  Roxburghe  Collection  that  form  con- 
necting links  with  the  Scottish  ballads.     We  admit  unhesitatingly 
the  woful  inferiority  of  our  English  street-ditties,  the  reprints  of 
penny  broadsides,  the  literature  of  our  lower  and  middle  classes  two 
hundred  years  ago,  and  a  century   earlier,  as  compared  to  those 
spirit-stirring    and    pathetic    Border-Ballads    for    the    chief    part 
genuinely  and   intensely  Scottish,   that  have   floated  down  to  us 
traditionally,  and  been  snatched  by  such  men  as  David  Herd,  Sir 
"Walter  Scott,  Robert  Jamieson,  William  Motherwell,   and  a  few 
others  (disregarding  the  mere  rubbish  and  forgeries  produced  in 
emulation  of  the  industry  and  good  fortune  of  these  true  searchers 
and  recorders).     The  baldness  of  narrative,  devoid  of  all  gleams  of 
brilliant  poetry,  "the  light  that  never  was  on  land  or  sea,  The 
consecration  and  the   Poet's   Dream,"    in   our   prosaic   hum-drum 
dreary  "Tragedies"  and  "Laments,"  leaves  much  to  be  desired. 
We  remember  "  The  Clerk's  Two  Sons  of  Owsenford,"  which,  with 
other  of  those  loveliest  Scottish  ballads,  may  nevertheless  have  had 
an  originally  English   foundation ;    but,   if   so,   they  have   passed 
through  an  alchemist's  alembic  in  the  North  Countrie,  and  all  that 
might  otherwise  have  been  dull  and  commonplace  has  "suffered 
a  sea-change,  Into  something  rich  and  strange."     We  remember  a 
score,  many  a  score,  of  beautiful  ditties  which  belong  to  the  Scottish 
people  exclusively  beyond  dispute,  and  which  any  nation  ought  to 
De  proud   of  possessing.     It  is  the  fashion   of  the  day,  harmless 
enough,   but  seldom    pursued  with   either  taste  or  discriminating 
learning  (mere  pedantry  and  laborious  idleness  instead  thereof,  that 
affect  the  bulk  of  material  and  self-display  for  professorship,  with 
cooperation   of  multitudinous   nobodies  in   our   "  Daylight  of  the 
Dwarfs"),  to  announce  the  close  connection  of  poems,  ballads  and 
myths,  with  their  transmutation  during  dispersal.     Every  tale  or 
fancy   must,    according  to   these    stupendous   Pundits,   have   been 
originally  a  Solar  Myth  or  a  Nature  Cryptogram.     Nothing  could 
have  been  meant  to  be  what  it  appears  !     Nobody  ever  was  able  to 


Johnnie  Armstrong's  Last  Good-Night.  601 

enjoy  a  romance  for  its  own  sake,  but  must  perpetually  have  been 
'  sat  upon'  by  his  Magi,  the  teachers  of  occultism :  i.e.  that  the  seasons 
succeed  one  another ;  that  the  sun  disappears  when  it  goes  below 
the  horizon ;  that  the  wind  is  forcible,  and  takes  liberties  un- 
warrantably with  an  octogenarian's  unshorn  beard ;  that  buried 
grain  may  possibly,  under  favourable  circumstances,  reappear  in  a 
new  crop,  "  brought  to  me  like  Alcegtis  from  the  grave,"  etc.,  etc., 
etc.  One  might  imagine  that  a  School-Board  regulated  the  dream- 
language  of  the  civilized  world  since  the  Deluge.  But  the  stupidity 
is  in  the  interpreters,  not  in  the  ancient  Greeks,  poets  or  sculptors 
We  have  to  endure  the  vivisectionists  of  literature  and  art,  who 
"  murder  to  dissect."  They  are  not  of  genius,  like  Paganini, 
although  they  fiddle  continually  on  one  string.  He  lifted  up  our 
souls  in  rapture  with  his  wondrous  skill,  his  "  "Witch's  Dance  under 
the  Walnut  Tree  ;  "  but  they — send  their  listeners  to  sleep,  or  drive 
them  frantic.  Surely  they  might  leave  unrack'd,  undismember'd, 
unbranded  into  ugliness,  our  Romantic  and  Legendary  Ballads. 

Unhappily  for  ourselves  we  are  here  limited  to  such  as  belong  to 
the  Roxburgh e  Collection.  Let  us  at  least  avail  ourselves  of  our 
legal  rights,  in  "Sir  Hugh  of  the  Graeme,  "Johnny  Armstrong," 
the  "  New  Balow,"  and  "  The  Gallant  Grahams." 

Our  earliest  English  version  of  "Johnnie  Armstrong's  Last 
Good  Night,"  there  entitled  "  A  Northern  Ballet,"  resolves  itself, 
so  far  as  we  have  evidence,  into  the  appearance  of  that  pleasant 
Drollery  of  the  Interregnum,  "Wit  Restored,  1658,  in  several  Select 
Poems  not  formerly  published,"  p.  123.  The  book  owes  its  birth  to 
the  friendship  of  two  gallant  and  loyal  Cavaliers  (the  terms  were 
synonymous,  and  naturally  so),  Sir  John  Menzies,  or  Mennis,  and 
Dr.  James  Smith.  Hence,  we  are  of  opinion  that  to  Sir  John 
Menzies  we  are  indebted  for  the  introduction  of  such  northern 
ditties  as  "The  Old  Ballet  of  Shepherd  Tom,"  "Little  Musgrave 
and  the  Lady  Barnard"  (see  our  p.  631),  "The  Miller  and  the 
King's  Daughter,"  and  the  present  ballad.  In  fact,  it  is  by  no 
means  improbable  that  Menzies  and  Smith  themselves  might  have 
been  the  authors  of  considerably  more  than  they  are  accredited 
with,  in  Musarum  Lelicice,  1656,  Wit  Restored,  1658,  and  even 
possibly  in  Wifs  Recreation  of  1640. 

It  is  unlikely  that  any  extant  ballad  on  Johnny  Armstrong's 
death,  or  of  his  men,  appeared  until  1600.  But  the  lines  quoted 
as  motto  on  our  previous  page  are  believed  traditionally  to  have 
been  composed  by  Thomas  of  the  gang,  when  about  to  be  executed 
for  having,  in  the  way  of  business,  slain  Sir  John  Carmichael, 
"Warden  of  the  Middle  Marches.  The  death  of  Armstrong  had  mis- 
chanced  in  March,  152J-,  under  James  V.  ;  but  the  ballad  account 
applies  clearly  to  King  James  VI.  of  Scotland,  before  he  crawled 
south,  there  to  become  a  mischievous  James  I.,  unhappily  for  England. 


602  Johnnie  Armstrong's  Last  Good-Niyht. 

He  drove  the  Catholics  by  his  severe  penal  laws  to  the  abortive 
Powder  Plot.     Johnnie  Armstrong  sadly  declares  the  truth  : — 

I  have  ask'd  grace  from  a  graceless  face, 
No  pardon  there  is  for  you  or  me. 

The  description  is  life-like,  but  it  is  of  James  VI.,  not  of  James  V. 
Instead  of  the  '  waeful  Woodie,'  it  were  better  to  think  of  Johnnie 
dying  on  a  well-fought  field  ;  although  stabbed  treacherously  in 
the  back  by  '  a  cowardly  Scot,'  the  reiver  fell  not  in  flight  from  his 
foes.  That  Edinburgh  had  risen,  like  the  later  Porteous  mob,  to 
wreak  the  vengeance  of  petty  traders  on  the  eight-score  men  and 
their  leader,  in  sheer  spite,  not  loyalty,  is  exactly  what  might  have 
been  expected.  Much  of  the  gorgeous  finery  could  not  have  been 
previously  purchased  honestly  with  money,  '  chalk '  was  out  of  the 
question,  and  since  the  spoiling  of  the  Egyptians  there  have  been 
few  concessions  to  borrowers.  Dare  we  hint  that  the  night's  minions, 
St.  Nicholas's  Clerks,  and  agents  of  Mercury,  had  employed  another 
process  of  transfer  ? 

In  earliest  boyhood  we  rambled  frequently,  making  many 
sketches,  amid  the  border  keeps  and  other  localities  of  legendary 
and  ballad  lore.  We  retain  a  few  of  these  sketches,  unpublished, 
one  being  the  so-called  "Johnny  Armstrong's  Gilnockie  Tower," 
with  its  bare  walls  frowning  across  the  meadows  and  corn-fields, 
and  a  small  cottage  farm  peacefully  nestling  beside  what  was 
formerly  a  threatening  haunt  of  men,  who  held  cheap  the  lives  of 
others  and  themselves,  and  in  their  mis-governed  country  as  often 
righted  abuses  of  the  feudal  tyranny  and  Calvinistic  fanaticism  as 
they  inflicted  wrongs  on  those  who  opposed  their  '  conveyancing.' 

On  the  prowess,  fortune  and  fate,  of  our  Johnnie  Armstrong  we 
need  not  dwell,  seeing  that  he  found  already  his  chronicler  in  the 
best  of  all  ballad-editors,  that  great  and  good  Walter  Scott  to  whom 
we  owe  so  much,  in  the  Minstrelsy  of  the  Scottish  Border.  That 
his  death  took  place  circa  1529,  and  at  the  hands  of  James  V.  of 
Scotland,  not  at  Edinburgh,  but  when  the  King,  leading  an  army 
often  thousand  men,  marched  through  Ettriek  Forest  and  Ewsdale, 
appears  certain.  And  that  the  brave  Armstrong  died  on  the  gallows- 
tree,  and  not  fighting  with  sword  in  hand  as  our  English  broadside 
misrepresents,  is  a  fact  we  cannot  gainsay,  awkward  though  it 
sound.  Yet  how  many  heroes,  before  and  since,  have  gone  "up  a 
long  ladder  and  down  a  wee  tow,"  without  more  than  physical 
damage.  Remembering  that  John  Brown  was  hanged,  and  that 
thousands  of  scoundrels  still  remain  without  a  rope-cravat  round 
their  thrapple,  it  almost  appears  an  honourable  distinction  to  have 
been  suspended.  Better  are  the  hanged  than  the  unhanged  in  the 
world's  history.  Have  not  poets  loved  to  celebrate  their  deeds  and 
chant  their  requiem  ?  Have  not  romancers  and  dramatists  bent  their 
genius  to  extend  such  renown,  while  tears  on  ladies'  cheeks  attested 


Johnnie  Armstrong's  Last  Good-Night.  603 

their   sorrow  ?     Imitation    being   the    sincerest  flattery,   a  weaker 
race  try  to  emulate  their  lawlessness,  and  attain  their  reward. 

The  old  ballad  first  printed,  from  the  Bannatyne  MS.,  by  Allan 
Eamsay,  in  his  Collection  entitled  The  Evergreen,  1724,  keeps  more 
closely  to  the  historical  fact  than  does  ours,  which  he  styles  "  the 
common  one."     The  original  "  Johnie  Armstrong  "  begins  thus  :  — 

Sum  speiks  of  lords,  sum  spekis  of  lairds, 

And  sic  lyke  men  of  hie  degrie  ; 
Of  a  Gentleman  I  sing  a  sang, 

Sum  tyme  call'd  Laird  of  Gilnoekie. 
The  King  he  wrytes  a  luving  letter, 

With  his  ain  hand  sae  tenderly, 
And  he  hath  sent  it  to  Johny  Armstrang, 

To  cum  and  speik  with  him  speedily. 
The  Eliots  and  Armstrang s  did  convene  ; 

They  were  a  gallant  company — 
"  We'll  welcome  Hame  our  Royal  King ; 

I  hope  he'll  dine  at  Gilnoekie." 

The  fatal  locality  is  indicated  in  the  penultimate  or  32nd  stanza  : 

"  Fareweil  !  my  bonny  Gilnock  hall, 

Quhair  on  Eske  syde  thou  standest  stout  ! 
Gif  I  had  lived  but  seven  yeirs  mair, 

I  wad  haife  gilt  thee  round  about." 
John  murder'd  was  at  Carlinrigg, 

And  all  his  gallant  companie ;    . 
But  Scotland's  heart  was  never  sae  wae, 

To  see  sae  mony  brave  men  die — 
Because  they  saved  their  country  deir 

Frae  Englishmen  !    Nane  were  sae  bauld, 
Quhyle  Johnie  liv'd  on  the  Border  syde, 

Nane  of  them  durst  cum  neir  his  hauld. 

On  pp.  343-348.  voh  i.,  of  the  Appendix  to  an  excellent  Collection 
of  '  Scotish  Ballads  and  Songs,  Historical  and  Traditionary'  (edited, 
with  thorough  mastery  of  the  subject,  by  the  late  James  Maidment, 
and  published  by  William  Paterson,  Edinburgh,  1868),  is  given  an 
abstract  of  a  book  called  "  The  pleasant  and  delightful  History  of 
Johnny  Armstrong,  showing  his  many  noble  deeds  in  his  youth,  in 
divers  countries,"  etc.  ;  an  apocryphal  narrative,  printed  and  sold 
by  C.  Randall  of  Stirling  in  1803  ;  no  doubt  "  an  abridgement  of 
an  earlier  edition  of  a  popular  story  on  the  subject  of  Armstrong." 
Herein  he  appears  as  a  '  brave  jolly  man,'  living  at  his  own  castle 
in  "Westmoreland.  A  brief  memoir  of  Johnnie  Armstrong  is  furnished 
to  The  Dictionary  of  National  Biography,  vol.  ii.  pp.  93,  94,  1885 
by  Arthur  Henry  Bullen.  The  Thomas  Armstrong  (nephew  of 
'  Kinmont  Willie '  Armstrong),  who  is  credited  with  having  written 
the  "  Good  Night "  which  forms  our  motto  on  p.  600,  was  executed 
in  November,  1600  ;  his  slaughter  of  the  Warden  of  the  Middle  or 
West-Marches,  Sir  John  Carmichael,  having  taken  place  near 
Lochmaben,  on  the  previous  16th  of  June,  1600. 


(!04 


[Roxburghe  Coll.,  III.  513  ;  Radford,  I.  64  ;  II.  94  ;  Pepys,  II.  133  ;  Euing,  151  ; 
Wood,  401,  p.  93;  402,  p.  59;  Douce,  I.  103;  111.  45;  Hutb,  I.  141.] 

3JoJ)nnp  Armstrong's  last  dSooti* 

mg!)t>    SDecIaring  fioto  j)e  anti  [510  C-igftt^core  fflm 
fotigfit  a  blooDp  battle  tottlj  tfie  Scottish  iiiing  at 

Edinburgh. 

[To  a  pretty  Northern  Tune,  Fare  you  well,  GiltJmocle-hall.     (Wood's)] 
Licensed  and  Entered  according  to  Order. 

"  TS  there  never  a  man  in  all  Scotland,  [The  King  asks  of  one  : 
JL      From  the  highest  estate  to  the  lowest  degree, 
That  can  shew  himself  now  before  the  King? 
Scotland  is  so  full  of  treachery !  " 

"  Yes,  there  is  a  man  in  Westmoreland,  [The  Reply. 

Johnny  Armstrong  they  do  him  call ; 
He  hath  no  lands,  nor  rent  coming  in, 

Yet  he  keeps  eightscore  men  within  his  hall.  8 

"  He  has  horse  and  harness  for  them  all, 
With  goodly  steeds  that  are  milk  white, 
With  their  goodly  belts  about  their  necks, 
With  hats  and  feathers  all  alike." 

The  King  he  writes  a  loving  letter, 

And  with  his  own  hand  so  tenderly, 
And  hath  sent  it  unto  Johnny  Armstrong, 

To  come  and  speak  with  him  speedily  ;  16 

When  Johnny  look'd  [on]  this  letter,  Good  faith !  [Transposed. 
He  look'd  as  blith  as  a  bird  on  a  tree  ; 
"  I  was  never  before  a  King  in  my  life, 

My  father,  grandfather,  nor  none  of  us  three. 

"  But  seeing  we  must  go  before  the  King, 

Lord !   we  will  go  most  gallantly  ; 

Ye  shall  every  one  have  a  velvet  coat, 

Laid  down  with  golden  laces  three.  24 

"  And  ye  shall  every  one  have  a  scarlet  cloak, 

Laid  down  with  silver  laces  fine,  [a-L  ,fivc-' 

With  your  golden  belts  about  your  necks, 
With  hats  and  feathers  all  alike." 

But  when  Johnny  went  from  Giltknoch-Hall,         c*,e'^j^okie 
The  wind  blew  hard,  and  full  fast  it  did  rain  ; 
"  Now  fare  thee  well,  thou  GiltJcnock-~H.all, 

I  fear  I  shall  never  see  thee  again."  32 


Johnnie  Armstrong's  Lad  Good-Night.  605 

Now  Johnny  is  to  Eclenlorough  gone, 

With  his  eight-score  men  so  gallant  to  see, 

And  every  one  of  them  on  a  milk-white  steed, 

With  their  bucklers  and  swords  hanging  to  their  knee. 

But  when  John  came  the  King  before, 

With  his  eight-score  men  so  gallant  to  see, 

The  King  he  mov'd  his  bonnet  to  him, 

He  thought  he  had  been  a  king  as  well  as  he.  40 

"  0  !  pardon,  0  !   pardon,  my  sovereign  Liege, 
Pardon  for  my  eight-score  men  and  me  ; 
For  my  name  it  is  Johnny  Armstrong, 
A  subject  of  yours,  my  Liege,"  said  he. 

"  Away  with  thee,  thou  false  traitor, 
No  pardon  I  will  grant  to  thee  ; 
But  to-morrow  morning  by  eight  of  the  clock, 

I  will  hang  up  thy  eight-score  men  and  thee."  48 

Then  Johnny  look'd  over  his  left  shoulder, 
And  to  his  merry  men  thus  said  he, 
"  I  have  asked  grace  of  a  graceless  face, 
No  pardon  there  is  for  you  or  me." 

Then  John  pull'd  out  his  nut-brown  sword, 

And  it  was  made  of  metal  so  free  ; 
Had  not  the  King  mov'd  his  foot  as  he  did, 

John  had  taken  his  head  from  his  fair  body.  56 

"  Come  follow  me,  my  merry  men  all, 
We  will  scorn  one  foot  for  to  flye ; 
It  shall  ne'er  be  said  we  were  hung  like  dogs, 
We  will  fight  it  out  so  manfully." 

Then  they  fought  on  like  champions  bold, 
For  their  hearts  were  sturdy,  stout,  and  free, 

'Till  they  had  kill'd  all  the  king's  good  guards ; 

There  were  none  left  alive,  but  two  or  three.  64 

But  then  rose  up  all  Eclenborough, 

They  rose  up  by  thousands  three  ; 
A  cowardly  Scot  came  Johnny  behind, 

And  run  him  thorow  the  fair  body. 

Said  John,  "  Fight  on,  my  merry  men  all, 

I  am  a  little  wounded,  but  am  not  slain, 
I  will  lay  me  down  for  to  bleed  a  while, 

Then  I'll  rise  and  fight  with  you  again."  72 


006  Johnnie  Armstrong's  Last  Good-Night. 

Then  they  fought  on  like  mad  men  all, 

'Till  many  a  man  lay  dead  on  the  plain  ; 
For  they  were  resolv'd  before  they  would  yield, 

That  every  man  should  there  be  slain. 

So  there  they  fought  couragiously, 

'Till  most  of  them  lay  dead  there,  and  slain  ; 

But  little  Musgrove,  that  was  his  foot-page, 

With  his  bonny  Grizzle  got  away  unta'en.      [grey-steed.     80 

But  when  he  came  to  Gilthiock  hall, 
The  Lady  spied  him  presently, 
"  What  news  ?  what  news  ?  thou  little  foot-page, 
What  new&  from  thy  Master  and  his  company  ?  " 

"  My  news  [it]  is  bad,  Lady  !  "  he  said, 
Which  I  do  bring,  as  you  may  see  : 
My  master,  Johnny  Armstrong ,  is  slain, 

And  all  his  gallant  company."  88 

"  Yet  thou  art  welcome  home,  my  bonny  Grizzle, 
Full  oft  thou  hast  been  fed  with  corn  and  ha}T, 
But  now  thou  shalt  be  fed  with  bread  [and]  wine ; 
Thy  sides  shall  be  spurr'd  no  more,  I  say." 

0  then  bespake  his  little  son, 
As  he  sat  on  his  Nurse's  knee, 
"  If  ever  I  live  to  be  a  man, 

My  father's  death  reveng'd  shall  be."  96 

[By  T.  R] 

[No  Publisher's  name  on  Roxburghe  copy,  which  is  in  white-letter,  but  Anthony 
a  Wood's  couple,  black-letter,  were  printed  for  Francis  Grove,  and  bear  the 
initials  of  T.R.  as  author.  Can  these  be  for  Thomas  Robins?  Pepys  copy  for 
W.  Thackeray,  and  T.  Passenger.  The  Bagford  couple  and  Euing's  copy  are 
marked  '  London,  Printed  for  and  by  W[illiam]  0[nley\  and  sold  by  the  Book- 
sellers of  I'ye-corner  and  London-Bridge.  1st  Douce,  London,  by  T.  Norris, 
to  Northern  Tune,  '  Fare  thou  well,  Giltnock  Hall.  2nd  Douce,  n.p.n.  to 
North-country  Tune.  Title,  "  The  last  Good  Night  of  the  valiant  Johnny 
Armstrong,  showing  how,"  etc.  W.O.'s  issue  has  "Licensed  and  entered 
according  to  Order,"  and  "To  a  pretty  Northern  tune."  Our  Roxburghe 
woodcut  (p.  599)  is  in  Bagford  Ballads,  p.  36o,  "  The  Couragious  Soldiers  of 
the  North,"  1690  ;  nearly  the  same  date  of  issue  as  this  Roxburghe  print.] 

%.*  It  is  possible,  and  not  improbable,  that  this  "  little  Musgrove,'"  who  was 
Johnnie  Armstrong's  foot-page,  and  escaped  on  his  leader's  "bonnie  Grizzle" 
(lines  79,  80),  was  identical  with  the  "  Little  Musgrave,"  a  Northern  Borderer 
(Of.  our  ballad  on  pp.  631  to  634),  who  became  entangled  with  the  Lady  Barnard 
or  Barnet :  perhaps  of  Barnard-Castle,  Yorkshire. 


607 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  572  ;  III.  725.] 

&  ©electable  Ntto  Ballatr,  fntttulctj 

learier=rpaugJ)0  ann  garoto. 

To  its  own  Proper.  Tune. 

WHen  Phoebus  bright  the  azure  skies  with  golden  rayes  enlightneth, 
These  things  Sublunar  he  espies  ;  herbs,  trees,  and  plants  he  quick'neth  ; 
Among  all  those  he  makes  bis  choise,  and  gladly  goes  he  thorow, 
With  radiant  beams,  and  silver  streams,  through  Leader  Haughs  and  Yaroiv.1 

"When  Aries  the  day  and  nigbt  in  equal  length  divideth, 

Old  frosty  Saturn  takes  the  flight,  no  longer  he  abideth  ; 

Then  Flora  Queen,  with  mantle  green,  casts  off  her  former  sorrow, 

And  vows  to  dwell  with  Cares  fell  in  Leader  Haughs  and  Yarow. 

Pan  playing  on  his  Oaten  reed,  with  Sheepherds  him  attending, 
Doth  here  resort  their  flocks  to  feed,  the  Hill  and  Haughs  commending  ; 
With  bottle,  bag,  and  staff  with  knag,  and  all  singing  good  morrow. 
They  swear  no  fields  more  pleasure  yields,  than  Leader  Haugh  and  Yarow. 

One  house  there  stands  on  Leader  side,  surmounting  my  descrybing,  [Thirlestane. 
With  ease-rooms  rare,  and  windows  fair,  like  Dccdalus1  contriving  ; 

Men  passing  by  do  often  say  in  [th']  South  it  has  no  marrow  ;  [i.e.  peer. 
It  stands  as  fair  on  Leader  side,  as  New- war k  does  on  Yarow.  10 

A  mile  below,  who  list  to  ride,  they'll  hear  the  Mavis  singing, 
Into  St.  Leonard's  bank  she'l  bide,  sweet  Birks  her  head  o'er-hinging  ; 
The  Lint-white  loud,  and  Progue  proud,  with  tender  throats  and  narrow, 
Into  St.  Leonard's  banks  do  sing  as  sweetly  as  in  Yarow. 

1  Note. — The  broadsides  read  '  Yarow '  instead  of  Yarrow,  passim. 

On  Nichol  Burn  (as  he  calls  himself,  not  Burne)  is  a  brief  note  in  Robert 
Chambers'  Songs  of  Scotland,  1829,  p.  305,  "  This  song  is  little  better  than  a 
string  of  names  of  places  [!].  Yet  there  is  something  so  pleasing  in  it,  especially 
to  the  ear  of  a  '  south-country  man,'  that  it  has  long  maintained  its  place  in  our 
[Scottish]  collections.  We  all  know  what  impressive  verse  Milton  makes  out  of 
mere  catalogues  of  localities. 

"  The  author,  Nicol  Burne,  is  supposed  to  have  been  one  of  the  last  of  the  old 
race  of  minstrels.  In  an  old  collection  of  songs,  in  their  original  state  of  ballants, 
I  have  seen  his  name  printed  as  '  Burne  the  Violer,'  which  seems  to  indicate  the 
instrument  upon  which  he  was  in  the  practice  of  accompanying  his  recitations. 
I  was  told  by  an  aged  person  at  Earlston  that  there  used  to  be  a  portrait  of  him 
[i.e.  of  Burne']  iu  Thirlestane  Castle  representing  him  as  a  douce  old  man, 
leading  a  cow  by  a  straw-rope.  Thirlestane  Castle,  the  seat  of  the  Earl  of 
Lauderdale,  near  Lauder,  is  the  castle  of  which  the  poet  speaks  in  such  terms  of 
admiration.  It  derives  the  massive  beauties  of  its  architecture  from  [Jn.  Maitland] 
the  Duke  of  Lauderdale,  who  built  it,  as  the  date  above  the  doorway  testifies, 
in  the  year  1674.  The  song  must  therefore  have  been  composed  since  that  era. 
It  was  printed  in  The  Tea-Table  Miscellany,"  1725.  Robert  Chambers  did  not 
reprint  the  three  final  stanzas  of  our  broadside. 

Our  minstrel  '  Nicol  Burn  the  Violer '  must  not  be  confounded  with  another 
Nicol  Burn,  Burne,  or  Brown,  controversialist  and  Scotchman,  who,  in  1581, 
had  published  in  Paris  a  "  Disputation  concerning  the  Controversit  Headdis  of 
Religion  haldin  in  the  Realm  of  Scotland.'1''  He  was  a  right-minded  Professor 
of  Philosophy  at  St.  Andrews  ;  where  Professors  were,  and  are,  scholars. 


608  Nicol  Burn's  Leader- Haughs  and  Yarrow. 

The  lap-wing  lilteth  o'er  the  Lea,  with  nimble  wings  she  sporteth, 

But  vowes  she']  not  come  near  the  tree  where  Philomel  resorteth  ; 

By  break  of  day,  the  Lark  can  say,  I'le  hid  you  all  good  morrow, 

I'le  yout  and  yell,  for  I  may  dwell  in  Leader  Haughs  and  Yarow,  24 

Parke,  Wanton-Wails,  audi  Wooden-chugh,  the  East  and  Wester  If ainses, 
The  Forrest  of  Lander's  fair  enough,  the  corns  are  good  in  Blanshies  ; 
Where  Oats  are  fine  and  sold  by  kind,  that  if  ye  search  all  thorow, 
Mearns,  Buchan,  Mart;  none  better  are,  than  Leader  Haughs  and  Yarow. 

In  Burn-M'rfne-boge  and  Whitslead-Shawes,  the  fearful  Hare  she  haunteth, 
Bridge-haugh  and  Broad-wood-shiel  she  knawes,  to  the  CJiapel-wood  frequenteth  ; 
Yet,  when  she  irks,  to  Kaidslie-Birks  she  runs,  and  sighs  for  sorrow, 
That  she  should  leave  sweet  Leader  Haughs,  and  cannot  win  to  Yarow. 

What  sweeter  Musick  would  ye  hear,  than  Hounds  and  Beigles  crying  ? 

The  Hare  waits  not,  but  flees  for  fear,  their  hard  pursuite  defying  ; 

But  yet  her  strength,  itfailes  at  length,  no  bielding  can  she  borrow, 

At  Haggs,  Cleckmae,  nor  Sorr\pio\lesJleld,1  but  longs  to  be  at  Yaroiv.  36 

For  Rockwood,  Ringwood,  Rival,  Aymer,  still  thinking  for  to  view  her,2 
But  0  !  to  fail  her  strength  begins,  no  cunning  can  rescue  her ; 
O'er  dubb  and  dike,  o'er  s[h]eugh  and  syke,  she'l  run  the  fields  all  thorow, 
Yet  ends  her  dayes  in  Leader  Haughs,  and  bids  farewell  to  Yarow . 

Thou  Erslington3  and  Colden-knowes*  where  Humes  had  once  commanding, 
And  Dry-Grange  with  thy  milk-white  Ewes,  'twixt  Tweed  and  Leader  standing  ; 
The  birds  that  flees  through  Mid-path  trees,  and  Gledswood  banks  all  thorow, 
May  chant  and  sing,  sweet  Leader -Haughs,  and  the  bony  Banks  of  Yarow. 

But  B  URN  cannot  his  grief  asswage,  whileas  his  dayes  endureth, 

To  see  the  Changes  of  this  Age,  which  day  and  time  procureth  ; 

For  many  a  place  stands  in  hard  case,  where  Bums  were  blyth  beforrow, 

With  Humes  that  dwelt  on  Leader-side,  and  Scots  that  dwelt  in  Yarow.  48 

2Tf)£  toartos  of  Btjkn-  tfyz  Ui'olcr. 

WHat  ?  shall  my  Viol  silent  be,  or  leave  her  wonted  Sending  ? 
But  choose  some  sadder  Elegie,  not  Sports  and  Mirds  deriding ; 
It  must  be  faine  with  lower  strain,  than  it  was  wont  beforrow, 
To  sound  the  praise  of  Leader  Haughs,  and  the  bon[n]y  Banks  of  Yarow. 

But  floods  has  overflown  the  Banks,  the  greenish  Haughs  disgracing, 

And  trees  in  Woods  grows  thin  in  ranks,  about  the  Fields  defacing ; 

For  Waters  waxes,  Woods  do  waind  ;  more,  if  I  could  for  sorrow, 

In  rural  verse,  I  would  rehearse,  of  Leader  Haughs  and  Yarotv  ;  56 

But  sighs  and  sobs  o'rsets  my  breath,  sore  saltish  tears  forth  sending, 

All  things  sublunar  here  on  Earth  are  subject  to  an  ending ; 

So  must  my  Song,  though  some  what  long,  yet  late  at  even  and  Morrow, 

I'le  sigh  and  sing,  sweet  Leader  Haughs,  and  the  bon[n]y  Banks  of  YAROW. 

Hie  terminus  hceret. 

Jim's. 

[Black-letter,  2nd  copy  in  White-letter.     No  p.n.     Date,  circa  1690.] 

Notes. — :  al.  led.,  "  In  Sorrowless  Fields." 

2  al.  led.,  "  With  sight  and  scent  pursue  her." 

3  —  Earlston,  formerly  Ercildoun.        4  Cowden-knowes,  with  its  Broom. 


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Cf)C  lass  of  SDcrarn. 

"  Ah,  ope.  Lord  Gregory,  thy  door  !  a  midnight  wanderer  sighs, 

Hard  rush  the  rains,  the  tempests  roar,  and  lightnings  cleave  the  skies. 
"  Who  comes  with  woe  at  this  dread  night — a  pilgrim  of  the  gloom  ? 

If  she  whose  love  did  once  delight,  my  cot  shall  yield  her  room." 
"  Alas  !  thou  heard'st  a  pilgrim  mourn,  that  once  was  prized  by  thee  : 

Think  of  the  ring,  by  yonder  burn,  thou  gav'st  to  Love  and  me  ! 
"  But  should'st  thou  not  poor  Marian  know,  I'll  turn  my  feet  and  part ; 

And  think  the  storms  that  round  me  blow,  far  kinder  than  thy  heart." 

— Lord  Gregory,  by  Dr.  John  Walcot,  c.  171 


w, 


E  are  happy  to  be  the  first  (so  far  as  we  know)  to  reprint 
"The  Lass  of  Ocram,"  which  probably  affords  the  earliest  extant 
text  of  this  truly  interesting  and  pathetic  love-tale.  On  it  Dr. 
Walcot  at  his  best  (see  above;  also  p.  212,  where  a  fragmentary 
song  of  1787  is  given),  and  Sir  Walter  Scott  still  later,  tried  their 
powers.  There  are  various  corrupt  and  fraudulent  versions  afloat, 
and  even  our  Roxburghe  Ballad  is  somewhat  flawed,  a  modernized 
reprint  of  one  that  may  have  belonged  to  the  days  of  Mary  Queen  of 
Scots.     It  is  the  authentic  fountain-head  of  all  the  others. 

Kude  as  it  is,  and  evidently  damaged  in  transmission  to  us 
(notably  in  the  opening  stanza,  with  its  three-fold  "sure,"  and 
its  reiterations  concerning  the  building  of  the  "  ship  of  Northern 
fame"),  it  has  a  touching  simplicity  and  directness.  'I he  girl, 
whose  honour  had  been  basely  wounded  in  the  past  by  her  sordidly- 
trafficing  lover,  makes  a  last  appeal  to  him,  in  the  darkness  of  the 
night,  amid  inclemency  of  wind  and  rain.  She  finds  the  castle-door 
closed  against  her  prayers  for  shelter ;  with  disguised  voice  the 
hateful  mother  of  the  wronger,  Lord  Gregory,  questions  her  thrice 
from  the  grating,  until  she  gains  the  knowledge  that  her  prurient 
malice  had  desired,  when  she  reviles  and  drives  hence  the  poor 
despairing  victim  to  perish  with  her  unfathered  baby  in  the  storm. 
A  stanza  or  more  may  have  been  lost,  but  the  leaving  unbridged 
such  abrupt  transitions  was  far  from  unusual  of  old.  The 
awakening  of  the  tardy  lover,  too  late  to  save  the  girl  from  insult 
and  destruction,  is  followed  by  the  malediction  on  his  own  mother 
who  had  acted  so  remorselessly. 

In  a  fragment  from  The  Scots'1  Musical  Museum  (see  p.  212  ante), 
the  cold  brutality  of  the  lover  is  unredeemed  by  kindness : — 

"  If  you  are  the  lass  that  I  lov'd  once,  as  I  trow  you  are  not  she, 
Come,  give  me  some  of  the  tokens  that  past  between  you  and  me  !  " 

Such  a  demand,  urged  at  so  inauspicious  a  time,  would  be 
amazing,  if  we  did  not  gain  the  clue  from  our  "  Lass  of  Ocram  " 
ballad,  that  it  is  the  feigned  voice  of  the  mother  speaking,  instead 
of  the  lover,  while  he  sleeps  unconscious  of  her  cruel  treachery. 

VOL.   VI.  2    R 


G10  The  original  *  Lass  of  Ocram '  (Aug  rim). 

The  curse  is  left  to  speed  home  to  its  mark,  not  "coming  home  to 
roost,"  but  poetical  justice  demands  that  the  woman  who  has  un- 
sexed  herself  to  torture  a  lost  girl  may  wither  away  in  heart  and 
soul,  dreading  to  die,  yet  shuddering  at  each  return  of  dawn. 

In  his  Minstrelsy  of  the  Scottish  Border  (vol.  ii.  p.  58),  Sir  "Walter 
Scott  gave  39  stanzas;  "The  Lass  of  Lochroyan :  now  first  pub- 
lished in  a  perfect  state  ;  "  beginning  with  our  lines  61-76,  p.  614: — 

' '  0  wha  will  shoe  my  bonny  foot,  and  wha  will  glove  my  hand  ? 

And  wha  will  lace  my  middle  jimp  wi'  a  lang  lang  linen  band  ?  [</•  P-  611. 

"  0  wha  will  kame  my  yellow  hair,  with  a  new  made  silver  kame  ? 
And  wha  will  father  my  young  son,  till  Lord  Gregory  come  hame  ?  " 

"  Thy  father  will  shoe  thy^  bonny  foot,  thy  mother  will  glove  thy  hand, 
Thy  sister  will  lace  thy  middle  jimp,  till  Lord  Gregory  come  to  land. 

"  Thy  brother  will  kame  thy  yellow  hair,  with  a  new  made  silver  kame, 
And  God  will  be  thy  bairn's  father,  till  Lord  Gregory  come  hame." 

"  But  I  will  get  a  bonny  boat,  and  I  will  sail  the  sea ; 
And  I  will  gang  to  Lord  Gregory,  since  he  canna  come  hame  to  me."  etc. 

Scott's  version  was  compounded  from  "  three  manuscript  copies 
and  two  from  recitation.  Two  of  the  copies  are  in  Herd's  MSS.  ; 
the  third  is  that  of  Mrs.  Brown  of  Falkland."— Minstrelsy  S.B., 
iii.  56,  1803.  By  the  way,  "Love  Gregory,"  or  Gregor  (perhaps 
MacGregor),  not  Lord  Gregory,  appears  to  have  been  the  true  title. 
Lochroyan  is  in  Wigtonshire,  near  Stranraer. 

David  Herd  and  George  Paton  had  earlier  printed  in  their  Ancient 
and  Modern  Songs,  Heroic  Ballads,  etc.  (vol.i.p.  149,  1776:  not  in  the 
single  vol.  edition,  1769),  "The  Bonny  Lass  oi  Lochroyan"  twenty- 
eight  and  a  half  four-line  stanzas,  beginning,  "  0,  wha  will  shoe 
my  bonny  feet?  Or  wha  will  glove  my  hand?"  Our  "proud 
merchant-man"  (Scott's  "  rank  robber,"  and  Herd's  "  rude  rover,") 
then  directs  her  where  to  find  her  "  love  Gregory."  The  "bonny 
ship  "  is  described  as  "  cover'd  o'er  with  pearl :  and  at  every  needle- 
tack  was  in't  there  hang  a  siller-bell."  This  is  more  fanciful  than 
our  Roxburghe-ballad  prototype  of  an  armour-clad,  with  its  "  sides 
of  the  beaten  gold,  and  doors  were  of  Mock-tin."  The  Bover  is 
dazzled  by  her  beauty,  and  asks  : — 

"  0  whether  art  thou  the  Queen  hersell  ?  or  ane  of  her  Maries  three?  [N.B. 
Or  art  thou  the  Lass  of  Lochroyan  seeking  love  Gregory  ?  " 

"01  am  not  the  Queen  hersell,  nor  ane  of  her  Maries  three; 
But  I  am  the  Lass  of  Lochroyan,  seeking  love  Gregory." 

"  0  sees  na  thou  yon  bonny  bower,  it's  a'  cover'd  o'er  wi'  tin  : 
When  thou  hast  sail'd  it  round  about,  love  Gregory  is  within." 

When  she  had  sail'd  it  round  about,  she  tirl'd  at  the  pin, 
"  0  open,  open,  love  Gregory,  open  and  let  me  in  ! 

"  For  I  am  the  Lass  of  Lochroyan,  banisht  frae  a'  my  kin." 
[Then  his  mother  heard,  and  spak  till  her,  while  Grtgory  sleepit  within.] 


The  traditional  'Lass  of  Loch-Roy  an. y  611 

Next  follow  the  demands  to  tell  the  love-tokens  :  the  exchanged 
rings  come  first  (no  word  of  the  changed  linen) ;  then  the  confession 
of  dishonour  is  obtained;  yet  surely  unnecessarily  (except  on  the 
supposition  of  it  being  misplaced)  is  a  later  inquiry  made  for 
"  mair  o'  the  tokens,  past  between  me  and  thee  "  1 : — 

Then  she  turn'd  her  round  about,  "  Well  since  it  will  be  sae, 
Let  never  woman  who  has  born  a  son  hae  a  heart  sae  full  of  wae. 
"  Take  down,  take  down  that  mast  of  gould,  set  up  a  mast  of  tree, 

For  it  disna  become  a  forsaken  lady  to  sail  sae  royallie."  [See  Note  2. 

Then  comes,  abruptly,  Gregory's  awakening,  with  his  telling  the 
dream  which  had  been  caused  either  by  half-hearing  her  voice,  or 
by  that  true  mystic  sympathy,  which  materialists  reject  and  despise. 

"  I  dreamt  a  dream  this  night,  mother,  I  wish  it  may  prove  true, 
That  the  bonny  Lass  of  Lochroyan  was  at  the  yate  just  now." 

"  Lie  still,  lie  still,  my  only  son,  and  sound  sleep  may'st  thou  get ; 
For  it's  but  an  hour  or  little  mair  since  she  was  at  the  yate." 

"  Awa,  awa,  ye  wicked  woman  !  and  an  ill  death  may  you  die  ; 
Ye  might  have  either  letten  her  in,  or  else  have  waken'd  me. 

"  Gar  saddle  to  me  the  black,"  he  said,  "  Gar  saddle  to  me  the  brown, 
Gar  saddle  to  me  the  swiftest  steed  that  is  in  a'  the  town." 

Now  the  first  town  he  came  to,  the  bells  were  ringing  there  ; 
Aud  the  neist  town  he  came  to,  her  corpse  was  coming  there. 
"  Set  down,  set  down  that  comely  corpse,  set  down  and  let  me  see, 
Gin  that  be  the  Lass  of  Lochroyan,  that  died  for  love  o'  me." 

And  he  took  out  his  little  pen-knife,  that  hang  down  by  his  gar'e ; 
And  he's  ripp'd  up  her  windiug-sheet,  a  long  cloth-yard  or  mair. 

And  first  he  kist  her  cherry-cheek,  and  syne  he  kist  her  chin, 
And  neist  he  kist  her  rosy  lips ;  there  was  nae  breath  within. 

And  he  has  ta'en  his  little  pen-knife,  with  a  heart  tbat  was  fou  sair  ; 
He  has  given  himself  a  deadly  wound,  and  word  spoke  never  mair. 

Thus  ends  Herd's  version,  printed  in  1776,  saved  from  earlier  years. 
Where  he  found  fragments  he  honestly  gave  them  as  such.  He  was 
the  best  of  our  Early-Ballads  editors,  rival  seekers  for  Reliques. 
Jamieson  and  Motherwell  (himself  a  true  poet)  were  able  men,  but 
could  not  resist  the  temptation  to  manufacture  and  add  connecting 
links  or   "improvements."     Allan   Cunningham    was   fraudulence 

1  Here,  if  anywhere,  comes  in  a  doubtful  38th  stanza  given  by  Maurice 
Ogle  in  1871  (Ballad  Minstrelsy  of  Scotland,  p.  7),  Fair  Annie  of  Lochryan:  — 

"  Oh  !  ha'e  ye  gotten  anither  fair  love,  for  all  the  oaths  ye  sware  ? 
Then  fare  ye  weel,  fause  Gregory,  for  me  ye's  ne'er  see  mair  !  " 

2  Robert  Jamieson" s  remembered  23rd  stanza  (1805)  might  follow  Herd's  on 
the  '  mast  of  gold '  being  unsuitable  for  a  forsaken  lady  : — 

' '  Tak  down,  tak  down  the  sails  o'  silk,  set  up  the  sails  o'  skin  ; 
111  sets  [  =  suits]  the  outside  to  be  gay,  whan  there's  sic  grief  within." 

He  reads,  "lace  my  middle  jimp  wi'  a  new-made  London  band  :"  Scott, ' linen.'' 


612  On  the  fraudulent  "  Traditionary   Versions." 

personified,  and  thus  well  suited  Cromek.  We  entertain  respect 
and  liking  for  Robert  Kinloch,  an  assiduous  hunter  of  waifs  and 
strays,  late  in  the  day,  when  the  game  had  become  scarce.  Charles 
Kirkpatrick  Sharpe  was  a  genuine  Last  of  the  Mohicans,  shrewd, 
skilful,  and  honest,  to  whom  we  owe  lasting  gratitude  :  we  often 
saw  him  in  our  young  days,  and  twice  was  this  small  editorial  head 
patted  by  his  hand,  while  we  gazed  at  his  spotless  gaiters  with  awe. 
Wni.  Edmondstoune  Aytoun  stood  among  the  best  of  workers  at 
interweaving  the  most  telling  stanzas  of  differentiated  versions 
into  one  harmonious  narrative.  He  neither  falsified  nor  mutilated 
causelessly  :  he  simply  re-cast  or  soldered  them  into  mosaic-work. 
As  for  the  untrustworthy  recitations,  the  so-called  "  traditionary" 
variations,  pretended  to  be  carried  down  from  hoar  antiquity  by 
garrulous  old  women,  half-blundering  and  half- fraudulent,  they 
need  not  detain  us  here.  Elizabeth  Cochrane's  song-book  version 
begins,  "Pair  Isahell  of  Rochroyall  she  dreamed  where  she  lay," 
and  by  aid  of  idle  repetitions  it  is  inflated  to  thirty-five  stanzas. 
Nor  care  we  more  for  Widow  Stevenson's  nearly-worthless  version, 
(in  Pitcairn's  MSS.,  iii.  p.  1),  which,  lacking  the  beginning,  starts 
with  "  She  sailed  west,  she  sailed  east,  she  sailed  mony  a  mile  ; 
Until  she  cam  to  Lord  Gregorys  yett,  and  she  tirled  at  the  pin." 
Here  the  seeker  is  called  "  the  bonny  Lass  of  Ruchlaw  Hill."  In 
Peter  Pmchan's  MSS.  ii.  149,  his  Ballads  of  the  North  of  Scotland, 
ii.  198,  1828,  and  J.  H.  Dixon's  Scottish  Traditional  Versions  of 
Ancient  Ballads  (Percy  Society,  vol.  xvii.  1845),  one  beginning, 
"  It  fell  on  a  Wodensday,  Love  Gregory's  ta'en  the  sea,"  she  is 
"  Lady  Janet,"  but  in  Robert  Jamieson's  she  is  "  Annie  of  Loch- 
royan."  Some  few  genuine  relics  are  in  "  The  Lass  of  Aughrim  " 
(transferring  the  scene  to  Aughrim,  Roscommon,  Ireland,  and  with 
curious  similarity  of  name  to  our  Roxburghe  "  Ocram  "),  preserved 
by  Mr.  G.  C.  Mahon  of  Ann  Arbor,  Michigan,  as  it  had  been  sung 
by  a  labourer  at  Tyrrelspass,  West  Meath,  Ireland,  about  1830.  It 
begins,  "  Oh  !  who'll  comb  my  yellow  locks,  with  the  brown  berry 
comb  ?  "  Charles  Kirkpatrick  Sharpe's  fragment,  from  Galloway 
and  Dumfriesshire,  holds  no  more  than  one  valuable  stanza  : — 

"  0  open  the  door,  Love  Gregory,  0  open  and  let  me  in  ; 

The  wind  hlows  through  my  yellow  hair,  and  the  dew  draps  o'er  my  chin." 

In  Herd's  version  we  note  the  absurdity  of  Gregory  ordering  his 
horses  and  riding  after  his  mistress,  who  had  gone  off  from  his 
castle,  even  as  she  had  come  to  it,  in  a  ship  by  sea.  The  ring,  the 
ship,  and  the  castle  (Rock  Royal)  are  persistently  described  as  of 
"  block  tin!  "  Was  the  author  a  Cornish  miner?  Dervaux  says, 
perhaps  it  was  all  on  account  of  Love  Gregory  being  on  an  island, 
blockt  in  by  the  waves,  and  over-wearied  by  his  "  witch-mother." 


613 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  488.] 

€f)e  JLass  of  £>cram. 

I  Built  my  Love  a  gallant  ship, 
And  a  ship  of  Northern  fame, 
And  such  a  ship  as  I  did  build, 

Sure  there  never  was  seen  ; 
For  the  sides  were  of  the  beaten  gold, 

And  the  doors  were  of  block  tin, 
And  sure  such  a  ship  as  I  built, 
There  never  [before]  was  seen. 

And  as  she  was  a  sailing 

By  herself  all  alone, 
She  spied  a  proud  merchant-man 
Come  plowing  o'er  the  main. 
'  Thou  fairest  of  all  creatures, 

Under  the  heavens,"  said  she, 
'  I  am  the  Lass  of  Ocram, 

Seeking  for  Lord  Gregory." 

'  If  you  are  the  Lass  of  Ocram, 
As  I  take  you  for  to  be, 
You  must  go  to  yonder  island, 
There  Lord  Gregory  you'll  see." 

'  It  rains  upon  my  yellow  locks, 
And  the  dew  falls  on  my  skin  ; 
Open  the  gates,  Lord  Gregory, 
And  let  your  true  love  in  !  " 

'  If  you're  the  Lass  of  Ocram, 
As  I  take  you  not  to  be, 
You  must  mention  the  three  tokens 
Which  pass'd  between  you  and  me." 

'  Don't  you  remember,  Lord  Gregory, 

One  night  on  my  father's  hill, 
With  you  I  swaft  my  linen  fiae, 

It  was  sore  against  my  will ; 
For  mine  was  of  the  Holland  fine, 

And  yours  but  Scotch  cloth ; 
For  mine  cost  a  guinea  a  yard, 

And  yours  but  five  groats." 

'  If  you  are  the  Lass  of  Ocram, 
As  I  think  you  not  to  be, 
You  must  mention  the  second  token, 
That  jjass'd  between  you  and  me." 


[Text,  "  There  sure. 


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40 


614  The  {Roxhurgho)  Lass  of  Or  ram. 

"  Don't  you  remember,  Lord  Gregory , 

One  night  in  my  father's  park, 
We  swaffed  our  two  rings, 

It  was  all  in  the  dark  ; 
For  mine  was  of  the  beaten  gold, 

And  yours  was  of  block  tin  ; 
And  mine  was  true-love  without, 

And  yours  all  false  within."  48 

"  If  you  are  the  Lass  of  Ocram, 
As  I  take  vou  not  to  be, 
You  must  mention  the  third  token, 
"Which  past  between  you  and  me." 

"  Don't  you  remember,  Lord  Gregory,  » 

One  night  in  my  father's  hall, 
Where  you  stole  my  maidenhead, 

Which  was  the  worst  of  all."  56 

"  Begone,  you  base  creature  ! 

Begone  from  out  of  the  hall ! 
Or  else  in  the  deep  seas 

Tou  and  your  babe  shall  fall." 

"  Then  who  will  shoe  my  bonny  feet, 
And  who  will  close  my  hands, 
And  who  will  lace  my  waste  so  small, 
[ef.  p.  611.]  into  a  landen  span?  64 

"  And  who  will  comb  my  yellow  locks, 
With  a  brown  berry  comb  ? 
And  who's  to  be  father  to  my  child, 
If  Lord  Gregory  is  none  ?  " 

"  Let  your  brother  shoe  your  bonnv  feet, 

Let  your  sister  close  your  hands, 
Let  your  mother  lace  your  waist  so  small, 

Into  a  landen  span.  72 

Let  your  father  comb  your  yellow  locks, 

With  a  brown  berry  comb, 
And  let  God  be  father  of  your  child, 

For  Lord  Gregory  is  none." 

"  I  dreamt  a  dream,  dear  mother,         lLord  Gregory  speaks. 
I  could  wish  to  have  it  read, 
I  saw  the  Lass  of  Ocram 

A  floating  on  the  flood."  80 

"  Lie  still,  my  dearest  son, 
And  take  thy  sweet  rest ; 
It  is  not  half  an  hour  ago, 
The  maid  pass'd  this  place." 


The  (Roxburghe)  Lass  of  Ocratn. 


615 


"  Ah!  cursed  be  you,  mother! 

And  cursed  may  you  be, 
That  you  did  not  awake  me, 

AVhen  the  maid  pass'd  this  way  !  88 

I  will  go  down  into  some  silent  grove, 

My  sad  moan  for  to  make  ; 
It  is  for  the  Lass  of  Oeram, 

My  poor  heart  now  will  break." 

[White-letter.    No  printer's  name.     "Woodcut  of  ship.    Date  of  issue,  circd  1765. 
See  the  introduction  for  variations,  especially  the  conclusion  given  by  Herd.] 


*  * 
* 


If  we  are  enabled  to  see  the  seventh  volume  of  these  Roxburghe  Ballads 
to  its  conclusion,  the  legitimate  Finale  of  the  whole  series,  whereof  we  are 
unwilling  to  despair,  there  will  be  a  small  group  devoted  to  the  ballads  illustrating 
the  stormy  reign  or  usurpation  of  William  and  Mary.  For  this  group  might 
have  been  kept  waiting  "  The  memorable  Battle  fought  at  Killiecrankie," 
July  17,  1689,  wherein  the  usurper's  forces  were  routed  under  General  Mackay 
by  the  gallant  Claverhouse,  John  Graham,  Viscount  Dundee.  But  amid  the 
uncertainties  of  this  slippery  world,  wherein  many  an  oubliette  opens  suddenly 
and  our  comrades  unexpectedly  sink  to  disappear  for  ever,  our  only  safety  lies 
in  making  sure  of  the  present.  Therefore,  availing  ourselves  of  the  pretext  that 
surely  the  glorious  death  of  Claverhouse  was  an  event  alike  romantic  and  tragical, 
we  introduce  it  without  delay,  in  sequence  to  others  of  "  The  Gallant  Grahams." 
The  noblest  of  the  race  were  Montrose  and  Claverhouse,  both  loyal  and  chivalrous, 
both  giving  their  lives  cheerfully  for  their  respective  kings  of  the  Stuart  line. 


c^  'Tj  ■i-7T-yC~^->  — 


616 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  404  ;  Douce  Coll.,  III.  51.] 

C&e  memorable  battle  fougirt  at  Etllpcranfcte, 

fau  Cljtcf  Claims  anD  Jns  ^igljlanti  #m* 

To  the  Tune  call'd,  Eilly  Cranky. 

CiZavers  and  his  Highland  men  came  down  upon  the  raw  then, 
'     Who  being  stout  gave  many  a  clout,  the  Lads  began  to  claw  then  : 
With  sword  and  targets  in  their  hands,  wherewith  they  were  not  slaw  then, 
And  clinkiu  clankin  on  their  crowns,  the  Lads  began  to  claw  then. 

O'er  brink  and  brauk,  o'eV  ditch  and  stank,  he  staik  amang  them  a'  then, 
The  Butter-box  got  many  knocks,  the  riggans  pay'd  for  a'  then,     [r^an^backbone. 
They  got  their  Paiks  with  sudden  Straiks,  which  to  their  grief  they  saw  then, 
And  double  dunts  upon  their  rumps,  the  lads  began  to  fa'  then.  8 

Her  skip'd  about,  and  leap'd  about,  her  flang  among  them  a'  then, 

The  English  blades  got  broken  heads,  their  crowns  her  clave  in  twa  then, 

The  Burk  and  Boor  made  their  last  hour,  such  was  their  final  fa'  then,  [Skene  dhu. 

They  thought  the  D 1  had  been  there,  that  gave  them  such  a  paw  then. 

Jock  Presbyter  an's  Covenant  came  whigging  up  [th']  hill  then, 

Though  Highland  Trews  would  not  refuse  for  to  subscribe  the  Bill  then  ; 

In  William's  name  he  thought  na  shame,  would  stop  the  deed  at  a'  then  ; 

But  her  nane  sell  Stock,  with  many  a  knock,  cry'd  furich  Whigs  awa'  then.       16 

Sir  Hugh  Macdoio  with  his  men  true,  came  skiping  o'er  the  brink  then ; 
The  Hogan  Butch,  that  feared  such,  they  bred  a  horrid  stink  then  : 
The  true  Maelain  his  gate  has  gone,  and  come  upon  a  raw  then ; 
None  could  withstand  his  heavy  hand,  he  strake  with  such  a  paw  then. 

[White-letter,  one  cut :  a  hand-to-hand  battle  of  footmen.  Here  ends  the 
broadside,  without  colophon.  A  printed  copy  in  the  Editor's  possession,  dated 
1778,  gives  various  readings  and  two  additional  stanzas.  These  stanzas,  late 
additions,  were  adopted  by  Joseph  Ritson,  in  his  Scottish  Songs,  1794  : — 

"  OK  on  a  ri !  Oh'  on  a  ri  !  why  should  she  love  King  Shames,  man  ? 
'  Oh'  rig  in  di  !  Oh'  rig  in  di  ! '  she  shall  break  a'  her  banes  then  ; 
With  '  Furichinish,'  and  stay  a  while,  and  speak  a  word  or  twa,  man, 
She's  gi'  a  straike,  out  o'er  the  neck,  before  ye  win  awa'  then. 

0  fy  for  shame,  ye're  three  for  ane,  her  nainsell's  won  the  day,  man. 
King  Shames'  red  coats  shou'd  be  hung  up,  because  they  ran  awa'  then  : 
Had  bent  their  brows,  like  Highland  trews,  and  made  as  lang  a  stay,  man, 
They'd  saved  their  King,  that  sacred  thing,  and  Willie  ran  awa'  then. 

Variations,  line  4. — Wi'  mony  a  fearful  heavy  sigh  (weak  and  inadmissible)  ; 
line  5,  O'er  bush,  o'er  bank,  o'er  ditch  o'er  stank  (a  stank  is  a  pool  of  stagnant 
water,  broader  than  a  ditch) ;  the  Butter-box  was  a  time-honoured  nick-name 
for  the  Dutch  common-people  and  soldiers,  even  as  FLogen-Mogens  applied  to 
their  High-Mightinesses  who  ruled  them  ;  paiks  are  pokes,  and  dunts  are 
knocks,  very-often  double-knocks,  in  this  case  well  administered;  line  16, 
Furich-  Figs  awa'  man  (corrupt  version ;  the  meaning  is,  '  Aggressive  Whigs,  be 
off ! '  ;  line  17,  Sir  Evan  Du,  i.e.  Evan  Dhu,  or  the  black  Evan  ;  Maclean  = 
our  Maelain ;  penultimate  stanza,  Och  on  a  rie  !  a  highland  lament,  Och!  = 
Alas  !  as  is  Oli1  rig  in  di  !  Furichinish  is  not  (as  John  Jasper  said)  "  unin- 
telligible;" probably  from  furich,  otherwise  fooroch,  or  foorich,  signifies  bustle, 
confusion  caused  by  haste.    We  repeat,  the  battle  was  fought  on  July  17, 1689.] 


Ti 


617 


Cbrce  IMIatis  on  tfrc  oBarl  of  e^ar. 

"  There's  some  say  that  we  wan,  some  say  that  they  wan, 
Some  say  that  nane  wan  at  a' ,  man ; 
But  one  thing  I'm  sure,  that  at  Sheriffmuir 
A  battle  there  was  which  I  saw,  man : 

And  we  ran,  and  they  ran,  and  they  ran,  and  we  ran, 

And  we  ran  :  and  they  ran  awa,  man  !  " 

— Sheriffmuir,  by  the  Rev.  Murdoch  McLennan  of  Crathie. 


HE  solution  of  the  difficulty  as  to  who  deserves  to  be  held  the 
triumphant  victor  in  any  sharply  contested  game,  or  one  played 
without  skill  and  determinate  courage  on  either  side,  may  be  safely 
left  to  occupy  our  attention  during  the  coming  glacial  period,  when 
the  sun  gives  up  business,  the  earth  has  exhausted  her  coal-mines 
and  cooled  her  inside,  as  thoroughly  as  she  has  unbaked  her  crust. 
The  indecision  is  not  alone  for  'the  Eace  of  the  Sherriemuir'  on  13 
November,  1715,  or  as  it  is  sometimes  styled  "  The  Bob  of  Dum- 
blane."  "  Gin  it  were  na  weel  bobbit,  weel  bobbit,  weel  bobbit, 
an  it  were  na  well  bobbit  we'el  bob  it  again  !  "  sang  John  Campbell, 
second  and  best  Duke  of  Argyle,  who  appears  in  our  ensuing  ballads. 
They  deserve  preservation  here,  although  they  are  somewhat  in- 
trusive among  our  less-historical  Romantic  Ballads.  We  afford  them 
shelter  and  annotation  ;  being  unwilling  to  leave  them  to  the  tender 
mercies  of  Chance,  awaiting  a  seventh  volume  of  Roxburghe  Ballads. 
The  tune  cited  for  use  in  "Mar's  Lament,1''  in  1715,  had  been 
composed  for  Tom  D'Urfey's  opera  of  "The  Modern  Prophets,"  1707, 
a  song  full  of  national  ardour,  not  to  say  boastfulness  (some  folks, 
like  Dame  Quickly,  '*  cannot  abide  swaggerers,"  but  then  they  keep 
disorderly  houses  themselves) :  Boasting,  with  deeds,  not  being  a 
bad  thing  while  the  country  is  endangered  by  foreign  foes  and 
internal  divisions,  although  anti-Jingoists  and  pro-Separatists  may 
affect  to  be  shocked.  We  give  the  song  complete,  but  need  not 
annotate  the  interpolation.  The  music  is  in  Pills  to  Purge 
Melancholy,  i.  25,  and  in  The  Merry  Musician,  i.  239,  1716. 

&  Song  fcg  Earn  WWlxUv. 

NOw,  now  comes  on  the  Glorious  Year  !  Britain  has  hope,  and  France  has  fear ; 
Liwis  the  war  has  cost  so  dear,  he  slyly  peace  does  tender  : 
But  our  two  Heroes  so  well  know  the  breach  of  his  word,  some  years  ago, 
They  resolve  they  will  give  him  another  blow,  unless  he  Spain  surrender. 

Health  to  the  Queen,  then  straight  begin  !  to  Marlborough  great,  and  to  brave  Eugene. 
"With  them  let  valiant  Webb  come  in,  who  late  perform' d  a  wonder  : 
Then  to  the  ocean  an  offering  make,  and  boldly  carouze  to  brave  Sir  John  Leak, 
Who  with  mortar  and  cannon  Mahon  did  take,  and  make  the  Pope  knock  under. 

Beat  up  the  Drum  a  new  Alarm,  the  foe  is  cold,  and  we  are  warm ; 
The  Mounsieur's  troops  can  do  no  harm,  tho'  they  abouud  in  numbers : 
Push  then  once  more,  and  the  War  is  done,  old  men  and  boys  will  surely  run  ; 
And  we  know  we  can  beat  'em  if  four  to  one :  which  he  too  well  remembers. 


618  Tune  and  words  of '  Bonny  Catharine  Ogie.' 

Seven  years  later  Tom  D'Urfey  again  wrote  words  to  the  same 
tune,  on  what  he  chose  to  call  "  The  happy  Accession  to  the  Crown 
and  coming-in  of  our  Gracious  Sovereign,  King  George  "  the  First. 
It  also  has  three  stanzas,  of  which  this  is  the  opening  : — 

Britain/*,  now  let  joys  increase,  revel  all  in  happy  days, 

Royal  George  has  crost  the  seas  :  ye  natives,  homage  tender. 

Fate  to  save  us  made  him  haste,  Britain's  Genius  doubly  blest, 

And  renown' d  as  was  e'er  in  Ages  past  the  Saint  our  Isles  defender.     Etc. 

Tom  won  nothing  by  his  attempts  to  propitiate  the  pigmy 
Georgius  of  Hanover;  who  "hated  arts  and  despised  literature, 
but  liked  train  oil  in  his  salads,  and  gave  an  unlimited  patronage 
to  bad  oysters."  Did  he  not  publicly  declare,  "  I  hate  all  Boets 
and  Bainters,"  and  did  not  his  precious  son,  George  II.,  threaten 
our  Hogarth  with  a  flogging  at  the  halberts,  because  he  lampooned 
the  silliness  of  the  Grenadiers'  March  to  Fiuchley  ? 

As  to  the  tune  of  Bonny  Katharine  Ogie,  named  for  the  ballad 
on  p.  622,  "  The  Clans'  Lamentation  against  Mar  and  their  own 
Folly  :  "  The  music  is  in  Playford's  Dancing  Blaster  of  1686,  the 
Appendix,  entitled  "  The  Lady  Catharine  Ogle,  a  new  Dance." 

The  earliest  known  words  sung  to  the  tune  were  written  by  Tom  D'Urfey,  one 
of  the  Anglo -Scotch  indecorous  absurdities  wherein  Londoners  delighted,  and 
which  were  often  adopted  with  favour  in  the  North  Countrie,  even  in  sapient 
Auld  Reekie  (conceiting  itself  later  with  being  'Modern  Athens'  and  arbiter 
ehgantiarttm).  He  called  it  "  Bonny  Kathern  Loggy :  A  Scotch  Song"  Its 
seven  stanzas  are  unworthy  of  type-reprint,  but  this  is  the  first  of  them,  for 
identification  (music  and  words  in  Pills  to  Purge  Melancholy,  vi.  274-276,  1720) : 

As  I  came  down  the  hey-land  [yel  Highland]  Town,  there  were  Lasses  many 

Sat  in  a  rank  on  either  bauk,  and  ene  more  gay  than  any ; 

Ise  leekt  about  for  ene  kind  face,  and  I  spy'd  Willy  Scroggy, 

Ise  spir'd  of  him  what  was  her  name,  and  he  caw'cl  her  Kathern  Loggy. 

The  date  of  this  was  certainly  as  early  as  1715,  or  earlier,  because  it  is  not  only 
named  for  the  tune  of  the  "  Clans'  Lamentation,"  1715,  but  also  for  a  discreet 
"  New  Song  to  the  tune  of  Katherine  Loggy,  in  The  Merry  Musician,  i.  224 
(dated  1716),  beginning,  "  As  I  walk'd  forth  to  view  the  plain,  upon  a  morning 
early,  with  a  sweet  scent  to  cheer  my  brain."  The  burden  was  Katherine  Ogee  : 
eight  stanzas.  By  some  unknown  hand,  altered  and  adopted  as  Scotch,  it  was 
reprinted  in  Allan  Ramsay's  Tea  Table  Miscellany  (vol.  i.  p.  133,  first  edition, 
song  lxix.),  as  Catherine  Ogie,  commencing,  "  As  walking  forth  to  view  the  Plain, 
upon  a  morning  early,  While  May's  sweet  scent,"  etc. 

Stalwart  Cavaliers  entertain  a  sovereign  contempt  for  the  weak- 
minded,  unfilial,  and  fulsomely  belauded  "Good  Queen  Anne;" 
they  never  forgive  her  omission  of  the  often-projected  but  unper- 
formed act  of  reparation  to  her  family.  She  had  enjoyed  selfishly 
all  that  life  enabled  her  to  grasp  or  retain.  Conscience  pricked  her, 
but  she  hesitated.  The  intrigues  woven  around  her  death-bed  having 
led  to  the  Elector  of  Hanover's  accession  to  the  English  throne,  for 
which  he  was  unfitted  by  anything  save  the  courage  of  a  military 
adventurer,  the  Chevalier  de  St.  George's  hand  was  soon  forced 
by   John   Erskine,   Earl  of  Mar,   raising  the  flag  of  insurrection 


The  Second  Highland  rising,  in  1715.  619 

(we  cannot  call  it  rebellion,  since  it  was  in  behalf  of  the  rigbtful 
heir,  although  unseasonably).  There  remained  nothing  but  to  fling 
away  the  scabbard,  and  use  the  sword  and  target,  as  many  brave 
Highlanders  were  ready  to  do,  at  Braemar  in  Aberdeenshire,  on 
that  memorable  26th  of  August,  1715.  Huntly,  Tullibardine, 
Seaforth,  Linlithgow,  with  the  Viscounts  of  Kilsythe,  Kenmure,  and 
more,  swore  allegiance  to  King  James  III.,  "the  Old  Pretender." 

"  God  bless  the  King,  God  save  the  State's  defender  ! 
God  Mess  (no  harm  in  hlessing)  the  Pretender  !  — 
But  who  Pretender  is,  and  who  is  King, 
God  bless  us  all !  is  quite  another  thing." 

By  the  6th  September  the  noblemen  and  chieftains  of  clans, 
with  their  respective  feudal  retainers,  gathered  at  Aboyne,  where 
Mar  raised  the  Standard  and  proclaimed  James  King  of  England, 
Scotland,  and  Ireland.  How  the  inaction  and  divided  councils 
depressed  their  hopes,  to  ruin  the  few  chances  of  success,  among 
the  gallant  gentlemen  who  threw  away  their  lives  for  the  lost 
cause  (as  others  equally  impetuous  and  noble  were  to  do  thirty 
years  later,  when  they  "went  out  in  the  'Forty-five"),  is  a  tale 
that  can  never  become  wearisome  or  forgotten. 

Unfortunately  for  their  fortunes  and  lives,  Mar  was  not  a  skilful 
commander,  being  wholly  destitute  of  the  military  judgment  and 
overwhelming  power  that  had  been  shown  successively  by  Montrose 
and  by  Claverhouse.  Otherwise  he  might  certainly  have  gained  all 
Scotland  for  James,  and  it  is  not  improbable  that  England  would 
have  followed  soon  after.  As  mismanaged,  however,  it  became 
inevitable  failure,  and  the  defeat  in  1715  was  the  real  cause  of  ruin 
in  1746,  when  the  old  gentry  hung  back  from  Derby. 

On  the  10th  November  Mar  consented  to  move  his  forces  south- 
ward from  Perth.  Then  followed  "The  Bob  of  Dumblane"  with 
Argyle,  in  which  the  advantages  remained  with  the  Whigs.  "With 
only  half  of  his  forces  retained  on  the  morning  of  the  14th,  Mar 
retreated  to  Perth,  and  our  three  ballads  tell  some  portion  of  the 
saddening  story  of  the  Stuart  loyalists. 

The  Old  Chevalier,  James  Frederick  Edward  Stuart,  arrived  22 
Dec.  His  flight  on  Feb.  4th,  171-g-,  with  Mar,  Melfort,  Drummond, 
and  others,  was  a  sorry  exchange  for  death  on  a  well-fought  field. 

These  rude  ballads  are  all  on  the  side  of  the  government.  Though 
they  exaggerate  the  excesses  of  the  Highlanders,  they  are  not  so 
rancorous  or  foul  as  the  London  political  squibs  of  the  same  date. 
The  tune,  The  Hart  {sic,  for  Hare)  Merchants  Rant,  is  not  found. 


Notes  to  p.  620. — !  John  Campbell,  second  Duke  of  Argyle,  Commander-in- 
Chief  of  tbe  Georgian  forces.     He  survived  until  1743. 

2  John  Erskine,  Earl  of  Mar,  went  abroad  with  James  III.,  died  in  1733. 

3  The  headstrong  river  Allan,  rushing  past  the  ruined  Abbey  of  Dumblane. 


620 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  329.] 

31  Dialogue  bcttoccn  Jjt's  ©race  tfje  Qufce  of  Argyle,  ant)  tfje  ISarl 

of  Mar: 

Or,  an  Excellent  New  Song,  to  the  Tune  of  the  Hart  Merchant's  Bant,  etc. 

ARG  YL  E  and  Mar  are  gone  to  war,  which  hath  bred  great  confusion, 
For  Church  and  State  they  do  debate,  through  difference  and  division. 
And  yet,  for  what  I  know  not  that,  I  hope  I  speak  no  treason, 
Some  say  it's  Self,  some  say  it's  Pelf,  and  some  say  it's  Religion, 
Which  e'er  it  be,  I  tell  to  thee,  and  that  I  will  not  spare,  Sir, 
The  Blades  come  from  fhe  Braes  of  Mar,  they  brave  us  every  where,  Sir. 

Argyle.1       [See  Notes,  p.  619. 
Says  great  Argyle  within  a  while,  "  I'le  make  Mar  for  to  rue,  Sir, 
That  such  great  Folly  in  his  brain  did  happen  for  to  brew,  Sir, 
Tho'  Mar's  men  now  do  ramble  throw  the  North,  both  here  and  there,  Sir, 
I'le  make  them  to  draw  up  their  Trew,  and  whipe  their  buttocks  bare,  Sir. 

Mar? 
Says  good  Lord  Mar,  "  Do  you  so  dare  both  me  and  all  my  men,  Sir, 
While  I  have  might,  I  will  you  fight,  from  Stirling  flit  your  Den,  Sir." 

"  The  last  time  that  I  flited  it,  you  had  no  cause  to  boast,  Sir,  Argyle. 

For  any  thing  that  then  you  wan,  it  was  unto  your  Coast,  Sir,  [  =  cost. 

When  at  Dumblain,  unto  your  pain,  we  fought  it  very  fair,  Sir, 
When  that  Mar's  men  were  forc'd  and  fain  to  run  like  any  Hare,  Sir  ;  [cf.  tune. 
Some  to  the  hills,  some  to  the  haughs,  and  some  to  Allan  Watter,3 
And  unto  some  it  was  no  more,  their  sculls  were  made  to  clatter. 
And  those  that  did  escape  the  sword,  did  we  not  them  surround,  Sir, 
When  the  four-score  of  Highland  Men  were  in  the  water  drown'd,  Sir  ?  " 

Mar. 
"  Though  my  men  do  ramble  thorough  the  North  both  here  and  there,  Sir, 
The  half  of  what's  said  is  not  true  :  the  Truth  I  do  declare,  Sir, 
It's  said  they  pillage  and  plunder  all,  in  places  where  they  come,  Sir, 
But  by  this  they  soon  would  catch  a  fall,  and  unto  ruin  run,  Sir, 
And  as  for  that  was  at  Dumblain,  we  lost  so  many  men,  Sir, 
Perhaps  we  may  recruit  again,  and  that  we'll  let  you  ken,  Sir. 
If  that  once  more  we  shall  engage,  we  shall  know  how  it  goes,  Sir, 
Whiskie  shall  put  our  brains  in  rage,  and  Snuff  shall  prime  our  nose,  Sir. 
With  Swords  and  Guns  into  our  hands,  we'll  stoutly  venture  on,  Sir, 
Yea,  Durks  and  Targets  at  command,  of  these  we  shall  want  none,  Sir." 

Argyle. 

' '  Do  what  you  can  to  prove  the  Man,  your  attempts  shall  prove  in  vain,  Sir, 
For  sure  Argyle  shall  lead  the  Van,  and  the  victory  shall  gain,  Sir. 
Tho',  like  a  Cock,  Mar,  in  the  North,  abroad  hath  sent  his  crow,  Sir, 
Clapping  his  wings  now  beyond  Forth,  perhaps  he'll  get  a  blow,  Sir. 
Argyle,  like  to  a  Lyon  bold,  will  grip  him  in  his  paws,  Sir, 
And  that  perhaps  e're  it  be  long,  he'll  make  him  stand  in  awe,  Sir. 
For  lo  !  a  conjunct  company,  both  of  Scots  and  Dutch  men, 
They're  at  a  call  on  Mar  to  fall ;  they're  almost  all  none-such  Men  : 
Besides  great  numbers  of  Gentlemen,  whom  they  call  Volunteers,  Sir, 
The  most  and  best  whereof  consist  of  valiant  Seotish  Peers,  Sir." 

jjiru's. 

[In  White-letter.  Two  rude  chap-book  woodcuts,  1st,  a  man  shooting  with  bow- 
and-arrow  ;  2nd,  a  kilted  Scot  riding  in  woman -fashion  on  a  nag,  and  playing 
a  [Scotch]  fiddle,  symbolically.   Notes  are  on  p.  619.  No  colophon.   Date,  1715. J 


N 


G21 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  585.] 

&n  Excellent  Heto  ISallato,  mtttuletj, 

a^at's  Lament  for  fris  iRebellton* 

To  the  Tune  of,  Now  comes  on  the  Glorious  Tear.     [See  p.  617.] 

Oble  Argyle  when  he  went  on,  while  drums  did  rattle  and  trumpet  sound, 
"  Come,  brave  Boys,  we'l  stand  our  ground,  for  three  to  one  we'l  tight  them." 

As  soon  as  Mar  did  see  the  same,  he  cryed  aloud  with  grief  and  woe, 
"  We  are  not  able  to  fight  our  Foe,  let  us  turn  back  with  mourning. 

"  Tonder's  Argyle,  that  champion  great,  who  to  our  King  hath  no  respect ; 
With  bombs  and  cannons  he'l  make  us  quake,  let  us  for  Peace  implore  him." 

These  men  with  courage  bold  went  on,  like  lyons  to  the  prey  each  one, 

"  For  if  to  the  King  this  thing  be  known,  he'l  nobly  reward  us  !  "  8 

Each  man  unto  the  spoyl  he  gat,  some  got  plaids  and  snuff-mills  in  their  pack, 
Some  had  Targets,  and  some  had  none,  to  keep  them  from  the  volleys. 

Saith  Mar,  "  I  will  to  London  go,  perhaps  the  King  will  favour  show, 
But  mercy,  I  fear,  there  will  be  none  to  such  a  rebel  as  I  am. 

"  I  have  wrought  folly  in  this  land,  both  sword  and  gun  I  did  command, 
Out  of  every  place  I  fetcht  a  Clan,  for  to  revenge  this  quarrel. 

"  With  fear  and  terror  I  may  dread,  what  shall  be  the  Exent  of  this  Head,   [sic. 
Our  Land's  become  a  Field  of  Blood,  it's  all  through  my  occasion."  16 

He  hath  brought  us  from  our  native  place,  here  to  suffer  much  disgrace  ; 
His  heavy  Curse  come  on  his  face,  for  he  hath  wroght  our  Buine. 

"  All  for  our  King  we  did  appear,  our  cries  and  groans  we  thought  he'd  hear, 
And  for  our  Laws  he  would  appear,  yet  he  doth  not  regard  us. 

"  Two  thousand  men  from  me  are  gone,  to  pull  the  King  out  of  his  Throne  ; 
But  now  they  are  taken  every  one,  they  are  made  to  beg  for  pardon. 

"  Here  in  St.  Johnstoun  I  do  ly,  with  sighs  and  groans  and  tears  I  cry  ;  [  —Perth 
I  know  that  many  of  us  shall  dye,  like  dogs  we  must  be  hanged.  24 

"  Here  I  am  surrounded  about,  no  place  nor  corner  [I]  can  get  out ; 
For  if  to  the  fields  I  should  go  out,  they're  at  my  heels  pursuing. 

"  For  if  to  the  Highlands  I  should  flee,  there  will  be  no  Refuge  for  me, 
No  cove,  no  grove,  no  rock  I  see,  to  keep  me  from  their  Fury. 

"  Argyle  he  is  so  valiant  still,  that  many  of  my  men  he'l  kill, 
Upon  me  he  advances  still,  at  length  he  will  undo  me. 

"  He  with  his  mighty  cannon-balls,  he'l  batter  down  both  Towns  and  Walls, 
And  many  of  my  Captains  falls,  they  bleeding  ly  before  him.  32 

"  Certainly  we  have  all  been  mad,  first  when  that  bargain  we  had  made  ; 
He'l  send  us  neither  help  nor  aid,  to  keep  us  from  their  fury. 

"  My  rebellious  weapons  I'll  lay  down,  and  will  be  Subject  to  the  Crown, 
To  all  generations  its  be-known,  that  I  shall  still  be  Loyal. 

"  Our  horrid  plots  we  did  contrive,  thinking  the  King  for  to  deprive, 
But  none  of  our  designs  did  thrive,  they  were  so  ill  contrived. 


622     Mar's  Lament ;  and  The  Clans'  Lamentation,  1715. 

"  We  were  forty  thousand  in  this  Land,  all  bound  by  Association  Baud, 

We  thought  we  would  get  help  at  hand,  but  France  has  us  deceived.  40 

"  A  bold  Attempt  indeed  we  did  make,  when  the  Castle  we  design'd  to  take, 
But  all  did  prove  to  no  effect,  our  plots  were  all  discover'd.  [Edinburgh,  1715. 

"  We  kuow  not  which  way  now  to  turn,  for  our  Magazine's  all  destroy'd  and  burn'd  ; 
For  all  our  projects  are  backward  turn'd,  we've  wrought  our  own  Confusion." 

jFt'nt's. 

[White-letter.  Two  cuts ;  man  smoking,  and  ship.  No  colophon.  Date,  Oct.  1715.] 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  336.     No  duplicate  known,  or  recorded.] 

Cbe  Clans'  Lamentation 

against  (Bar  auti  tficic  oton  j^ollp* 

To  the  Tune  of,  Bonny  Katharine  Ogle.     [See  p.  618.] 

AS  I  did  travel  in  the  North,  I  in  discourse  took  pleasure, 
To  talk  with  those  that  were  our  Foes,  when  that  we  could  get  leasure  : 
That  they  rose  in  Rebellion,  I  did  ask,  what  was  the  reason?        [Text  transp. 
And  what  great  madness  moved  them,  for  to  work  such  great  Treason  ? — 

Against  both  King  and  Parliament,  and  Government  all  over, 

And  would  not  join  to  George  our  King,  the  great  Prince  of  Hanover. 

They  answer'd  me  with  one  accord,  "  We  may  think  shame  to  tell  you, 

That  we  such  simple  fools  have  been  to  join  with  such  a  fellow.  8 

"  He  did  send  letters  unto  us,  and  falsly  did  us  flatter, 
Desiring  us  for  to  arise,  and  Hanoverians  scatter  ; 
And  that  he  would,  bring  o're  our  King,  and  would  put  off  Hanover  ; 
And  that  our  King  he  should  possess  both  North  and  South  all  over. 

"  But  now,  alas  !  we  suffer  for  our  Folly  in  this  matter, 
For  now  we  risen  are,  and  we  shall  never  be  the  better ; 
For  we  did  once  encounter  with  that  mighty  man  of  valour, 
Who's  like  a  Lyon  in  his  strength,  but  comely  in  his  feature.  16 

"  Even  great  Argyle  your  General  will  make  us  to  repent  it, 
That  we  so  foolishly  should  have  even  unto  Mar  consented : 
And  tho'  many  of  us  fell,  ev'n  at  the  same  engagement, 
Yet  we  did  go  along  with  him,  by  his  false  To[ol's  e]nticement.        [mutilated. 

"  He  told  us  we  should  see  our  King,  e're  we  were  two  months  older, 
But  now  we  see  it  is  a  lye  which  makes  our  hearts  the  colder  : 
P'or  he  did  briug  a  man  to  us,  that  might  have  been  his  father, 
Who  said,  he  would  not  [want]  Pop'ry  quite,  but  want  our  kindness  rather.  24 

"  It  had  been  better  for  us  all,  that  Mar  had  ne're  been  born, 
For  now,  alas  !  we  are  become  all  the  whole  Nation's  scorn  : 
For  now  we  have  left  all  our  lands,  likewise  our  life's  in  danger ; 
Alas  !  that  e're  we  did  agree  for  to  fetch  in  a  Stranger. 


The  Clans'  Lamentation,  in  1715  and  1745.  G23 

"  But  now  we're  forc'd  to  take  [our]  flight  before  King  George's  army, 
Of  soldiers  brisk,  and  volunteers,  like  them  there  are  not  many, 
That  made  us  from  Saint  Johnstown  run,  and  likewise  from  Dundee,  Sir, 
And  also  thorow  all  the  towns,  into  the  North- country,  Sir.  32 

"  Alas  !  alas  !  we  are  undone,  for  now  and  evermore  then; 
"We  know  not  where  to  hide  our  selves,  neither  in  hole  nor  bore  then  : 
For  like  a  Partridge  they  do  hunt  us,  both  o're  Hills  and  Glens,  Sir, 
Which  makes  us  for  to  rue  the  day,  that  we  were  named  Clans,  Sir. 

' '  But  now,  alas  !  we  cannot  help  what  we  have  done  amiss,  Sir, 
But  now  we're  like  to  end  our  days,  in  grief  and  heaviness,  Sir, 
Oh,  and  alas  !  we  leave  our  lands,  with  Lamentation,  Sir, 
Likewise  our  wives  and  children  all :  have  pity  them  upon,  Sir.  40 

Jfnts. 

[No  publisher's  name  or  woodcut.  White-letter.  Date,  Nov.  1715.  "  A  weak 
invention  of  the  enemy  !  "  fabricated  by  a  Scotch  non-combatant:  the  rhyme  in 
penultimate  line,  Lamen-ta-shee-on,  is  decisive.  The  tune  belongs  to  Tom 
D'Urfey's  song,  in  Pills  to  P.M.,  vi.  275  ;  the  music  is  given  in  the  admirable 
new  edition,  1887,  of  Mr.  John  Muir  Wood's  Songs  of  Scotland,  p.  60.] 
Note  on  Line  31. — ' St.  Johnstnwi'  is,  of  course  Perth,  the  fair  city  on  the  Tay, 

the  beauty  of  which  is  measured  by  more  than  its  Inches. 


Culloticn,  antj  '  tijc  butrijct '  (Eumbtrlanti. 

"  Let  mournful  Britons  now  deplore  the  horrors  of  JDrummossie  Day  ! 
Our  hopes  of  Freedom  all  are  o'er :  the  Clans  are  all  away,  away ! 
The  clemency  so  late  enjoyed,  converted  to  tyrannic  sway, 
Our  laws  and  friends  it  once  destroy'd,  and  forced  the  Clans  away,  away. 

"  This  fate  thus  doom'd,  the  Scottish  race  to  Tyrants'  last  power  a  prey, 
Shall  all  those  troubles  never  cease?     Why  went  the  Clans  away,  away  ? 
Brave  sons  of  Mar,  no  longer  mourn  !  Your  Prince  abroad  will  make  no  stay  ; 
You'll  bless  the  hour  of  his  return,  and  soon  revenge  JDrummossie  Day." 

— Jacobite  Song,  to  the  tune  of  The  Clans  are  coming,  1746. 


s 


UCH  was  the  rose-coloured  prospect  beheld  by  a  sentimentalist  who  stayed 
safely  at  home  during  the  final  struggle  for  the  Stuarts  in  1746;  if  indeed  the 
song  were  not  written  at  a  later  date  by  one  of  those  true-hearted  Jacobite  Ladies 
who  sang  all  the  most  touching  Laments  for  the  lost  cause,  keeping  alive  the 
love,  although  devoid  of  hope.  We  ourselves  possess  a  large  private  collection  of 
genuine  Jacobite  Relics  (James  Hogg's  were  untrustworthy,  catchpeuny,  and 
garbled,  some  absolutely  fraudulent) ;  but  few  of  them  have  poetic  merit.  We 
restrict  ourselves  here  to  the  rare  lloxburghe  Collection  originals,  all  of  them, 
unhappily,  on  the  w>  ong  side. 

The  tune  here  assigned  to  the  "New  Song,  on  the  Duke  of  Cumberland's 
Victory  at  Culloden-Moor"  is  marked  as  The  Earl  of  Essex.  But  it  is  neither, 
1st,  the  one  known  as  Essex's  Last  Good  Night,  or  Well-a-day  !  so  called  from 
ballads,  beginning,  respectively,  "All  you  that  cry,  '  0  hone  !  0  hone  ! '  '  and 
"  Sweet  England's  prize  is  gone  !  Well-a-day  ! "  Nor  does  it  agree  with  the 
rhythm  of,  2nd,  Essex's  Lamentation,  or  "  What  if  a  day  /"  i.e.  "What  if  a 
day,  or  a  month,  or  an  hour,  crown  thy  delights  with  a  thousand  sweet  con- 
tendings."     (Both  these  tunes  are  given  in  Popular  Music,  pp.  176  and  311.) 


624 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  789.] 

a  JIMu  §>ong» 

(EaU'tf  trje  Duke  of  Cumberland's  Utctoto  obcr  trje  -StortcA  Gruels  at 
Cidhdon-Moor  near  Inverness,  fflaoc  bo  a  Solofcr  tofjo  toas  in  tlje 
Cnctarjemcnt. 

To  the  Tone  of,  The  Earl  of  Essex.     [See  p.  623.] 

YOu  Subjects  of  Britton,  now  you  may  rejoice, 
And  pray  for  King  George  with  heart  and  voice. 
The  Popish  Pretender  has  now  run  away. 
Just  like  his  old  Daddy  no  longer  could  stay. 

The  brave  Duke  of  Cumberland  he  did  command, 
And  happy  was  we  that  had  such  a  Hand, 
He  greatly  encouraged  his  Soldiers  that  Day, 
And  it  was  our  care  his  Command  to  obey.  8 

"We  followed  the  Rebels  thro'  dirt  and  thro'  mire, 
And  for  to  come  up  with  them  was  our  desire ; 
At  length  we  did  wade  through  the  fresh  River  Speij, 
And  when  we  came  over  they  still  run  away. 

We  still  advane'd  after  them  [during]  four  days, 
Over  mountains,  thro'  rivers,  and  many  rough  ways  ; 
At  length  we  came  up  with  them  near  Inverness, 
And  there  we  quickly  put  them  to  distress.  16 

They  had  thirteen  Pieces  of  Cannon  that  Day, 
Which  quickly  upon  us  began  for  to  play  ; 
Our  cannon  we  turned  it,  and  levell'd  it  so  true, 
We  made  all  the  Rebels  begin  to  look  blue. 

They  thought  to  come  in  upon  CJs  sword  in  hand, 
But  as  we  was  ordered,  we  firmly  did  stand  ; 
We  poured  in  our  small  Shot  so,  when  they  drew  nigh, 
That  many  fell  dead,  and  the  rest  they  did  fly.  24 

They  was  in  such  hast[e]  they  their  Cannon  did  leave, 
And  then  the  Pretender  did  weep  and  did  grieve  ;  [Fact ! 

They  left  all  their  Baggage  their  hast[e]  it  was  such, 
And  their  Animation,  which  grieved  them  much. 

Our  Light-horse  and  Dragoons  they  did  closely  pursue, 
With  Broad  Swords  and  Pistols  great  numbers  they  slew, 
The  o-round  it  was  covered  with  wounded  and  slain ; 
So,  Popish  Pretender,  thy  hopes  are  in  vain  !  32 

Three  thousand  that  Day  we  la[id]  dead  on  the  ground,     ["  lay  " 
Besides  many  skulking  in  Cabbins  we  found  ; 
And  many  deserted,  their  kale -yards  to  set, 
Which  put  the  Pretender  into  a  great  fret. 

Altho'  they  had  got  an  Assistance  from  France, 
The  brave  Duke  of  Cumber/and  made  them  to  dance, 
He  took  many  Prisoners,  and  blasted  their  hope, 
For  he  was  not  commanded  by  General  Cope.  [See  Note. 

To  hang  all  the  Rebels  you  have  my  consent, 
Because  with  a  good  King  they  are  not  content ; 
The  World  it  is  come  to  a  very  bad  Pass, 
For  they  want  to  have  Britton  be  ruled  by  an  Ass.  44 


Duke  of  Cumberland's  Victory  at  Gulloden. 


625 


Let  each  Loyal  Subject  then  fill  up  a  Glass, 
And  drink  to  King  George  and  about  let  it  pass  ; 
And  when  your  hand's  in,  let  your  Liquor  not  stand, 
But  fill  up  another  to  brave  CUMBERLAND. 

For  He's  a  Commander  couragious  and  bold, 
In  following  the  Rebels  he  will  not  be-  controul'd  ; 
I  wish  he  may  always  have  Health  and  Success, 
For  such  a  Commander  is  a  great  Happiness.  52 

Note. — Line  40  is  a  well-deserved  gird  against  sleepy-headed  Sir  John  Cope 
('  Hey  !  Johnnie  Cope,  are  ye  waukin'  yet  ?  '),  who  was  caught  napping,  as  Morse 
found  his  mare,  by  Charles  Edward  Stuart  before  the  Battle  of  Prestonpans,  near 
Tranent,  21st  Sept.  1745.  Johnnie  Cope  was  unanimously  absolved  from  blame 
by  a  council  of  officers,  and  died  28  May,  1760. 

[The  Colophon  is  at  the  end  of  the  companion  ditty,  "  England's  Glory,"  p.  626.] 
%*  Printed  on  the  same  sheet  with  the  other  ballad,  William,  Duke  of 
Cumberland,  and  the  victory  at  Culloden,  but  by  an  inferior  hand.  The  author 
of  this  "  New  Song"  possessed  far  more  of  the  spirit  of  olden  bard  and  warrior 
than  did  any  of  the  common  herd,  the  political  hacks  who  wrote  their  Grub-street 
rhymes  to  order  of  the  Walpole  clique  pay-masters  in  town.  Remembering  the 
cruel  butchery  which  followed  so  speedily  on  the  defeat  of  the  brave  Highlanders, 
the  slaughter  of  their  wives  and  children  by  the  troopers  of  Cumberland  William, 
eternally  remembered  as  "the  Butcher,"  not  to  mention  the  ruthless  execution 
of  many  gallant  gentlemen  and  noblemen  on  scaffolds  reeking  with  the  best  Scottish 
blood,  it  is  noteworthy  that  these  two  ditties  were  appropriately  issued,  along  with 
other  Sheffield  cutlery,  "Near  the  Shambles." 

There  is  one  small  woodcut  of  a  Grenadier  at  top  of  "  A  New  Song,"  on  the 
same  sheet.  For  this  we  here  substitute  our  own  reduced  copy  of  another  Royal 
Grenadier  of  the  same  date,  from  Hogarth's  Foundling-Hospital  picture,  "  The 
March  to  Finehley  "  (mentioned  on  p.  618). 


VOL.    VI. 


626 


[Roxburghe  Collection  III.  789,  on  same  leaf.] 

OBnglanD's  ®iot:p; 

©r,  £)uI>e  32EflIiam'gjKrmtnpfj  obcr  tfje  Eebcls  in  Scotland. 


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)RITT()NS  all  your  voices  raise, 
Huzza!  the  £> it ix/t  Hero; 
And  sound  tbe  brave  Duke  William's  Praise, 
And  make  the  Tallies  echo  ; 

Fur  now  me  Boys  we've  got  the  Day,  [sic  Hibernicg. 

For  which  we  long  did  wish  and  Pray, 
Let  every  Churchman  with  me  say, 
God  save  the  brave  Duke  William.  8 

When  onr  Champion  orders  gave, 
To  march  and  give  them  Battle, 
Our  Soldiers  gave  three  loud  Huzzas, 
"Whilst  Cannon  loud  did  Rattle  ; 
When  to  the  river  Spey  they  came, 
So  eager  was  they  for  the  game, 
They  all  leaped  in  and  through  it  swam, 
Lead  on  by  brave  Duke  William.  [=led. 

The  Rebels  look'd  like  Men  amaz'd, 
To  see  the  Brittons  coming  ; 
They  'spyed  the  Duke  and  on  him  gazed, 
But  soon  they  all  were  running ; 
On  Cullodon-Moor  they  made  a  stand. 
Eight  thousand  Men  with  sword  in  Hand  ; 
But  all  the  World  must  needs  commend 
The  conduct  of  brave  Duke  William.  2-4 

Our  Soldiers  bravely  stood  their  ground 
And  briskly  they  did  Fire, 
The  vain  Pretender  quickly  found 
'Twas  time  for  to  retire. 

Three  thousand  slain  they  left  behind,  [text, "  Sousand," 

A  thousand  more  that's  now  confined  ; 
And  Monsieur  you  shall  quickly  find 
A  Champion  in  Duke  William. 

Pray  God  preserve  great  George  our  King, 
The  Glory  of  our  Nation  ; 
Let  every  Popish  Rebel  swing 
At  TYBUHN,  then- old  Station: 
Hut  loyal  subjects  soon  will  see, 
The  sweet  effects  of  Liberty, 
Preserved  from  Popish  Tyranny, 
By  GOD  and  brave  Duke  William.  40 

Sheffield:  Printed  by  Francis  Lister,  near  the  Shambles,  1746. 
[In  White-letter.  One  woodcut  of  a  Grenadier  :  Cf.  p.  625.  Date,  April,  1746.] 
%*  With  this  sub-section  of  Jacobite,  or  Anti-Jacobite  Roxburghe  Ballads, 
we  quit  for  the  present  the  Scottish  portion  of  our  group.  But  there  is  good 
reason  for  believing  that  "Little  Musgrave  "  was  of  the  Armstrong  Borderers, 
and  Lady  Barnard  of   the  Barnard-Castle  Yorkshire  family  {cf.  pp.  606,  627). 


62  7 


A. 


iUttle  a^usgxatic  ant)  latip  iBamatD, 

"  The  Hunt  is  up  !  the  Hunt  is  up  !  and  now  it  is  almost  day, 
And  he  that's  in  bed  with  another  man's  wife, 
It's  time  to  get  him  away." 

— Wedderburne's  Glide  and  Godly  Ballatts,  1621. 


LTHOUGH  there  have  heen,  as  usual,  many  claims  urged 
from  the  North  for  the  Scottish  authorship  of  this  grand  old 
ballad,  grounded  on  the  existence  of  numerous  and  widely  varying 
'  traditionary '  misrecollections  thereof,  collected  zealously  with 
more  or  less  inaccuracy  (especially  less),  no  tittle  of  trustworthy 
evidence  has  ever  been  produced  in  support  of  such  claims.  On  the 
contrary,  we  possess  proofs  manifold  and  convincing,  more  than 
a  century  older  than  any  Scottish  versions  or  garbled  reminiscences 
of  the  English  broadsides,  that  it  belonged  solely  to  us.  Little 
Musgrave  himself  may  have  been  a  Westmoreland  Borderer.  Names 
of  towns  or  other  special  localities  were  often  modern  interpo- 
lations to  suit  particular  markets  and  auditories,  changeable  at 
will ;  but  as  far  as  they  go,  the  references  to  Oxfordshire  and 
Bucklesfieldbury  point  clearly  to  the  home  of  the  story  :  though 
modern  Scotch  recitations  introduce  "Dundee"  recklessly. 

That  every  existing  copy  is  partially  corrupt  may  be  granted, 
since  the  progress  of  deterioration  was  rapid  in  the  transmission 
of  ballads  orally,  and  little  less  so  in  the  reprinting  from  an  early 
edition.  Not  alone  sheer  blundering,  but  wanton  interpolation 
by  incompetent  hands,  were  always  to  be  feared  and  expected. 
As  an  example  of  this,  take  the  original  final  stanza,  which 
assigned  the  higher  place  within  the  grave  to  Lady  Barnard, 
because  she  "came  of  the  nobler  kin,"  being  corrupted  in  both 
of  the  distinct  Boxburghe  modern  exemplars  into  the  absurdity 
of  misprints,  "  for  she's  of  the  better  skin." 

It  was,  evidently,  already  an  old-established  favourite  ballad 
before  it  was  quoted  or  intentionally  misquoted  by  James  Fletcher, 
after  his  merry  use  and  wont,  in  The  Knight  of  the  Burning  Pestle, 
act  v.  sc.  3,  printed  in  1613,  but  of  date  1610  (our  14th  stanza) : — 

And  some  they  whistled,  and  some  they  sung, 

Hey  doivn,  down  ! 
And  some  did  loudly  say, 
Ever  as  the  Lord  Barneys  horn  blew 

"  Away,  Musgrave,  away  !  " 

In  his  Bonduca  (act  v.  sc.  2,  before  March,  1619),  he  shows  a  loose 

remembrance  (or  recovery)  of  one  stanza  in  the  Drolleries*  version  : — 

[He]  set  the  sword  unto  her  breast,  [Misquoted,  "  She." 

Great  pity  it  was  to  see 
That  three  drops  of  her  life-warm  blood 


Kan  trickliug  down  her  knee. 


628  Little  Mtisgrave  and  Lady  Barnard. 

Fletcher's  Monsieur  Thomas,  act  iv.,  holds  the  unmistakeable 
parody  of  Lord  Barnard's  conditional  promise  and  threat : — 

"If  this  be  true,  thou  little  tiny  page, 
This  tale  that  thou  tellest  nie, 
Theu  on  thy  hack  will  I  presently  hang 
A  handsome  new  livery. 

"  But  if  this  be  false,  thou  little  tiny  page, 
As  false  it  well  may  be  [so], 
Then  with  a  cudgel  of  four  feet  long 
I'll  beat  thee  from  head  to  toe." 

There  is  a  virtual  completeness  in  the  version  given  in  Wit 
Restored,  1658  (twice  reprinted,  Park,  1817  ;  Hotten,  1873,  but  never 
rightly  edited,  as  it  well  deserved  to  be),  and  again  in  Wit  mid 
Drollery,  third  extant  edition,  1682,  p.  81.  Much  earlier  than 
any  of  these  had  been  transcribed  the  Percy  Folio  MS.,  p.  53, 
but  it  is  unfortunately  woefully  mutilated,  lacking  nine  and  a  half 
of  the  opening  stanzas,  and  seven  and  two  halves  nearer  the  end 
of  our  Wit  Restored  print.  Of  broadside  versions  now  remaining, 
the  earliest  in  date  of  issue  is  Henry  Gosson's  (Pepys  Coll.,  I.  364) ; 
another  (Pepys,  III.  314)  was  printed  for  J.  Clark,  "W".  Thackeray, 
and  T.  Passenger  ;  one  of  our  Iloxburghes  (III.  146)  was  for  Coles, 
Vere,  Wright,  and  Clarke  ;    the  Pagford  (I.  36),  for  W.  Onley. 

We  need  write  no  more  on  the  Scottish  so-called  traditional 
versions,  than  record  on  p.  630  their  first  lines,  titles,  and  position. 
They  have  no  authority  whatever,  being  self- evidently  imitations. 

We  depend  on  the  three  distinct  embodiments,  1st,  the  Drolleries  ; 
2nd,  Henry  Gosson's  broadside;  and  3rd,  the  Percy  Folio  fragments, 
copied  on  next  page.  The  Roxburghe  copy  has  a  sorry  ending,  with 
its  methodistical  moralization,  clumsily  expressed  (p.  634). 

Amid  all  imperfections  of  its  gradual  deterioration,  there  is  visible 
to  any  true  espial  the  tragic  beauty  of  the  story.  Except  in  one 
hideous  stanza  (26th  of  Wit  Restored,  where  the  Lady  is  treated 
similarly  to  Sta.  Agatha:  the  stanza  being  clearly  condemned  on  the 
authority  of  the  Bonduca  quotation),  the  injured  husband  stands 
forward  as  a  noble  figure,  a  man  who  disdains  to  take  any  unfair 
advantage  of  an  unarmed  foe ;  who  lets  him  win  the  first  stroke, 
but  who,  when  he  himself  deals  the  second  stroke,  leaves  no  third 
blow  to  be  needed.  Goaded  to  desperation  by  his  Lady,  who 
desires  not  to  live,  he  slays  her  in  one  fierce  moment  of  uncon- 
trollable rage.  But  pity  for  the  ill-starred  pair  comes  to  him, 
and  he  yields  them  the  grace  of  re-union  in  the  grave  ;  all  the 
more  willingly  (if  we  are  to  accept  the  Percy  Folio  reading  and 
some  others)  because  of  his  discovery  that  her  folly  or  crime  had 
been  caused  by  the  delirium  of  impending  child-birth,  a  mere  craze 
to  bring  Little  Musgrave  close  beside  her — and  that  he  has  slain 
his  own  true  child,  his  son  and  heir  indisputably,  in  slaying  her. 


Little  Musgrare  and  Lady  Barnard.  629 

It  is  almost  as  with  Haidee  (that  exquisite  episode  in  the  Don  Juan 
of  Byron,  whom  the  paltriest  scribblers  now  traduce  and  disparage) : 
She  died,  but  not  alone  ;  she  bore  within 

A  second  principle  of  life,  which  might 
Have  dawned  a  fair  and  sinless  child  of  sin, 

But  closed  its  little  being  without  light, 
And  went  down  to  the  grave  unborn,  wherein 

Blossom  and  bough  lay  withered  with  one  blight : 
In  vain  the  dews  of  heaven  descend  above 
The  bleeding  flower  and  blasted  fruit  of  love. 

This  ill-omened  secret  meeting  of  the  lady  and  Musgrave  was 
their  first  as  well  as  their  last :  this  fact  the  husband  himself 
is  prompt  to  recognize.  No  question  could  arise  as  to  her  former 
sinlessness  :  none  as  to  the  lawful  paternity  of  the  unborn  son. 
This  consideration  mitigates  the  horror  and  loathing  that  might 
otherwise  attend  our  judgement  of  her  shameless  avowal  of  passion. 
It  is  like  a  glimpse  into  Nature's  dreadful  secrets. 

[Percy  Folio  Manuscript,  Brit.  Mus.  Add.  MS.  27,879,  fol.  53.] 

[&  jFragm1  of  ne  BallatJ  of  EorH  Barnartj  &  the  Utttle  iHusjjrabe.] 

[ The  beginning  half-page  is  lost.] 

For  this  same  night  att  B[  .  .  .  .]/litle  Musgreue  is  in  bed  wth  thy  wife  : 

If  it  be  trew,  thou  litle  foote  page/  this  tale  thou  hast  told  to  mee, 
then  all  my  lands  in  Bucklefeildberry/  He  freely  giue  to  thee. 

But  if  this  be  a  lye,  thou  litle  foot  page,/  this  tale  thou  hast  told  to  mee, 
then  on  the  highest  tree  in  Bucklesfeild-berry/  all  hanged  that  thou  shalt  bee. 
Saies  Vpp  &  rise  my  merrymen  all/  &  saddle  me  my  good  steede, 
for  I  must  ride  to  Bucklesfeildberry/  god  wott  I  had  neuer  more  need. 
But  some  they  whistled,  and  some  the  sunge/  &  some  they  thus  cold  say, 
"  When  euer  as  Lo:  Barnetts  home  blowes/  away  Musgerue,  away  !  " 

"  Mie  thinkes  I  heare  the  throstlecocke,/  me  thinkes  I  heare  the  Jay, 
Me  thinkes  I  heare  Lo:  Barnetts  home  :/  away,  Musgreue,  away. 

"  But  lie  still,  lie  still,  litle  Musgreue/  &  huddle  me  from  the  cold, 
for  it  is  but  some  sheaperds  boy/  is  whistling  sheepe  ore  the  Mold. 

"  Is  not  thy  hauke  vpon  a  pearch/  thy  horsse  eating  corne  &  hay, 
&  thou,  a  gay  lady  in  thine  armes/  &  yett  thou  wold  goe  awaw. 

By  this  time  Lo:  Barnett  was  come  to  the  dore/  &  light  vpon  a  stone, 
and  he  pulled  out  3  silver  kayes/  &  opened  the  dores  euery  one. 

And  first  he  puld  the  couering  doune/  &  then  puld  doune  the  sheete, 

Saies,  "  how  now,  how  now,  litle  Musgreue/  dost  find  my  gay  lady  sweet?" 

"  I  find  her  sweete,"  saies  litle  Musgreue/  the  more  is  my  greefe  and  paine  ; 

[.   .  .  Lower  half  of  the  page  is  lost :  having  broken  away .] 

Soe  haue  I  done  the  fairest  Lady/  y'  euer  wore  womans  weede,  [fol.  54. 

Soe  haue  I  done  a  heathen  child/  wch  ffull  sore  grieueth  mee, 

for  wch  He  repent  all  the  dayes  of  my  life,/  and  god  be  with  them  all  3. 

dFm[f]g. 

["  Heathen  child  "  was  so  misinterpreted  as  to  be  glossed  "  ?  wild,  loose  knight :  " 
although  the  reference  is  clearly  to  an  imbaptised  because  unborn  infant.'] 


630  Little  Musgrave  and  Lady  Barnard. 

It  must  have  been  a  direct  recognition  of  the  slain  child ;  judging  by  Lord 
Barnard's  final  prayer  "and  God  be  with  all  three."  The  Scotch  MSS. 
generally  agree  in  this  particular  incident,  amid  their  divarications.  Thus  the 
Campbell  MS.,  II.  43,  which  indulges  in  wholesale  slaughter  (making  Musgrave 
a  married  man,  brutally  and  unnecessarily),  ends  thus  idiotically  :  — 

He's  ta'en  out  a  rappier  then,  he's  struck  it  in  the  strae,  [=stroked. 

And  thro'  and  thro'  his  lady's  sides  he  gar'd  the  cauld  steel  gae. 

'  I  am  not  sae  wae  for  Little  Musgrave,  as  he  lys  cauld  and  dead, 

But  I'm  right  wae  for  his  lady,  for  she'll  gae  witless  wud.  [id  est,  mad. 

'  I'm  not  sae  wae  for  ni£  lady,  for  she  lies  cauld  and  dead  ; 

But  i"  am  right  icae  for  my  young  son,  lies  sprawling  in  her  bluid.' 

First  crew  the  black  cock,  and  next  crew  the  sparrow  ; 

And  what  the  better  was  Lord  Barnaby  ?     He  was  hanged  on  the  morrow. 

Bobert  Jamieson  (a  sensible  editor,  worth  a  dozen  Peter  Buchan  mosaicists 
and  mud-pie  reconstructors)  adds  a  final  stanza,  after  the  "A  grave,  a  grave"  :  — 
But  oh,  how  sorry  was  that  good  lord, 

For  a'  his  angry  mood, 
When  he  beheld  his  ain  young  son, 
All  weltring  in  his  blood  ! 

Motherwell's  MS.  p.  643  (from  recitation  of  Mrs.  McConechie,  Kilmarnock), 
accounts  for  the  three  deaths  by  making  Lord  Barnard  kill  himself  : — 

He  lean'd  the  halbert  on  the  ground, 

The  point  o't  to  his  breast, 
Saying,  '  Here  are  three  souls  gaun  to  heaven, 

1  hope  they'll  a'  get  rest.'  [Cf  p.  649. 

A  silly  drivelling  version  recovered  by  Dr.  Joseph  Bobertson  at-  Leochel,  in 
Aberdeenshire,  Feb.  12,  1829,  begins,  "  It's  four  and  twenty  bonny  boys  ;  "  ends, 

There  was  nae  main  made  for  that  Ladie, 

In  bower  whar  she  lay  dead  ! 
But  a'  was  for  her  bonny  young  son, 

Lay  blobberin  amang  the  bluid. 

Instead  of  the  calm  deep  anguish  of  the  husband,  so  reticent,  in  his  penance, 
Peter  Buchan's  tiresome  tediousness  ravels  out  the  threads  (192  lines  !  !)  thus  :  — 

'  Ye'll  darken  my  windows  up  secure,  wi'  stanchions  round  about, 
And  there  is  not  a  living  man  shall  e'er  see  me  walk  out. 

1  Nae  mair  fine  clothes  my  body  deck,  nor  kame  gang  in  my  hair, 
Nor  burning  coal  nor  candle  light  shine  in  my  bower  mair. 

InBobert  Jamieson''s  Popular  Ballads  and  Songs,  1806,  i.  170,  "Lord  Barnaby," 
begins  "  I  have  a  tower  in  Dalisberie."  Motherwell's  Minstrelsy  fragment  in 
his  Appendix,  1829,  p.  xx,  "It  fell  upon  a  Martinmas  time."  (For  Mother- 
well's MSS.  pp.  120,  305,  371,  643,  see  English  and  Scotch  Popular  Ballads, 
4to.,  July,  1885,  vol.  ii.  p.  242,  et  seq.,  viz.  "Little  Musgrave  is  to  the  Church 
gone:"  Little  Sir  Grove="'It's  gold  shall  be  your  hire,'  she  says;"  Lord 
Barnabas's  Lady  =  "  Four-and-twenty  Ladies  fair;"  and  Wee  Messgrove  = 
"  Lord  Barnard's  awa.'')  Kinloch's  MS.  has  "  There  were  four-and-twenty 
gentlemen  a  playing  at  the  ba'."  Peter  Buchan's  untrustworthy  MS.,  I.  27, 
and  James  Henry  Dixon's  Scottish  Traditional  Versions  of  Ancient  Ballads 
(Percy  Society,  vol.  xvii.  p.  21),  begin,  "  Four-and-twenty  handsome  youths." 

%*  The  earliest  printed  copy,  extant,  the  Wit  Restored  version,  of  1658, 
being  a  less  corrupted  text  than  our  comparative  late  broadsides,  we  give  it  also. 


631 


[Wit  Restor'd,  1658,  p.  174  ;  Ibid.  1873,  p.  388.] 

€I)c  olo  IMIao  of  iLtttle  Musgrave 

anD  tf)t  llallu  Barnard. 


A 


S  it  fell  one  holy-day,  hay  downe,  as  many  there  be  in  the  yeare, 
When  young  men  and  maids  together  did  goe,  their  Mattins  and 
Masse  to  heare, 

Little  Musgrave  came  to  the  church-dore,  the  Preist  was  at  private 

Masse, 
But  he  had  more  minde  of  the  faire  women,  than  he  had  of  our 

Lady['s]  grace. 

The  one  of  them  was  clad  in  green,  another  was  clad  in  pale, 
And  then  came  in  my  Lord  Barnard's  wife,  the  fairest  amongst 
them  all ; 

She  cast  an  eye  on  little  Musgrave,  as  bright  as  the  summer  sun, 
And  then  bethought  this  little  Musgrave,  '  This  lady's  heart  have  I 
woonn.' 

Quoth  she  '  I  have  loved  thee,  little  Musgrave,  full  long  and  many 

a  day.' 
•  So  have  I  loved  you,  fair  Lady,  yet  never  word  durst  I  say.' 
'  I  have  a  bower  at  Buckehfordbery ,  full  daintyly  it  is  geight,  {.dight. 
If  thou  wilt  we[n]d  thither,  thou  little  Musgrave,  thou's  lig  in  mine 

armes  all  night.' 

Quoth  he,  '  I  thank  yee,  faire  lady,  this  kindnes  thou  showest  to  me  ; 
But  whether  it  be  to  my  weal  or  woe,  this  night  I  will  lig  with  thee.' 

With  that  he  heard  a  little  tyne  page,  by  his  ladyes  coach  as  he  ran, 
'  All  though  I  am  my  ladye's  foot-page,  yet  I  am  lord  Barnard'' s  man. 
My  lord  Barnard  shall  knowe  of  this,  whether  I  sink  or  sinn;  ' 
And  ever  where  the  bridges  were  broake,  he  laid  him  downe  to 
swimme. 

'  A  sleepe  or  wake  !  thou  Lord  Barnard,  as  thou  art  a  man  of  life, 
For  little  Musgrave  is  at  Bucklesfordbery  :  abed  with  thy  own  wedded 
wife.' 

'  If  this  be  true,  thou  little  tinny  Page,  this  thing  thou  tellest  to  mee, 
Then  all  the  land  in  Bucklesfordbery  I  freely  will  give  to  thee. 
But  if  it  be  a  ly,  thou  little  tinny  Page,  this  thing  thou  tellest  to  me, 
On  the  hyest  tree  in  Bucklesfordbery  then  hanged  shall  thou  be.' 

He  called  up  his  merry  men  all,  '  Come,  sadle  me  my  steed  ! 

This  night  must  I  to  Buckellsfordbery,  for  I  never  had  greater  need.' 


632  Little  Musgrave  and  Lad//  Barnard. 

And  some  of  them  whistl'd  and  some  of  them  sung,  and  some  these 

words  did  say, 
And  ever  when  my  lord  Barnard's  horn  blew,  '  A-way,  Musgrave, 

a-way  !  ' 

'  Me-thinks  I  hear  the  Thresel-cock,  me-thinks  I  hear  the  Jaye, 
Me-thinks  I  hear  my  Lord  Barnard,  and  would  I  were  away.' 

'  Lye  still,  lye  still,  thou  little  Musgrave,  and  huggell  me  from  the  cold  ; 
'Tis  nothing  but  a  shephard's  boy,  a  driving  his  sheep  to  the  fold. 
Is  not  thy  hawke  upon  a  perch  ?  thy  steed  eats  oats  and  hay ; 
And  thou  [a]  fair  Lady  in  thine  armes,  and  would'st  thou  be  away?' 

With  that  my  lord  Barnard  came  to  the  dore,  and  lit  a  stone  upon, 
He  plucked  out  three  silver  keys,  and  he  open'd  the  dores  each  one. 
He  lifted  up  the  coverlett,  he  lifted  up  the  sheet, 
'  How  now,  how  now,  thou  litell  Musgrave,  doest  thou  find  my  lady 
sweet  ? ' 

1 1  find  her  sweet,'  quoth  little  Musgrave,  '  The  more  'tis  to  my  paine  ; 
I  would  gladly  give  three  hundred  pounds  that  I  were  on  yonder 
plaine.' 

'Arise,  arise,  thou  littell  Musgrave,  and  put  thy  cloth-es  on, 
It  shall  ne'er  be  said  in  my  country  I  have  killed  a  naked  man. 
I  have  two  Swords  in  one  scabberd,  full  dere  they  cost  my  purse  ; 
And  thou  shalt  have  the  best  of  them,  and  I  will  have  the  worse.' 

The  first  stroke  that  little  Musgrave  stroke,  he  hurt  lord  Barnard  sore  ; 
The  next  stroke  that  Lord  Barnard  stroke,  Little  Musgrave  ne're 
struck  more. 

"With  that  bespake  this  faire  lady,  in  bed  whereas  she  lay, 

'  Although  thou'rt  dead,  thou  little  Musgrave,  yet  I  for  thee  will 

pray, 
'  And  wish  well  to  thy  soule  will  I,  so  long  as  I  have  life  : 
So  will  I  not  for  thee,  Barnard,  although  I  am  thy  wedded  wife. 

He  cut  her  paps  from  off  her  brest,  great  pitty  it  was  to  see, 

That  some  drops  of  this  ladie's  heart's  blood  ran  trickling  downe 

her  knee.  l°f-  pp-  62V.  628. 

'  AVoe  worth  you,  woe  worth,  my  merry  men  all !  you  were  ne'er 

borne  for  my  good  : 
Why  did  you  not  offer  to  stay  my  hand,  when  you  see  me  wax  so 

wooc|  9  [i.e.  wud  =  mad. 

'  For  I  have  slaine  the  bravest  Sir  Knight  that  ever  rode  on  steed, 
So  have  I  done  the  fairest  lady  that  ever  did  woman's  deed. 
1  A  grave,  a  grave,'  Lord  Barnard  cry'd,  '  to  put  these  lovers  in  : 
But  lay  my  lady  on  upper  hand,  for  she  came  of  the  better  kin.' 


633 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  146,  340  ;  Bagford,  I.  36;  II.  65  ;  Pepys,  I.  364  ; 
III.  314  ;   Wood,  401,  fol.  91  ;   Douce,  I.  151  verso  ;  Jersey,  II.  185.] 

a  Lamentable  Italian  of  tfje  Little  Musgrove,  ana 

tl)t  LaUp  Barnet. 

To  an  excellent  New  Tune.     [See  Popular  Music,  p.  170.] 

AS  it  fell  out  on  a  [high]  Holly-day,  as  many  more  be  in  the  Tear, 
Little  Musgrove  would  to  the  Church  and  pray,  to  see  the  fair  Ladies  there : 
Gallants  they  were  of  good  degree,  for  beauty  exceeding  fair,  ["  there" 

Most  wondrous  lovely  to  the  eye,  which  did  to  the  Church  repair. 

Some  came  down  in  red  velvet,  and  some  came  down  in  Pale  :  La.l.  Pall. 

The  next  came  down  the  Lady  Barnet,  the  fairest  among  them  all : 

She  cast  a  look  on  Little  Musgrove,  as  bright  as  the  Summer's  Sun, 

Full  well  then  perceived  Little  Musgrove,  Lady  Barnet' s  Love  he  had  won. 

The  Lady  Barnet  meek  and  mild  saluted  this  Little  Musgrove, 
Who  did  repay  her  kind  courtesie,  with  favour  and  gentle  love  : 
"  I  have  a  Bower  in  merry  Barnet,  bestrewed  with  Cowslips  sweet, 
If  that  you  please,  [my]  Little  Musgrove,  in  Love  me  there  to  meet. 

"  Within  mine  arms  one  night  to  sleep,  for  you  my  love  have  won  ;       [a.l  to  lie. 
You  need  not  fear  my  suspitious  Lord,  for  he  from  home  is  gone." 
"  Betide  me  life,  betide  me  death,  this  night  I  will  lye  with  thee ; 
And  for  thy  sake  I'll  hazard  my  breath,  so  dear  is  my  love  to  thee." 

''What  shall  we  do  with  our  little  Foot-page,  our  counsel  for  to  keep, 

And  watch  for  fear  Lord  Barnet  come,  while  we  together  sleep  P  "         [a.l.  meet. 

"  Red  Gold  shall  be  his  hire,"  quoth  he,  and  silver  shall  be  his  fee  ; 

So  he  our  counsel  safely  keep,  that  I  may  sleep  with  thee."         [If-  -lie  butkeep. 

"  I  will  have  none  of  your  gold,"  he  said,  "  nor  none  of  your  silver  fee  : 

If  I  should  keep  your  counsel,  Sir,  'twere  great  disloyalty.  [a.l.  Madam. 

I  will  not  be  false  unto  my  Lord,  for  house,  nor  yet  for  Land, 

But  if  my  Lady  prove  untrue,  Lord  Barnet  shall  understand." 

Then  swiftly  ran  this  little  Foot-page  unto  his  Lord  with  speed, 

Who  then  was  feasting  with  his  owu  friends,  not  dreaming  of  this  ill  deed  : 

Most  speedily  the  Page  did  hastfe],  most  swiftly  he  did  run, 

And  when  he  came  to  the  broken  bridge,  he  bent  his  breast  and  swam. 

The  Page  did  make  no  stay  at  all,  but  went  to  [his]  Lord  with  speed,     ["  to  the." 
That  he  the  truth  may  say  to  him,  concerning  this  wicked  deed :  [might  tell. 

He  found  his  Lord  at  Supper  then,  great  merriment  they  did  make, 
"  My  Lord,"  quoth  he,  "  this  night  upon  my  word,  Musgrove  with  your  Lady  doth 
sleep." 

"  If  this  be  true,  my  little  Foot-page,  and  true  that  thou  tellest  to  me, 
My  eldest  Daughter  l'le  give  thee,  and  wedded  thou  shalt  be  : 
If  this  be  a  lye,  my  little  Foot-page,  and  a  lye  thou  tellest  to  me, 
A  new  pair  of  Gallows  shall  be  set  up,  and  hanged  thou  shalt  be." 

"  If  this  be  a  lye,  my  Lord,"  (he  said),  "  and  a  lye  that  thou  hearest  of  me, 

Never  stay  a  pair  of  gallows  to  make,  but  hang  me  on  the  next  tree. 

Lord  Barnet  call'd  his  merry  men  all,  away  with  speed  he  would  go, 

His  heart  was  so  perplex'd  with  grief,  the  truth  of  this  he  must  know.    [«■*•  sore. 


<;;;i 


Little  Musgrove  and  the  Lady  Bar-net. 


"  Saddle  your  horses  with  speed,"  he  said,  "and  saddle  me  ray  white  Steed  ; 

If  this  be  true,  as  the  Page  hath  said,  Musi/ion-  shall  repent  this  deed." 

He  charged  his  men  to  make  no  noise,  as  they  rode  along  the  way, 

'•  Wind  no  horn  "  (quoth  he)  "  on  your  Life,"  lest  our  coming  it  should  betray." 

But  one  of  them  that  Musgrove  did  love,  and  respected  his  friendship  most  dear, 

To  give  him  notice  Lord  Barnet  was  come,  did  wind  the  Bugle  most  clear  ; 

And  evermore  as  he  did  sound,  "Away,  Musgrove,  and  away  ! 

For  if  he  take  thee  with  my  Lady,  then  slain  thou  shalt  he  this  day." 

*'  0  hark  !  lair  Lady,  your  Lord  is  near,  I  hear  his  little  horn  blow, 

And  if  he  find  me  in  your  arms  thus,  then  slain  I  shall  be,  I  know. 

"  0  lye  still,  lye  still,  little  Musgrove,  and  keep  my  back  from  the  cold, 

I  know  it  is  my  father's  Shepherd,  chiving  sheep  unto  the  Pinfold. 

Musgrove  did  turn  him  round  about,  sweet  slumber  his  eyes  did  greet, 

"When  he  did  awake,  he  then  did  espy  Lord  Barnet  at  the  bed's-feet. 

"  Rise  up,  rise  up,  little  Musgrove,  and  put  thy  clothing  on  ;  ["O  rise." 

It  never  shall  be  said  in  England  fair,  that  I  slew  a  naked  man, 

"  Here  are  two  good  swords,"  Lord  Barnet  said,  "  the  choice  Musgrove  shall  make, 

The  best  of  them  thy  self  shall  have,  and  I  the  worst  will  take  ; 

The  first  blow  [that]  Musgrove  did  strike,  he  wounded  Lord  Barnet  sore ; 

The  second  blow  Lord  Barnet  gave,  Musgrove  could  strike  no  more. 

He  took  his  Lady  by  the  white  hand,  all  love  to  rage  convert, 

And  with  his  sword,  in  most  furious  wise,  he  pierc'd  her  tender  heart ; 


A  grave, 


a  grave  !  "  Lord  Barnet  cry'd,  "prepare  to  lay  us  in. 


My  Lady  shall  lye  on  the  upper  side,  because  she  is  the  better  kin."        ["Skin." 

Then  suddenly  he  slew  himself,  which  griev'd  his  friends  full  sore, 

The  death  of  these  [three]  worthy  wights  with  tears  they  did  deplore.  O.Movely  w. 

This  sad  mischief  by  lust  was  wrought,  then  let  us  call  for  Grace, 

That  we  may  shun  this  wicked  vice,  and  fly  from  sin  apace.      La. I.  such  w.  deeds. 

London,  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  J.  Wright,  and  /.  Clarke. 

[Black-letter.  Two  woodcuts,  on  p.  137,  one  here.  The  modern  edition  (Roxb. 
C,  III.  340),  was  "priuted  and  sold  in  Aldermary  Church-yard,  Bow  Lane, 
Loudon,"  with  the  stanzas  sub-divided  like  (Bagford's)  W.  Onlen's,  beginning 
"  As  it  fell  out  on  a  high  holiday."     Wood's  exemplar  =  1st  Roxb.] 


635 


[Roxburghe   Collection,   II.    499 ;  Euing,    384  ;    Jersey,    II.   48 ;    Douce,  II. 

245  vo.,  2oi  vo.] 

Complaint* 

©r, 

5Tfte  .faithful  ^Loners'  last  jfaremel.  Being  tije  delation  of  a  }f  aung 
JHafo  toho  pinrti  ijrrsclf  to  jBsatff,  for  tfje  2Loue  of  a  gounn>man, 
tubo,  after  he  rjati  notice  of  ft,  "bgcti  U'heunsc  for  grief. 

Careless  young-men,  by  this  a  warning  take, 
How  you  kind  Virgins  (when  they  Love)  forsake ; 
Least  the  same  fate  o're-take  you,  and  you  dye 
For  breach  of  Vows,  and  Infidelity. 
Be  kind,  but  swear  not  more  than  what  you  mean, 
Least  Comick  Jests  become  a  Traieck  Scean. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Johnny  Armstrong.     [See  p.  604,  and  Note.] 

"  TTTHen  will  you  marry  me,  William, 
T  V       And  make  me  your  wedded  wife? 
Or  take  you  your  keen  bright  Sword, 
And  rid  me  out  of  my  life." 

Will.     "  Say  no  more  so  then,  Lady, 
Say  you  no  more  then  so  ; 
For  you  shall  into  the  wild  forrest, 

And  amongst  the  buck  and  doe.  8 

"  Where  thou  shalt  eat  of  the  hips  and  haws, 
And  the  roots  that  are  so  sweet, 
And  thou  shalt  drink  of  the  cold  water, 
That  runs  underneath  [thy]  feet." 

Now  she  had  not  been  in  the  wild  forrest 

Passing  three  months  and  a  day, 
But  with  hunger  and  cold  she  had  her  fill, 

Till  she  was  quite  worn  away.  16 

At  last  she  saw  a  fair  tyl'd  house, 

And  there  she  swore  by  the  Hood, 
That  she  would  to  that  fair  tyl'd  house, 

There  for  to  get  her  some  food. 


Note. — Although  no  early  exemplar  of  this  ballad  is  known,  it  is  probable  that 
it  had  first  appeared  long  before  Philip  Brooksby's  reprint.  The  subject  and  the 
treatment  show  it  to  be  antique,  of  similar  date  with  Constance  of  Cleveland, 
certified  by  Stationers'  Registers  as  June  11th  (not  13th,  on  our  p.  575),  1603. 


636  The  West-Country  DamoseVs  Complain/. 

But  when  she  came  unto  the  gates, 
Aloud,  aloud  she  cry'd, 
"  An  alms,  an  alms,  my  own  Sister, 

I  ask  you  for  no  pride."  24 

Her  Sister  call'd  up  her  merry  men  all, 

By  one,  by  two,  and  by  three, 
And  bid  them  hunt  away  that  wild  Doe, 

Aa  far  as  e're  they  could  see. 

They  hunted  her  o're  hill  and  dale, 

And  they  hunted  her  so  sore, 
That  they  hunted  her  into  the  forrest, 

Where  her  sorrows  grew  more  and  more.  32 

She  laid  a  stone  all  at  her  head, 

And  another  all  at  her  feet, 
And  down  she  lay  between  these  two, 

Till  Death  had  lull'd  her  asleep. 

"When  sweet  Will  came  and  stood  at  her  head, 

And  likewise  stood  at  her  feet, 
A  thousand  times  he  kist  her  cold  lips, 

Her  body  being  fast  asleep.  40 

Yea,  seaven  times  he  stood  at  her  feet, 

And  seaven  times  at  her  head, 
A  thousand  times  he  shook  her  hand, 

Although  her  body  was  dead. 
"  Ah,  wretched  me  !  "  he  loudly  cry'd, 

"  What  is  it  that  I  have  done  ? 
0  wou'd  to  the  powers  above  I'de  dy'd, 

When  thus  I  left  her  alone.  48 

"  Come,  come,  you  gentle  red-breast  now, 
And  prepare  for  us  a  tomb, 
Whilst  unto  cruel  Death  I  bow, 
And  sing  like  a  swan  my  doom. 
"  Why  !  could  I  ever  cruel  be 
Unto  so  fair  a  creature  ? 
Alas,  she  dy'd  for  love  of  me, 

The  loveliest  she  in  nature  !  56 

"  For  me  she  left  her  home  so  fair, 
To  wander  in  this  wild  grove  ; 
And  there  with  sighs  and  pensive  care, 
She  ended  her  life  for  Love. 

"  0,  Constancy  !  in  her  thou'rt  lost, 
Now  let  women  boast  no  more  ; 
She's  fled  to  the  EUzium  coast, 

And  with  her  carrv'd  the  store.  64 


The  West- Country  BamoseVs  Complaint.  637 

"  0  break  my  heart,  with  sorrow  fill'd, 
Come,  swell,  you  strong  tides  of  grief, 
You  that  my  dear  love  have  kill'd, 
Come  yield  in  death  to  me  relief. 

"  Cruel  her  sister,  was  't  for  me 
That  to  her  she  was  unkind  ? 
Her  husband  I  will  never  be, 

But  with  this  my  love  be  joyn'd.  72 

"  Grim  Death  shall  tie  the  marriage  bands 
"Which  jealousie  shan't  divide, 
Together  shall  tye  our  cold  hands, 
Whilst  here  we  lye  side  by  side. 

"  Witness,  ye  groves,  and  chrystial  streams, 
How  faithless  I  late  have  been, 
But  do  repent  with  dying  leaves, 

Of  that  my  ungrateful  sin.  80 

"  And  wish  a  thousand  times  that  I 
Had  been  but  to  her  more  kind, 
And  not  have  let  a  virgin  dye, 

Whose  equal  there's  none  can  find. 

"  Now  heaps  of  sorrow  press  my  soul, 

Now,  now  'tis  she  takes  her  wa)r, 

I  come,  my  love,  without  controule, 

Nor  from  thee  will  longer  stay."  88 

With  that  he  fetch'd  a  heavy  groan, 

Which  rent  his  tender  breast, 
And  then  by  her  he  laid  him  down, 

When  as  Death  did  give  him  rest. 

Whilst  mournful  birds,  with  leavy  boughs 

To  them  a  kind  burial  gave, 
And  warbled  out  their  love-sick  vows 

Whilst  they  both  slept  in  their  grave.  96 

ih'nis. 

Printed  for  P.  Broohly,  at  the  Golden-Ball  in  West- Smithfield,  neer 

the  Hospital-gate. 

[Black-letter.    Three  woodcuts :  1st  and  2nd,  the  lady  and  young  man  of  p.  666  ; 
3rd,  Cupid  shooting  at  a  girl  under  a  tree,  given  on  p.  189.   Date,  circa  1673.] 

%•  Another  William  appears  in  the  following  lively  ballad,  also  of  the 
"West-country.  It  is  a  happier  and  more  prosaic  love-tale  than  the  present 
lugubrious  ditty,  which  is  nevertheless  not  without  its  own  charm  and  pathos. 
"  It  dallies  with  the  innocence  of  Love,  like  the  Old  Age."  Sir  William  of  the 
West  belongs  conclusively  to  the  last  reigns  of  the  Stuarts,  circa  1685. 


638 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  518;  Pepys,  III.  283;  Jersey,  I.  33a.] 

^tr  aajtlltam  of  ti)e  Mest ; 

•Cge  Entire  iLobc  ant»  Couitolnp  bcrtocrn  a  ij-loblc 
ItUricjJjr  and  beautiful  Mary ;  a  Sinister^  HDauggtrc 
in  Dorsetshire. 

Tune  of,   The  Ring  of  Gold.     [See  p.  639.]     Licensed  according  to  Order. 

YOung  William  met  his  love,  taking  her  pleasure, 
Whom  he  did  prize  above  all  wordly  treasure ; 
When  she  appear'd  in  sight,  said  he,  "  Sweet  jewel, 
Thou  art  my  heart's  delight,  0  !  be  not  cruel. 

"  Let  me  one  smile  injoy,  thy  heart  surrender; 
Love,  be  no  longer  coy  to  thy  Pretender  ; 
My  fading  joj's  restore,  why  should'st  thou  grieve  me  ? 
Thy  charms  I  do  adore,  dearest,  believe  me  !  16 

"  Mary,  my  only  joy,  pity  thy  Lover  ! 
Do  not  my  life  destroy,  while  I  discover, 
How  I  am  here  inflam'd  by  thy  fair  beauty : 
Sure  I  cannot  be  blam'd  to  own  my  duty. 

"  I  am  commanded  so  by  Cupid's  power  ; 
Darts  from  whose  fatal  bow  soon  will  devour 
My  life,  if  I  deny  to  fall  before  thee, 
Therefore,  Love,  live  or  dye,  I  will  adore  thee.  32 

"  Five  hundred  pounds  a  year  I  am  possessing, 
And  if  thou  wilt,  my  dear,  grant  me  the  blessing, 
Thou  shalt  be  Dame  of  all,  I  can't  deny  thee  ; 
If  now  in  love  I  shall,  dearest,  lye  by  thee. 

"  Here  take  both  heart  and  hand,  I  dearly  love  thee, 
No  Lady  in  the  land  shall  shine  above  thee ; 
The  same  shall  ever  hold,  no  friend  shall  check  thee, 
In  robes  of  shining  gold  and  pearl  I'll  deck  thee.  48 

"  Love,  had  I  now  this  day  the  gold  of  Croesus, 
I'd  not  be  drawn  away ;  kind  Heaven  bless  us  : 
Still  will  I  dote  on  thee,  this  is  no  story, 
Thou  should'st  a  partner  be  of  all  my  glory." 

The  Damsel  then  reply'd,  "  If  you  are  loyal, 

I  yield  to  be  your  Bride  without  denyal  : 

Gain  but  my  friends'  good  will,  father  and  mother, 

Whom  I  have  honour' d  still,  above  all  other.  64 


Sir  William  of  the  West,  and  Mart/  in  Dorset.         G->9 


"  When  you  have  their  consent  that  we  should  marry, 
Then  I  am  well  content,  long  we'll  not  tarry ; 
At  their  discretion  I  still  will  be  guided, 
Who  from  my  infancy  for  me  provided." 

"  I  hope,"  said  he,  "  my  Love,  they'll  not  deny  me, 
If  my  sweet  tender  Dove  will  but  stand  by  me." 
With  that  he  straight  did  go,  in  hopes  to  have  her  ; 
They  never  answer' d  no,  but  freely  gave  her.  80 

She  was  a  fair  young  dame,  a  Parson's  daughter  ; 
He  from  a  Baron  came,  of  whom  hereafter 
A  large  account  I'll  give  when  I  have  leisure, 
How  they  in  triumph  live,  joy,  peace,  and  pleasure. 

Printed  for  P.  Broolcshj,  J.  Beacon,  J.  Blare,  and  J.  Back. 

[In  Black-letter.  Three  woodcuts,  1st. — The  Lady  with  mask  and  small  ridiculous 
dog,  of  vol.  iv.  p.  409,  left;  2nd. — The  Young  Man  of  our  p.  510;  and 
3rd. —The  zig-zag  and  tears  ornament,  given  below.  The  tune  of  The  Ring 
of  Gold  is  not  identified,  but  it  is  cited  in  ballads,  beginning  respectively  thus  : 

1.  — "  A  wealthv  Yeoman's  Son  ;  "  title,  "  The  Kentish  Yeoman  and  Susan  of 

Ashford." 
2. — "  All  joy  I  bid  adieu  ;  "  =  Answer  to  The  Lady's  Tragedy. 

3. — "  My  youthful  charming  fair;  "  =  Answer  to  the  Covetous -minded  Parents. 

4. — "  Ranging  the  silent  shades;  "=Bleeding  Lover's  Lamentation. 

5. — "  Stout  Seamen,  come  away  !  "  =The  Boatswain's  Call. 

6. — "  Susan,  my  heart's  delight ;  "=The  Couragious  Cornel. 

7.  —  "  Thomas,  why  come  you  not  ?  "  =The  Bashful  Bachelor. 

8._«  Why  is  my  Love  unkind  ?  "  =The  Lady's  Tragedy. 

9.  — "  Young  William  met  his  Love  ;  "  =  Sir  William  of  the  "West. 

Of  these,   Nos.  4,  5,  and  9  are  reprinted  among  Roxburghe  Ballads,  the 
former  two  in  vol.  iii.  pp.  456,  463  ;  the  last  is  here  given.     Others  elsewhere. 

***  A  promise  is  given,  in  the  final  stanza,  which  was  probably  left  unfulfilled, 
for  we  know  not  of  any  Sequel  or  so-styled  Answer  to  the  present  Ballad.  Happy 
is  the  land  that  has  no  annals,  was  said  of  old.  Lucky  is  the  marriage  devoid  of 
all  tragic  sequel  beyond  that  which  quiet  decay  and  death  must  bring.  And  these 
have  more  of  blessing  than  of  suffering. 


Ti 


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jFatr  Margaret's  misfortunes* 

"  You  are  no  love  for  me,  Margaret, 
I  am  no  love  for  you." 

—  The  Knight  of  the  Burning  Pestle,  iii.  3. 

"  When  it  was  grown  to  dark  midnight 
And  all  were  fast  asleep, 
-4n  came  Margaret's  grimly  ghost 
And  stood  at  William  s  feet." 

— Ibid.,  ii.  8  [Beaumont  and  Fletcher,  1610). 


HAT  there  is  a  close  relation  existing  between  the  two  ballads 
(reprinted  on  pp.  645  to  649)  devoted  to  the  tragedy  of  Lord  Thomas 
the  Forester  with  Fair  Eleanor,  and  the  present  ballad  of  "  Fair 
Margaret  and  Sweet  William"  (on  p.  641) — better  known  as 
"  Margaret's  Ghost,"  cannot  fail  to  impress  every  thoughtful  reader, 
and  suggest  the  suspicion  that  they  are  all  three  variations  of  one 
tale.  In  two  of  them  the  "Brown  Girl,"  alias  "  Brown  Bride," 
whose  wealth  is  her  chief  or  only  charm,  holds  little  prominence  of 
character  and  position ;  but  in  the  one  beginning  "  Lord  Thomas 
he  was  a  bold  Forester  "  she  is  the  malignant  and  uncontrollable 
fury  whose  sudden  outburst  of  (not  altogether  unreasonable)  jealousy 
impels  her  to  murder  her  beautiful  rival.  She  cannot  brook 
Eleanor's  quietly  contemptuous  criticism,  "  Methinks  she  looks 
wondrous  brown  !  "  and  by  her  savage  resentment  she  draws  down 
on  her  own  head  the  punishment  which  her  intended  husband  is 
not  unwilling  to  inflict.  In  the  other  Roxburghe  version  (p.  645), 
"The  Unfortunate  Forester,"  the  deserted  Eleanor  stabs  herself, 
and  is  not  stabbed  by  the  Brown  Girl ;  who,  for  anything  asserted 
to  the  contrary,  might  survive  them  all.  This  guiltlessness  and 
final  safety  of  the  Brown  Girl  combine  to  set  a  wide  division 
between  the  two  versions. 

After  all,  the  resemblances  and  coincidences  with  "  Lord  Thomas  " 
in  "Fair  Margaret's  Misfortunes"  are  little  beyond  what  maybe 
called  the  common  stock-in-trade  of  a  ballad-monger's  art.  Chief 
are,  the  friendship  that  had  well-nigh  blossomed  into  love,  and  the 
reckless  manner  in  which  the  girl,  who  knows  herself  to  have  been 
secretly  beloved,  publicly  avows  her  affection  and  despair. 

*3*  The  incidents  of  the  growth  and  intertwining  of  a -Rose  and  a  Briar  above 
the  graves  of  lovers  occur  also  in  "  Lord  Lovel,"  and  other  ballads  of  similar 
date.     These  were  "  stock  properties,"  transferable  like  the  woodcuts. 

At  the  close  of  his  labours  iu  Editing  these  Roxburghe  Ballads  (on  pp.  666-676 
of  vol.  iii.),  our  revered  friend  Mr.  William  Chappell,  F.S.A.,  mentioned  this 
broadside,  and  hoped  for  the  discovery  of  an  earlier  issue  than  those  which 
remain  alone  accessible.  We  partially  follow  his  suggestion  of  adopting  [but 
square-bracketted],  as  true  text,  the  quotations  from  The  Knight  of  the  Burning 
Pestle,  written  in  1610.  Against  his  decision  in  re  David  Malloch,  alias  Mallet, 
the  Supreme  Court  refuses  to  sanction  any  appeal.     Dismissed  with  costs. 


641 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  338;  Douce,  III.  27.] 

if  air  Margaret's  S^tsfortunes ; 

§>toeet  William's  SDream  on  gig  probing  j^igJjt,  tautl) 
tfie  guoom  SDeatlj  and  Bnrial  of  tljoge  noble  blotters. 

[Its  own  Tune,  Fair  Margaret  and  Siveet  William  ;  Popular  Music,  p.  383.] 


AS  it  fell  out  upon  a  day, 
Two  lovers  they  sat  on  a  hill ;  ["sot,"  bis. 

They  sat  together  a  long  summer's  day, 

And  could  not  take  their  fill.  [«*■ lect- talk- 

"  I  [am]  no  [love  for]  you,  Margaret,    ["  I  see  no  harm  by  you." 
And  you  [are  no  love  for]  me  ;  [" see  none  by  me-" 

Before  to-morrow  at  eight  o'[the]clock 
A  rich  wedding  you  shall  see." 

Fair  Margaret  sat  in  her  bower-window, 

A  combing  of  her  hair  ; 
And  there  she  espy'd  sweet  William  and  [his]  bride, 

As  they  were  a  riding  near.  1 2 

Down  she  laid  her  ivory  comb, 

And  up  she  bound  her  hair  ; 
She  went  away  forth  from  the  bower, 

But  never  more  came  there. 

When  day  was  gone,  and  night  was  come, 

And  all  men  fast  asleep, 
There  came  the  spirit  of  fair  Margaret, 

And  stood  at  William's  bed-feet. 


VOL.  VI. 


2  T 


642  Fair  Margaret's  Misfortunes. 

"  God  give  you  Joy,  you  true  lovers, 

In  bride-bed  fast  asleep  ; 
Lo  !  I  am  going  to  my  green-grass  grave,       [tcxt>  "Grove." 

And  I  am  in  my  winding-sheet."  24 

When  day  was  come,  and  night  was  gone, 

And  all  men  wak'd  from  sleep, 
Sweet  William  to  his  Lady  said, 

"  My^dear,  I've  cause  to  weep. 
"  I  dream'd  a  dream,  my  dear  Lady, 

Such  dreams  are  never  good  ; 
I  dream'd  thy  bower  was  full  of  red  swine, 

And  my  bride-bed  full  of  blood." 
"  Such  dreams,  such  dreams,  my  honoured  Sir, 

They  never  do  prove  good  ; 
To  dream  thy  bower  was  full  of  swine, 

And  thy  bride-bed  full  of  blood."  36 

He  called  [up]  his  merry  men  all, 

By  one,  by  two,  and  by  three ; 
Saying,  "  I'll  away  to  Fair  Margaret's  Bower, 

By  the  leave  of  my  Lady." 
And  when  he  came  to  Fair  Margaret's  Bower, 

He  knocked  at  the  ring ; 
So  ready  were  her  seven  Brethren 

To  let  Sweet  William  in. 
The[n]  he  turn'd  up  the  covering  sheet, 

"  Pray  let  me  see  the  dead ! 
Me  thinks  she  looks  both  pale  and  wan, 

She  has  lost  her  cherry  red.  48 

"  I'll  do  no  more  for  thee,  Margaret, 
Than  any  of  thy  kin, 
For  I  will  kiss  thy  pale  wan  lips, 

The'  a  smile  I  cannot  win." 
With  that  bespoke  the  seven  brethren, 
Making  most  piteous  moan, 
"  You  may  go  kiss  your  jolly  brown  dame, 
And  let  our  sister  alone." 

"  If  I  do  kiss  my  jolly  brown  dame, 
I  do  but  what  is  right ; 
For  I  made  no  vow  to  your  sister  dear, 
By  day  nor  yet  by  night. 
"  Pray  tell  me  then  how  much  you'll  deal, 
Of  white  bread  and  your  wine  ? — 
So  much  as  is  dealt  at  her  Funeral  to-day, 
To-morrow  shall  be  dealt  at  mine." 


Fair  Margarefs  Misfortunes.  643 

Fair  Margaret  dy'd  to-day,  to-day, 

Sweet  William  he  dy'd  [on]  the  morrow  ; 

Fair  Margaret  dy'd  for  pure  true-love, 
Sweet  William  he  dy'd  for  sorrow. 

Margaret  was  buried  iu  the  lower  chancel, 

And  William  in  the  higher  ; 
Out  of  her  breast  there  sprang  a  rose,  [Note,  on  p.  640. 

And  out  of  his  a  briar.  72 

They  grew  as  high  as  the  church  top, 

'Till  they  could  grow  no  higher  ; 
And  there  they  grew  in  a  True  Lover's  Knot, 

That  made  all  people  admire. 

Then  came  the  clerk  of  the  parish, 

As  you  this  truth  shall  hear, 
And  by  misfortune  cut  them  down, 

Or  they  had  now  been  there.  80 

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[White-letter,  with  two  woodcuts,  one  on  p.  641 ;  the  other  of  a  funeral.] 


Ctoo  IMIans  on  Lorn  Cfcomas  ana  jFatr  OEleanor. 


o 


"  Beauty  and  Anguish  walking  hand  in  hand 
The  downward  slope  to  death." 

— Tennyson's  A  Bream  of  Fair  Women. 


F  our  two  distinct  versions,  one,  "  The  Unfortunate  Forester,"  has 
not  been  previously  included  among  Collections  of  Eeprints.  It  is 
appointed  to  be  sung  to  the  tune  of  the  well-known  ballad,  Chevy 
Chase  (see  p.  740),  viz.  "God  prosper  long  our  noble  King,  our  lives 
and  safeties  all,  A  woful  hunting  once  there  did  in  Chevy  Chase 
befall."  Music  of  this  ballad  is  given  in  Mr.  "W.  Chappell's  Popular 
Music  of  the  Olden  Time,  p.  199.  In  the  same  priceless  collection, 
p.  145,  is  given  the  tune  of  Lord  Thomas,  which  is  shown  to  be  an 
adaptation  of  Who  list  to  lead  a  soldier's  life  ?  to  which  tune  was 
sung  "The  Lord  of  Hosts  hath  blest  our  Land."  Eitson  mentioned 
in  1790  a  minstrel  who  "was  within  these  two  years  to  be  seen  in 
the  streets  of  London ;  [where]  he  played  on  an  instrument  of  the 
rudest  construction,  which  he,  properly  enough,  called  a  hum  strum, 
and  chanted  (among  others)  the  old  ballad  of  Lord  Thomas  and 
Fair  Elinor,  which,  by  the  way,  has  every  appearance  of  having 
been  a  minstrel  song." — Ancient  Songs.  (We  give  on  our  next 
page  a  woodcut,  illustrating  this  rude  musical  instrument.) 


'•II       Two  Ballads  on  'Lord  Thomas  and  Fair  Eleanor.1 

All  the  extant  copies  of  this  antique  hallad  are  indisputably 
corrupt ;  and  we  cannot  expect  to  benefit  largely  by  turning  to  the 
so-called  traditional  versions,  which  are  usually  still  less  trust- 
worthy. (Compare  Note  on  p.  649.)  Among  the  curious  variations 
one  most  interesting  is  the  long-winded  "Lord  Thomas  and  fair 
Annie,"  which  shows  the  interweaving  (early  or  late)  with  "Fair 
Margaret  and  Sweet  William,"  the  ghost  appearing  to  the  bride- 
groom on  his  wedding-night,  summoning  him  from  his  Brown  Bride. 

"  Lord  Thomas  and  fair  Annet  sat  a'  day  on  a  hill, 
When  night  was  cum  and  the  sun  was  set, 
They  had  not  talkd  their  Fill."— (41  stanzas.) 

T)r.  Percy  printed  this  in  his  Reliques  (Hi.  240,  1767,  second  edition), 
with  some  corrections,  from  a  MS.  copy  transmitted  from  Scotland; 
probably  sent  by  G.  Paton.  In  Scottish  Traditional  Ballads  (Percy 
Society,  xvii.  94,  1845),  is  a  version  of  "  Lord  Thomas"  beginning, 
"  I'm  here  at  thy  Gate,"  from  The  Cigar  of  1825  ;  of  no  importance. 

Our  p.  647  Roxburghe  version  of  "Lord  Thomas"  is  nearly  identical  with 
that  of  J.  Eoberts's  Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  1723,  i.  249  ;  Coll.  Diverting  Songs, 
1738,  p.  453  ;  Percy's  Reliques,  1767,  iii.  78  (there  said  to  be  from  the  Pepysian 
black-letter  broadside)  ;  Joseph  Ritson's  English  Songs,  ii.  185,  1783,  and  his 
Ancient  Songs  of  1790,  p.  89.  Allied  to  this,  in  Robert  Jamieson's  Popular 
Ballads,  i.  22,  1806  (from  Mrs.  W.  Arnot  of  Aberbrothick's  recitation),  is  a 
version  beginning  "  Sweet  Willie  and  fair  Annie  sat  a'  day  on  a  hill." 

The  moralization  at  close  of  "  The  Unfortunate  Forester  "  would 
of  itself  suggest  it  to  be  the  later  version.  Objectivity  belongs  to  a 
healthy  youth-time  of  poetry ;  subjectivity  is  generally  a  sign  of 
mental  decrepitude  and  poetical  disease  or  decadence.  Sometimes 
a  song  stops  flowering,  runs  to  seed,  and  be-pods  into  a  sermon. 


[•'  Singing  Sam  "  of  Derbyshire's  "  II um- Strum,"  1760.     See  p.  643.] 


645 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  553  ;  Pepys,  IV.  48  ;  Jersey,  I.  362.] 

Cl)e  (Unfortunate  jForrester ; 

©r,  JFatr  Elener's  2Trao;c0g. 

^heroine;  rjoro  Eorb  Thomas,  once  a  halo  jForrcster,  fell  in  laue  forth 
the  fair  3Laoo  Elener,  hut  his  fHothcr  fooulo  not  suffer  him  to 
marrg  her,  but  tolo  fjt'm  of  another  that  foas  far  SEiehcr :  then  the 
3Loro  Thomas,  not  fotlUng  to  he  unbutiful  to  his  JSotijer,  appoints 
his  SEJcoDinrf=Bao,  anb  tnuites  fair  Elener  to  come  to  his  S2Ecb= 
bincr. :  foha  contrary  to  fjer  pother's  knofolcbgc  came,  ana  habina; 
seen  his  Brioe  she  stabb'b  herself,  fofjich  3Lorb  Thomas  seeing, 
took  the  same  Sanger,  ano  hill'a  himself. 

Tune  is,  Chevy  Chase  [pp.  643,  740],     With  Allowance. 

AMongst  the  Forresters  of  old,  one  Thomas  of  great  fame  ; 
A  Champion  great,  both  stout  and  bold,  Lord  Thomas  was  his  name. 
In  shooting  too  his  name  was  good,  the  King's  deer  he  did  slay, 
He  did  excel  bold  Robin  Hood,  and  often  won  the  day. 

Lord  Thomas,  as  they  did  him  call,  with  beauteous  Elener, 

So  deep  in  love  did  chance  to  fall,  he  could  love  none  but  her. 

She  also  loved  him  as  well,  and  no  love  there  was  lost ; 

But  mark  what  afterwards  befell,  both  in  their  loves  were  crost.     8 

Thi3  Elener  that  was  so  fair,  no  portion  had  at  all ; 

Lord  Thomas  if  he  come  but  near,  would  always  on  her  call. 

Lord  Thomas  had  a  mother  who  his  love  did  understand, 

She  made  him  swear  he  would  nothing  do  unless  she  did  command. 

He  promis'd  her  he  would  obey,  and  hearken  to  her  voyce  ; 
Therefore  desir'd  her  to  say,  where  he  should  make  his  choice.  tfor- 
"  Oh  !  Son,"  quoth  she,  "  this  Elener  is  fair  enough,  'tis  true  ; 
And  thou  may'st  chance  to  beg  with  her  !     Such  matches  tit  not  you. 

"  I  know  a  pritty  black-brow'd  Lass,  though  not  so  handsome  quite  ; 
She  her  in  wealth  doth  far  surpass,  which  will  give  thee  delight." 
"  Well,  Mother,  since  it  is  your  will,"  Lord  Thomas  humbly  said, 
"I  straight  way  will  the  same  fulfill,  &  marry  the  Black-brow'd  Maid." 

This  thing  did  much  his  mother  please,  and  so  she  went  away ; 
But  Lord  Thomas  he  could  find  no  ease,  by  night,  nor  yet  by  day. 
He  on  the  morrow  mounts  his  steed,  and  to  Elener  did  ride, 
His  love-sick  heart  with  grief  did  bleed,  to  think  what  would  betide. 

When  to  fair  Elener  he  was  come,  he  knockt  hard  at  the  gate  ; 
The  fearful  Virgin  being  at  home,  ask'd  who  'twas  knock'd  so  late  ? 
"  'Tis  I,  fair  Elener,  my  dear  !"  his  voice  she  streight-way  knew  : 
And  as  soon  as  e're  she  heard  him  there,  the  gates  streight  open  flew. 


646 


The  Unfortunate  Forester. 


Lord  Thomas  uttered  then  his  mind,  and  with  great  grief  he  cry'd, 
"  My  mother  to  me  is  unkind,  and  hath  gotten  me  a  new  Bride. 
"  You  to  my  Wedding  I  invite,  and  I  must  not  be  deny'd  ;  " 
They  crying  kist,  then  bid  good  night,  and  Lord  Thomas  away  did  ride. 

Fair  Elmer  with  grief  and  woe  was  stricken  almost  dead, 
She  to  her  mother  straight  did  go,  and  told  her  what  he  said. 
She  ask'd  her  mother  leave  to  ride,  to  see  if  he  had  got, 
Instead  of  her,  another  bride,  for  she  believ'd  him  not. 

Her  mother  would  not  give  her  leave,  that  she  should  go  to  see, 
But  she  her  mother  did  deceive,  and  slipt  out  privately. 
She  cloath'd  her  servants  all  in  green,  and  with  her  they  all  did  ride, 
She  did  excel  Beautie's  fair  Queen  in  all  her  glorious  pride.  40 

"When  to  Lord  Thomas  she  was  come,  she  ask'd  to  see  his  Bride; 
He  took  her  into  a  private  room,  where  they  together  cry'd. 
He  bid  her  look  at  that  window,  for  there  she  might  be  seen  : 
"  Methinks,"  quoth  she,  "  good  Sir,  you  know,  I  am  to  her  a  Queen." 

Herself  to  murder  she  was  bent,  and  turning  to  a  bed, 

A  dagger  to  her  heart  she  sent,  and  streight-way  fell  down  dead. 

Lord  Thomas,  seeing  she  was  slain,  the  self-same  dagger  took ; 

He  vow'd  in  Heaven  her  to  obtain,  then  to  his  heart  he  strook.    48 

Let  Parents  therefore  have  a  care,  how  that  they  do  deny 

Their  children's  choice,  lest  that  they  share  those  Lovers'  destiny. 

London,  Printed  for  TV.  Thackeray,  T.  Passenger,  and  W.  WMtwood. 

[In  Black-letter.     Three  woodcuts  :  woman  and  man  (without  the  Cantabridgian 
centre-piece)  on  p.  288,  and  ornament  with  vase.     Date,  circa  1676.] 


647 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  554 ;  Bagford,  II.  127;  Pepys,  III.  316;  Douce, 
I.  120  vo.  ;  III.  58  vo.  ;  IV.  36  ;  Ouvry,  II.  38  ;  Jersey,  III.  88.] 

%  Cragual  Ballao  on  tfic  Slnfortttnatc  miotic  of 

JLorD    Thomas    ant)    faiV   Eleanor: 
■CogttScc  \x>itf)  tf)t  ootmtfal  of  tfie  Broftm  (0trl, 

To  a  pleasant  tune,  call'd,  Lord  Thomas,  etc.     [See  p.  643.] 

LORD  Thomas  he  was  a  bold  Forester, 
And  a  Chaser  of  the  King's  Deer ; 
Fair  Eleanor  was  a  fine  Woman, 

And  Lord  Thomas  he  lov'd  her  dear. 

"  Come,  riddle  my  Riddle,  dear  Mother,'1''  he  said, 

And  riddle  us  both  as  one, 
Whether  I  shall  marry  icithfair  Eleanor, 

And  let  the  Brown  Girl  alone  ?  " 

"  The  Brown  Girl  she  has  got  Houses  and  lands, 

And  fair  Eleanor  she  has  got  none  ; 
Therefore  I  charge  you  on  my  Blessing, 

Bring  me  the  Brown  Girl  Home." 

And  as  it  befell  on  a  high  Holiday,  tc'f- 1>  f;:!! 

As  many  did  more  beside, 
Lord  Thomas  he  went  to  fair  Eleanor, 

That  should  have  been  his  Bride.  1(5 

But  when  he  came  to  fair  Eleanor's  Bower 

He  knocked  there  at  the  Ring ; 
But  who  was  so  ready  as  fair  Eleanor, 

For  to  let  Lord  Thomas  in  ? 

"  What  news,  what  news,  Lord  Tlioma&'i"  she  said, 
"  What  news  hast  thou  brought  to  me  ?  " 

"  I  am  come  to  bid  thee  to  my  Wedding, 
And  that  is  bad  news  for  thee." 

"0  God  forbid!  Lord  Thomas,'"  she  said, 

"  That  such  a  thing  should  be  done  : 
I  thought  to  have  been  thy  Bride  my  own  self, 

And  you  to  have  been  the  Bridegroom." 

"  Come,  riddle  my  Riddle,  dear  Mother !  "  she  said, 

"  And  riddle  it  all  in  one, 
Whether  I  shall  go  to  Lord  Thomas'  Wedding, 

Or  whether  I  shall  tarry  at  Home  ?  "  3.2 


648  Lord  Thomas  and  Fair  Eleanor. 

"  There's  many  that  are  your  Friends,  Daughter, 

And  many  that  are  your  Foe. 
Therefore  I  charge  you,  on  my  Blessing, 

To  Lord  Thomas'  Wedding  don't  go  !  " 

"  There's  many  that  are  my  Friends,  Mother, 

If  a  thousand  more  were  my  Foe  : 
Betide  my  life,  betide  my  death, 

To  Lorfl  Thomas'  Wedding  I'll  go." 

She  cloathed  herself  in  gallant  attire, 

And  her  merry  Men  all  in  Green ; 
And  as  they  rid  thorough  every  Town, 

They  took  her  to  have  been  a  Queen. 

But  when  she  came  to  Lord  Thomas's  Gate, 

She  knocked  there  at  the  Ring ; 
But  who  was  so  ready  as  Lord  Thomas 

To  let  fair  Eleanor  in  ?  48 

"  Is  this  your  Bride  ?  "  fair  Eleanor  said,  t"she  s:lki" 

"  Methinks  she  looks  wonderous  brown  : 

Thou  might' st  have  had  as  fair  a  Woman, 
As  ever  trod  on  the  ground." 

"  Despise  her  not,  fair  Eleanor,"  he  said,  ["'•  l-i^11'"-' 

"  Despise  her  not  unto  me  : 
For  better  I  love  thy  little  finger, 

Than  all  her  whole  Body." 

This  brown  Bride  had  a  little  Pen-knife, 

That  was  both  long  and  sharp ; 
And  betwixt  the  short  ribs  and  the  long, 

Prick'd  fair  Eleanor  to  the  Heart. 

"  Oh  !  Christ  now  save  thee !  "  Lord  Thomas  he  said, 
"  Methinks  thou  looks  wonderous  wan  : 

Thou  us'd  for  to  look  with  as  fresh  a  Colour 

As  ever  the  Sun  shined  on."  64 

"  Ah  !  art  thou  blind  ?  Lord  Thomas  !  "  she  said, 

"  Or  can'st  thou  not  very  well  see? 
Oh  !  dost  thou  not  see  my  own  Heart's  Blood 

Hun  trickling  down  my  knee  ?  " 

Lord  Thomas  he  had  a  sword  by  his  side, 

As  he  walked  about  the  Hall ; 
He  cut  off  his  Bride's  head  from  her  shoulders, 

And  he  threw  it  against  the  wall. 


Lord  Thomas  and  Fair  Eleanor.  649 

He  set  the  hilt  against  the  Ground, 

And  the  point  against  his  Heart. 
There  was  never  three  Lovers  that  ever  met, 

Did  e'er  so  soon  depart.  76 

Licensed  according  to  Order. 

jFinis. 

Newcastle-upon-Tyne  :  Printed  and  sold  by  Thomas  Saitit. 

[In  white-letter,  duplicate  of  Douce,  III.  58.  The  Douce  I.  120  verso  is  dated 
1677,  Printed  for  F.  Coles ;  but  Douce  IV.  36  is  modern,  J.  Pitts,  of  Seven 
Dials.  Two  woodcuts,  Bagford,  for  W.  Onley,  and  the  booksellers.  The  earliest 
reprint  was  printed  for  Thomas  Lambert  {circa  1636-41),  but  not  accessible, 
and  perhaps  a  mistake  for  Thomas  Saint.  The  Pepys  exemplar  (III.  316) 
has  "This  may  be  Printed,  Bo.  V Estrange.  Printed  for/.  C,  W.  T.,  and 
T.  P. ;  "  i.e.  J.  Clarke,  Thackeray  and  Passinger,  before  1685,  with  five 
woodcuts.  Our  Roxburghe  cuts  are  the  Youth  of  p.  33,  left,  and  the  Lady 
of  iii.  402  right  ] 

***  In  Graham  R.  Tomson's  (Canterbury  Poets)  edition  of  Border  Ballads, 
1888,  there  is  given  on  p.  41,  as  though  it  were  a  rich  discovery,  a  garbled  copy 
of  our  present  broadside,  but  reported  as  "from  a  MS.,"  telling  that  "this 
poem  was,  with  the  tune  to  which  it  is  sung,  learnt  by  my  grandmother  from  an 
old  woman  named  Becky  Duck,  who  was  my  great-grandmother's  nurse."  It  is 
simply  a  slightly  disguised  copy  of  our  broadside  version,  stupidly  entitled  "  Lord 
Thomasjwe  and  Fair  Ellinnor."  We  suppose  the  peculiar  feminine  spelling  was 
adopted  as  a  cheap  trick  to  give  it  an  antique  ceruyo.  Where  it  differs  from  the 
Roxburghe  Ballads,  vi.  647-649,  it  differs  for  the  worse.  Thus  two  additional 
Stanzas  are  given  following  our  final  line,  "  There  was  never  three  Lovers  that 
ever  met,  Did  e'er  so  soon  depart," — which  is  rendered,  nonsensically,  "  And  never 
three  lovers  so  soon  did  meet,  Nor  sooner  did  they  part."  (Onley's  print  reads, 
"  More  sooner  they  did  depart.")  The  heart-stricken  dead  man  is  made  to  deliver 
an  exordium,  including  the  Brown  girl  in  his  posthumous  arrangements  :  — 

"  '  A  grave,  a  grave  let  there  be  made, 

And  let  it  be  wide  and  deep  ; 
And  fair  Ellinnor  shall  rest  by  my  side, 

And  the  brown  girl  at  my  feet.' 

"  A  grave,  a  grave  there  then  was  made, 

And  it  was  both  wide  and  deep  ; 
And  fair  Ellinnor  was  laid  by  his  side, 

And  the  brown  girl  at  his  feet." 
This  is  merely  an  unwarrantably-borrowed  and  inappropriate  '  conveyance '  from 
the  end  of  "Little  Musgrave."  (Compare  our  pp.  632,  634,  640,  and  644.) 
We  admit  that  the  old  ballad  minstrels  had  a  certain  stock-in-trade  of  phrases 
and  stanzas,  such  as  the  coming  to  a  yett  and  tirling  at  the  pin  (or  knocking  at 
the  Ring,  if  Southron)  ;  the  description  of  a  foot-page  hastening  by  road,  and 
breasting  the  water  when  he  swam ;  the  rose  and  briar  intertwining  ;  the 
stroking  a  sword-blade  on  the  straw,  to  cleanse  it  of  blood,  or,  like  stropping 
a  razor,  to  give  it  an  edge.     We  need  not  accept  fresh  transmutation  of  stock. 


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Oje  iLanj)  Sisabclla's  Cragct^ 

Isbrand. — "  A  fragment,  quite  unfinished, 

Of  a  new  ballad,  called  '  The  Median  Supper.' 

It  is  about  Asti/ages  :  aud  I 

Differ  in  somewhat  from  Herodotus  : — 

*  Harpagus,  hast  thou  salt  enough  ?  hast  thou  broth  enough  to  thy  kid  ? 

And  hath  the  Ook  put  right  good  stuff  under  the  pasty  lid  ? ' 
'  I've  salt  enough,  Astyages,  aud  broth  enough,  in  sooth  ; 

And  the  Cook  hath  mixed  the  meat  and  grease  most  tickling  to  my  tooth.' 

— Death's  Jest  Boole,  iv.  4. 


F  impious  and  inhuman  banquets  the  seekers  after  sensation 
could  generally  find  exemplary  narratives  at  all  periods  of  the 
world's  history.  In  classic  story  we  have  Thyestes  and  the  ill- 
starred  Itys,  slain  by  revengeful  Progne  to  punish  Tereus  for  the 
wrong  done  to  her  and  Philomela.  Dante  has  shown  to  us  the 
grim  satisfaction  of  Ugolino  when  gnawing  eternally  the  skull  of 
his  mortal  foe.  The  horrible  depravities  of  Sawney  Bean  Lean  and 
his  gang  of  cannibals  in  their  cave  afforded  an  attractive  chap-book, 
sure  to  be  purchased  at  Falkirk  Tryst  and  when  Leith  carters 
hold  their  annual  'ploy,'  even  as  the  lowest  rabble  of  Seven-Dials 
and  "VVhitechapei  to  this  hour  revel  in  the  still  more  disgusting 
serial  issues  of  '  Sweenie  Todd,  the  Demon  Barber,'  and  his  neighbour 
Cook  who  baked  the  savoury  meat-pies.  There  were  people  to  revel 
in  such  literature,  ever  since  nursery  romances  diverted  childhood 
with  Blunderbores  and  other  bone-pickers,  whom  Jack  the  Giant- 
killer  slew.  If  you  incline  to  listen  to  such  legends  as  may  "  make 
your  flesh  creep,"  nobody  need  object  now  to  "  The  Lady  Isabella's 
Tragedy."  It  had  a  long  term  of  favour,  and  the  requital  of  the 
meritorious  Scullion-boy  was  popularly  appreciated,  also  the 
execution  of  the  cruel  Cook,  who  was  boiled  in  lead  (like  Lord 
Soulis,  of  later  ballad-date) :  this  became  pictorially  a  Decapitation 
grant. 

The  tune  (sometimes  marked  Agincourt)  is  entitled  The  Ladifs  Tall  (p.  765, 
delayed),  ballad  begins,  "  Mark  well  my  heavy  doleful  tale,  you  loyal  Lovers 
all ;   and  heedfully  bear  in  your  breasts  a  gallant  Lady's  Fall."     Before  it  was 
thus  named  the  tuue  was  known  as  In  pescod  time  :  Popular  Music,  p.  196  : — 
In  Peas-cod  time  when  hound  to  horn  gives  ear  till  Buck  be  kill'd, 
And  little  lads,  with  pipes  of  corn,  sat  keeping  feasts  a-field,  etc. 
(See,  for  the  words,  Arthur  Hy.  Bullen's  handsome  1887  reprint  of  England's 
Helicon,  of  date  1600,  "  The  Shepherd's  Slumber,"  p.  222.)     The  tune  was  also 
known  as  The  Hunt  is  up,  and  was  one  of  those  used  for  the  ballad  of  Chevy 
C'liaee.     Several  other  Roxburghe  Ballads  were  sung  to  the  same  tune,  viz.  "  The 
Bride's  Burial;"    "The  Cruel  Black;"  "The  Gentleman  in  Thracia ;  "  "A 
Warning  to  Maidens,"  or,  "Young  Bateman  ;  "   "  Belgick  Boar;"  "  Bloudy 
News  from  Germany  ;  "  A  Warning  for  Married  Women  ;  "  and  "  John  True." 
{Boxb.   Bds.y  vol.  i.   186;    ii.  49;  iii.   194;  ii.  262;  iii.  437,  467,  200;  and 
ii.  644).    Also,  another  ballad  (given  ou  p.  693),  "  The  Wandering  Jew." 


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[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  278 ;  III.  682  ;  Bagford,  I.  3o  ;  II.  66  ;  Euing, 
182;  Pepys,  II.  149  ;  Wood,  E.  25,fol.54  ;  Jersey,  II.  117  ;  Douce,  I.  Ill ; 
II.  142  vo. ;  III.  60  ;  Ouvry,  II.  36.] 

Cl)e  SLa6j>  Isabella's  Cragetrp ; 

'CSe  ^np^otgcc^  Cmzltp* 

Being  a  delation  of  a  mast  lamentable  ano  cruel  fHuroer,  committee 
on  the  Boon  of  the  ULaou  Isabella,  tlje  onln  daughter  of  a  Noble 
£hrke,  occast'onco  bo  the  means  of  a  Stcp=iiHati)cr  ano  [acteo  bo] 
the  fHastcr=(£oofc,  boha  rocrc  hot!)  abjuocjeo  to  suffer  a  cruel  oratl) 
for  commttttng  the  saio  ^orrio  &ct. 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  Ladle's  Fall.  LSee  pp-  65°. ™i, 7G5-1 

THere  was  a  Lord  of  worthy  fame,  and  a-Hunting  he  would  ride, 
Attended  hy  a  noble  Train  of  Gentry  by  his  side. 
And  whilst  he  did  in  chase  remain,  to  see  both  sport  and  play, 
His  Lady  went,  as  she  did  feign,  unto  the  Church  to  pray. 

This  Lord  he  had  a  Daughter  fair,  whose  beauty  shin'd  so  bright  : 
She  was  belov'd  both  far  and  near  of  many  a  Lord  and  Knight. 
Fair  Isabella  was  she  cali'd,  a  Creature  fair  was  she, 
She  was  her  father's  only  joy,  as  you  shall  after  see.  8 

But  yet  her  cruel  step-mother  did  envy  her  so  much, 
That  day  by  day  she  sought  her  life,  her  Malice  it  was  such. 
She  bargain'd  with  the  Master-Cook  to  take  her  life  away, 
And,  taking  of  her  Daughter's  book,  she  thus  to  her  did  say  : 

"  Go  home,  sweet  daughter,  I  thee  pray,  go  hasten  presently, 
And  tell  unto  the  Master-Cook  these  words  that  I  tell  thee. 
And  bid  him  dress  to  dinner  straight  that  fair  and  milk-white  Doe 
That  in  the  Park  doth  shine  so  bright,  there's  none  so  fair  to  show." 

This  Lady,  fearing  of  no  harm,  obey'd  her  Mother's  will, 

And  presently  she  hasted  home,  her  mind  for  to  fulfill. 

She  streight  into  the  Kitchin  went  her  message  for  to  tell  ; 

And  there  the  Master-Cook  she  spy'd,  who  did  with  malice  swell. 

"  You  Master-Cook,  it  must  be  so,  do  that  which  I  thee  tell, 

You  needs  must  dress  the  milk-white  Doe,  which  you  do  know  full  well." 

Then  streight  his  cruel  bloody  hands  he  on  the  Lady  laid, 

Who  quivering  and  shaking  stands,  whilst  thus  to  her  he  said :     24 

"  Thou  art  the  Doe  that  I  must  dress  ;  see  here,  behold  my  knife  ! 

For  it  is  pointed  presently  to  rid  thee  of  thy  life." 

0  then  cry'd  out  the  Scullion-boy  as  loud  as  loud  might  be, 

"  0  save  her  life,  good  Master-cook,  and  make  your  pies  of  me  : 


652  The  Lady  Isabella's  Tragedy. 

"  For  pity  sake,  do  not  destroy  ray  Lady  with  your  knife  ; 
You  know  she  is  her  Father's  joy,  for  Christ's  sake  save  her  life." 
"  I  will  not  save  her  life,"  he  said,  "  nor  make  my  pies  of  thee ; 
But  if  thou  dost  this  deed  bewray,  thy  butcher  I  will  be."  32 

[Now]  when  this  Lord  he  did  come  home,  for  to  sit  down  and  eat, 
He  called  for  his  Daughter  dear  to  come  and  carve  his  meat. 
"  Now  sit  you  down,"  his  Lady  said,  "  0  sit  you  down  to  meat, 
Into  some  Nunnery  she  is  gone,  your  Daughter  dear  forget." 

Then  solemnly  he  made  a  vow  before  the  company, 
That  he  would  neither  eat  nor  drink  untill  he  did  her  see. 

0  then  bespake  the  Scullion-boy,  with  a  loud  voice  so  high, 

"  If  that  you  will  your  Daughter  see,  my  Lord,  cut  up  that  Pye  ; 

"  Wherein  her  flesh  is  minced  small  and  parched  with  the  fire  : 
All  caused  by  her  Step-mother,  who  did  her  death  desire  : 
And  cursed  be  the  Master-cook,  0  cursed  may  he  be  ! 

1  proffer'd  him  my  own  heart's  blood,  from  death  to  set  her  free." 

Then  all  in  black  this  Lord  did  mourn,  and  for  his  Daughter's  sake, 
He  judged  for  her  Step-Mother  to  be  burnt  at  a  stake. 
Likewise  he  judg'd  the  Master-cook  in  boyling  lead  to  stand  ; 
And  made  the  simple  Scullion-boy  the  Heir  to  all  his  Land.  48 

[London  :]  Printed  for  B.  Broohsby  at  the  Golden  Ball  in  Bye- corner. 

[In  Black-letter.     Inappropriate  woodcut,  a  Decapitation.    We  follow  Bagford's 
first  copy  (2nd  is  in  White-letter),  printed  for  W.O.,  with  same  cut.    Date,  c.  1672.] 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  682  ;  John  White's  Newcastle  Reprint.] 

2Thcir  ^Lamentation.  \cj.  P.  683. 

NOw  when  the  wicked  Master-Cook  beheld  his  Death  elraw  near, 
And  that  by  friends  he  was  forsook,  he  pour'd  forth  many  a  Tear, 
Saying,  "  The  Lady  whom  I  serv'd  prompt  me  to  do  this  Deed, 
And  as  a  Death  I  have  deserv'd,  'tis  coming  on  with  speed. 

"  I  must  confess  these  hands  of  mine  destroy' el  the  Innocent, 
When  her  clear  breath  she  did  resign,  my  heart  did  not  relent." 
This  said,  into  the  boiling  Oil  he  presently  was  cast ; 
And  then,  within  a  little  while,  the  Lady  went  at  last  56 

From  Prison  to  the  burning  Stake,  and  as  she  pass'd  along, 
She  did  sad  Lamentation  make  unto  the  numerous  Throng : 
These  were  the  very  words  she  spoke,  "  The  Daughter  of  my  Lord 
I  doom'd  to  death,  the  Laws  I  broke,  and  shall  have  my  Reward." 

Then  to  the  burning  Stake  they  ty'd  the  worst  of  all  Step-Dames, 

Where  by  the  Laws  she  fairly  dy"d,  in  smoak  and  burning  flames. 

Now  let  their  Deaths  a  Warning  be  to  all  that  hear  this  Song  : 

And  thus  I  end  this  Tragedy,  the  Duke  he  mourned  long.  04 

jFinis. 

[Neiccas(!e-uj)on-  Tyne  :  fruited  and  sold  by  John  White.] 


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Cbe  ^panlsf)  Lath's  Lotie. 

Phraxanor. — "  Thou  art  not  form'd  to  love,  but  ever  to  be  loved." 
Joseph  {Aside).  — "  This  fascinating  danger  walls  me  round, 
Leaving  no  door  that's  open  to  escape. 
She's  gone  too  far  for  one  who  ne'er  recedes, 
And  her  blind  passion,  as  a  torch  ilium' d, 
Will  ne'er  recoil  before  explosion. 
A  single  hope  remains  invisible, 
A  silken  thread  to  carry  all  this  weight. 
Could  I  allume  a  virtuous  fire  in  time, 
We  were  all  saved." 

— Joseph  and  his  Brethren,  by  Charles  Wells,  Act  ii.  sc.  3. 


EEING  that  we  know  the  date  of  this  hallad  issue  to  have  been 
early  in  June,  1603  (it  having  been  entered  to  "William  "White 
along  with  eight  others,  including  "  The  Ladye's  Pall,"  "  The 
Bryde's  Buryall,"  and  "Ye  fayre  Lady  Constance  of  Cleveland  and. 
of  her  Disloyall  Knight,"  on  '11th  Junij,  1603:'),  we  are  freed 
from  many  vague  conjectui'es,  indulged  in  heretofore.  We  safely 
regard  the  descent  of  the  English  seamen-warriors  on  Cadiz  to  have 
taken  place  a  few  years  earlier,  viz.  in  1596.  If  we  feel  inclined 
to  examine  the  conflicting  claims  of  various  families  to  be  the  lineal 
descendants  of  this  gallant  Englishman,  and  (every  one  of  them) 
the  indisputable  possessors  of  the  identical  necklace  of  brilliants 
which  the  generous  '  Spanish  Lady '  bestowed,  both  in  the  ballad 
and  its  woodcut,  even  as  Rebecca  gave  her  noble  gift  to  Rowena, 
why  it  is  free  for  us  to  choose  or  to  reject  whomsoever  we  may. 

Of  course,  it  was  virtuous  in  the  extreme  for  the  Englishman  to  remain 
"always  true  to  Poll,"  and  we  laudably  extol  the  continence  of  Scipio  as  we  do 
that  of  patriarchal  Joseph,  or  any  other  exemplary  character.  But,  as  Kobert 
Nichol  sang,  "  Wisdom's  aye  sae  cauld  !  I  wad  rather  ha'e  the  ither  ane  than 
this  Bessie  Lee!"  We  hanker  after  that  impassioned  Spanish  Lady,  and  we 
might  have  yielded  to  her  virtuous  attraction.  "One  is  not  loved  every  day," 
in  that  self-sacrificing  fashion.  She  deserved  a  happier  fate  than  abandonment 
to  the  nunnery  or  the  Inquisition.  It  would  be  too  much  to  hope  that  the 
Englishman  went  back  again  to  Spain,  after  his  English  wife  died  (she  did  die, 
we  suppose,  some  time  or  other — they  certainly  buried  her — or  else  she  must  now 
be  a  mature  ter-centenarian).  People  get  double  chances  occasionally,  though 
Sir  John  did  not.  It  is  almost  certain  that  Potiphar's  wife  (with  due  propriety, 
and  after  a  discreet  interval)  became  the  lawful  wife  of  Joseph  in  Egypt  and 
the  mother  of  Ephraim  and  Manasses.  Nothing  stands  against  the  theory, 
except  the  Masoretic  points  ;  but  they  count  for  nothing  with  modern  interpreters 
and  commentators,  or  with  catechetical  Zulus  and  Coxian  laudators  of  the 
Hymnologist  who  erased  the  Lord's  Prayer,  and  substituted  the  Multiplication 
Table  for  the  Ten  Commandments  at  Natal. 

Our  ballad  continued  to  be  popular,  and  was  transferred  with  many  others,  on 
14  Dec,  1624,  to  John  Wright,  Cuthbert  and  Edward,  with  Pavier,  Grismond, 
and  Henry  Gosson.  On  it  a  correspondence  took  place  in  1846,  in  the  Times 
(April  30,  May  1).  The  Edinburgh  Review  devoted  a  paper  (No.  168,  vol.  Ixxxiii., 
April,  1846),  also  The  Quarterly  Review  (No.  156,  vol.  lxxviii.,  Sept.  1846),  to 
reviewing  Lady  Dalmeny's  pictorial  illustrations  of  "The  Spanish  Lady's  Love." 


G54  The  Spanish  Lady's  Lore. 

The  conflicting  claimants  number  among  them  Sir  John  T?olle  of  Thorpe  TTall, 
Lincolnshire,  Sir  Richard  Levison  of  Trentham,  Staffordshire,  Sir  John  Popham 
of  Littlecot,  "Wilts,  Sir  Urias  Legh  of  Adlington,  Cheshire,  and,  for  anything 
known  to  the  contrary,  the  Tichhorne  vel  Ortoii  himself.  "  On  Sir  John  Bolle's 
departure  from  Cadiz  the  Spanish  Lady  sent  as  presents  to  his  wife  a  profusion 
of  jewels  and  other  valuables,  among  which  was  her  portrait  drawn  in  green 
['  green  is  forsaken  '] ;  plate,  money,  and  other  treasures."  There  is  also  a  portrait 
of  Sir  John  Bolle,  taken  in  1596,  mtatis  36,  "  with  a  gold  chain  round  his  neck," 
as  Celia  tells  Rosalind :  of  course,  the  very  identical  chain  given  to  him  by  his 
Spanish  lady-love.  I^  not  this  convincing  ?  But  so  many  chains  and  jewels 
were  brought  away,  so  many  hearts  broken  or  made  tender  by  our  irresistible 
Lady-killers,  that  some  people  remain  incredulous. 

The  portrait  of  Sir  John  Bolle  was  engraved  by  Basire.  In  1846 
it  was  at  Ravensfield  Park,  Yorkshire,  Mr.  Bopville  being  owner. 
It  had  been  painted  by  Zuccaro,  and  "  represents  a  true  soldier,  with 
a  quiet  determined  look.  His  hair  is  scanty  and  closely  cut,  his 
brow  both  broad  and  lofty,  the  face  long,  glance  mild  and  thoughtful, 
nose  aquiline,  beard  thick  and  square ;  he  is  dressed  in  a  tight 
surtout,  embroidered  at  the  cuff  and  collar :  and  he  grasps  his 
toledo  as  a  man  who  knows  the  use  thereof"  (Quarterly  Review, 
lxxviii.  340).  Born  in  1560,  he  had  married  Elizabeth  "Waters, 
about  1595,  before  the  Cadiz  expedition,  his  son  and  heir  Charles 
Bolle  coming  of  age  in  1616,  the  year  of  Shakespeare's  death. 
(  Vide  Archdeacon  Cayley  Illingworth's  Topographical  Account  of  the 
Parish  of  S campion,  1808,  4to.)  He  seems  to  have  never  returned 
to  Cadiz  (Elizabeth  had  knighted  him  for  his  exploits  there  under 
Essex,  who  made  him  Governor  of  Kinsale),  since  he  died  so  early  as 
1606,  and  was  buried  in  Haugh  Church ;  with  three  sons  and  four 
daughters,  lawful  issue,  grouped  in  funereal  effigies  on  the  tomb, 
behind  his  kneeling  self,  and  his  wife.  It  is  interesting  to  know 
that  the  portrait  of  "  the  Green  Lady"  (as  the  Spanish  Virgin  was 
called,  from  her  then-fashionable  but  suggestive  costume)  was  pre- 
served at  Thorpe  Hall  until  1760  ;  "where  to  this  day  there  is  a 
traditionary  superstition  among  the  vulgar  [why  vulgar  ?],  that 
Thorpe  Hall  was  haunted  by  the  green  lady,  who  used  nightly  to 
take  her  seat  in  a  particular  tree  ['  all  among  the  leaves  so  green, 
O ! '  ]  near  the  mansion ;  and  that  during  the  life  of  his  son,  Sir 
Charles  Bolle,  a  knife  and  fork  [not  a  spoon  ?]  were  always  laid 
for  her,  if  she  chose  to  make  her  appearance."  Thackeray,  who 
made  a  Titmarshian  attack  on  the  post-nuptial  character  of  Ivanhoe's 
Saxon  wife,  in  his  Rebecca  and  Roivena,  would  have  chuckled  over 
the  probable  discomfort  of  Lady  Elizabeth  Bolle,  nee  Waters,  under 
this  visitation  and  ceremonial.  But  we,  who  are  accustomed  to 
entertain  any  number  of  Cavalier  ghosts  and  fair  ghostesses,  and 
who  devoutly  believe  in  a  certain  "  African  Princess"  with  a  few 
other  articles  of  faith,  not  admissible  into  Horatio's  philosophy, 
can  fully  sympathise  with  Sir  John's  remembrances — although  he 
returned  home  to  his  premiere  amour :  leaving  the  girl  behind  him. 


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[Roxb.  Coll.,  IT.  406  ;  Bagford,  I.  48  ;    IT.  36  ;  Jersey,  III.  86  ;  Euing,  340 
Pepys,  III.  148  ;  Wood,  E.  25,  fol.  11  ;  Douce,  II.  210,  211  vo.  ;  III.  84  vo.] 

%ty  g>panisi)  JUUte's  Jlctoe* 

To    A   PLEASANT   NEW    TuNE. 


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,  ILL  you  hear  a  Spanish  Lady,  how  she  woo'd  an  English  man  ? 
Garments  gay,  as  rich  as  may  be,  bedeckt  with  jewels,  had  she  on  : 
Of  a  comely  countenance  and  grace  was  she  ; 
Both  by  birth  and  parentage  of  high  degree. 

As  his  prisoner  there  he  kept  her,  in  his  hands  her  life  did  lye ; 
Cupid'' s  bands  did  tye  them  faster,  by  the  liking  of  an  eye  : 

In  his  courteous  company  was  all  her  joy  ; 

To  favour  him  in  any  thing  she  was  not  coy.  8 

But  at  last  there  came  commandment  for  to  set  all  ladies  free, 
With  their  jewels  still  adorned :  none  to  do  them  injury  : 

O  then  said  this  Lady  gay,  "  Full  woe  is  me  ! 

0  let  me  still  sustain  this  kind  Captivity ! 

"  Gallant  captain,  take  some  pitty  on  a  woman  in  distress  ; 
Leave  me  not  within  this  City,  for  to  dye  in  heaviness  : 

Thou  hast  set,  this  present  day,  my  body  free  ; 

But  my  heart  in  prison  still  remains  with  thee."  1 6 

"How  should'st  thou,  fair  Lady,  love  me  whom  thou  knowst  thy 
country['s  foe  ?]  [text "  hate." 

Thy  fair  words  make  me  sirspect  thee :  serpents  lye  where  flowers  grow. ' ' 
"All  the  harm  I  think  on  thee,  most  courteous  Knight, 
God  grant  upon  my  head  the  same  may  fully  light ! 

"  Blessed  be  the  time  and  season  that  thou  came  on  Spanish  ground, 
If  you  may  our  foes  be  termed,  gentle  foes  we  have  you  found  : 
With  our  City,  you  have  won  our  hearts  each  one, 
Then  to  your  country  bear  away  that  is  your  own."  24 

(ITftt  iSeconti  ^part,  to  the  same  Tune. 

"  Best  you  still,  most  gallant  Lady,  rest  you  still,  and  weep  no  more, 
Of  fair  flowers  you  have  plenty,  Spam  doth  yield  you  wonderous  store. 
Spaniards  f  [r]aught  with  jealousie  we  oft  do  find, 
But  English-men  throughout  the  world  are  counted  kind." 

"  Leave  me  not  unto  a  Spaniard,  thou  alone  enjoy'st  my  heart, 
I  am  lovely,  young  and  tender,  love  is  likewise  my  desert : 

Still  to  save  thee,  day  and  night  my  mind  is  prest ; 

The  wife  of  every  English-man  is  counted  blest."  32 


G5G  The  Spanish  Lady's  Lore. 

"  Tt  would  be  a  shame,  fair  Lady,  for  to  bear  a  "Woman  hence, 
English  Souldiers  never  carry  any  such  without  offence." 
"  I  will  quickly  change  my  self  if  it  be  so, 
And  like  a  page  will  follow  thee  where  e're  thou  go." 

"  I  have  neither  gold  nor  silver  to  maintain  thee  in  this  case, 
And  to  travel  is  great  charges,  as  you  know,  in  every  place." 
"  My  chains  and  jewels  every  one  shall  be  thy  own, 
And  eke  a[n]  hundred  pound  in  gold  that  lies  unknown."     40 

"  On  the  seas  are  many  dangers,  many  storms  do  there  arise, 
Which  will  be  to  ladies  dreadful,  and  force  tears  from  wat'ry  eyes." 

"  Well  in  worth  I  shall  endure  extremity  : 

For  I  could  find  [it]  in  [my]  heart  to  lose  my  life  for  thee." 

"  CourteousLady,  leave  this  folly  !  here  comes  all  that  breedsthe  strife, 
I  in  England  have  already  a  sweet  woman  to  my  wife  ; 

I  will  not  falsifie  my  vow  for  gold  nor  gain  ; 

Nor  yet  for  all  the  fairest  dames  that  live  in  Spain.''''  48 

"  0  how  happy  is  that  woman  that  enjoys  so  true  a  friend ! 

Many  happy  days  God  send  her !  and  of  my  suit  I'll  make  an  end  : 
On  my  knees  I  pardon  crave  for  my  offence, 
Which  love  and  true  affection  did  first  commence  : 

"  Commend  me  to  that  gallant  Lady,  bear  to  her  this  chain  of  gold  ; 

With  these  bracelets  for  a  token,  grieving  that  I  was  so  bold ; 
All  my  jewels  in  like  sort  take  thou  with  thee, 
For  they  are  fitting  for  thy  wife,  but  not  for  me.  56 

"  I  will  spend  my  days  in  prayer,  love  and  all  her  laws  defie  ; 

In  a  Nunnery  I  will  shrowd  me,  far  from  any  company  ; 
But  e're  my  prayer  have  an  end,  be  sure  of  this, 
To  pray  for  thee  and  for  thy  love,  I  will  not  miss. 

"  Thus  farewell,  most  gallant  Captain,  farewell  to  my  heart's  content! 
Count  not  Spanish  Ladies  wanton,  tho'  to  thee  my  mind  was  bent : 

Joy  and  true  prosperity  remain  with  thee." 

"  The  like  fall  unto  thy  share,  most  fair  Lady."  64 

[Written,  probably,  by  Thomas  Deloney.] 

[Black-letter,  colophon  cut  away,  apparently  Broolcsbif  s,  but  Bagford  first  copy 
was  printed  by  and  for  W.  Onley  ;  the  second,  n.p.n.,  is  in  white-letter. 
Euing's  printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  V.,  and  W.  G. ;  Pepys  for  Clarke,  W.  T.,  and  T.  P. 
One  woodcut,  on  p.  110  ;  second  Boxb.  has  a  poor  copy  of  cut  given  on  p.  27.] 

%*  Date  of  entry,  to  William  White,  in  Stationers'  Company  Begisters 
(  =  Arber's  Transcript,  iii.  237),  13  June,  1603.  It  was  reprinted,  among  many 
of  Thomas  Deloney's  other  ballads,  in  The  Garland  of  Good-  Will,  by  /.  Wright, 
William's  son  or  grandson,  whose  shop  was  the  sign  of  the  Crown  on  Ludgate- 
Hill,  1678.  There  must  have  been  numerous  editions  of  the  Garland  previously 
issued,  beside  those  known  of  1631  and  1659.     One  came  so  late  as  1709. 

— o  k3<3& 'O  o  - 


G57 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  246.] 

31  HSfalacfue  bctirjceit  an  fBncjltsfjman  an*0  a  Spam'atti. 

A  New  Song.     [Music  in  Egerton  Leigh's  Ballads  of  Cheshire,  1867,  p.  47.] 

A    Cheshire  man  sail'd  into  Spain,  there  to  trade  for  merchandise  ; 
When  he  returned  there  again,  a  Spaniard  by  chance  he  espies. 

He  said,  "  You  English  rogue,  look  here  !  what  fruits  and  spices  fine 
Our  land  produces  twice  a  year :  thou  bast  not  the  like  in  thine." 

The  Cheshire  man  ran  to  his  hold,  and  thence  fetch'd  out  a  Cheshire  cheese, 
And  said,  "  You  Spanish  rogue,  look  here  !  we  can  produce  such  fruits  as  these. 

"  Your  fruits  are  ripe  but  twice  a  year,  as  you  yourself  did  say  ; 

But  such  as  I  present  you  here,  our  land  produces  twice  a  day."  16 

"  What  signifies  your  Cheshire  cheese,  that  you  do  boast  so  fine  ! 
It  don't  my  dainty  palate  please,  so  well  as  our  country  wine." 

"  Your  wine  makes  drunken  knaves  and  fools,  likewise  does  [to]  many  ill, 
And  of  mankind  it  maketh  slaves  ;  but  mine  doth  the  belly  fill." 

So  to  conclude  and  end  my  song,  I  would  have  them  pay  the  gold, 

Which  they  have  robb'd  us  of  so  long,  like  knavish  rogues  and  villains  bold. 

For  while  we  here  do  rest  at  ease,  the  Spaniards  take  a  mighty  power, 

To  make  our  Englishmen  their  slaves,  and  use  them  basely  every  hour.  32 

[White-letter.   N.p.n.   Two  cuts:  Turk's  Head,  and  flagon.    Date,  circa  1770.] 

*^*  Since  we  are  on  the  subject  of  English  and  Spanish  people  in  friendly 
dispute,  we  give  a  later  ditty,  sometimes  entitled  "  Cheshire  Chbese."  The  two 
versions  reprinted  in  Ballads  and  Legends  of  Cheshire,  1867,  begin  thus:  —  1st, 
"  A  Cheshire  man  set  sail  for  Spain:  "  2nd,  "  A  Cheshire  man  went  o'er  to  Spain.''' 

[This  woodcut  serves  to  illustrate  "  The  Spanish  Lady's  Love,"  of  p.  555.] 


VOL.    VI. 


058 


CupitTs  iRctiengc  on  Eing  Cop&cttm* 

"  IJer  arms  across  her  breast,  she  laid  ;  she  was  more  fair  than  words  can  sa\ 
Hare-footed  came  the  beggar-maid  before  the  King  Cophetua. 
In  robe  and  crown  the  King  stept  down,  to  meet  and  greet  heron  her  way  ; 
'  It  is  no  wonder,'  said  the  lords,  '  She  is  more  beautiful  than  day.' 

"  As  shines  the  moon  \n  clouded  skies,  she  in  her  poor  attire  was  seen ; 

One  praised  her  ancles [!  !],  one  her  eyes,  one  her  dark  hair  and  lovesome  mien. 
So  sweet  a  face,  such  angel  grace,  in  all  that  land  had  never  been : 
Cophetua  sware  a  royal  oath  :  '  This  beggar-maid  shall  be  my  Queen  ! '" 

— Alfred  Tennyson,  1842. 

_lYl^Gr  COPHETUA  and  the  Beggar-maid  was  an  early  favourite, 
as  may  be  plainly  seen  by  the  numerous  allusions  to  the  subject 
in  the  dramatic  literature  of  Elizabethan  and  Jacobean  times.  Of 
the  two  versions  extant  the  claim  to  priority  must  be  given  to 
Richard  Johnson's  Crown  Garland  of  Goulden  Roses,  1612  (for 
the  most  part  a  collected  reprint  of  his  scattered  pieces),  where 
it  is  entitled  "  A  Song  of  a  Beggar  and  a  King,"  beginning,  "  I 
read  that  once  in  Africa"  (see  p.  659,  where  it  is  given  complete), 
but  that  this  was  not  the  first  of  all  ballads  on  the  subject,  or  that 
there  may  have  been  a  popular  play  founded  on  the  Love-story, 
is  tolerably  clear.  Shakespeare  in  his  early  Love's  Labour's  Lost,  i.  2 
(printed  1598,  but  probably  written  and  acted  several  years  before) 
makes  the  Euphuist  Don  Armado  inquire  of  his  page,  Moth, 

"  Is  there  not  a  ballad,  Boy,  of  the  King  and  the  Beggar  ?  " 
"Whereto  Moth  answers:    "The  world  was  very  guilty  of  such  a 
ballad  some  three  ages  since,  but,  I  think,  now  'tis  not  to  be  found.'' 
The  ballad,  if  lost,  would  have  been  anterior  to  Richard  Johnson's. 
But  in  Romeo  and  Juliet,  Act  ii.  sc.  1,  Mercutio  jests  concerning 

"  Young  Adam  Cupid,  he  that  shot  so  true,         [misq.  for  'trim.' 
"When  King  Cophetua  loved  the  beggar-maid." 

Compare  the  second  stanza  of  Bichard  Johnson's  ballad,  "  The 
blinded  Boy,  that  shootes  so  trim."  In  Henry  LV.,  Second  Part, 
Act  v.  sc.  3,  Falstaff,  adopting  Pistol's  braggart  style,  demands, 

"  0  base  Assyrian  Knight,  what  is  thy  news  ? 
Let  King  Cophetua  know  the  truth  thereof." 

Ben  Jonson  in  Every  Man  in  his  Humour,  1598,  Act  iii.  sc.  4, 
makes  Oliver  Cob  say,  "  I  have  not  the  heart  to  devour  you,  an'  I 
might  be  made  as  rich  as  King  Cophetua.''''  Somehow,  neither  painters 
nor  poets  have  achieved  great  success  with  it,  though  Burne  Jones 
made  a  winsome  portraiture  of  the  pallid  maiden,  daintily  sweet 
in  her  sliraness  of  figure  and  scantiness  of  sombre  attire.  Of 
Tennyson's  heroine  "yet  the  memory  rankles"  (says  Browning  in 
"  Youth  and  Art "),  with  the  irreverence  of  "  she  and  her  ancles !  " 


Cupid* s  Revenge  on  King  Cophetua.  659 

As  to  where  King  Cophetua  originally  reigned,  the  Johnsonian 
ballad  rightly  declares  it  to  have  been  "  in  Africa; "  a  Coptic  monarch, 
without  his  native  bronze.  There  should  be  trace  of  him  in 
Chaucer,  had  all  his  works  survived,  but  the  Italian  and  French 
story-tellers  no  doubt  caught  up  the  fable.  Here  is  the  Croivne 
Garland  ballad,  of  date  before  1612.  It  well  deserves  to  be  rescued 
from  forgetfulness,  and  contrasted  with  our  broadside  ballad. 


'ov 


S  Sonrj  of  a  2&mg  ana  a  Beggar. 

[We  follow  verbatim  the  Black-letter  text,  but  run-on  the  lines,  from  '  The 
Croivne  Garland  of  Golden  Moses  :  Gathered  out  of  England' 's  Roy  all  Garden. 
Set  forth  in  many  pleasant  New  Songs  and  Sonets,  with  new  additions  never 
before  imprinted.  Divided  into  two  Parts.  By  Richard  Johnson.  London, 
Printed  for  John  Wright,  and  are  to  be  sold  at  his  Shop  without  Newgate,  1631.'] 

IEead  that  once  in  Africa  a  Prince  that  there  did  reigne, 
Who  had  to  name  Cophetua,  as  Poets  they  did  faine, 
From  Nature's  lawes  he  did  decline,  for  sure  he  was  not  of  my  minde, 
He  cared  not  for  women-kinde,  but  did  them  all  disdaine. 

But  marke  what  hapned  on  a  day,  as  he  out  of  his  window  lay, 
He  saw  a  Begger  all  in  gray,  which  did  increase  his  paine. 

The  blinded  Boy,  that  shootes  so  trim,  from  heauen  down  did  hie ;  [n.b. 

He  drew  a  dart  and  shot  at  him,  in  place  where  he  did  lye  : 
Which  soone  did  pierce  him  to  the  quick,  For  when  he  felt  the  arrow  pricke, 
Which  in  his  tender  heart  did  sticke,  he  lookt  as  he  would  dye. 

"  What  sudden  chance  is  this  ?"  (quoth  he)  That  he  to  loue  must  subject  be, 

Which  never  thereto  would  agree,  but  still  did  it  dene. 

Then  from  the  window  he  did  come,  and  laid  him  on  his  bed, 
A  thousand  heapes  of  cares  did  run  within  his  troubled  head  : 
For  now  he  meanes  to  craue  her  loue,  and  now  he  seekes  which  way  to  proue, 
How  he  his  fancie  might  remoue,  and  not  this  Begger  wed. 

But  Cupid  had  him  so  in  snare,  that  this  poore  Begger  must  prepare 

A  salve  to  cure  him  of  his  care,  or  else  he  would  be  dead.  18 

And  as  he  musing  thus  did  lye,  he  thought  for  to  deuise 
How  he  might  haue  her  company,  that  so  did  maze  his  eyes. 
"  In  thee,''  quoth  he,  "doth  rest  my  life;  for  surely  thou  shalt  be  my  wife, 
Or  else  this  hand,  with  bloudy  knife,  the  Gods  should  sure  suffice. " 

Then  from  his  bed  soone  he  arose,  and  to  his  Palace  gate  he  goes  ; 

Full  little  then  this  Begger  knowes,  when  she  the  King  espies. 

"  The  Gods  preserue  your  Majestie  !  "  the  beggers  all  'gaine  crie  ; 
"  Vouchsafe  to  giue  your  charity,  our  children's  food  to  buy  !  " 
The  King  to  them  his  purse  did  cast,  and  they  to  part  it  made  great  haste  ; 
This  silly  woman  was  the  last  after  them  that  did  bye. 

The  King  he  cal'd  her  backe  againe,  and  unto  her  he  gaue  his  chaine, 
And  said,  ' '  With  vs  thou  shall  remaine  till  such  time  as  we  die. 

"  For  surely  thou  shalt  be  my  wife,  and  honoured  like  the  Queene  ; 
With  thee  I  meane  to  lead  my  life,  as  shortly  shall  be  seene  ; 
Our  wedding  shall  appointed  be,  and  euery  thing  in  it[s]  degree  ; 
Come  on,"  quoth  he,  "  and  follow  me,  thou  shalt  goe  shift  thee  cleane. 

What  is  thy  name  ?  say  on,"  quoth  he.     "  Fenelophon,  0  King  !  "  quoth  she  ; 

With  that  she  made  a  lowe  courtsie,  a  trim  one  as  I  weene.  36 


GGO  Cupid's  Revenge  on  King  Cophetua. 

Thus  hand  in  hand  along  they  walke  vnto  the  King's  Palace  ; 
The  King  with  courteous  comely  talke  this  Begger  doth  embrace. 
The  Begger  blushed  scarlet  red,  and  straight  againe  as  pule  as  lead, 
[But  not  a  word  at  all  she  said,  ]  she  was  in  such  a  Maze.  [Kec.  from  al.  led. 

At  last  she  spake,  with  trembling  voyce,  and  said,  "  0  King,  I  doc  rejoyce 
That  you  will  take  me  tor  your  choyce,  and  my  degree  so  base  !  " 

And  when  the  "Wedding-day  was  come,  the  King  commanded  straight 
The  Noblemen  both  all  and  some  upon  the  Quecne  to  wait : 
And  she  behan'd  her  sejfe  that  day,  as  if  she  had  neuer  walkt  that  way  ; 
She  had  forgot  her  gowne  of  gray,  which  she  did  weare  of  late. 

The  Prouerb  old  is  come  to  passe,  the  Priest  when  be  hegins  bis  Masse 
Forgets  that  ever  clarke  he  was  :  be  knowetb  not  his  estate. 

Here  you  may  reade  Cophetua,  through  fancie  long  time  fed, 
Compelled  by  the  blinded  Boy  the  Beggar  for  to  wed  : 
He  that  did  louers'  lookes  disdaine,  to  doe  the  same  was  glad  and  faine, 
Or  else  he  would  himselfe  baue  slaine,  in  stories  as  we  reade. 

Disdaine  no  whit,  0  Lady  deare,  but  pitie  now  thy  Seruant  here, 

Lest  that  it  hap  to  thee  this  yeare,  as  to  the  King  it  did.  54 

And  thus  they  led  a  quiet  life  during  their  princely  reigne, 
And  in  a  tombe  were  buried  both,  as  writers  sIioav  vs  plaine. 
The  Lords  they  took  it  grievously,  the  Ladies  took  it  heauily, 
The  Commons  cryed  pitiously,  their  death  to  them  was  paine. 

Their  fame  did  sound  so  passingly,  that  it  did  pierce  the  starry  skye, 
And  thorowout  all  the  world  did  flye  to  euery  Prince's  Bealme. 

By  Richard  Johnson. 

Our  Roxburghe  Collection  version  is  the  one  that  appears  in  J.  Roberts's 
Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  vol.  i.  p.  141,  1723,  wherein  the  Editor  or  Compiler 
offers  the  suggestion  that  there  may  have  been  originally  an  intentional  allusion 
to  the  marriage  of  Henry  VI.  of  England  to  Margaret  of  Anjou  :  but  assuredly 
with  little  plausibility.  We  believe  that  David  Malloch,  alias  Mallet,  had 
nothing  to  do  with  vol.  i.  (although  he  certainly  bandied  vol.  iii.),  but  it  looks 
odd  wheu  the  reader  is  referred  "to  Mr.  Philips's  tragedy  Humphry,  Duke  of 
Gloucester,"  1723,  seeing  that  Ambrose  Phillips  is  generally  credited  with  writing 
the  introductions  to  the  Old  Ballads. 

The  tune  mentioned  (but  not  in  the  very  modern  exemplar  of  our  Roxburghe 
Collection,  III.  278)  is,  /  often  for  my  Jenny  strove.  (See  p.  148,  where  the 
original  song  is  reprinted :  the  music  is  given  in  Pepys  Coll.,  v.  253,  of  date 
circa  1684,  and  in  Pills  to  Furge  Melancholy,  iii.  264,  1719.)  But '  Cophetua,'' 
being  of  far  earlier  date,  must  have  had  a  different  tune.  The  ballad  was 
reprinted  in  Percy's  Reliqucs,  1765  ;  in  R.  II.  Evans's  Old  Ballads,  ii.  361,  1810. 

The  late  Mortimer  Collins  (died  28  July,  1876)  wrote  "  The  King  and  the 
Beggar  Maid,  A  New  Reading"  =  "  The  young  King  stands  by  his  palace-gate, 
0  what  a  joy  is  the  youth  of  a  King  !  "     With  true  lyric  grace  he  ends  thus  :  — 

What  the  young  King  whispers  none  has  heard, 
Hey  for  the  heath  where  the  wild  birds  sing  ! 
But  the  echo  is  caught  of  the  Beggar's  word : 
"  I  love  my  love,  and  he  is  not  a  King." 
We  substitute  two  earlier  appropriate  cuts,  for  those  mentioned  on  p.  662. 


661 


[Roxb.  Coll.,  III.  278  ;  Pepys,  III.  42 ;  Huth,  I.  61  ;  Douce,  III.  18  verso.] 

Cupid's  i&etoenge ; 

©r, 

an  account  of  a  &tng,  tufio  gligStco  all  »mcn,  ano  at 
Imgtfj  toags  foccco  to  macrp  a  Beggac* 

[To  the  Tune  of,  I  often  for  my  Jenny  strove.     See  p.  660.] 


A  Xing  once  reign'd  beyond  the  seas,  as  we  in  antient  story  find, 
Whom  no  [fair]  Face  could  ever  please,    he  cared  not   for 
Women-kind 
He  despis'd  the  fairest  beauties,  and  the  greatest  fortunes  too, 
At  length  he  marry'd  to  a  Beggar !  see  what  Cupid' 's  darts  can  do  ! 

The  blinded  Boy,  that  shoots  so  trim,  did  to  his  closet  window  steal, 
Then  drew  a  Dart,  and  shot  at  him,  and  made  him  soon  his  power  feel, 
He  that  ne'er  car'd  for  woman-kind,  but  did  females  ever  hate, 
At  length  was  smitten,  wounded,  swooned,  for  a  Beggar  at  his  gate. 

But  mark  what  happened  on  a  day,  as  he  look'd  from  Window  high, 
He  spy'd  a  Beggar  all  in  grey,  with  two  more  in  her  company. 
She  his  fancy  soon  enflamed,  and  his  heart  was  grieved  sore ; 
"  Must  I  have  her,  court  her,  crave  her  ? — I  that  never  loved  before." 


662  Cupid's  Revenge  on  King  Cophetua. 

This  noble  Prince  of  high  renown,  did  to  his  chamber  straight  repair, 
And  on  his  conch  he  laid  him  down,  opprest  with  love-sick  grief  &  care. 
"Ne'er  was  Monarch  so  surprised,  here  I  [lye]  a  captive  slave; 
But  I'll  to  her,  court  her,  wooe  her,  she  must  heal  the  wound  she  gave." 

Then  to  his  palace  gate  he  goes,  the  beggars  crav'd  his  charity ; 
A  purse  of  gold  to  them  he  throws  :  with  thankfulness  away  they  fly. 
But  the  King  [he]  call'd  her  to  him,  tho'  she  was  but  poor  and  meau : 
His  hand  did  hold  her,fwhile  he  told  her,  she  should  be  his  stately  Queen. 

At  this  she  blushed  scarlet  red,  and  on  this  mighty  King  did  gaze ; 
Then  strait  again  as  pale  as  lead,  alas !  she  was  in  such  a  maze. 
Hand  in  hand  they  walk'd  together,  and  the  King  did  kindly  say, 
He'd  respect  her.    Strait  theydeck'd  her,  in  most  sumptuous  rich  array. 
He  didappoint  the  "Wedding-day,  and  likewise  them  commanded  strait, 
That  noble  Lords  and  Ladies  gay  upon  this  gracious  Queen  should  wait. 
She  appeared  a  splendid  beauty,  all  the  Court  did  her  adore ; 
She  in  marriage  shew'd  a  carriage,  as  if  she'd  been  a  Queen  before. 

Her  fame  thro'  all  the  world  did  ring,  altho'  she  came  of  parents  poor ; 
She  by  her  sov'reign  Lord  the  King  did  bear  one  son  and  eke  no  more. 
All  the  Nobles  were  well  pleased,  and  the  Ladies  frank  and  free, 
For  her  behaviour  always  gave  her  a  title  to  her  dignity. 
At  length  the  King  and  Queen  were  laid  together  in  the  silent  tomb, 
Their  royal  son  the  sceptre  sway'd,  who  govern'd  in  his  father's  room. 
Long  in  glory  did  he  flourish,  wealth  and  honour  to  increase, 
Still  possessing  such  a  blessing,  that  he  liv'd  and  reign'd  in  peace. 

[No  Colophon.  In  White-letter.  Two  -woodcuts :  1st,  a  young  man  in  a  ruff, 
crowned ;  2nd,  a  beggar  girl  standing  at  a  palace  gate.  The  Pepys  exemplar 
was  printed  for  Philip  Brooksby,  J.  Deacon,  J.  Blare,  and  J.  Back.] 


a^ucenorus  anD  Omatime* 

Theseus. —  "  I  will  hear  that  play ; 

For  never  anything  can  be  amiss 
When  simpleness  and  duty  tender  it  .  .  . 
The  kinder  we,  to  give  them  thanks  for  nothing. 
Our  sport  shall  be  to  take  what  they  mistake ; 
And  what  poor  duty  cannot  do,  noble  respect 
Takes  it  in  'might  [have  been],'  not  merit  .  .  . 
Love,  therefore,  and  tongue-tied  simplicity, 
In  least  speaks  most,  to  my  capacity." 

— A  Midsummer- Nig  lit' s  Bream,  Act  V. 


I 


N  the  year  1598  ('doubtless  in  existence  before  Shakespeare 
joined  a  theatrical  company')  was  printed  in  4to.  A  most  pleasant 
Comedy  of  Mucedorm,  the  King's  Sonne  of  Valentia,  and  Amadine, 
the  King's  Daughter  of  Arragon,  with  the  merry  Conceits  of  Mouse. 
Followed  by  many  editions,  it  appears  to  have  been  frequently 
performed  on  the  Stage,  being  resuscitated  after  the  Restoration. 


Mucedorus  and  Amadine.  663 

Moreover,  it  was  included  (with  some  additions)  in  the  1664  folio 
edition  of  Shakespeare's  works,  and  is  thus  entitled  to  remembrance 
among  the  Doubtful  Plays  ascribed  to  the  master-spirit.  Charles 
Knight  condemned  it  with  severity,  as  "  a  rude,  inartificial,  un- 
poetical,  and  altogether  effete  performance."  Knight,  like  other 
critics,  was  subject  to  cold  fits  of  superfine  exactingness,  ready 
to  'die  of  a  rose  in  aromatic  pain,'  and  complain  (after  the  manner 
of  Hotspur's  '  popinjay ')  against  anybody  bringing  foul  corpses 
'  betwixt  the  wind  and  his  nobility.'  With  large-hearted  tolerance 
Theseus  {see  our  motto,  p.  662)  announces  the  true  Catholic  faith. 

Henry  Tyrrell,  in  1851,  accorded  a  more  just  estimate  of  Mucedorus,  consider- 
ing it  to  be  "  a  pleasing  and  lively  comedy,  in  which  the  interest  never  flags,  or 
if  so,  but  for  a  moment ;  and  which  frequently  exhibits  a  warm  and  luxuriant 
vein  of  poetry.  Throughout  it  there  is  the  fresh  sweet  breath  aud  glow  of  forest 
life ;  and  the  numerous  adventures  of  the  prince  and  princess  are  so  far  skilfully 
treated  that  we  readily  yield  ourselves  to  a  belief  of  them."    With  this  we  agree. 

'■'■Mucedorus''''  was  reprinted  in  October,  1877,  by  John  Payne  Collier  in  his 
beautiful  quarto  edition,  each  work  separate,  of  Shakespeare's  Plays,  Poems,  and 
the  Doubtful  Dramas,  almost  his  final  labour ;  very  precious  to  those  among  us 
who  loved  him  and  despise  the  base  slanders  of  his  calumniators,  the  self -conceited 
'  experts,'  whose  ignorance  equalled  their  arrogance.  He  followed  the  edition  of 
1609,  which  contains  the  one  scene  esteemed  by  him  as  possibly  the  interpolated 
work  by  Shakespeare,  perhaps  for  some  performance  before  James  I.  He  wrote, 
"  On  this  account  only  we  now  reprint  it;  bearing  in  mind  that,  in  its  original 
state,  the  drama  probably  belongs  to  the  beginning  of  the  reign  of  Elizabeth." 
We  suppose  '  Mucedorus '  to  have  been  written  before  the  imperfect  printed  copy 
iu  1598.     Here  is  the  specified  scene,  not  found  earlier  than  the  1609  edition  : 

[Scene  IX.]  Sound  Music.  Enter  the  Kino  of  Valencia,  Anselmo,  Roderigo, 
Lord  Borachius,  with  others. 

King  Valencia. — "  Enough  of  music  !  it  but  adds  to  torment. 
Delights  to  vexed  spirits  are  as  Dates 
Set  to  a  sickly  man,  which  rather  cloy  than  comfort. 
Let  me  intreat  you  to  repeat  no  more." 
Roderigo. — "  Let  your  strings  sleep  :  have  done  there."      [Music  ceases. 

King  Valencia. — "  Mirth  to  a  soul  disturb'd  are  embers  turn'd, 
Which  sudden  gleam  with  molestation, 
But  sooner  lose  then- light  for' t.  ["sight,"  1610. 

"fis  gold  bestow'd  upon  a  rioter 
Which  not  relieves,  but  murders  him  : 
"lis  a  drug  given  to  the  healthful, 
Which  infects,  not  cures. 
How  can  a  father  that  hath  lost  his  son, 
A  prince  both  wise,  virtuous,  and  valiant, 
Take  pleasure  in  the  idle  acts  of  Time  ? 
No,  no  !  till  Mucedorus  I  shall  see  again, 
All  joy  is  comfortless,  all  pleasure  pain." 
Anselm. —  "  Your  son,  my  lord,  is  well." 

King  Valencia.  — "  I  prithee  speak  that  twice  !  "  ["  thrice,"  1610. 

Anselmo. — "  The  Prince,  your  son,  is  safe  !  "  .  .  . 

King  Valencia. — "  Thou  not  deceivest  me  ?     I  ever  thought  thee, 

What  1  now  find  thee,  an  upright  loyal  man  .  .  . 
Music,  speak  loudly  !  now  the  season's  apt, 
For  former  dolours  are  in  pleasure  wrapt." 

[Music.     Exeunt  Omnes. 


664 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  -190  ;  Pepys,  III.  282 ;  Jersey,  I.  237.] 

HLfytUXlanbvim  prince  and  princess, 

©r, 

JJlnsidorus  anb  Amadine,  botf)  of  lAOgal  iprotjenrj,  frdjo  being 
unfortunatclrj  separate*)  to  means  of  their  parents  tusagrccinij ; 
as  fovtunatclrj  met  in  a  Qcsert,  rohtle  tfjcjj  hot!)  resolucti  ncucr  to 
erase  from  searching,  till  tljeg  hat  fonntj  out  each  other. 

In  shady  Deserts  where  was  none 
But  Beasts  to  hear  these  Lovers  moan, 
There  these  faithful  Lovers  met, 
Their  Marriage-day  was  quickly  set. 

—  Tune,  Young  Phaon.     (See  p.  100.) 

WHen  llmidorm  fell  in  love 
With  Amadine  most  fair, 
Her  Father  cross  to  him  did  prove, 
Which  caus'd  him  to  despair  : 
And  fur  to  ease  his  troubled  mind, 
He  wandered  in  disguise, 
Hoping  he  might  soon  comfort  find, 
Yet  tears  dropt  from  his  eyes. 

"Alas  !  "  (quoth  he)  "  what  shall  I  do  ? 

I  am  unfortunate, 

And  though  my  Love  is  firm  and  true, 

I  meet  with  Rigid  fate  ; 

For  she  who  is  my  heart's  delight, 

Her  Father  is  my  foe, 

Which  causes  me  to  take  my  flight, 

Now  to  the  woods  I  go.  1 6 

"  In  woods  and  deserts  I'll  reside, 

Since  my  poor  Amadine, 

Whom  once  I  thought  to  make  my  bride, 

She  must  not  now  be  mine  : 

My  father's  Court  I  quite  forsake, 

Never  again  to  see; 

For  love  my  heart  will  surely  break, 

My  dear,  I'le  dye  for  thee." 

Thus  went  this  wandering  Prince  to  seek 
Throughout  the  deserts  wide 
Some  secret  place  where  he  might  keep 
And  secretly  abide  : 


The  Wandering  Prince  and  Princess.  665 

At  last  lie  did  a  Shepherd  turn, 

Still  minding  of  his  flocks  ; 

"Which  caus'd  his  Amadine  to  mourn 

And  tear  her  golden  Locks.  32 

"Alas,  alas!"  this  Princess  cry'd, 

"  Has  he  forsaken  me  ? 

Who  I  did  think  could  ne'r  abide 

Where  I  should  absent  be  ? 

Some  sudden  change  possest  his  brest, 

That  makes  him  prove  unkind  ; 

Whilst  Amadine  can  take  no  rest 

To  ease  her  love-sick  mind."  ttcxt.  "heart." 

Thus  Amadine,  whose  troubled  mind 

Was  sorely  fill'd  with  grief, 

For  want  of  Musidorus  pin'd, 

And  could  find  no  Belief ; 

Then  she  a  Resolution  took, 

What  e're  did  her  betide, 

Her  Prince  so  dear  she  would  go  look 

Throughout  the  world  so  wide.  48 

And  privately  away  she  went, 

To  all  her  friends  unknown, 

To  give  her  troubled  mind  content 

She  wandred  all  alone, 

Until  she  came  into  a  place 

Where  savage  beasts  alone 

Were  known  in  numbers  to  increase, 

And  thus  she  made  her  moan. 

"Ah!  hapless  wretch,"  quoth  she,  "  I  am 

Of  Lovers,  yea,  the  worst ; 

While  some  delight  to  feel  love's  flame 

I  think  myself  accurst : 

Yet  will  I  never  rest  till  I 

Find  out  this  Prince  of  mine, 

Who  strangely  and  so  privately 

Forsook  his  Amadine.''''  64 

A  shower  of  tears  then  trickled  down 
From  her  bright  shining  eyes, 
Whose  beauty  did  the  deserts  crown, 
Whose  sighs  then  fill'd  the  skies ; 
And  Musidorus  being  near 
Did  chance  to  hear  her  voice, 
Though  first  he  was  possest  with  fear, 
At  last  he  did  rejoyce. 


GG6 


Mucedorm  and  Amadim 


"Certain  it  is,"  quoth  he,  "the  Tongue 

Of  my  poor  Amadim, 

To  whom  I  have  done  too  much  wrong, 

Wrjich  grieves  this  soul  of  mine  : 

To  her  sad  heart  I  will  give  ease, 

Since  she  is  in  distress  ; 

For  love  is  such  a  strange  disease 

No  tongue  can  well  express."  80 

To  Amadim  he  then  appear'd, 

Who  startled  was  to  see 

She  was  by  any  over-heard 

And  in  a  sound  fell  she:  [=swoon.] 

But  her  dear  Prince  with  kisses  sweet 

Brought  her  again  to  life  ; 

That  meeting  was  to  them  most  sweet, 

He  made  her  soon  his  wife. 

[In  Black-letter.     Publisher's  name  cut  off  from  Roxburghe.] 

[Pqiys  copy  printed  for  M.C.,  T.  Vere,  J.  Wright,  J.  Clarice,  William 
Thackeray,  and  Thomas  Passenger.  Four  woodcuts  :  1st,  the  Lady,  of  p.  157  ; 
2nd,  the  long-haired  Youth,  p.  13;  3rd,  a  Shepherdess,  and  4th,  a  Shepherd. 
Date  uncertain,  re-issued  circa  1676.      Reprinted  in  Old  Ballads,!.  263,  1810.] 


[These  woodcuts  belong  to  our  p.  637.] 


667 


jTatt  IRosamimth 

Rosamund  [rising,  after  kneeling  to  Eleanor). — "  I  am  a  Clifford, 
My  son  a  Clifford  and  Plantagenet  .... 
And  I  will  fly  with  my  sweet  boy  to  heaven, 
And  shriek  to  all  the  saints  among  the  stars  : 
'  Eleanor  of  Aquitaine,  Eleanor  of  England  ! 
Murdered  by  that  adulteress  Eleanor, 
"Whose  doings  are  a  horror  to  the  East, 
A  hissing  to  the  West !  '     Ilave  we  not  heard 
Eaymond  of  Poitou,  thine  own  uncle— nay, 
Geoffrey  Plantagenet,  thine  own  husband's  father — 
Nay,  ev'n  the  accursed  heathen  Saladdeen — 
Strike  ! 

I  challenge  thee  to  meet  me  before  God. 
Answer  me  there." 

—  Tennyson's  [Thomas  a]  Becket,  act  iv.  sc.  2. 

J  HOMAS  DELONEY,  "  the  balloting  silk-weaver  of  Norwich," 
wrote,  to  his  favourite  tune  of  Flying  Fame,  "The  Death  of  the 
faire  Lady  Rosamond,"  the  ballad  beginning  "  When  as  King  Henry 
ruled  this  land"  (reprinted  at  the  commencement  of  his  Oakland 
of  Good- Will,  to  which  we  believe  an  entry  refers,  on  5  March, 
159-j,  to  Edw.  White;  the  ballad  is  reprinted  for  the  w-f-wth  time, 
on  our  p.  673).  He  felt  tolerably  proud  of  having  done  so,  as  we 
may  judge  from  the  position  he  gave  to  it.  He  is  supposed  to  have 
died  a.d.  1600,  and  as  most  if  not  all  of  his  writings  were  literally 
works  of  necessity,  bread-winners,  it  is  probable  that  the  verses 
were  originally  issued  some  few  years  before  the  close  of  the  six- 
teenth century.  We  know  not  the  exact  date  of  the  first  edition 
of  the  said  Garland  (one  was  in  1604,  another  was  entered  to  Master 
Bird  on  9  November,  1629,  in  "  Three  Partes"),  but  it  appears  to 
have  been  popular  even  to  a  proverb  before  1633,  at  which  time  it 
is  twice  referred  to  by  contemporary  dramatists.  Thus  John  Ford 
in  his  noble  tragedy  of  The  Broken  Heart,  Act  iv.  scene  2,  after 
Grausis  compliments,  "  Thou  art  the  very  Honeycomb  of  Honesty!" 
makes  Phulas  continue  by  saying,  "  The  Garland  of  Good  Will" 
And  in  William  Rowley's  comedy,  "A  Match  at  Midnight,"  Act  ii. 
scene  1,  Bloodhound  says,  "  These  are  out  of  ballads!  she  has  all 
The  Garland  of  Good-  Will  by  heart." 

Although  this  ballad  is  found  in  Thomas  Deloney's  (and  some 
other  writers')  '  Strange  Histories,  or,  Songes  and  Sonets  of  lungs, 
Princes,  Dukes,  Zordes,  Ladyes,  Knights,  and  Gentlemen,''  imprinted 
at  London  for  W.  Barley,  etc.,  1607,  it  is  the  Eleventh  Canticle, 
while  the  Table  of  Contents,  extending  only  to  Cant.  X.,  seems  to 
mark  the  original  bulk  of  the  Collection.  This  affords  a  certainty 
that  the  date  of  the  Rosamund  ballad  was,  at  the  very  latest,  1607. 


6G8  Samuel  Daniel's  '  Complaint  of  Rosamond.' 

Xot  improbably,  it  was  added  earlier,  to  immediately  follow 
Deloncy's  other  recognised  works  (before  Xos.  XII.  and  XIII., 
the  latter W  which,  "  Faire  sweete,  if  yon  desire  to  know,"  is  signed 
T.R.,  and  XIV.,  "A  Mayde's  Letter,"  signed  A.C.).  The  title 
here  is  "A  Monrnefull  Dittie  of  the  Death  of  Faire  Rosamond, 
King  Ilenrie  the  Second's  Concubine."  These  words  reappeared 
when  it  was  inserted  in  the  lute  editions  of  what  originally,  in  1612, 
had  been  llichard  Johnson's  Crown  Gakland  of  Golden  Roses  ; 
the  editions  of  1659,  1692,  etc. 

On  the  historical  foundation  of  the  Rosamond  legend,  and  the 
growth  of  the  popular  belief  in  the  proffered  poison  cup  or  dagger, 
we  cannot  linger  long.  The  existence  of  Rosamond  Clifford  (born 
circd  1140,  died  tired  1176,  the  daughter  of  Walter  de  Clifford  of 
Herefordshire  and  Margaret  his  wife),  the  acknowledged  mistress  of 
Henry  II.,  in  and  before  1174,  is  incontestably  proved ;  also  her 
having  been  hidden  from  Queen  Eleanor  at  Woodstock  in  a  chamber 
of  '  Daedalian  workmanship '  (which  popularly  became  styled  a 
'maze'),  and  afterwards  buried  at  Godstow  nunnery,  whither  she 
had  possibly  retired  in  her  last  days.  The  fact  of  a  cup  having 
been  sculptured  on  her  tombstone  may  have  suggested  the  addition 
of  the  incident  which  caught  the  imagination  of  later  poets  and 
romancers,  viz.  the  choice  proffered  by  the  jealous  Queen  between 
the  dagger  and  the  bowl.  It  appears  in  Samuel  Daniel's  impressive 
poem,  "The  Complaint  of  Rosamond"  (4  February,  159|,  such 
being  most  probably  an  enlarged  re-issue),  which  thus  begins : — 

"  Ovt  from  the  horror  of  Inf email  deepes, 
My  poore  afflicted  ghost  comes  heere  to  'plaine  it, 
Attended  with  my  shame  that  neuer  sleepes, 
The  spot  wher-with  my  kinde  and  youth  did  staine  it. 
My  body  found  a  graue  where  to  containe  it : 

A  sheete  could  hide  my  face,  but  not  my  sin, 

For  Fame  findes  neuer  tombes  to  t'  inclose  it  in.  7 

' '  And  which  is  worse,  my  soule  is  now  denied 
Her  transport  to  the  sweet  EUsian  rest, 
The  ioyfull  blisse  for  ghostes  repurified, 
Th'  euer-springing  Gardens  of  the  blest : 
C[h]t/ron  denies  mee  wattage  with  the  rest, 

And  sayes  my  soule  can  neuer  passe  the  Riuer, 

Till  Louers  siehes  on  earth  shall  it  deliuer."     Etc.  14 


*o* 


Samuel  Daniel  has  been  far  too  long  neglected.  This  "  Complaint " 
alone,  not  to  mention  his  "  Civil  Warres "  and  the  Sonnets  to 
"Delia,"  ought  to  ensure  that  loving  reverence  be  paid  to  his 
memory.  John  Payne  Collier  was  the  earliest  to  do  it  justice,  in  his 
careful  reprint,  1870,  and  the  Rev.  Dr.  A.  B.  Grosart's  scholarly 
edition  of  the  "  Complete  Works  in  Prose  and  Verse,"  4  vols.  1885, 
et  seq.,  has  given  to  the  world  an  authoritative  and  satisfactory  text. 
The  account  of  the  poisoning  deserves  reproduction  here. 


Samuel  Daniel's  '  Complaint  of  Rosamond. '  669 

"  And  this  our  stealth  shee  [i.e.  Fame]  could  not  long  conceale, 
From  her  whom  such  a  forfeit  most  concerned  : 
The  wronged  Queene,  who  could  so  closely  deale, 
That  she  the  whole  of  all  our  practise  learned, 
And  watcht  a  time  when  least  it  was  discerned, 

In  absence  of  the  King,  to  wreak  her  wrong, 

With  such  reuenge  as  shee  desired  long.  581 

"  The  Laberinth  shee  entred  by  that  Threed 
That  seru'd  a  conduct  to  my  absent  Lord, 
Left  there  by  chaunce,  reseru'd  for  such  a  deed, 
Where  shee  surpriz'd  mee  whom  shee  so  abhor'd. 
Enrag'd  with  madnesse,  scarce  shee  speakes  a  word, 
But  flyes  with  eager  furie  to  my  face, 
Offring  mee  most  vnwomanly  disgrace.  588 

"  Looke  how  a  Tygresse  that  hath  lost  her  whelpe 
Runns  fiercely  ranging  through  the  Woods  astray  : 
And  seeing  her  selfe  depriu'd  of  hope  or  helpe, 
Furiously  assaults  what's  in  her  way, 
To  satisfie  her  wrath,  (not  for  a  pray,)  [=  Prey- 

So  fell  shee  on  mee  in  outragious  wise 

As  could  Disdaine  and  Iealousie  deuise.  595 

"  And  after  all  her  vile  reproches  vsde, 
Shee  forc'd  mee  take  the  poyson  she  had  brought 
To  end  the  lyfe  that  had  her  so  abusde, 
And  free  her  feares,  and  ease  her  iealous  thought. 
No  cruelty  her  wrath  would  leaue  vnwrought, 

No  spightfull  act  that  to  Reuenge  is  common  ; 

(No  beast  being  fiercer  than  a  iealous  woman.)  602 

"  '  Heere  take  (saith  she)  thou  impudent  vncleane, 
Base  graceles  strumpet,  take  this  next  your  hart ; 
Your  loue-sicke  hart,  that  ouer-charg'd  hath  beene 
With  pleasures  surfeite,  must  be  purg'd  with  arte. 
This  potion  hath  a  power,  that  will  conuart 

To  nought,  those  humors  that  oppresse  you  so. 

And  (Gerle)  He  see  you  take  it  ere  I  goe.  609 

"  '  What,  stand  you  now  amaz'd,  retire  you  backe  ? 
Tremble  you,  (minion)  ?  come,  dispatch  with  speed  ; 
There  is  no  helpe,  your  Champion  now  you  lack, 
And  all  these  teares  you  shed  will  nothing  steed ;  [=  stead. 

Those  dainty  fingers  needes  must  doe  the  deed. 
Take  it,  or  I  will  drench  you  else  by  force, 
And  trifle  not,  lest  that  I  vse  you  worse.'  616 

"  Ilauing  this  bloody  doome  from  hellish  breath, 
My  wofull  eyes  on  euery  side  I  cast : 
Rigor  about  me,  in  my  hand  my  death, 

Presenting  mee  the  horror  of  my  last :  [query,  lust  1 

All  hope  of  pitty  and  of  comfort  past. 

No  meanes,  no  power,  no  forces  to  contend, 

My  trembling  hands  must  giue  my  selfe  my  end.  623 


070  Fair  Rosamond  Clifford. 

1  "  Those  hands,  that  beauties  Ministers  had  been, 

They  must  giue  death,  that  me  adorn'd  of  late, 
That  mouth,  that  newly  gaue  consent  to  sin, 
Must  nowe  receiue  destruction  in  thereat, 
That  body,  which  my  lust  did  violate, 

Must  sacrifize  it  selfe  t'  appease  the  wrong. 

(So  short  is  pleasure,  glory  lasts  not  long.)  630 

"  And  sbee  no  sooner  saw  I  had  it  taken, 
But  foortb  shee  rushes  (proude  with  victorie) 
And  leaues  m'  alone,  of  all  the  world  forsaken, 
Except  of  Death,  which  shee  had  left  with  me. 
(Death  and  my  selfe  alone  together  be :) 

To  whom  sbee  did  her  full  reuenge  refer. 

Oh,  poore  weake  conquest,  both  for  him  and  her."  637 

Stow's  Chronicle  of  England,  1580,  mentions  her  as  "Rosamond, 
the  faire  daughter  of  Walter,  Lord  Clifford."  In  the  Hundred 
Rolls  of  Ed.  I.  (ii.  93,  94)  the  verdict  of  the  jurors  of  Corfham 
runs,  "Dicunt  quod  [Corfham  erat  in]  antiquo  dominico  Rcgum, 
set  Henricus  Rex  pater  Johannis  Regis  dedit  [  Waltero']  de  Clifford 
'  pro  amore  Rosamurdm  filino  sua?.'  "  Thus  it  is  indisputable  that  so 
early  as  1274  it  was  already  accepted  popularly  on  a  Clifford  Manor 
that  Rosamond  Clifford  had  heen  a  mistress  of  Henry  II.  Some 
think  that  the  connection  began  while  he  was  still  unmarried  and 
uncrowned,  but  this  is  worse  than  doubtful.  Giraldus  Cambrensis 
tells  that  Henry  II.  after  having  imprisoned  his  wife  Eleanor 
(whose  previous  character  had  been  notoriously  infamous),  began 
to  live  in  open  adultery,  and  Rosamond  is  almost  certainly  indicated  : 
"  [Rex]  qui  adulter  antea  fuerat  occultus  effectus  postea  manifestus 
non  mundi  quidem  rosa  juxta  falsam  et  frivolatissimam  compositionem 
sed  immundi  verius  rosa  vocata  palam  et  impudenter  abutendo" 
(De  Principis  Institutione,  pp.  21,  22).  The  date  is  fixed,  as 
shortly  after  the  suppression  of  the  rebellion  in  September,  1174. 
John  Brompton,  Knyghton,  and  Higden  (circd  1350),  following 
Giraldus,  add  details,  all  mentioning  the  Woodstock  secret  chamber, 
also  that  Rosamond  died  soon  after  the  open  acknowledgement  by 
the  King,  and  that  she  was  buried  in  the  Chapter  House  at  Godstow  ; 
which  latter  fact  is  established  by  a  charter  (printed  in  the 
Monasticon,  iv.  366,  jSTo.  13),  the  bestowal  of  a  salt-pit  at  "Wick  on 
the  Godstow  Gunnery,  by  Osbert  Fitz-Hugh  (who  is  supposed  to  be 
Rosamond's  brother-in-law),  at  the  petition  of  her  father  Walter, 
for  the  salvation  of  her  soul  and  that  of  his  wife,  "  quarum  corpora 
ibedem  requiescant."  Other  charters  prove  that  Walter  endowed 
the  nunnery  at  Godstow,  "pro  animabus  uxoris  meae  Margarets 
Clifford  et  nostra?  filiao  RosamundceP 

Fair  Rosamond's  tomb  had  in  1191  assumed  almost  the  pomp 
and  sanctity  of  a  pilgrim  shrine  and  sanctuary,  for  it  was  set  in 
the  middle  of  the  church  choir,   in  front  of  the  altar,   and  was 


Fair  Rosamond' 's  Tomb  at  Godstow.  671 

adorned  with  silken  hangings,  lighted  lamps  and  waxen  candles. 
The  so-called  St.  Hugh,  Bishop  of  Lincoln,  found  it  thus  dis- 
tinguished, when  on  his  visitation  to  Godstow,  in  that  year,  he 
gave  command  that  her  body  should  be  taken  up  and  buried  outside 
the  church.  Episcopal  mandates  being  eluded,  she  was  re-interred 
in  the  Chapter-house,  where  her  tomb  bore  the  inscription  : — 

Hie  jacet  in  tumulo  Eosa  mundi  non  Rosa  niunda  : 
Non  redolet  sed  olet,  qune  redolere  solet.1 

It  remained  undisturbed  until  the  excesses  of  the  Reformation, 
when  it  was  partially  destroyed  (Leland,  Monasticon,  iv.  365).2 

The  commonly-received  account  of  Fair  Rosamond  bearing  two 
sons  to  Henry  II.,  viz.  Geoffrey,  who  became  Archbishop  of  York, 
and  William,  known  as  William  Longsword,  Earl  of  Salisbury,  was 
of  late  origin,  and  appears  to  be  unworthy  of  credence,  being 
refuted  by  the  assigned  dates.  Geoffrey  was  born  in  1151-52, 
and  his  mother's  name  was  Ykenai,  Aikenai,  or  '  Akeny.'  '  The 
French  Chronicle  of  London  '  tells  of  a  Queen  Eleanor's  vengeance, 
but  makes  her  the  wife  of  Henry  III.,  and  she  bleeds  Rosamond 
to  death  in  a  hot  bath  at  Woodstock.  The  silken  clue  first  appears 
in  Eabyan's  Chronicle  (Ellis's  edition,  pp.  276,  277)  :  "The  comon 
fame  tellyth  that  lastly  the  quene  wane  to  her  [=  Rosamond]  by  a 
clewe  of  threde  or  sylke,  and  delte  with  her  in  such  maner  that 
she  lyved  not  long  after.  Of  the  maner  of  her  death  speakyth  not 
myne  auctour." 

In  William  Warner's  Albion's  England,  Book  II.  1586,  the  story 
of  Fair  Rosamond  is  '  ouer-passed.'     It  comes  in  cap.  XLL,  1597  : — 

With  that  she  dasht  her  on  the  Lippes,  so  dyed  double  red  : 

Hard  was  the  heart  that  gaue  the  blow,  soft  were  those  lips  that  bled.  [p.  201. 

Michael  Drayton's  Heroical  Epistles,  1597,  commence  with  one 
from  Rosamond  to  King  Henry,  "If  yet  thine  eyes  (great  Henry) 
may  endure,"  and  the  Answer,  from  Henry  to  Rosamond,  beginning 
"  When  first  the  post  arrived  at  my  tent." 

Joseph  Addison's  opera  of  Rosamond,  praised  by  Tickell,  scarcely 
merits  the  briefest  mention  here  :  it  was  a  musical  mistake  of  1707, 


1  The  following  paraphrastic  translations  of  the  inscription  (reading  "  tombo 
Eosa  mundi  ")  are  given  in  the  1594  edition  of  The  Complaint  of  Rosamond  : — 

Heer  lyes  intoumbd  wthin  this  compast  stone, 
Fayre  Rosamond,  not  nowe  the  world's  fayre  rose ; 
Who  whilome  sweetest  smelt,  follow'd  by  none, 
Doth  nowe  wth  deadly  staunch  infest  ye  nose.        F.  L. 

AND 

This  marble  stone  doth  here  enclose  the  world's  fayre  not  too  sweet  rose  ; 
In  whome  too  late  the  world's  repose  doth  nowe  wth  stinch  offend  the  nose. 

2  See  T.  A.  Archer's  excellent  paper  on  Rosamond  Clifford  in  The  Dictionary 
of  National  Biography,  xi.  75-77.    To  this  we  are  greatly  indebted  for  information. 


C>?'2  Fair  Rosamond  at  Woodstock  Bourr. 

(net  wedded  to  the  melodies  of  T.  A.  Arne  till  1733,)  adulatory  of 

Queen  Elinor,  as  though  she  were  alive  and  likely  to  become  his 

patroness.     The  poison-bowl   is   merely  a   sleeping   draught,  and 

when  Rosamond  retires  to  the  nunnery,  Henry  becomes  a  good  boy, 

toiit-A-fait,  and  acknowledges  the  superior  virtues  of  his  Queen. 

Moral  (drenchingly,  bis) : — 

"  Who  to  forbidden  joys  would  rove 

That  knows  the  sweets  of  virtuous  love  ?  "  [Decree  Nicey,  Nisi ! 

Another  Roxburghe  Ballad  on  the  same  subject  follows,  on  our 
p.  676,  "The  Unfortunate  Concubine;  or,  Rosamond's  Overthrow," 
beginning,  "  Sweet,  youthful,  charming  Ladies  fair."  It  does  not 
appear  to  be  of  much  earlier  date  than  its  reappearance  in  J.  Roberts's 
Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  1723,  where  it  begins  volume  first,  p.  4. 
Ours  is  a  late  Aldermary  Church -yard  broadside,  but  little  known. 
"  Queen  Eleanor's  Confession  "  of  our  p.  680  is  virtually  a  sequel  to 
"Fair  Rosamond:  "  the  whirligig  of  Time  brings  about  its  revenges. 

The  present  ballad  was  intentionally  w«-quoted  in  Wm.  Rowley's  "  Match  at 
Midnight,"  1633,  Act  iii.  sc.  1,  by  the  Welsh  singing-man  Randall, 
"  When  high-king  Henry  rul'd  this  land,  the  couple  of  her  name, 
Besides  hur  queen  was  tearly  lov'd  a  fair  and  princely widows." 

In  Act  v.  sc.  1,  he  perverts  a  verse  from  "  The  Spanish  Lady's  Love  "  (p.  655) : 
"Will  you  hear  a  noble  Pritain,  how  her  gull  an  English  flag  ?  "  [  =  Ensign.] 
So  early  as  1854,  in  his  fascinating  volume  of  Poems  by  a  Painter,  one  of 
the   Editor's  friends,  William  Bell  Scott,  had  adorned  with   pen  and  etching- 
needle  the  legend  of  Fair  Rosamond.     His  "  Woodstock  Maze  "  ends  thus  :— 
"  '  Hark  !  he  comes  !  yet  his  footstep  sounds 
As  it  sounded  never  before  ! 
Perhaps  he  thinks  to  steal  on  me, 
But  I'll  hide  behind  the  door.' 
She  ran,  she  stopped,  stood  still  as  stone  — 

It  was  Queen  Eleanore, — 
And  at  once  she  felt  what  sudden  death 

The  hungering  she-wolf  bore. 
Oh  the  leaves,  brown,  yellow,  and  red,  still  fall, 
Full  and  fall  over  chnrchyard  and  hall. 

[Roxburghe  copy  has  a  modern  cut  of  Queen  Eleanor  visiting  Fair  Rosamond  in 
Woodstock  Bower,  probably  copied  from  the  copperplate  illustration  to  the 
other  Rosamond  ballad  (our  p.  676),  in  J.  Roberts's  Old  Ballads,  vol.  i.  p.  1, 
1723.  Date  of  the  present  ballad,  circa  1598;  but  the  Bow  Church-yard 
copy  nearly  two  centuries  later.  Pepys  Black-letter  copy  was  printed  for  W. 
Thackeray  and  T.  Passinger,  circa  1670  ;  Wood's  for  F.  Coles,  etc.,  perhaps  a 
few  years  earlier:  but  the  true  date  must  have  been  before  1600.  The  Douce 
Coll  ,  III.  25  verso  (n.p.n.),  like  Ouvry  Coll.,  II.  71  {J.  Pitts),  is  entitled 
"  A  lamentable  ballad  of  Fair  Rosamond,  Concubine  to  Henry  2nd,  who  was  put 
to  death  by  Queen  Eleanor,  in  the  famous  Bower  of  Woodstock,  near  Oxford.'1'' 
The  tune  (unmarked  in  Roxb.)  is  When  Flying  Fame,  see  Pop. Music,  p.  198.] 


G73 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  714  ;  Pepys,  I.  498  ;  "Wood,  401,  fol.  7  ;  etc.] 

ILilt  and  SDeatt)  Of  if atr  Rosamond, 
Eing  Henry  tbc  ®cconU's  Concubine. 


WHen  as  King  Henry  rul'd  this  land,  the  second  of  that  name, 
Beside  the  queen,  he  loved  dear  a  fair  and  comely  dame. 
Most  peerless  was  her  beauty  found,  her  favour  and  her  face ; 
A  sweeter  creature  in  the  world  could  never  prince  embrace. 

Her  crisped  locks  like  threads  of  gold  appear'd  to  each  man's  sight, 
Her  comely  eyes  like  orient  pearl,  did  cast  a  heavenly  light. 
The  blood  within  her  crystal  cheeks  did  such  a  colour  drive, 
As  tho'  the  lilly  and  the  rose  for  mastership  did  strive. 

Pair  Rosamond,  Fair  Rosamond,  her  name  was  call'd  so, 
To  whom,  dame  Eleanor  our  Queen  was  known  a  deadly  foe. 
The  king  therefore,  for  her  defence,  against  the  furious  queen, 
At  Woodstock  builded  such  a  bower,  the  like  was  never  seen. 

VOL.   vi.  2  x 


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(>74  Life  and  Death  of  Fair  Rosamond. 

Most  curiously  that  bower  was  built  of  stone  and  timber  strong, 

An  hundred  and  fifty  doors  did  to  this  bower  belong  : 

And  they  so  cunningly  contriv'd,  with  turnings  round  about, 

That  none  without  a  clue  of  thread  could  enter  in  and  out.  16 

Xow  for  his  lore  and  lady's  sake,  who  was  both  fair  and  bright, 
The  keeping  of  this  bower  he  gave  unto  a  valiant  Knight. 
But  fortune,  that  doth  often  frown  where  it  before  did  smile, 
The  king's  delight,  the  lady's  joy,  full  soon  she  did  beguile. 

For  why,  the  king's  ungracious  son,  whom  he  did  high  advance, 

Against  his  father  raised  wars  within  the  realms  of  France ; 

But  yet  before  our  gracious  king  the  English  land  forsook, 

Of  Rosamond,  his  lady  fair,  his  farewell  thus  he  took  :  24 

"  My  Rosamond,  my  only  Rose,  who  pleaseth  best  mine  eye, 
The  fairest  flower  in  all  the  world,  to  feed  my  phantasy, 
The  flower  of  my  affected  heart,  whose  sweetness  doth  excel, 
My  royal  rose,  an  hundred  times  I  bid  you  now  farewell. 

"  For  I  must  leave  my  fairest  rose,  my  sweetest  rose,  a  space, 
And  cross  the  Ocean  into  France,  proud  rebels  to  debase. 
But  still,  my  rose,  be  sure  thou  shalt  my  coming  shortly  see, 
And  in  my  heart,  when  hence  I  am,  I'll  bear  my  rose  with  me." 
When  Rosamond,  the  lady  bright,  did  hear  the  king  say  so, 
The  sorrows  of  her  grieved  heart  her  outward  looks  did  show. 
And  from  her  clear  and  crystal  eyes  the  tears  gush'd  out  apace, 
"Which  like  the  silver  pearly  dew  ran  down  her  comely  face. 

Her  lips  like  to  the  coral  red,  did  wax  both  wan  and  pale. 

And  for  the  sorrow  she  conceiv'd,  her  vital  spirits  fail. 

And  falling  down  into  a  swoon  before  king  JJenry's  face, 

Full  oft  within  his  princely  arms,  her  body  [he]  did  embrace.       40 

And  twenty  times  with  watery  eyes  he  kiss'd  her  tender  cheek, 

Until  he  had  reviv'd  again,  her  spirit  mild  and  meek. 

"  Why  grieves  my  rose  ?  my  sweetest  rose  ?  "  the  king  did  often  say. 

"  Because,"  quoth  she,  "  to  bloody  wars  my  lord  must  pass  away. 

"  But  since  your  grace  in  foreign  coasts,  amongst  your  foes  unkind, 

Must  go  to  hazard  life  and  limb,  why  must  I  stay  behind? 

Nay,  rather  let  me,  like  a  page,  thy  sword  and  target  bear, 

That  on  my  breast  the  blow  may  light  that  shall  offend  my  dear. 

"0  let  me  in  your  royal  tent  prepare  your  bed  at  night, 

And  with  sweet  baths  refreshen  you,  as  you  return  from  fight. 

So  I  your  presence  may  enjoy,  no  toil  I  will  refuse : 

But  wanting  you,  my  life  is  death,  which  doth  true  love  abuse." 

"  Content  thyself,  my  dearest  love,  thy  rest  at  home  shall  be, 

In  England's  sweet  and  pleasing  court,  for  travels  fit  not  thee. 

Fair  ladies  brook  not  bloody  wars,  sweet  peace  their  pleasure  breeds, 

The  nourisher  of  heart's  content,  whose  fancy  first  did  feed.  56 


Life  and  Death  of  Fair  Rosamond.  675 

"  My  rose  shall  rest  in  Woodstock  bower,  with  music's  sweet  delight ; 
While  I  among  the  piercing  pikes  against  my  foes  do  fight : 
My  rose  in  robes  of  pearl  and  gold,  with  diamonds  rich  and  bright, 
Shall  dance  the  galliards  of  my  love,  while  I  my  foes  do  smight. 

"  And  you,  Sir  Thomas,  whom  I  trust,  to  be  my  love's  defence, 
Be  careful  of  my  gallant  rose,  when  I  am  parted  hence." 
And  herewithal  he  fetch'd  a  sigh,  as  tho'  his  heart  would  break : 
And  Rosamond,  for  very  grief,  not  one  plain  word  could  speak.      64 

And  at  their  parting  well  they  might  in  heart  be  grieved  sore : 
After  that  day,  Fair  Rosamond  the  king  did  see  no  more. 
For  when  his  grace  passed  the  seas,  and  into  France  was  gone, 
Queen  Fleanor  with  envious  heart  to  Woodstock  came  anon. 

And  forth  she  calls  the  trusty  Knight,  who  kept  the  curious  bower, 
And  with  a  clew  of  twisted  thread  came  from  this  famous  flower. 
And  when  that  they  had  wounded  him,  the  Queen  this  thread  did  get, 
And  went  where  lady  Rosamond  was  like  an  angel  set.  72 

But  when  the  queen,  with  stedfast  eyes,  beheld  [t]his  heavenly  face, 
She  was  amazed  in  her  mind,  at  such  exceeding  grace.  ["fine." 

"  Cast  off,"  said  she,  "  these  [royal]  robes,  that  rich  and  costly  be, 
And  drink  you  up  this  deadly  draught  which  I  have  brought  to  thee." 

But  presently  upon  her  knees  Fair  Rosamond  did  fall, 

And  pardon  of  the  queen  she  crav'd  for  her  offences  all. 

"  Take  pity  on  my  youthful  years,"  Fair  Rosamond  did  cry, 

"  And  let  me  not  with  poison  strong  be  forced  for  to  die.  80 

"  I  will  renounce  my  sinful  life,  and  in  some  cloister  bide, 
Or  else  be  banish'd  if  you  please,  to  range  the  world  so  wide. 
And  for  the  fault  which  I  have  done,  tho'  I  was  forc'd  thereunto, 
Preserve  my  life,  and  punish  me,  as  you  think  fit  to  do." 

And  with  these  words  her  lilly  hands  she  wrung  full  often  there, 
And  down  along  her  comely  face  proceeded  many  a  tear. 
But  nothing  could  this  furious  queen  herewith  appeased  be  : 
The  cup  of  deadly  poison  strong,  which  she  held  on  her  knee,       88 

She  gave  this  comely  dame  to  drink,  who  took  it  from  her  hand, 
And  from  her  bended  knees  arose,  and  on  her  feet  did  stand. 
When  casting  up  her  eyes  to  heaven,  she  did  for  mercy  call, 
And  drinking  up  the  poison  strong,  she  lost  her  life  withal. 

And  when  [that]  death  thro'  every  limb  had  done  its  greatest  spite, 
Her  chiefest  foes  could  but  confess  she  was  a  glorious  wight. 
Her  body  then  they  did  entomb,  when  life  was  fled  away, 
At  Woodstock,  near  to  Oxford  town,  as  may  be  seen  this  day.         96 

[Written  by  Thomas  Deloney. 
Printed  and  sold  in  Bow -Church-Yard,  London.     [White-letter.     See  p.  672.] 


676 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  658  ;  Douce,  III.  98  verso ;  Euing,  238.] 

Ct)e  (Unfortunate  Concubine ; 

©X, 

Eosamond's  £)&cttijroto>  £Dcca0ionco  bu  licr  Brother's 
praising  grt:  25caurp  to  ttoo  poting  iiuugfitg  of 
Salisbury,  a0  tijtp  riD  along  tf)t  Hoao* 

[To  the  Tune  of,   TVis  CW/-<  Lady.] 

SWeet  youthful  charming  ladies  fair,  fram'd  of  the  purest  mold, 
With  rosy  cheeks  and  silken  hair,  which  shine  like  threads  of  gold, 
Soft  tears  of  pity  here  bestow  on  the  unhappy  fate 
Of  Rosamond,  who  long  ago  prov'd  most  unfortunate. 

When  as  the  second  Henry  reign'd  on  the  imperial  throne, 
How  he  this  beautiful  flower  gain'd  1  will  to  you  make  known, 
With  all  the  circumstances  too  which  did  her  life  attend, 
How  first  she  into  favour  grew,  and  of  her  fatal  end. 

As  three  young  Knights  of  Salisbury  were  riding  on  their  way, 
One  boasted  of  a  lady  fair  within  her  bower  so  gay  : 
"  I  have  a  sister,"  Clifford  swears,  "  but  few  men  do  her  know, 

Upon  her  face  the  skin  appears  Hke  drops  of  blood  or  snow.  12 

My  sister's  locks  of  curled  hair  outshine  the  golden  ore  ; 

Her  skin  for  whiteness  may  compare  with  the  fine  lilly  flower. 

Her  breasts  were  lovely  to  behold,  like  to  the  driven  snow  ; 

I  would  not  for  her  weight  in  gold  King  Henry  should  her  know." 

King  Henry  had  a  bower  near,  where  they  were  riding  by, 
And  he  this  Clifford  over-hears.     Thought  he  immediately, 
"  Tho'  I  her  brother  should  offend  ;  for  that  fair  white  and  red, 
For  her  I  am  resolv'd  to  send,  to  grace  my  royal  bed." 

The  King,  who  was  of  high  renown,  would  not  his  fancy  pall ; 
For  having  wrote  his  pleasure  down,  he  did  young  Clifford  call  : 
"  Come  hither  to  me,  out  of  hand,  come  hither  unto  me, 

I  am  the  King  of  Enyland,  my  messenger  thou  shalt  be.  24 

"  I  to  your  sister  here  have  writ  three  letters  seal'd  with  gold, 
No  messenger  1  think  so  fit  as  you.     Therefore,  behold, 
Convey  them  to  her  hand  with  speed,  make  not  the  least  delay, 
My  will  and  pleasure  let  her  read,  and  my  commands  obey." 

Young  Clifford  then  the  letter  took  from  Henry' 's  royal  hand, 
Tho'  with  a  melancholly  look,  and  mounted  out  of  hand. 
Soft  tears  bedew'd  his  noble  sight,  his  grieved  heart  was  sad, 
Altho'  he  was  as  brave  a  knight  as  ever  Henry  had. 

With  that  this  noble  knight  of  fame  rode  on  without  delay, 
Until  he  to  the  bower  came,  which  was  both  rich  and  gay. 
She  said,  when  he  knocked  at  the  ring,  "  Who  raps  so  fierce  and  bold  ?  " 
"  Sister,  I  have  brought  from  the  King  three  letters  seal'd  with  gold."  36 


The  Unfortunate  Concubine.  077 

Then  with  her  fingers  long  and  small  she  broke  the  seals  of  gold ; 

And  as  she  did  to  reading  fall,  at  first  you  might  behold 

The  smiles  of  pleasant  sweet  delight,  as  if  well  satisfied ; 

But  e'er  she  had  concluded  quite,  she  wrung  her  hands  and  cry'd  : 

Why  did  you  go  beyond  your  bounds,  when  Oxford  you  did  see  ? 
You  might  have  talked  of  your  hounds,  and  never  brag'd  of  me. 
When  by  the  King  I  am  defiled,  my  father's  griefs  begin, 
He'll  have  no  comfort  of  his  child,  nor  come  to  my  wedding. 

Go  fetch  me  down  my  Planet  book,  straight  from  my  private  room, 

For  in  the  same  I  mean  to  look  what  is  decreed  my  doom." 

The  Planet-book  to  her  they  brought,  and  laid  it  on  her  knee, 

She  found  that  all  would  come  to  nought,  and  poisoned  she  should  be.  48 

I  curse  you  brother  !  "  then  she  cry'd,  "  who  caus'd  my  destiny  ; 
I  might  have  been  a  Lord's  fair  bride,  but  you  have  ruin'd  me." 
With  that  she  call'd  her  waiting-maid  to  bring  her  riding  weed, 
And  to  her  groom  she  likewise  said,  "  Saddle  my  milk-white  steed." 

Some  rode  before  her  to  report  her  coming  to  the  king, 
As  she  approach'd  the  royal  court,  sweet  peals  of  bells  did  ring. 
A  garland  over  her  head  they  bore,  to  magnify  her  charms, 
And  as  she  came  before  the  king,  he  clasp'd  her  in  his  arms. 

With  blushes  then  she  did  beseech  the  king  on  her  bare  knee, 

These  words  she  said,  "  I  pray,  my  liege,  what  is  your  will  with  me  ?" 

Said  he,  "  I  sent  for  you,  my  rose,  to  grace  my  royal  bed  " 

Now  as  he  did  his  mind  disclose,  she  blush'd  like  scarlet  red.  60 

Blush  not,  my  fairest  Rosamond,  fear  no  disastrous  fate  ; 

For  by  my  kindly  power  I  can  place  thee  in  happy  state. 

No  lady  in  this  court  of  mine  can  purchase  thy  desert, 

Thy  pleasant  looks  and  charms  divine  have  won  my  royal  heart." 

The  gifts  and  presents  of  a  king  did  cause  her  to  comply ; 
Thinking  there  was  not  anything  like  royal  dignity. 
But  as  her  bright  and  golden  scene  in  court  began  to  shine, 
The  news  was  brought  unto  the  queen  of  this  new  concubine. 

At  which  she  was  enraged  so,  with  malice  in  her  breast, 

That  till  she  wrought  her  overthrow  she  could  not  be  at  rest. 

She  felt  the  fury  of  a  queen,  e'er  she  had  flourished  long, 

And  dy'd,  just  as  she  had  foreseen,  by  force  of  poison  strong.  72 

The  angry  queen,  with  malice  fraught,  could  not  herself  contain, 
Till  she  had  brought  fair  Rosamond  to  her  sad  dismal  bane  : 
The  said  sweet  and  precious  rose,  King  Henry's  chief  delight. 
The  queen  she  to  the  bower  goes,  and  wrought  her  hateful  spite. 

But  when  she  to  the  bower  came,  where  Lady  Clifford  lay, 
Enraged  Eleanor  by  n*me,  she  could  not  find  the  way, 
Until  the  silken  clue  of  thread  became  a  fatal  guide, 
Unto  the  queen,  who  laid  her  dead,  e'er  she  was  satisfy'd. 

Alas !  it  was  no  small  surprise  to  Rosamond  the  fair  ; 

When  death  appear'd  before  her  eyes,  no  faithful  friend  was  there, 

Who  could  stand  up  in  her  defence,  to  put  the  poison  by  ; 

Thus  by  the  hand  of  violence  compelled  she  was  to  die.  84 

0  most  renown'd  and  gracious  Queen,  compassion  take  on  me  ; 

1  wish  that  I  had  never  seen  this  royal  dignity. 
Betray'd  I  was,  and  by  degrees  a  sad  consent  I  gave  ; 
And  now  upon  my  bended  knees  your  pardon  I  do  crave." 


678  The  Unfortunate  Concubine. 

"  I  will  not  pardon  you,  [she  cry'd  ;]  then  take  tin's  fatal  cup  ; 
And  you  may  well  be  satisfy'd  I'll  see  you  drink  it  up." 
Then  with  her  fair  and  lilly  hand  the  fatal  cup  she  took  ; 
Which  being  drunk,  she  could  not  stand,  but  soon  the  world  forsook. 

Now  when  the  king  was  well  inforni'd  what  Eleanor  had  done, 

His  breast  he  smote,  in  wrath  he  storm'd,  as  if  he  would  have  run 

Besides  his  senses,  and  he  swore,  for  this  inhuman  deed, 

He  never  would  bed  with  her  more,  his  royal  heart  did  bleed.  96 

The  king  [then]  stood  not  pausing  long  how  to  reward  her  spleen, 
But  straitway  in  a  prison  strong  he  cast  this  cruel  queen. 
Where  she  lay  six-aud-twenty  years,  a  long  captivity  ; 
Bathed  in  floods  of  weeping  tears,  'till  his  death  set  her  free. 

Now  when  her  son  did  [first]  succeed  his  father,  Great  Henry, 

His  royal  mother  soon  be  freed  from  her  captivity. 

And  she  [was]  set  [once]  more  at  large,  who  long  for  debt  had  lain  ; 

Her  royal  pity  did  discharge  thousands  in  Richard's  reign.  104 

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London. 

[White-letter,  one  woodcut.  An  edition  printed  at  Tewkesbury,  about  1790, 
has  B  M.  press-mark  11621.  c.  1.  art.  52;  another,  n.p.n.,  has  p.m.  1876. 
e.  1,  fol.  22.  Euing's  broadside  was  printed  for  W.  Onley,  sold  by  the  book- 
sellers of  Pye  Corner  and  London-bridye,  Date,  circa  1670-90.] 


£Xucen  Eleanor's  Confession. 

'  Alas  !  alas  ! '  a  low  voice,  full  of  care, 
Murmur' d  beside  me  :  '  Turn  and  look  on  me  : 

I  am  that  Rosamond  whom  men  call  fair, 
If  what  I  was  I  be. 

'  Would  I  had  been  some  maiden  coarse  and  poor  ! 

0  me,  that  I  should  ever  see  the  light ! 
Those  dragon  eyes  of  anger'd  Eleanor 

Do  hunt  me,  day  and  night.' 

She  ceased  in  tears,  fallen  from  hope  and  trust : 
To  whom  the  Egyptian :   '  0,  you  tamely  died  ; 

You  shoidd  have  clung  to  Fulvid's  waist,  and  thrust 
The  dagger  thro'  her  side.'  " 

— Tennyson's  Bream  of  Fair  Women. 


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HE  popular  old  ballad  of  "  Queen  Eleanor's  Confession  "  is 
quite  independent  of  historical  reality,  or  originality  of  basis.  It 
may  possibly  be  true,  as  is  asserted  so  persistently,  that  Queen 
Eleanor  was  not  matrimonially  unfaithful  to  her  by-no-means- 
constant  husband  the  young  Count  of  Anjou,  afterwards  our  King 
Henry  II.,  who  had  married  her  in  his  nineteenth  year,  six  weeks 
after  her  divorce  But  she  had  proved  herself  to  be  so  incurably 
vicious  in  her  former  married  state,  while  nominally  the  wife  of 
Lewis  VII.,  King  of  France,  and  indulging  in  forbidden  pleasures 
with    Saladin    to   an  extent   that   scandalized   the  orthodox   (who 


Queen  Eleanor  s  Confession.  679 

might  have  condoned  her  offences  had  they  been  shared  with  the 
faithful,  and  not  extended  to  the  Saracenic  followers  of  Mahound), 
that  we  are  free  to  give  her  the  benefit  of  a  doubt,  the  wrong  way, 
and  consider  it  to  be  unlikely  she  ever  walked  straight  thereafter, 
although  she  may  have  gained  by  experience  some  skill  in  concealing 
her  trespasses.  If  we  admit  her  share  in  causing  the  death  of  Fair 
Kosamond  (avowedly  an  open  question),  and  in  exciting  the  rebellion 
of  her  sons  against  their  unhappy  father,  which  is  generally  supposed 
to  be  incontrovertible,  a  few  more  crimes  and  misdemeanours  can 
scarcely  affect  the  verdict.  She  resembles  the  nigger  who  was 
so  black  that  charcoal  made  a  white  mark  on  him. 

We  need  not  pursue  the  investigation  into  the  early  origin  of 
such  an  incident  as  the  surreptitiously  obtaining  a  hearing  of  a 
guilty  woman's  confession  by  the  husband  going  disguised  as  a 
priest  to  shrive  and  absolve  her.  Several  of  the  old  collections  of 
nouvelles  and  fabliaux  relate  it.  Among  them  are  Boccaccio's 
Decameron  (Giorn.  vii.  Nov.  5),  Barbazan,  Du  Chevalier  qui  fist 
sa  fame  \_femme~\  confesse,  III.  229  ;  Bandello's  JNovelli ;  those  of 
Malespini ;  La  Fontaine's  La  Mari  Confesseur,  which  is  copied 
from  the  admirable  Cent  Nouvelles  Nouvelles,  Nouvelle  lxxviii. 
(Paris,  1887,  ii.  174).  Anyhow,  it  was  a  grave  indefensible  act  of 
profanation  and  sacrilege,  deserving  of  the  heaviest  condemnation 
and  punishment  that  could  possibly  be  inflicted.  Still,  the  story  is 
a  good  one,  and  told  fairly  well.  Poetical  justice  was  not  carried 
out.  Eleanor  survived  her  husband  Henry,  who  died  in  1189, 
until  the  sixth  year  of  her  son  John,  in  1204.  She  had  certainly 
been  imprisoned  in  1173,  when  she  had  endeavoured  to  escape  in 
man's  apparel  and  join  her  contumacious  sons.  It  is  satisfactory  to 
learn  that  she  had  it  not  all  her  own  way,  "  for  she  wor  a  bad  un, 
wor  she  !  "  as  Tennyson  puts  it,  elsewhere.  His  '  Northern  Farmer ' 
had  in  1864  a  Dream  of  some  very  Unfair  Women. 

***  There  are,  as  usual,  garbled  and  fictitious  traditional  versions  in  the 
northern  ballad-books.  One  in  Kinloch's  (p.  247)  begins,  "  The  queen  fell  sick, 
and  very,  very  sick  ;  "  another  had  been  given  by  Motherwell  [Minstrelsy,  1829, 
p.  1),  as  "Earl  Marshall,"  beginning  the  same  as  our  Roxburghe  ;  Buchan's 
Gleanings  of  Scotch,  English,  and  Irish  Scarce  Old  Ballads,  1825,  p.  77,  same 
title,  begins,  "  The  Queen's  fa' en  sick,  and  very  very  sick,  sick  and  going  to  die." 

Since  there  is  an  evident  lacuna  in  Earl  Martial's  craving  a  boon,  we  interpolate 
four  unauthorized  long-lines,  but  keep  them  square-bracketted  and  in  brevier  italic 
type.     Motherwell's  '  traditionary '  stanza  has  no  better  claim  to  be  authentic :  — 

"  0  no,  0  no,  my  liege,  my  king,  Such  things  can  never  bee ; 

For  if  the  Queene  hears  word  of  this,  Hanged  she'll  cause  me  to  bee." 


680 


[Roxburghe  Collcctiou,   III.  634;   Kn^'ord,  I.  33;   II.  26;    Jersey,   II.   177; 
C.  22.  e.  2.  fol.  71  ;  Euing,  291  ;  Douce,  III.  80.] 

£lueen  Eleanors  Confession : 

&Jjetot1tg  fioto  litltg  Henry,  tutrlj  tf)t  (£ai1  Martial,  in 
JHiars  faults*  came  to  Jjcr,  mstcatj  of  ttoo  JFriargs 
from  France,  tv-Jjtclj  efie  Sent  for* 

To  a  pleasant  new  Tune.     [See  Popular  Music,  p.  174.] 

QUEEX  Eleanor  was  a  sick  woman,  and  afraid  that  she  should  die  ; 
Then  she  sent  for  two  Friars  of  Franca,  for  to  speak  with  them 
speedily. 
The  Xing  call'd  down  his  Nobles  all,  by  one,  by  two,  and  by  three, 
And  sent  away  for  Earl  Martial,  for  to  speak  with  them  speedily. 

When  that  he  came  before  the  King,  he  fell  on  his  bended  knee, 
"  A  boon,  a  boon,  our  gracious  King,  that  you  sent  so  hastily. 
[You  ask  me  to  hear  a  sick  Woman,  who  know  not  what  she  may  say, 
And  she  may  cause  my  overthrow,  her  tvords  can  a  man  betray. 

"  So  I  crave  a  boon  from  my  liege  Lord,  to  pawn  his  Faith  and  Crown, 
That  whatever  Queen  Eleanor  says  of  me,  no  word  the  King  writes  down.'''''] 
"  I'll  pawn  my  living  and  my  lands,  my  scepter  and  my  crown, 
That  whatever  Queen  Eleanor  says,  I  will  not  write  it  down. 

"  Do  you  put  on  a  Friar's  coat,  and  I'll  put  on  another, 
And  we  will  to  Queen  Eleanor  go,  OLe  Friar  like  another." 
Thus  both  attired  then  they  go,  when  they  came  to  Whitehall, 
The  bells  they  did  ring  and  the  Quiristers  sing,  and  the  torches  did 
light  them  all. 

When  they  came  before  the  Queen,  they  fell  on  their  bended  knee, 
"  A  boon,  a  boon,  our  gracious  Queen,  that  you  sent  so  hastily." 
"  Are  you  two  Friars  0$  France?"  she  said,  "which  I  suppose  you  be  ; 
liut  if  you  are  two  English  Friars,  then  hanged  shall  you  be." 

"  We  are  two  Friars  of  France,"  they  said,  "as  you  suppose  we  be, 

We  have  not  been  at  any  Mass  since  we  came  from  the  Sea." 

"  The  first  vile  thing  that  e'er  I  did,  I  will  to  you  unfold, 

Earl  Martial  had  my  maidenhead,  underneath  this  cloth  of  gold." 

"  That  is  a  great  sin,"  then  said  the  King,  "  God  may  forgive  it  thee." 
"  Amen,  Amen!  "  quoth  Earl  Mart  nil,  withaheavy  heart  then  spoke  he. 
"  'Jhe  next  vile  thing  that  e'er  I  did,  to  you  I'll  not  deny, 
I  made  a  box  of  Poison  strong,  to  poison  King  Henry." 

'•  That  is  a  vile  sin,"  then  said  the  King,  "  God  may  forgive  it  thee." 
"Amen,  Amen  !  "  quoth  Earl  Martial,  "  and  I  wish  it  so  may  be." 
"  The  next  vile  thing  that  e'er  I  did,  to  you  I  will  discover, 
I  poisoned  Fair  Rosamond,  all  in  fair  Woodstock  bower." 


Queen  Eleanor's  Confession.  681 

"  That  is  a  vile  sin,"  then  said  the  King,  "  God  may  forgive  it  thee." 
"  Amen,  Amen  !  "  quoth  Earl  Martial,  "  and  I  wish  it  so  may  be." 
"  Do  you  see  yonder  a  little  boy,  a  tossing  of  the  ball? 
That  is  Earl  Martial's  eldest  son,  and  I  love  him  the  best  of  all. 

"  Do  you  see  yonder  a  little  boy,  a  catching  of  the  ball  ? 

That  is  King  Henry's  son,"  she  said,  "and  I  love  him  the  worst  of  all. 

His  head  is  like  unto  a  bull,  his  nose  is  like  a  boar." 

"No  matter  for  that,"  King  Henry  said,  "I  love  him  the  better  therefor." 

The  King  pull'd  off  his  Friar's  coat,  and  appear[ed]  all  in  red  ; 
She  shriek'd,  shecry'd,  she  wrung  her  hands,  and  said  she  was  betray'd. 
The  King  look'd  over  his  left  shoulder,  and  a  grim  look  looked  he  : 
And  said,  "Earl  Martial,  but  formy  oath,  then  hanged  should'st  thou  be." 

Newcastle:    Printed  and  sold  by  Robert  Marchbank,  in  the  Custom-house  entry. 

[White-letter,  but  Bagford's  and  Euing's  are  in  Black-letter,  both  printed  for 
C.  Butts,  in  Pye  Corner.     One  Woodcut  :  see  Notes,  pp.  672,  679.] 


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a  IPattecn  of  Cruc^ILotic* 


HIS  now-forgotten  ditty  must  once  have  been  in  great  demand, 
there  being  at  least  seven  copies  extant,  of  three  or  more  distinct 
editions  or  issues,  one  of  which,  for  John  White,  at  JVeivcastle,  was 
the  latest  reprint.  Something  in  it  had  touched  the  heart  of  the 
crowd,  probably  the  trial  of  the  lady's  affection  by  the  substituted 
head  of  "  a  hanged  man  "  being  shown  to  her,  with  the  treacherous 
design  of  misleading  her  into  a  belief  that  her  lover  was  slain,  so 
that  she  need  no  longer  be  disobedient  to  her  cruel  father.  Her 
love  bears  the  strain  ;  as  did  Imogine's,  who  had  beheld  the  headless 
corpse  of  Cloten,  disguised  in  the  garments  of  Posthumous.  The 
end  of  both  stories  is  similar,  the  father  yields,  and  the  lovers  are 
re-united.  Certainly  the  husband  of  the  noble  Imogine  deserved 
not  to  be  so  loved,  and  ultimately  graced  with  her  companionship. 
But  the  best  women  have  squandered  their  affection  on  unworthy 
objects  :  like  the  sun  "  being  a  god,  kissing  carrion."  This  is  an 
oft-told  tale,  generally  a  tragedy,  renewed  throughout  the  centuries. 

The  tune,  Daintie,  come  thou  to  me  (for  which  see  Popular  Music,  p.  517), 
gained  its  name  from  the  burden  of  "A  new  Northern  Jigg"  (printed  in  Roxb. 
Bds.,  i.  629),  beginning,  "Wilt  thou  forsake  me  thus,  and  leave  me  in  misery?" 
No  other  exemplar  of  it  is  known,  beyond  Eoxb.  Coll.,  I.  204.  To  the  same 
tune  was  sung  "  Ned  Smith"  {Ibid.,  ii.  465),  "I  am  a  prisoner  poore,  opprest 
with  miserie."  A  variation  of  Daintie,  come  thou  to  me  (J.  P.  Collier's  Old 
Manuscript  Ballads  and  Songs,  1869,  p.  51,  twelve  stanzas),  begins,  "  Wilt  thou 
from  me  thus  part,  and  leave  me  in  miserie  ?" 


682 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  579  ;  III.  426  ;  Bagford,  II.  121  ;  Douce,  III.  68  ; 
Ouvry,  1.  50  ;  Rawliuson,  566,  fol.  171 ;  Wood's  E.  25,  fol.  35.] 

[Z\)t  )I?oble  JLorti's  Crueitp ; 

Or,  &  Pattern  of  ftruc  3Lobc] 

3  Pattern  of  true  £otic  to  rjou  £  trji'Il  recite, 
Bcttoccn  a  15rauttful  3Latiu"anti  a  UTourtious  sKnigljt. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Dainty,  come  thou  to  me,  etc. 

Licens'd  and  Entred  according  to  Order. 

11  T\Ear  Love,  regard  my  grief,  do  not  ray  suit  disdain, 
±J     0  yield  me  some  relief,  that  am  with  sorrow  >lain  : 
These  seven  long  years,  and  more,  have  I  still  loved  thee  ; 
Do  thou  my  joys  restore  :  fair  Lady,  pity  me. 

"  Pity  my  grievous  pain,  long  suffer'd  for  thy  sake  ; 
Do  notmy  suit  disdain,  that  no  time  Rest  can  take  ; 
These  seven  long  years,  and  more,  have  I  still  loved  thee, 
Do  thou  my  joys  restore  :  fair  Lady,  pity  me  !  " 

"  How  should  I  pity  thee  ?  "  this  Lady  then  reply'd, 
"  Thou  art  no  match  for  me,  thy  suit  must  be  deny'd: 

I  am  of  noble  blood,  you  but  of  mean  degree  ; 

It  stands  not  for  ray  good,  fondly  to  match  with  thee."  12 

This  Answer  had  he  most,  which  cut  his  heart  so  deep, 
That  on  his  bed  full  oft  would  he  lye  down  and  weep  : 
With  tears  he  did  lament  his  froward  destiny ; 
With  sighs  yet  would  he  say,  "  Fair  Lady,  pity  me  ! 

"  While  I  live,  I  must  love,  so  Fancy  urgeth  me, 

My  [heart]  cannot  remove,  such  is  my  constancy:  [text,  "mind." 

My  mind  is  nobly  bent,  though  I  [am]  of  low  degree  ; 
Sweet  Lady,  give  consent  to  love  and  pity  me  !  " 

The  Lady,  hearing  now  the  moan  that  he  did  make, 
Did  of  his  suit  allow,  and  thus  to  him  she  spake, 
"  Sir  Knight,  mourn  thou  no  more,  my  faith  I  plight  to  thee  ; 
May  this  thy  joys  restore,  thou  hast  thy  wish  of  me."  24 

"  But  first,  sweet  Love,"  (quoth  she)  "what  shift  then  wilt  thou  make, 
With  speed  to  niarry  me,  and  thy  delight  to  take? 
It  were  a  bargain  bad  to  get  a  wanton  Wife, 
And  lose  with  sorrow  great  thy  sweet  distressed  life. 

"  Tf  that  my  Father  knew  the  Love  I  hear  to  thee, 

We  both  the  same  should  rue,  therefore  be  rul'd  by  me : 
When  my  Father  is  in  bed,  and  all  his  waiting-men, 
Through" the  window  will  I  get,  see  that  you  meet  me  then." 

•'  (  Mutent,  Lady,"  (he  said)   "  he's  but  a  Coward  Knight 
Whom  aught"  shall  make  afraid  to  win  a  Lady  bright." 
Thus  then  they  went  away,  but  by  the  Master-Cook — 
Coming  through  the  window  wide — was  this  fair  Lady  took. 


The  Noble  Lord's  Cruelty.  683 

"  0  gentle  Cook,"  (quoth  she)  "  do  not  my  deed  bewray  ! 
Some  favour  to  me  show,  and  let  me  pass  away : 
Love  that  doth  conquer  Kings  forc'd  me  to  do  this  deed ; 
Whilst  others  sits  and  sings,  make  not  my  heart  to  bleed." 

"  Not  so,  then,"  (said  the  Cook)  "  fair  Lady,  pardon  me  ; 
Who  can  this  trespass  brook,  committed  thus  by  thee  ? 
My  Lord,  your  Father,  shall  the  matter  understand  ; 
For  false  1  will  not  be,  neither  for  house  nor  land." 

Then  from  the  Lady's  face  fell  down  the  tears  amain, 
She  was  in  wofull  case  and  thus  she  made  her  moan : 
"  Alas  !  my  own  dear  Love,  little  know'st  thou  my  grief,  [al.l.  "Ah." 

Great  sorrows  must  we  prove,  hope  yielding  no  relief."  48 

Her  Father,  in  a  spleen,  lock'd  up  his  Daughter  bright, 
And  sent  forth  armed  men  to  take  this  worthy  Knight: 
Who  then  was  judg'd  to  be  quite  banish'd  from  the  land, 
Never  his  Love  to  see,  so  strict  was  the  command. 

And  at  the  Sessions  next,  after  the  Knight  was  gone, 

To  his  Daughter,  full  of  woe,  they  brought  a  hanged  man, 

Whose  head  was  smitten  off,  the  Maiden's  truth  to  prove, 

Quoth  her  Father,  "Wanton  Dame,  now  take  thee  here  thy  Love  !  " 

Her  tears  fell  down  amain,  when  this  sight  she  did  see, 

And  sorely  did  complain  of  [her]  Father's  cruelty ; 

His  body  she  did  wash  with  tears  that  she  did  shed ; 

An  hundred  times  she  kist  his  body  being  dead.  60 

"  Alas  !  my  Love,"  (she  said)  "  dear  hast  thou  paid  for  me ; 
Would  God,  in  heaven's  bliss,  my  soul  were  now  with  thee ! 
But  whilst  that  I  do  live,  a  vow  I  here  do  make, 
Seven  years  to  live  unwed,  for  my  true  Lover's  sake." 

Her  Father  hearing  this,  was  grieved  inwardly ; 
He  pardon'd  her  amiss,  and  prais'd  her  constancy  ; 
And  to  this  courteous  Knight,  her  Father  did  her  wed  : 
God  grant  the  like  success  :  where  perfect  Love  is  bred. 

tfints. 

[Printer's  or  publisher's  name  cut  off.  In  Black-letter.  Three  woodcuts  :  1st  and 
2nd  are  small,  a  man  and  a  woman,  each  in  a  peaked  hat ;  3rd  is  the  Scaffold 
scene  of  Decapitation  belonging  to  "The  Lady  Isabella's  Tragedy,"  of  our 
p.  653.  2nd  Koxburghe  is  a  Neweaslle-on-  Tytie  reprint,  for  Jn.  White.  The 
Pepys  exemplar  was  printed  for  J.  Clarke,  William  Thackeray,  and  Thomas 
Passenger,  with  a  title  like  our  Koxburghe,  II.  579,  "A  Pattern  of  True 
Love,"  unpreceded  by  the  words  "  The  Noble  Lord's  Cruelty;  or,  A  Pattern 
of  True  Love,"  which  John  White  probably  copied  from  an  early  broadside. 
We  square -bracket  this,  in  larger  black-letter,  as  heading.     Date,  before  1651.] 

***  There  are  such  strong  resemblances  of  thought  and  treatment,  ideas  and 
language,  connecting  this  ballad  with  "  The  Lady  Isabella's  Tragedy''''  of  our 
p.  653,  (both  holding  the  same  woodcut!)  wherein  another  "Master  Cook" 
figures  more  ignobly  that  this  Master  Cook  Marplot,  that  it  appears  probable  the 
same  author  wrote  both  ballads.  Why  was  he  so  hate  against  the  Chef?  Had  he 
ever  been  by  him  "  personally  conducted,"  at  such  an  early  time  ? 


684 

3lcp6tba,  3iuDffc  of  Israel* 

Hamlet. — "0  Jephtha,  judge  of  Israel,  what  a  treasure  had'st  thou!" 
Polonius.—"  What  a  treasure  had  he, my  Lord?" 
Hamlet. — Why,  '  One  fair  daughter  and  ao  more, 
The  which  he  loved  passing  well.'  " 
Tolonius  {Aside). — "Still  on  my  daughter." 

Hamlet. — "  Am  1  nol  i'  th'  right,  old  Jephtha?" 
Polonius. — "It  you  call  me  Jephtha,  my  lord,  1  have  a  daughter  that  I  love 
passing  w<  11." 
Hamlet. — "Nay.  that  follows  not." 
Polonius. — "Whal  follows  then,  my  lord?" 
Hamlet. — "  Why,  'An  by  lot,  God  wot,' 
and  then,  you  know, 

'  It  came  to  pass  as  most  like  it  was,' 

the  first  row  of  the  pious  chanson  will  show  you  more." — Hamlet. 

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O  Lave  been  thus  quoted,  even  with  burlesque  intentions,  in 
Buch  a  foremost  work  of  the  world's  literature,  one  of  its  '  Hundred 
best  Books,'  is  a  sufficient  plea  to  justify  our  reprint  of  this  'pious 
chanson,'  although  it  be  dull  enough  to  suit  the  ballad-capacity  of 
Polonius  himself,  or  his  prototype,  Will  Cecil,  Lord  Burleigh. 

A  strange  tale  is  related  by  Dr.  Thomas  Percy  (when  printing  an 
imperfect  copy,  said  by  him  to  have  been  "retrieved  from  utter 
oblivion  by  a  lady,  who  wrote  it  down  from  memory  as  she  had 
formerly  heard  it  sung  by  her  father:  I  am  indebted  for  it  to  the 
friendship  of  Mr.  Steevens"),  to  the  effect  that,  having  heard  of 
the  original  ballad  in  black-letter  being  among  Anthony  a  Wood's 
Collections  in  the  Ashmolean  Museum,  "upon  application  lately 
made  [1794],  the  volume  which  contained  this  Song  was  missing, 
so  that  it  can  only  now  be  given  as  in  the  former  Edition,"  i.e.  of 
1765. — Reliques.  George  Steevens  was  styled,  by  Isaac  D'Israeli, 
"The  Puck  of  Commentators!  "  Was  the  lady  an  apocryphal  Mrs. 
Hairis,  and  did  Puck  Steevens  hide  the  volume  after  making  an 
extract?  Could  a  volume  of  Wood's  ballads  disappear  bodily  ?  Or 
is  it  some  garbled  episcopal  bemuddlement,  seeing  that  an  Oxford 
broadside  is  extant  in  Bawlinson  566,  fol.  123?  Percy's  version 
(six  stanzas,  two  of  them  imperfect,  instead  of  our  eight)  begins: — 

"  Have  you  not  heard,  these  many  years  ago 
Jeptha  was  judge  of  Israel? 
He  had  one  only  daughter  and  no  mo, 
The  which  he  loved  passing  well: 
And  as  by  lott, 
God  wott, 
It  so  came  to  pass, 
As  God's  will  was, 
That  great  wars  there  should  be, 
And  none  should  be  chosen  chief  but  he." 

On  the  close  resemblance  existing  between  the  sacrifice  of  Jephtha's 
daughter  {Judges,  xi.  30-40)  and  the  sacrifice  of  lphigenia  (with  her 
ah  led.  preservation,  resembling  that  of  Isaac),  we  need  not  linger. 


685 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  201.] 

a  proper  ncto  ballao,  intitulcti, 

31epi)a  3Ju^se  of  jsraeL 


TEead  that  many  years  agoe, 
when  Jepha  Judge  of  Israel  [.„>.  tor  Jephtha,  passim. 

Had  one  fair  Daughter  and  no  more, 

whom  he  loved  so  passing  well. 
And  as  by  lot,  God  wot, 
It  came  to  passe,  most  like  it  was, 
Great  warrs  there  should  he, 

and  who  should  be  the  chiefe,  but  he,  but  he. 

When  Jeplia  was  appointed  now  chiefe  Captain  of  the  company, 
To  God  the  Lord  he  made  a  vow,  if  he  might  have  the  victory, 

At  his  l'eturn,  to  burn, 
For  his  offering,  the  first  quick  tiling  should  meet  with  him  then, 

From  his  house  when  he  came  agen,  agen.  16 


686  Jephtha,  Judge  of  Israel. 

It  chanced  so  these  warrs  were  done,  and  home  he  came  with  victory, 
His  Daughter  out  of  doorcs  did  run  to  meet  her  Father  speedily, 

And  all  the  way  did  play 
To  Taher  and  Pipe,  and  many  a  stripe,  and  notes  full  high, 

For  joy  that  he  was  so  nigh,  so  nigh. 

"When  Jepha  did  perceive  and  see  his  Daughter  firm  and  formostly, 
lie  rent  his  clothes  and  tore  his  haire,  and  shrieked  out  most  piteously. 

"For  thou  art  she"  (quoth  he), 
"  Hath  Drought  me  low,  alas  for  woe  !  and  troubled  me  so, 

That  I  cannot  tell  what  to  do,  to  doe.  32 

"  Fori  have  made  a  vow  "(quoth  lie)  "  which  must  not  be  diminished, 
A  sacrifice  to  God  on  high,  my  promise  must  be  finished." 

"As  you  have  spoke,  provoke 
Xo  further  care,  but  to  prepare,  your  will  to  fulfill, 

According  to  God's  will,  God's  will. 

"  For  sithence  God  hath  given  you  might  to  overcome  your  Enemies, 
Let  me  be  offered  up,  as  right,  for  to  perform  all  promises. 

And  this  let  be  !  "  quoth  she, 
"  As  thou  hast  said,  be  not  afraid,  although  it  be  I. 

Keep  promise  with  God  on  high,  on  high.  48 

"  But,  Father,  do  so  much  for  me,  as  let  me  goe  to  [th']  Wildernesse, 
There  to  bewail  my  virginity,  three  months  to  bemoan  my  heavinesse, 

And  let  there  go  some  moe, 
Like  Maids  -with  me."     "  Content,"  quoth  he,  and  sent  her  away, 

To  mourn,  till  her  latter  day,  her  day. 

And  when  that  time  was  come  and  gone  that  she  should  sacrificed  be, 
This  Virgin  sacrificed  was,  for  to  fulfill  all  pro[phecie],  ["promises."] 

As  some  say,  for  aye, 
The  Virgins  there  three  times  a  year,  like  sorrow  fulfill, 

For  the  Daughter  of  Jepha  still,  still,  still.  64 

Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  and  W.  Gilbertson. 

[In  Black-letter,  with  two  rude  woodcuts,  one  of  an  antique  warrior  with  curved 
sword,  as  on  p.  685;  the  other,  a  lady  with  half-opened  fan  (to  represent 
Jephtha's  daughter !)  A  MS.  note  on  Rawlinson's  copy  gives  the  date  of  issue 
as  1675.  But  '  the  godly  ballet '  was  of  much  earlier  date,  as  shown  in  our 
Introduction,  it  being  quoted,  as  already  popular,  in  the  1603  edit,  of  Hamlet.] 
*+*  Another  version  of  the  Jephtha  ballad,  preserved  on  a  broadside  in  the 

Douce  Collection,  III.  40,  verso,  commences:   "  When  Israel  did  tirst  begin." 


687 


C6e  cEOanticnng;  3!^. 


T 


"  Death  have  we  hated,  knowing  not  what  it  meant ; 
Life  have  we  loved,  through  green  leaf  and  through  sere, 
Though  still  the  less  we  knew  of  its  intent : 
The  Earth  and  Heaven  through  countless  year  on  year, 
Slow  changing,  were  to  us  but  curtains  fair, 

Hung  round  about  a  little  room,  where  play 

Weeping  and  laughter  of  man's  empty  day." 

— Epilogue  to  Wni.  Morris's  Earthly  Paradise,  1870. 


HAT  the  idea  of  an  indefinitely  continued  existence,  testifying 
to  the  truth  of  the  Incarnation  and  Atonement,  was  at  first  not 
regarded  as  punishment,  but  rather  as  a  privilege,  may  be  guessed 
rightly  when  we  remember  two  passages  of  Holy  Writ.  The 
earlier  of  these  belongs  to  a  period  before  the  Crucifixion  ;  the 
second  to  that  when  the  risen  Saviour  appeared  on  the  shores  of 
Lake  Tiberias.  "When  we  read  the  words  (SS.  Matth.  xvi.  28, 
Mark,  ix.  1),  "  Verily,  I  say  unto  you,  There  be  some  standing 
here,  which  shall  not  taste  of  death  till  they  see  the  Son  of  Man 
coming  in  his  kingdom,"  our  soul  revolts  against  any  poor  and 
insufficient  quibbling  interpretation  which  assumes  such  a  solemn 
declaration  to  apply  merely  to  the  not-far-distant  time  when 
Jerusalem  should  be  destroyed.  Such  a  comment  is  an  insult  to 
the  understanding.  But  what  here  might  seem  to  be  a  promise 
becomes  a  mysterious  threat  of  doom  in  another  passage  (S.  Luke, 
ix.  26,  27),  "  Whosoever  shall  be  ashamed  of  Me,  and  of  My 
words,  of  him  shall  the  Son  of  Man  be  ashamed,  when  He  shall 
come  in  His  own  glory,  and  in  His  Father's,  and  of  the  holy  angels. 
But  I  tell  you  of  a  truth,  there  be  some  standing  here,  whicii  shall 
not  taste  of  death  till  they  see  the  kingdom  of  God."  If  it  be 
possible  to  exceed  the  solemnity  and  suggestiveness  of  such  a 
declaration,  we  find  this  in  the  words  spoken  to  S.  Peter  concerning 
S.  John:  "  //  I  will  that  he  tarry  till  I  come,  what  is  that  to 
thee  ?  Follow  thou  me !  "  In  these  words,  decidedly  not  spoken 
as  doom,  but  as  implying  a  blessing  on  the  beloved  disciple,  we 
have  an  explanation  of  what  must  always  have  been  a  haunting 
thought  among  those  chosen  men. 

We  who  live  in  weariness  and  toil  and  sorrow,  to  a  great  extent, 
cannot  welcome  the  possibility  of  an  undying  pilgrimage  with  any- 
thing like  the  joy  wherewith  such  a  prospect  might  have  filled  men 
of  the  earlier  race.  Yet  perhaps  the  deep  undertone  of  sadness 
among  our  present  poets,  the  wailing  and  gloom,  the  perpetually 
reiterated  complaint  against  Death  closing  the  scene  so  early,  and 
poisoning  all  enjoyment,  is  sufficient  proof  that  the  brevity  of  life 
is  considered  to  be  an  evil,  enough  to  outweigh  or  banish  happiness. 


|>SS  The  Legend  of  the  Wandering  Jew. 

Of  old  this  myth  of  The  Wandering  Jew  lent  coherence  to  stray 
thoughts  of  an  exemption  from  mortality,  [t  was  clearly  recognised, 
in  an  age  of  faith,  as  being  a  heavy  doom.  And  the  commital  of 
an  atrocious  crime  was  pre-supposed,  in  order  to  account  for,  that 
is,  to  justify,  so  awful  a  punishment. 

It  would  not  have  been  surprising  if  there  had  been  a  legend 
assigning  to  the  traitor  Judas  the  inability  to  die:  the  vain  struggle 
to  cease  from  feeling  the  agonies  of  remorse,  which  was  unhallowed 
hy  contrition  or  repentance.  One  of  our  Roxburghe  Collection 
ballads  (III.  737.  sung  to  the  tune  of  Christ  is  my  Lore,  He  loves 
me),  beginning  "  Who  that  antique  story  reads,  and  ancient  tales  of 
old,"  tells  in  dreary  verse,  borrowing  its  horrors  from  the  tale  of 
QEdipus  and  Jocasta,  of  supposititious  crimes  and  sins  committed 
by  the  Betrayer,  until  there  is  "  The  Dream  of  Judas's  Mother 
fulfilled."  But  even  in  this  imbecile  and  harrowing  broadsheet 
(reprinted  in  the  Appendix  to  the  present  volume)  there  is  no  hint 
of  Judas  being  reserved  for  such  a  doom  as  by  legend  was  allotted 
to  "  the  Shoemaker  of  Jerusalem,"  the  Wandering  Jew. 

The  ballad  itself  (of  date  21  August,  1612)  gives  the  narrative 
with  commendable  distinctness,  and  without  straining  after  effect 
or  adventitious  ornament.  We  find  it  entered  in  the  Stationers' 
Registers  under  the  date  of  "21"'°  Augusti,  1612,"  to  Edward 
March  ant,  for  his  copy  under  "  A  ballad  called  Wonderful  strange 
newes  out  of  Germanye  of  a  Jeive  that  hathe  lyued  wandring  ener  since 
our  Saviour  CHUIST"  Again  (to  John  Marriott  and  John  Grisman 
alias  Grismond)  "on  9°  Octobris,  1620." 

It  is  probable  that  we  have  an  almost  uncorrupted  text,  although 
none  of  the  few  broadsides  still  extant  are  of  the  1612  or  1620  issue. 

It  is  believed  that  the  earliest  known  reference  to  the  legend 
concerning  the  Wandering  Jew  was  found  in  the  book  of  the 
Chronicles  of  St.  Alban's  Abbey,  transcribed  and  continued  by 
Matthew  Paris;  since,  for  the  year  1228,  he  mentions,  "a  certain 
Ai<  hbishop  of  Armenia  major  came  on  a  pilgrimage  to  England  to 
see  the  relics  of  the  saints,  and  to  visit  the  sacred  places  of  the 
kingdom,  as  he  had  done  in  others  ;  he  also  produced  letters  of 
recommendation  from  his  Holiness  the  Pope,"  etc.  At  length  it 
transpires  that  the  Jew  "Joseph,  a  man  of  whom  there  was  much  talk 
in  the  world,  who,  when  our  Lord  suffered,  was  present  and  spoke 
to  Him,  and  who  is  still  alive,  in  evidence  of  the  Christian  faith," 
had  eaten  at  the  Archbishop's  table  in  Armenia,  and  been  conversed 
with.     When  asked  what  had  passed,  this  Joseph  had  replied: — 

"  At  the  time  of  the  sufferings  of  Jesus  Christ,  lie  was  seized  by  the  Jews,  and 
led  into  the  Hall  of  Judgement  before  Pilate  the  Governor,  that  He  might  be 
ed  by  him  on  the  accusation  of  the  Jews;  and  Pilate,  finding  no  cause  for 
adjudging  Him  to  death,  said  to  them,  '  Take  Him  and  jud^e  Him  according  to 
your  law;'  the  shouts  oi  the  Jews,  however,  increasing,  he,  at  their  request, 
released  unto  them  Barabbaa,  and  delivered  Jesus  to  th<  m  to  be  crucified.    When, 


& 


The  Legend  of  the  Wandering  Jew.  689 

therefore,  the  Jews  were  dragging  Jesus  forth,  and  had  reached  the  door,  Carla- 
philus,  a  porter  of  the  hall,  in  Pilate's  service,  as  Jesus  was  going  out  of  the  door, 
impiously  struck  Him  on  the  back  with  his  hand,  and  said  in  mockery,  '  Go 
quicker,  Jesus,  go  quicker ;  why  do  you  loiter  P  '  and  Jesus,  looking  back  on  him 
with  a  severe  countenance,  said  to  him,  '  /  am  going,  and  you  will  wait  till  I 
return.'  And  according  as  our  Lord  said,  this  Cartaphilus  is  still  awaiting  His 
return.  At  the  time  of  our  Lord's  suffering  he  was  thirty  years  old,  and  when 
he  attains  the  age  of  a  hundred  years,  he  always  returns  to  the  same  age  as  he 
was  when  our  Lord  suffered.  After  Christ's  death,  when  the  Catholic  faith 
gained  ground,  this  Cartaphilus  was  baptised  by  Ananias  (who  also  baptised  the 
Apostle  Paul),  and  was  called  Joseph.  He  often  dwells  in  both  divisions  of 
Armenia,  and  other  Eastern  countries,  passing  his  time  amidst  the  bishops  and 
other  prelates  of  the  Church ;  he  is  a  man  of  holy  conversation,  and  religious ; 
of  few  words,  and  circumspect  in  his  behaviour ;  for  he  does  not  speak  at  all 
unless  when  questioned  by  the  bishops  and  religious  men  ;  and  then  he  tells  of 
the  events  of  old  times,  and  of  the  events  which  occurred  at  the  suffering  and 
resurrection  of  our  Lord,  and  of  the  witnesses  of  the  resurrection,  namely,  those 
who  rose  with  Christ  and  went  into  the  holy  city,  and  appeared  unto  men.  He 
also  tells  of  the  creed  of  the  Apostles,  and  of  their  separation  and  preaching. 
And  all  this  he  relates  without  smiling  or  levity  of  conversation,  as  one  who  is 
well  practised  in  sorrow  and  the  fear  of  God,  always  looking  forward  with  fear 
to  tbe  coming  of  Jesus  Christ,  lest  at  the  Last  Judgement  he  should  find  Him  in 
anger  whom,  when  on  His  way  to  death,  he  had  provoked  to  just  vengeance. 
Numbers  come  to  him  from  different  parts  of  the  world,  enjoying  his  society  and 
conversation ;  and  to  them,  if  they  are  men  of  authority,  he  explains  all  doubts 
on  the  matters  on  which  he  is  questioned.  He  refuses  all  gifts  that  are  offered 
to  him,  being  content  with  slight  food  and  clothing.  He  places  his  hope  of 
salvation  on  the  fact  that  he  sinned  through  ignorance,  for  the  Lord  when 
suffering  prayed  for  His  enemies  in  these  words,  '  Father,  forgive  them,  for  they 
know  not  what  they  do  ! '" 

Such,  in  its  simplicity  and  solemn  strength,  is  the  legend  of  the 
Wandering  Jew.  Seeing  that  we  have  to  do  with  the  ballad  solely, 
and  are  not  writing  any  disquisition  on  the  myth,  or  a  sermon 
on  the  doctrine,  or  a  bibliography  of  its  literature,  we  leave  students 
to  follow  up  the  subject  in  the  able  and  interesting  volume  by  the 
Rev.  Sabine  Baring-Gould,  entitled  Curious  Myths  of  the  Middle 
Ages,  1869,  second  edition:  a  work  full  of  suggestive  scholarship, 
worthy  of  him  who  more  recently  wrote  the  masterly  novel, 
"  Mehalah,"  and  in  a  different  style  the  grotesque  "  Court  Royal." 
He  traces  many  of  the  later  accounts  of  the  Wandering  Jew;  Philip 
Mouskes,  afterwards  Bishop  of  Tournay,  his  rhymed  chronicle,  1242, 
his  narrative  drawn  from  the  same  Armenian  prelate  ;  the  Bohemian 
story  of  1505  ;  the  Arab  capture  of  Elvan,  with  Fadhilah's  inter- 
view with  the  Jew  ;  the  relation  of  Dr.  Paul  von  Eitzen  (1522- 
1598),  Bishop  of  Schleswig,  how  in  1547  he  had  seen  the  Jew  at 
Hamburg,  "  a  tall  man  with  his  hair  hanging  over  his  shoulders, 
standing  barefoot  during  the  sermon,  over  against  the  pulpit,"  and 
how  the  man  told,  modestly,  that  he  was  a  Jew  by  birth,  a  native 
of  Jerusalem,  by  name  Ahasverus,  by  trade  a  shoemaker,  who  had 
been  present  at  the  crucifixion  of  Christ,  and  had  lived  ever  since, 
travelling  through  various  lands  and  cities,  etc.,  with  exact  details. 
Then  follows  the  account  given  of  the  secretary  Christopher  Krause 

VOL.    VI.  2    Y 


690  TJie  Legend  of  the  Wandering  Jew. 

and  Master  Jacob  von  Holstein  in  1  r> 7  "> ,  legates  to  the  Court  of 
Spain;  of  a  letter  in  December,  1599,  from  Brunswick  to  Stras- 
burg;  of  Ahasverus  being  at  Lubeck  in  1601  or  IG03;  at  Paris  in 
lf>04  (apud  Rudolph  Botoreus),  and  in  1721,  22n3  of  July,  at 
Munich.  Among  the  book-lists  are  noticeable,  Griisse,  Die  Sage 
vomEwigm  Juden,  1844;  M  Guatave  Brunet's  Sur  les  Juifs-errants, 
18  15  ;  M.  Mangin's  Causeries  et  Meditations  historiques  et  liftiraires, 
1843;  the  late  esteemed  Paul  Lacroix  (' Le  Bibliophile  Jacob'), 
Curator  of  the  Imperial  Library  of  the  Arsenal,  Paris,  his  L6gen.de  du 
J  a  if  Errant,  1856,  and  bis  Curiositis  de  .V Histoire  des  Croyances 
populaires,  1859;  also  Moncure  Dauiel  Conway's  recent  volume, 
entitled,  The  Wandering  Jew,  1881.  Of  other  treasures,  the  many 
admiring  readers  of  Charles  G.  Leland  cannot  forget  his  rendering 
of  "  Ich  bin  der  alte  Ahasver!  "  beginning,  "  I  am  the  old  Ahasuer, 
I  wander  here,  I  wander  there  ;  my  rest  is  gone,  my  heart  is  sair, 
I  find  it  never,  never  mair."     (See  remainder  in  Appendix,  p.  779.) 

Of  this  justly-popular  Yolks  lied,  "Ahasver,"  the  complete  text 
is  given  on  our  p.  699. 

In  the  Premiere  Serie  (1843  edition)  of  Chants  et  Chansons 
Populaires  de  la  France,  published  at  Paris  by  Gamier  Frerea, 
Libraires-Editeurs  (iii.  82),  Le  Bibliophile  Jacob  had  declared  that: 

"  La  vieille  legende  du  Juif-  Errant  est  certainement  une  allegorie  de  la  destinee 
du  peuple  juif,  qui,  depuis  la  mort  de  Jesus-Christ,  se  trouve  disperse  parmi  les 
autri  s  peuples  et  promene  de  pays  en  pays  son  existence  vagabonde,  corame  pour 
accomplir  une  grande  expiation  ;  car  eux  qui  demanderent  que  Jesus  fu.t  crucifie, 
disaient :  •  Que  bod  sang  retombe  sur  nous  et  sur  nos  enfants  ! ' 

"Cette  legende,  dont  nous  ne  rencontrons  pas  de  traces  avant  le  treizieme 
siecle,  c'tait  bien  faite  pour  trapper  vivement  les  esprits  et  pour  s'y  graver  a  l'aide 
d'une  chant  populalre  ;  Vancien  chant  s'est  perdu,  et  la  complaiute,  qui  l'a  rem- 
place  et  qui  court  encore  dans  les  campagnes  de  France  etde  Belgique,  ne  remonte 
guere  qu'au  dix-septieme  siecle."  (.l///»>ir!is,  p.  778.)  The  Complainte  du  Juif 
Errant  is  in  twenty-four  stanzas,  beginning,  "  Est-il  rien  sur  la  terre  "  (on  p. 691). 

In  the  STATIONERS'  REGISTERS  we  read,  "11°  Augusti,  1634,  Thomas 
Lambert.  The  Wandering  Jewes  Chronicle  .  .  .  vjd.'J  The  time  (date  Oct.  1623), 
Our  Frina  is  welcome  out  of  Spain,  marks  the  abortive  Spanish. -marriage. 

Ol  a  later  date  than  our  present  Roxburghe  Ballad  of  the  Wandering  Jew, 
and  wholly  devoid  of  all  romantic  interest,  though  once  popular  among  the 
rabble  (as  proved  by  there  being  three  distinct  editions  exemplified  in  the  same 
Vol.  III.  oi  tin  Koxluirghe  Collection),  is  another  in  the  same  collection,  with  a 
curious  and  dull  list  of  English  Sovereigns,  viz.  the  never-recently  reprinted 
'•  Wandering  Jew's  Chronicle"  (see  our  p.  G9.5).  The  writer,  or  writers, 
(for  the  original  issue  went  not  beyond  Charles  I.  and  his  Queen  Henrietta  Maria, 
or  "  Mary  "]  took  no  pains  to  preserve  a  semblance  of  the  semi-Sacred  character. 
Had  it  been  Charles  Dibdin's  "  Last  Shilling"  or  Tom  Dibdin's  "  Oak  Table," 
the  catalogue  of  events  might  have  born  in'ven  with  far  more  vigour  and  brilliancy. 
Lead,  not  silver,  is  here,  and  it  cannot  ring  clearly;  nor  does  the  sound  echo 
from  such  elder-pith  as  it  would  havedone  from  heart  of  oak.   And  so  say  all  of  us. 

Goethe  in  1774  projected  and  began  an  epic  poem,  Der  Ewige  Jude.  There 
may  be  a  connection  or  identity  between  T.  Deloney's  "  Rcpetit,  0  England!" 
(mentioned  by  Thomas  Nash  in  1596:  see  our  p.  389)  and  our  p.  693,  '  The 
Wandering  Jew.'' 


One  of  the  Wandering  Jew's  many  Complaints.        691 
(Eomplamte  "bu  JIuttMirrant. 

Air  de  Chasse,  1774.     (See  p.  690.) 

EST-il  rien  sur  la  terre  qui  soit  plus  surprenant, 
Que  la  grande  niisere  du  pauvre  Juif-errant  ? 
Que  son  sort  nialheureux  parait  triste  et  facheux  ! 

Un  jour,  pres  de  la  ville  de  Bruxelles,  en  Brabant, 

Des  bourgeois  fort  dociles  l'accostereut  en  passant ;    rd'unefacon  civile 

Jamais  ils  n'avaient  vu  un  homme  si  barbu.  L    I'accostent. 

Son  habit,  tout  difforme  et  tres  mal  arrange, 
Leur  fit  croire  que  eet  homme  etait  fort  etranger, 
Portant,  comme  ouvrier,  devant  lui,  un  Tablier. 

On  lui  dit :  "  Bonjour,  maitre,  de  grace  accordez-nous 
La  satisfaction  d'etre  un  moment  avec  vous  : 
Me  nous  refusez  pas,  tardez  un  peu  vos  pas." 

'  Messieurs,  je  vous  proteste  que  j'ai  bien  du  malheur, 
Jamais  je  ne  m'arrete,  ni  ici,  ni  ailleurs : 
Par  beau  ou  mauvais  temps,  je  marche  iucessament." 

"  Entrez  dans  cette  auberge,  venerable  vieillard, 
D'un  pot  de  biere  fraiche  vous  prendrez  votre  part : 
INous  vous  regalerons  le  mieux  que  nous  pourrons." 

"  J'accepterais  de  boire  deux  coups  avecque  vous  ; 
Mais  je  ne  puis  m'asseoir ;  je  doisrester  debout : 
Je  suis,  en  verite,  confus  de  vos  bontes." 

'  De  savoir  votre  age  nous  serions  curieux,  [a.i.  connaitre. 

A  voir  votre  visage  vous  paraissez  fort  vieux  : 
Vous  avez  bien  cent  ans,  vous  montrez  bien  autant." 

'  La  vieillesse  me  gene  ;  j'ai  bien  dix-huit  cents  ans, 
Chose  sure  et  certaine,  je  passe  encore  douze  ans  : 
J'avais  douze  ans  passes  quand  Jesus-Christ  est  ne." 

"  N'etes  vous  point  cet  homme  de  qui  Ton  parle  taut, 
Que  Pecriture  nomine  Isaac,  Juif-Errant  ? 
De  grace,  dates-nous,  si  c'est  siirement  vous?" 

"  Isaac  laquedem  pour  nom  me  fut  donne ; 
Ne  a,  Jerusalem,  ville  bien  renommee  : 
Oui,  c'est  moi,  mes  enfants,  qui  suis  le  Juif-errant. 

"  Juste  ciel  !  que  ma  ronde  est  penible  pour  moi ! 
Je  fais  le  tour  du  monde  pour  la  cinquienie  fois : 
Chacun  meurt  a,  son  tour,  et  moi  je  vis  toujours. 

"  Je  traverse  les  mers,  ler  rivieres,  les  ruisseaux, 
Les  forets,  les  deserts,  les  montagnes,  les  coteaux, 
Les  plaines  et  les  vallons,  tous  chemins  me  sont  bona. 

"  J'ai  vu  dedans  V Europe,  ainsi  que  dans  V ' Asie, 
Des  batailles  et  des  chocs  qui  coutaient  bien  des  vies ; 
Je  les  ai  traverses  sans  y  etre  blesse. 

"  J'm  vu  dans  VAmerique,  c'est  une  verite, 
Ainsi  que  dans  V Afrique,  grande  mortalite  : 
La  mort  ne  me  peut  rien,  je  m'en  appercois  bien. 


692       The  Wandering  Jen;  and  his  other  Complaints. 

"  Jo  n'ai  point  de  ressource  en  maison  ni  en  l)ion  ; 
J'ai  cinq  sous  dans  ma  bourse,  voila  tout  mon  moyen  : 
En  tous  lit  u\,  en  fcous  temps,  j'en  ai  toujours  autant." 

"  Nous  pensions  comma  an  Bonge  le  recrl  de  vos  maux  ; 
Nous  traitions  de  mensonge  tous  vos  plus  grands  travaux  : 
Aujourd'hui  nous  voyons  que  nous  nous  meprenions. 

"  Vous  tii'  /  done  coupable  de  quelque  grand  pcehe, 
Pour  que  Dieu  tout  aimable  vous  eet  tant  amige? 
Dites-nous  ['occasion  de  cette  punition  !  " 

•'  C'est  ma  cruelle  audace  qui  causa  mon  malhcur  ; 
Si  awn  crime  s1  efface,  f  aurai  Hen  du  bonheur  ; 
J'ai  traiti  own  Sauveur  avee  trop  de  rigueur.. 

"  Sur  le  monf  du  Calvaire  Jesus  portait  sa  croix  : 
11  me  dit  debonnaire,  passant  devant  chez  moi, 
'  Veux-tu  bien,  mon  ami,  que  je  repose  ici?  ' 

••  Moi,  brutal  et  rebelle,  je  lui  dis  sans  raison  : 
'  Otes-toi,  criminel,  de  devant  ma  maison, 
Avance  et  marcbedonc,  car  tu  me  fais  affront.' 

"  Jesus,  la  bonte  meme,  me  dit  en  soupirant : 
'  Tu  marcherat  toi-memi  pendant  plus  de  mille  ana. 
Lc  dernier  Jugement  finira  ton  tourment.' 

"  De  chez-moi,  ;t  l'beure  meme  je  sortis  bien  chagrin, 
Avec  douleur  extreme,  je  me  mis  en  chemin. 

Des  to  jour- la  je  suis  en  niarcbe  jour  et  nuit. 

••  Messieurs,  le  temps  me  presse.     Adieu  la  Compagnic  ; 
(irfico  a  v  is  politesses,  je  vous  en  rcmercie, 
Jc  suis  trop  tourmente  quand  jo  suis  arrete." 

jFtnis. 

[As  it  was  to  be  long  afterwards  in  Samuel  Taylor  Coleridge's  '  Rime  of  the 
Ancient  Marinere,'  so  had  it  been  here  in  the  legend  and  poem  :  brutal  and 
inexcusable  cruelty  had  to  be  punished  by  long  probation  and  atonement,  for 
the  end  could  not  come  until  the  hitter  nature  revived.  The  wonderful  series 
of  designs  by  Gustave  Dore,  with  the  procession  of  the  Cross  recurring  in  each, 
shows  the  end  of  the  pilgrimage  when  the  World  reaches  the  Judgement-Day.] 

.  Another  "  Juif  Errant,  Oomplainte,"  of  date  1805,  to  the  air  of  a  Vaudeville 
Ihi  Juif- Errant ;  ou,  I'ite  en  route,  Anonymous,  produced,  successfully,  at 
L'Ambigu-Comique,  begins,  "  Voila  dix-huit  cents  ans  et  plus,"  with  a  refrain  of 

"  Marche  !  marche  !  paresseux,  marche  ! 
Marche  .'  marche  !  marche  toujours  /" 

Yet  another  was  written  by  Justin  Cabassol,  1836,  "  Plaintes  du  Juif-Errant," 
beginning,  "Depuis  dix-huit  cents  ans,  he'las !  "  to  the  tune  of  Beranger's  Le 
eur   eet   la-bas.     William    Wordsworth   in   1X00   wrote  a   "Song  for  the 
Wandering  Jew,"  beginning  "  Though  the  torrents  from  their  fountains  roar 
down  many  a  craggj  steep."     Here  is  the  seventh  and  final  stanza:  — 
"  Day  and  night  my  toils  redouble, 
Never  n<  an  r  to  the  goal ; 
Night  and  day,  1  6  el  the  trouble 
<  n  the  Wanderer  in  my  soul." 


693 


[Eoxburghe  Collection,  III.   718  ;  Bagford,  II.  8  ;  Ouvry,  II.  39  ;  Pepys,  I. 

524  ;  Wood,  401,  123.] 

€i)e  Wianbtvins  3m ; 

©r, 
%f)t  §>f)Oormaftcr  of  Jerusalem.    ©Hfio  lil)to  toj)cn  our 
ILoro  ano  £>auiour  Jesus  Christ  teas  Cruciftco,  anD 
b]i  Dim  [teas]  appointed  to  ILita  till  f)i$  Coming  again* 

[Tune  of,  The  Lady's  Fall,  etc.     See  pp.  650,  764.] 

WHen  as  in  fair  Jerusalem  our  Saviour  Christ  did  live, 
And  for  the  Sins  of  all  the  World  his  own  dear  Life  did  give  ; 
The  wicked  Jews,  with  scoffs  and  scorns,  did  daily  him  molest, 
That  never,  till  he  left  this  life,  our  Saviour  could  have  rest. 
Repent  therefore,  0  England  !  Repent  while  you  have  space  ; 
And  do  not  {like  the  toicked  Jews)  despise  God's  proffered  Grace. 

When  they  had  crown'd  his  head  with  thorns,  and  scourg'd  him  with 

disgrace ; 
In  scornful  sort  they  led  him  forth  unto  his  dying  place ; 
Where  thousand  thousands  in  the  street  did  all  him  pass  along; 
Yet  not  one  gentle  heart  was  there  that  pity'd  this  his  Wrong. 

Repent  [therefore,  0  England,  repent  whilst  you  have  space'],  etc. 

Both  old  and  young  reviled  him,  as  thro'  the  streets  he  went ; 
And  nothing  found  but  churlish  taunts,  by  every  one's  consent. 
His  own  dear  Cross  he  bore  him  self  (a  burden  far  too  great !) 
Which  made  him  in  the  street  to  faint,  with  blood  and  water-sweat. 

Being  weary,  thus,  he  sought  for  rest,  to  ease  his  burthen'd  Soul, 
Upon  a  stone;  the  which  a  Wretch  did  churlishly  contioul. 
And  said,  "Away,  thou  King  of  Jeics,  thou  shalt  not  rest  thee  here ; 
Pass  on  ;  thy  Execution-place,  thou  seest,  now  draweth  near."  24 

And  thereupon  he  thrust  him  thence,  at  which  our  Saviour  said, 
"  I  sure  will  rest,  but  thou  shalt  Walk,  and  have  no  journey  stayed." 
With  that  this  cursed  Shoomaker,  for  offering  Christ  this  wrong, 
Left  wife  and  children,  house  and  all,  and  went  from  thence  along. 

Where  after  he  had  seen  the  Blood  of  Jesus  Christ  thus  shed, 
And  to  the  Cross  his  Body  nail'd,  away  with  speed  he  fled, 
Without  returning  back  again  unto  his  dwelling-place ; 
And  wandereth  up  and  down  the  world,  a  Runagate  most  base.  [Rene- 

°  gade. 

No  resting  could  he  find  at  all,  no  ease,  or  heart's  content  ; 
No  house,  nor  home,  nor  dwelling-place,  but  wandering  forth  he  went. 
Erom  town  to  town,  in  foreign  lands,  with  grieved  Conscience  still, 
Repenting  for  the  hanious  Guilt  of  his  fore-passed  111.  42 


694  The  Wandering  Jew. 

Thus,  after  some  few  Ages  past,  in  wandering  up  and  down, 
He  once  again  desired  to  sec  Jerusalem's  fair  town. 
But  finding  it  all  quite  destroyed,  he  wander' d  thence  with  woe  ;' 
Our  Saviour's  words  which  he  had  spoke  to  verify  and  show  : 

'  ril  rest,''  said  he,  '  but  thou  shalt  walk  !  '  so  doth  this  Wandering  Jew 
From  place  to  place,  but  cannot  stay  for  seeing  countries  new, 
Declaring  still  the  Power  of  Him,  where'er  he  comes  or  goes; 
And  of  all  things  done  in  the  East,  since  Christ  his  death,  he  shows. 

The  World  he  still  doth  compass  round,  and  see  those  nations  strange, 
That,  hearing  of  the  Name  of  Christ,  their  Idol  Gods  do  change. 
To  whom  he  hath  told  wonderous  things,  of  times  fore-past  and  gone  ; 
And  to  the  Princes  of  the  World  declar'd  his  cause  of  moan.         60 

Desiring  still  to  be  be  dissolv'd,  and  yield  his  mortal  breath  ; 
But  as  the  Lord  had  thus  decreed,  he  shall  not  yet  see  Death. 
For  neither  looks  he  Old  [n]or  Young,  but  as  he  did  those  times 
When  Christ  did  suffer  on  the  Cross,  for  mortal  sinners'  crimes. 

He  passed  many  foreign  lands,  Arabia,  Egypt,  Africa, 
Grecia,  Syria,  and  Great  Thrace,  and  through  all  Ifungaria, 
Where  Paul  and  Peter  preached  Christ,  those  blest  Apostles  dear, 
"Where  he  hath  told  our  Saviour's  words,  in  countries  fur  and  near. 

And  lately  in  Bohemia,  with  many  a  German  Town ; 
And  now  in  Flanders,  as  'tis  thought,  he  wandereth  up  and  down. 
Where  learned  Men  with  him  confer,  of  those  his  lingering  days, 
And  wonder  much  to  hear  him  tell  his  journeys  and  his  ways.     78 

If  people  give  this  Jew  an  alms,  the  most  that  he  will  take 
Is  not  above  a  groat  a  time;  which  he  for  Jesus'  sake 
Doth  kindly  give  unto  the  poor,  and  therefore  makes  no  spare, 
Affirming  still  that  Jesus  Christ  of  him  hath  daily  care. 

He  was  not  seen  to  laugh  or  smile,  but  weep  and  make  great  moan, 
Lamenting  still  his  miseries,  and  days  fore  spent  and  gone. 
If  he  hears  any  one  Blaspheme,  or  take  God's  name  in  vain ; 
He  tells  them  that  they  crucify  Our  Saviour  Christ  again.  90 

"If  thou  had'st  seen  grim  Death?''  said  he,  "as  these  mine  eyes  have  done, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  times,  would  ye  his  Torments  think  upon; 
And  suffer  for  His  sake  all  pains,  all  torments,  and  all  woes." 
These  are  his  words,  and  this  his  Life,  where'er  he  comes  and  goes. 

[Doubtful,  if  originally  by  Thomas  Deloney.     Cf.  p.  389.] 

Printed  and  Sold  at  the  Printing-Office  in  Bow-  Church-  Yard,  London. 

[There  is  an  older  edition,  white-letter,  of  this  ballad  in  the  Bagford  Collection, 
Vol.  II.  8,  "printed  by  and  for  //'.  0\nley],  and  sold  by  the  Booksellers  of 
Tye-corncr  and  London-bridge.  Licens'd  and  Enter'd  according  to  Order." 
It  has  (see  next  vol.)  a  German  woodcut  of  the  Wandering  Jew.  We  collate  the 
Bagford  text.     Date  of  the  original  issue,  21  August,  1612  ;  or  9  Oct.,  1620.] 


695 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  47,  732,733;  Pepys,  I.  482;  Wood's,  401,  fol. 

121  ;  Douce,  II.  240.] 

Ci)e  JKHanDertng  3Jeto's  Chronicle ; 

©r, 

The  old  Historian,  his  brief  declaration, 
Made  in  a  mad  fashion,  of  each  Coronation, 
That  pass'd  in  this  Nation,  since  William's  Invasion, 
For  no  great  occasion,  but  meer  Eecreation, 
To  put  off  Vexation. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Our  Prince  is  welcome  out  of  Spain. 

(Woodcut  portraits  of  the  Kings,  from  William  I.  to  Charles  I.  and  Queen.) 

WHen  William  Duke  of  Normandy  with  all  his  Normans  gallantly 
This  Kingdom  did  subdue  ; 
Pull  fifteen  years  of  age  I  was,  and  whut  e're  since  hath  come  to  pass, 
I  can  repeat  for  true. 

I  can  remember  since  he  went  from  London  for  to  conquer  Kent, 

Where,  with  a  walking  Wood, 
The  men  of  Kent  compassed  him,  and- he  for  aye  confirni'd  to  them 

King  Edward' 's  Laws  for  good.  8 

Likewise  I  William  liufus  knew,  and  saw  the  Arrow  that  him  slew, 

Hard  by  a  Forrest  side : 
I  well  could  tell  [you]  if  I  list,  or  better  tell  you  if  I  wist, 

Who  next  to  him  did  ride.  [sir  Walter  Tyrrel  ? 

First  Henry  I,  and  Stephen  knew,  who  no  man  here  but  I  did  view, 

I  saw  them  Crown'd  and  dead ; 

I  can  remember  well  also  the  Second  Henrifs  Royal  show, 

That  day  that  he  was  wed.  rfl„™„ 

J  [flower, 

I  likewise  was  at  Woodstock  Bower,  and  saw  that  sweet  and  famous 
Queen  Elenor  so  did  spight ;  [Rosamond,  c/.  p.  073. 

I  found  the  clew  of  thread  again,  after  that  worthy  knight  was  slain, 
'Twas  green,  blew,  red  and  white.      tKnt-  =  Sir  Thomas. 

I  saw  King  Richard,  in  his  shirt,  pull  out  a  furious  Lyon's  heart, 

Whereby  his  strength  was  try'd ; 
I  saw  King  John,  when  as  the  Monk  gave  him  the  Poison  which  he 

And  then  forsooth  he  dy'd.  [drunk, 

I  mark'dtheBarons  when  they  sent  for  the  French  Doulphin, -withiutent 
To  put  Third  Henry  down  :  \i.e.  the  Dauphin. 

I  saw  the  Earl  of  Leicester  stout  (call'd  Simon  MurCfordi)  with  his  Tent 
Besiege  fair  London  Town.  ['Tent,'  qu.  rout? 


696  The  Wandering  Jew's  Chronicle. 

And  I  have  the  "First  Edward  seen,  whose  Legs  I  still  thought  to  have 
A  yard  and  more  in  length  :  [been 

With  him  I  into  Sea!  lit  ml  went,  and  hack  again  incontinent, 

Which  he  subdu'd  by  strength.  32 

I  knew  Carnarvon's  Minion  dear,  and  saw  the  fall  of  Mbrtimeer, 

With  all  the  Barons'  Wars. 
And  likely  was  to  have  been  sent,  at  Burton  Battel  upon  Trent, 

Where  1  receiv'd  these  scars. 

Third  J-M/eard  iun\  his  valiant  Son,  by  whom  great  feats  of  arms  were 
1  saw  ou  Cressy  Plain  ;  [done, 

Which  day,  when  bows  and  arrows  keen,  grew  scant,  with  mighty 
Were  many  French-men  slain.  [stones  I  ween, 

I  knew  Wat  Tyler  and  Jack  Strata,  and  I  the  Mayor  of  London  saw, 

In  Smithfield,  which  him  slew  : 
1  was  at  Pom/ret  Castle,  when  the  Second  Rithard  there  was  slain  ; 

Whose  death  e're  since  I  rue. 

I  saw  when  Henry  Bullinghrooh  the  crown  and  scepter  on  him  took, 

Which  he  became  full  well : 
I  saw  when  Henry  Hotspur — he,  and  many  Lords  at  Shrewsbury, 

Were  slain —in  Battel  fell.  "  48 

I  saw  the  brave  victorious  Prince  (whose  death  I  have  bewailed  e'er 
Henri/  the  Fifth  I  mean  :  [since) 

And  I  can  give  you  just  report,  how  many  French  at  Agincourt 
Were  in  one  Battel  slain. 

I  saw  the  "White  and  Red-Rose  fight,  and  Warwick  great  in  armour 
In  the  Sixth  Henry's  Reign :  [bright, 

And  present  was  that  very  hour,  when  Henry  was,  in  London  Tower, 
By  crook'd-back  Richard  slain. 

I  in  a  Gold-smith's  shop  have  seen  Fourth  Edicard's  famous  Concubine 
Whose  name  was  fair  Jane  Shore ;  [VOl.  i.  p.  483. 

I  saw  when  Richard's  cruelty  did  put  her  to  great  misery, 

And  I  was  griev'd  therefore.  60 

Also  I  was  at  Bosworth  field,  well  armed  there  with  spear  and  shield, 

.Meaning  to  try  my  force  : 
Where  Richard,  losing  Life  and  Crown,  was  naked  borne  to  Leicester 

Upon  a  colliar's  horse.  [Town, 

To  the  Seventh  Henry  then  I  was  a  servant,  as  it  came  to  pass, 

To  serve  him  at  his  need  : 
And  while  I  did  in  Court  remain,  I  saw  in  the  Eighth  Henry's  reign, 

Full  many  great  men  bleed. 


The  Wandering  Jew's  Chronicle.  697 

I,  as  a  Soulclier  bold,  with  him  o'er  Neptune's  curled  breast  did  swim, 

Unto  the  Realm  of  France : 
I  helpt  to  ransack  Bulloign  Town,  and  many  places  of  renown, 

Yet  home  I  came  by  chance.  72 

I  knew  Sixth  Edward  as  a  child,  whose  countenance  was  very  mild, 

A  hopeful  Prince  he  was. 
I  knew  Queen  Mary,  in  her  reign,  put  Protestants  to  mickle  pain, 

And  re-set  up  the  Mass. 

And  (to  my  comfort),  I  have  seen  Elizabeth,  that  Maiden-Queen, 

Queen  Mary's  only  sister  : 
Though  she  reign'd  four-and-forty  years,  her  subjects  show'd  well  by 

That  they  too  soon  had  miss't  her.  [their  tears 

I  saw  King  James  come  from  the  North,  like  to  a  Star  that  shineth  forth, 

To  glad  the  People's  sight : 
He  brought  a  salve  to  cure  our  wounds,  and  made  Great  Britain  safe 

Through  equity  and  right.  [and  sound, 

He  was  in  troth  a  Prince  of  peace,  and  made  all  former  jars  to  cease, 

'Twixt  English -men  and  Scots. 
The  English-men  sung  merry  Sonnets,  the  Scots  they  then  threw  up 

For  joy  at  their  good  lots.  [their  Bonnets, 

In  Scotland  born,  in  England  nurst,  was  Pious  Princely  Charles  the 
Who  had  to  wife  Queen  Mary  ;  [First, 

But  by  the  rage  of  Rebels'  hate,  Murthered  and  Martyr'd  at  his  Gate, 
This  good  King  did  miscarry. 

King  Charles  the  Second,  that  had  spent  many  longyears  in  Banishment, 

And  scap'd  with  life  so  nearly  : 
By  Miracle  and  means  unknown,  sits  in  the  brightness  of  his  Throne, 

"Where  he  doth  shine  most  clearly.  96 

Queen  Eathcrine  his  betrothed  Wife,  the  Lady  of  his  Love  and  Life, 

Is  likewise  now  come  hither  : 
And  may  their  bodies  both  encrease  in  Love  and  Children,  joy,  and 

Long  as  they  live  together.  [Peace, 

Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  F.  Wright  and  F.  Clarice. 

[Three  distinct  issues  are  represented  by  the  Koxburghe  exemplars,  the  1st  copy 
ending  as  above,  1662  (early  issue  was  11  August,  1634),  Black-letter  with 
a  double  row  of  portraits  of  the  Sovereigns,  beginning  with  William  the 
Conqueror,  ending  with  Charles  I.  and  his  Queen  "  Mary,"  no  space  left  for 
Charles  II.  The  2nd  has  no  cuts,  ends  with  George  II.,  and  was  printed  for 
J.  White,  Newcastle-on-Tyne.  The  3rd,  a  Bow  Church-yard  copy,  has  a 
different  double-row  of  Monarchs,  William  I.  to  George  II.  and  Queen  Caroline.] 

***  This  3rd,  Bow  Church-yard  Continuation  follows  on  next  page. 


The  Wandering  Jar'*  Chronicle. 


[Roxh.  Coll.,  III.  7:V2  33.     Cu\TlXUATl<>X,  instead  of  th  2bth  Stanza.] 

1  saw  his  Royal  Brother  James,  who  was  led  on  to  such  Extreams, 

Which  made  the  Nation  weep  ; 
I  saw  his  Coronation -day,  and  how  he  did  the  sceptre  sway, 

Which  long  he  could  nol  keep. 

Lord  Chancellor  1  saw  likewise,  when  he  did  rule  ami  tyrannize 

By  arbitrary  power  ;  I  i.e.  George  Jeffereys. 

And  I  was  in  the  Council-room,  when  Piters  lie  was  pleas'd  to  doom 
The  Bishops  to  the  Tower. 

I  present  was  thai  very  Morn,  when  the  Pretender  he  was  born, 

Being  the  Tenth  of  June, 
Iu  Sixteen  Hundred  Eighty-Eight,  but  this  day  prov'd  unfortunate, 

Jt  put  all  out  of  tune. 

I  saw  King  William  cross  the  Seas,  to  give  the  Land  and  Nation  ease, 

With  a  most  glorious  Fleet ; 
I  saw  him  cross  to  Ireland,  with  a  right  valiant  armed  Band, 

Making  his  foes  retreat. 

I  have  his  Royal  Consorl  seen,  Mary,  our  most  religious  Queen, 

In  all  our  Courtly  Train  ; 
I  saw  her  Royal  Funeral,  and  how  the  showers  of  tears  did  fall, 

While  Subjects  did  complain. 

I  saw  the  Duke  of  Gloucester's  birth,  the  glory,  triumph,  joy  and  mirth, 

That  was  on  this  great  Day  ; 
I  saw  his  Royal  .Mother's  tears,  when  in  the  blossom  of  bis  years 

Death  snatch'd  him  hence  away. 

I  saw  King  William,  when  he  dy'd,  who  was  the  Land  and  Nation's  Guide, 

A  scourge  to  France  and  Spain. 
I  saw  Queen  Ann  come  to  the  throne,  whose  royal  favours  she  made  known, 

During  her  glorious  Reign. 

I  saw  her  Commons,  Lords  and  Peers,  who  paid  a  tribute  of  sad  tears, 

Before  her  Royal  Tomb  ; 
I  saw  King  George  pass  thro'  the  Town,  all  to  possess  the  Royal  Crown, 

And  govern  in  her  room. 

I  saw  King  George  the  Second  come,  with  loud  Huzzas  to  Britain'' s  Throne, 

And  glorious  Caroline; 
Like  bright  Aurora,  sweet  and  gay,  that  chases  all  dim  clouds  away, 

The  joy  of  Woman-kind. 

I  saw  their  numerous  progeny,  the  pledges  of  Prosperity 

For  many  years  to  come  ; 
I  saw  the  King  and  Queen  when  crown'd,  with  men  and  angels  compass' d  round; 

Long  may  they  -ran  the  Throne  ! 

Printed  and  Sold  in  Bow  Church-yard. 

[Thus  ends  the  extended  version,  evidently  soon  after  the  Coronation  of  King 
George  II.  and  Queen  Caroline,  an  event  which  took  place  on  October  11,  1727  J 

%*  As  giving  a  much  later  complaint  of  the  Wanderer,  and  from  that  Vater- 
la»d  which  first  (according  to  the  Stationers'  Registers  of  1612)  sent  news  of 
him.  no  mortal  Editor  could  resist  inserting  tins  sublime  Appendixial  lied,  p.  699  : 
It  is  sung  to  the  melody  of  Wilhelm  llauti's  Volksweise  '  Treue  Liebe,'  of  1821. 


The  Wandering  Jew's  Chronicle. 


699 


SHjasucr. 

Mel. — '  Sleh'  ich  infinsVrer  Mitternacht.' 

Ich  bin  der  alte  Ahasver,  ich  wandre  hin,  ich  wandre  her ;  meine  Ruh'  is  bin, 
mein  Herz  ist  scbwer,  icb  find'  sie  niranier  und  nimmennebr. 

Es  briillt  der  Sturm,  es  rauscbt  das  Webr,  nicbt  sterben  kiJnnen,  o  Malheur ! 
mein  Haupt  ist  nivid',  mein  Herz  ist  leer,  ich  bin  der  alte  Ahasver. 

Es  brummt  der  Ochs,  es  tanzt  der  Bar,  ich  find'  sie  nimmer  und  nimmermehr  ; 
ich  bin  der  ewige  Hebra'r,  meine  Huh'  ist  hin,  ich  streck  s  Gewehr. 

Mich  hetzt  und  jagt,  ich  weisz  nicht  wer,  ich  wandre  hin,  ich  wandre  her,  zu 
schlafen  hab'  ich  sehr  Begebr,  ich  bin  der  alte  Ahasver. 

Ich  komme  wie  you  ohngefahr,  meine  Rub'  ist  hin,  mein  Herz  ist  scbwer,  ich 
fahre  fiber  Land  und  Meer,  ich  wandre  hin,  ich  wandre  her. 

Mein  alter  Magen  knurret  sehr,  ich  bin.der  alte  Ahasver,  ich  wandre  in  die 
Kreuz  und  Ciuer,  ich  find'  sie  nimmer  und  nimmermehr. 

Ich  lehne  an  die  Wand  den  Speer,  ich  habe  keine  Rube  mehr,  meine  Ruh'  ist 
hin,  mein  Herz  ist  schwer,  ich  schweife  nach  der  Pendellehr'. 

Schon  lang'  ist's  dasz  ich  iibel  hbY,  Kiiraco  ist  ein  fein  Likor,  einst  war  ich 
unterm  Militar,  ich  finde  keine  Rube  mehr. 

Was  hindert,  dasz  ich  aufbegehr',  meine  Ruh'  ist  hin,  mein  Herz  ist  schwer, 
ich  bin  der  alte  Ahasver,  jetzt  aber  weisz  ich  gar  nichts  mehr. 

iFtnis.  . 

[Perhaps  in  the  old  Johann-Fust  days  Ahasuerus  had  picked  up  part  of  his 
refrain  from  'Gretchen,  or  she  hers  from  him,  at  Leipzig.  This  is  a  curious 
question :  resolvable  when  we  know  what  name  the  son  of  Thetis  bore  [Pyrrha, 
says  John  Gay,  1733),  before  Deidameia  found  out  his  real  one.  Other  discoveries 
have  to  be  made :  the  sooner  they  are,  the  better,  since  the  sands  are  falling  swiftly.] 


[These  ' Doctor  Faustas'1  cuts  belong  to  p.  705.     The  Conjurer,  with  Witches 
or  Fairies,  and  the  warm  corner  awaiting  suggestively  below,  adorned  the 
Bagford  exemplar.     The  Bufi-coated  trooper  is  second  cut  in  first  Roxbirrghe. 
to  live  in  pleasure,"  line  24  of  p.  704  ;  Roxb.  '  in  peace.'] 


Bagford  reads 


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&\)c  TBallaU  of  Dr.  jFaustus. 

"  Win  n  Goethe's  death  was  told,  we  said — '  Sunk  then  is  Europe's  sagest  bead  : 
Physician  of  the  [ron  Age,  Goi  the  has  done  his  pilgrimage.' 
Hi  took  the  suffering  human  ran',  he  read  each  wound,  each  weakness  clear — 
.Ami  struck  his  finger  on  the  place,  and  said—  Thou  aili  it  here,  and  here. — 
He  look'd  on  Europe's  dying  hour  of  fitful  dream  and  feverish  power  ; 
J I  i  —  eye  plunged  down  the  weltering  strife,  the  turmoil  of  expiring  life; 
Jir  said     The  end  is  everywhere  :  ~trt  still  has  truth,  take  refuge  there. 
And  he  was  happy,  ii  to  know  causes  of  things,  and  far  below 
His  feel  to  see  the  lurid  How  oi  terror,  and  insane  distress, 
And  headlong  fate,  be  happiness." — Matthew  Arnold's  Manorial  Verses,  1850. 


'W 


HERE  has  grown  up  a  maze  of  literature  around  the  old  myth, 
fable,  or  It  gend  of  Johann  Faust  or  Fust,  suspected  of  diabolical 
arts  because  he  Mas  able  to  print  innumerable  copies  of  what  could 
not  have  been  executed  formerly  without  the  careful  handiwork  of 
illuminators  and  transcribers.  The  true  history  idlers  us  an  example 
of  the  sadly-recurring  mischance,  the  persecution  and  calumny 
attending  on  our  benefactors,  owing  to  the  ignorance  and  malignity 
of  those  who  were  served  in  a  generous  spirit  by  leaders,  "  of  whom 
the  world  is  not  worthy."  In  the  poetic  legend,  we  are  fascinated 
by  the  revelation  of  a  mere  perishable  mortal  attaining  superhuman 
powers  of  knowledge,  and  victory  over  the  limitations  of  time  and 
space :  one  who  is  admitted  to  view  Nature's  secret  processes  of 
creation  and  restorative  changes,  to  whom  the  spiritual  world  is  in 
a  great  measure  unbarred,  who  flits  through  space  and  descends 
into  the  recesses  of  the  earth  :  who  has  such  access  to  wealth  that 
he  can  afford  to  despise  whatever  is  purchaseable  by  money,  and 
whose  supremacy  in  occult  learning  renders  the  past  or  future  an 
open  book  for  his  study  ;  who  feels  no  sickness  or  age,  but  maintains 
unimpaired  youthful  vigour,  intellectual  supremacy,  and  the  enjoy- 
ment of  every  faculty  that  takes  tribute  of  pleasure  and  renown. 
All  the  dreams  of  philosophy,  benevolence  and  poetry  combine  to 
shed  some  rays  of  glory  on  such  an  ideal  embodiment ;  but,  as  of 
old,  there  is  always  heard  a  sad  undertone  of  misery,  that  surely 
conquers  the  first  triumphant  notes  of  joy.  The  dark  clouds 
gather  round  at  the  close,  and  he  who  has  for  a  brief  time  soared 
above  his  fellow-sufferers,  the  toiling,  the  sordid,  the  oppressed  and 
only  half-emancipated,  disappears  at  last,  with  wailing  and  reproach, 
no  longer  envied  but  decried,  scarcely  lamented,  only  shuddered 
over  by  the  pitying,  abhorred  by  the  bigotted  and  the  cruel. 

Elsewhere  must  readers  turn  for  records  of  the  legend  in  its  dawn, 
closely  associated  as  it  is  with  the  lirst  glory  of  the  printing-press. 
The  puppet-plays,  of  the  years  following  closely  what  we  perhaps 
mistakenly  call  the  Dark  or  Middle  Ages,  speedily  familiarized  the 
populace  with  the  story  of  a  compact  between  man  and  his  arch 
enemy,  whereby  for  great  extension  of  powers,  sensual,  political, 


Faustus,  treated  by  Marlowe  and  by  Goethe.  701 

social,  spiritual,  and  well-nigh,  universal,  the  Faustus  of  antiquity 
bartered  his  soul  and  hopes  of  salvation ;  soon  to  pay  the  forfeit, 
despairingly,  after  a  brief  and  phrensied  career  devoid  of  happiness, 
because  it  was  devoid  of  inward  peace  and  religious  trust.  There 
were  fantastic  tricks  and  marvels,  to  amuse  the  populace,  rude 
horse-play  and  sudden  transformations  or  transmigrations,  over- 
turnings  of  thrones,  mockery  of  tyrants,  profuse  indulgence  in  all 
luxurious  excesses  befitting  the  world,  the  flesh  and  the  devil,  in 
close  alliance  according  to  use  and  wont.  Always  came  the  remem- 
brance of  his  impending  doom,  to  intensify  yet  poisonously  embitter 
each  successive  enjoyment.  No  wonder  that  the  nobler  minds 
delighted  in  meditating  on  this  stupendous  theme,  while  the  common 
masses  were  content  to  be  amused  or  terrified.  Thus  our  own 
Marlowe,  moulder  of  the  "  mighty  line,"  threw  into  his  magnificent 
tragedy,  "Dr.  Faustus,"  of  1588-93,  so  much  of  the  loveliness, 
the  gloom,  the  horror  (if  not  also  the  buffoonery  and  the  scholastic 
pedantry),  which  his  soul  recognised  intensely,  and  flung  together, 
as  it  were  disdaining  the  auditory  to  whom  it  was  submitted.  So, 
nearly  two  centuries  later,  the  last  work  of  that  most  marvellous 
master-mind  that  our  times  have  known,  was  to  lend  completion  to 
the  "  Faust  "  on  which  he  had  laboured  intermittingly  more  than 
thirty  years  (1774-1808,  the  first  part;  August,  1831,  the  end); 
which  must  for  ever  be,  like  "Hamlet,"  an  embodiment  of  all  that 
is  highest,  saddest,  and  most  mysterious  in  human  nature. 

Byron's  Man/red,  Shelley's  Prometheus,  Bailey's  Festus,  and  the 
late  Dr.  Edward  Ivenealy's  Neio  Pantomime,  what  are  they  all  but 
reflected  lights,  caught  from  the  one  great  legend  :  man's  inordinate 
ambition,  his  soaring  above  mortality,  his  inevitable  defeat? 

To  our  Roxburghe  Ballad  of  "  The  Judgement  shewed  upon  one 
John  Faustus,  Doctor  in  Divinity,"  we  need  not  look  expectantly 
for  anything  sublime  or  rapturous  in  poetry.  We  believe  it  to 
have  been  issued  independently  of,  if  not  before  Marlowe's  tragedy, 

1  Goethe's  Faust,  the  first  Part,  was  produced  on  the  stage  of  the  Brunswick 
Ho/theater  ou  19  January,  1829,  at  the  desire  of  the  young  Duke  Karl;  the 
adaptation  being  made  by  August  Klingemann,  who  had  himself  written  and 
successfully  introduced  previously  a  dramatic  version  of  the  Faust  legend,  distinct 
from  Goethe's.  Later  iu  the  same  year,  on  27  August,  1829,  Goethe's  Faust  was 
brought  out  at  Dresden,  under  the  management  of  Ludwig  Tieck.  The  successful 
French  adaptation  in  modern  times,  translated  and  transferred  to  the  Princess's 
Theatre  twenty-five  years  ago,  1854,  during  the  management  of  Charles  Kean 
(impersonator  of  a  somewhat  low-comedy  Mephistopheles,  with  Carlotta  Leclerc 
as  Gretcheu,  and  the  loveliest  reproduction  of  Van  Miicke's  "  Translation  of 
St.  Catharine"  in  the  final  scene),  virtually  prepared  the  way  for  the  truly 
marvellous  and  effective  "  Faust"  at  the  Lyceum,  with  the  enchantment  of  scenic 
effects  and  dramatic  completeness,  including  Henry  Irving's  unequalled  triumph  as 
Mephistopheles,  such  as  can  never  be  forgotten  by  any  spectator.  It  transcends 
all  possible  praise.  Yet  there  are  idiots  who  rave  against  the  Stage,  and  swell 
with  envious  venom  against  the  dramatic  professiou.    They  also  dislike  Ballads  ! 


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Early  Books  and  Ballads  on  Doctor  Faustus. 


(The  foundation  was  l'.l-'.'s  translation  of  the  Frankfort  prose 
Faustus,  1587.)  It  attained  enormous  popularity  among  the  common 
people.  The  number  of  extanl  early-copies  is  one  sure  token, 
solitary  relics  of  distinct  editions,  frequently  re-issued,  and,  pasted 
on  walls  of  workshops,  untimely  destroyed. 

Iu  Stationers'  Company  Registers,  13ook  B,  f.  2\\vo.,  f.  1G8i-o., 

Nono  die  Maij  [1580], 
Henry  Carre.     A  baltat  of  the  iudgement  of  GOB    ....        iiijrf. 

Ultimo  die  Februarij  |  L58f], 
Bic.  [ones.     Allowed  vnto  him  for  his  Copie,  A  ballad  of  the  life  and  deaths 

of  Doctor  FAUSTUS  the  yrcat  Cioaxjt  it  r vjrf. 

This  is  sixteen  years  antecedent  to  the  earliest  known  print  of 
Christopher  Marlowe's  tragedy  of  'Plate  of  Doctor  Faustus,'  which 
is  entered  in  the  Stationers'  Registers  on  January  7,  1601  ;  but  was 
probably  acted  in  1589.  Marlowe  died  June  1,  1593.  To  Henry 
Carre  on  xv.  Aprilis,  1590,  was  entered  "  A  ballad  wherein  tiooo 
lovers  exclayme  against  fortune  for  the  losse  of  their  ladyes,  with  the 
ladies  comfortable  answered  This  may  be  "  Fortune,  my  Foe,'"  to 
which  tune  our  Br.  Faustus  was  appointed  to  be  sung  :  a  tune  again 
named  on  15  July.  1592,  in  the  Registers.  Cuthbert  Burbye  was 
publishing  The  second  Reporte  of  Boctour  JOHN  FAUSTUS  with 
the  ende  of  WAGNER'S  life  on  xvi  November,  1593.  The 
"Doctor  Faustus"  ballad  was  transferred,  with  127  others,  on 
14  Dec.,  1624,  to  six  publishers,  Tho.  Pavier,  three  Wrights  (John, 
Cuthbert,  and  Edward),  John  Grismond  and  Henry  Gosson. 


703 


[Roxburghe  Coll.,  II.  235  ;  III.  280  ;  Euiug,  145  ;  Bagford,  II.  55  ;  Pepvs.  II. 
142  ;  Douce,  III.  47  ;  Wood,  401,  53  ;  Jersey,  II.  205  ;  C.  22.  e.  2,  132.] 

i&bt  Judgment  of  (Boo  gljetocO  upon  one 

3foi)n  jfaustus,  SDoctor  in  SDftnmtp* 

Tune  of,  Fortune  my  Foe.     [See  Note  on  p.  706.] 


[Tbis  woodcut  is  from  a  copper-plate  iu  tbe  1 598  Dr.  Faust  us,  ill  copied  in  lloxb. 
Coll.,  III.  280.     Other  cuts  are  on  pp.  699  and  702  (Cf.  p.  705).] 

A  LI  Christian  men,  give  ear  a  while  to  me, 
How  I  am  plung'd  in  pain  but  cannot  die ; 
I  liv'd  a  life  the  like  did  none  before, 
Forsaking  Christ,  and  I  am  damn'd  therefore. 

At  Wittenburge,  a  town  in  Germany,      [Bomatffiofe,  Weimar. 
There  was  I  born  and  bred  of  good  degree, 
Of  honest  Stock,  which  afterwards  I  shamed, 
Accurst  therefore,  for  Faustus  was  I  named. 

In  learning,  loe  !  my  Uncle  brought  up  me,   [°f-  P<F-'S  Faustus. 

And  made  me  Doctor  iu  Divinity : 

And  when  he  dy'd,  he  left  me  all  his  wealth, 

"Whose  cursed  gold  did  hinder  my  soul's  health.  12 


701       The  Judgement  of  God  shown  upon  Dr.  Faustus. 

Then  did  T  shun  the  Holy  Bible  book, 
Nor  "ii  Grod's  word  would  ever  alter  look, 
Hut  studied  accursed  Conjuration, 

Which  was  the  cause  of  my  utter  Damnation. 

The  Devil  in  Fryar's  weeds  appeared  to  me, 
And  streight  to  my  Request  he  did  agree, 
That  1  might  have  all  things  at  my  desire, 
I  gave  him  soul  and  body  for  his  hire. 

Twice  did  T  make  my  tender  flesh  to  bleed, 

Twice  with  my  blood  I  wrote  the  Devil's  deed, 

Twice  wretchedly  I  soul  and  body  sold, 

To  live  in  [pleasure],  and  do  what  things' I  would.  24 

For  four-and-twenty  years  this  bond  was  made, 
And  at  the  length  my  soul  was  truly  paid  ; 
Time  ran  away,  and  yet  I  never  thought 
How  clear  my  soul  our  Saviour  Christ  had  bought. 

Would  I  had  first  been  made  a  Beast  by  kind, 
Then  bad  rot  I  so  vainly  set  my  mind  ; 
Or  would,  when  reason  first  began  to  bloom, 
Some  darksome  Den  had  been  my  deadly  tomb. 

Woe  to  the  day  of  my  nativity, 

Woe  to  the  time  that  once  did  foster  me, 

And  woe  unto  the  hand  that  sealed  the  Bill, 

Woe  to  myself,  the  cause  of  all  my  ill!  36 

riHIe  time  I  past  away  with  much  delight, 
]_      'Mongst  princes,  peers,  and  many  a  worthy  knight; 
1  wrought  such  wonders  by  my  Magick  Skill, 
That  all  the  world  may  talk  of  Faustus  still. 

The  Devil  he  carried  me  up  into  the  Sky, 
Where  1  did  see  how  all  the  world  did  lie; 
I  went  about  the  world  in  eight  daies'  space, 
And  then  return'd  unto  my  native  place. 

What  pleasure  I  did  wish  to  please  my  mind, 

He  did  perform  as  bond  and  seal  did  bind, 

The  secrets  of  the  Stars  and  Planets  told, 

Of  earth  and  sea,  with  wonders  manifold.  48 

When  fov/r-anA-twenty  yea/r&  was  almost  run, 
I  thought  of  all  things  that  was  past  and  done  ; 
Eow  that  the  Devil  would  soon  claim  his  right, 
And  carry  me  to  Everlasting  Night. 


GocVs  Judgement  shown  upon  Dr.  Faustus.  705 

Then  all  too  late  I  curst  my  wicked  Deed, 
The  dread  whereof  doth  make  my  heart  to  bleed, 
All  daies  and  hours  I  mourned  wondrous  sore, 
Repenting  me  of  all  things  done  before. 

I  then  did  wish  both  Sun  and  Moon  to  stay, 

All  times  and  seasons,  never  to  decay ; 

Then  had  my  time  nere  come  to  dated  end, 

Nor  soul  and  body  down  to  Hell  descend.  60 

At  last,  when  I  had  but  one  hour  to  come, 
I  turn'd  my  glass  for  my  last  hour  to  run, 
And  call'd  in  learned  men  to  comfort  me, 
But  Faith  was  gone,  and  none  could  comfort  me. 

By  twelve  a  clock  my  glass  was  almost  out, 
My  grieved  Conscience  then  began  to  doubt ; 
I  wisht  the  Students  stay  in  chamber  by, 
But  as  they  staid  they  heard  a  dreadful  cry. 

Then  presently  they  came  into  the  Hall, 

Whereas  my  brains  was  cast  against  the  Avail, 

Both  arms  and  legs  in  pieces  torn  they  see, 

My  bowels  gone :  this  was  an  end  of  me!  72 

You  Conjurors  and  damned  Witches  all, 
Example  take  by  my  unhappy  fall : 
Give  not  your  souls  and  bodies  unto  hell, 
See  that  the  smallest  hair  you  do  not  sell. 

But  hope  that  Christ  his  Kingdom  you  may  gain, 

Where  you  shall  never  fear  such  mortal  pain  : 

Forsake  the  Devil  and  all  his  crafty  ways, 

Embrace  true  faith  that  never  more  decays.  80 

Printed  by  &  for  A.  Melbourne]  &  sold  by  the  Booksellers  of  London. 

[In  Black-letter.  Three  -woodcuts:  1st,  a  rude  early  block,  much  worm-eaten,  of 
a  horned  and  tailed  Devil  appearing  to  Faustus  in  his  study ;  2nd,  a  single 
buff-coated  figure  ;  3rd,  the  same  as  in  iii.  107.  But  Roxb.  Coll.,  III.  280,  is 
in  bold  white-letter,  n.p.n.,  with  a  single  woodcut,  a  modern  copy  of  the  fine 
copper-plate  frontispiece  of  the  1598  4to.  of  Dr.  Faustus,  (p.  703),  a  reprint 
from  the  broadside  of  1628.  Pepys  copy  p.  for  W.  Thackeray  and  T.  Passinger, 
circd  1670.  The  Bagford  II.  55  exemplar,  in  B. -letter,  has  our  first-named 
cut  and  an  additional  small  one,  curious,  of  a  Conjurationist  standing  in  a  circle 
(but  looking  like  a  boy  trundling  a  hoop,  as  the  circle  is  continued  in  front  of 
him  ;  see  p.  702) :  London,  printed  by  W.  0\_nley],  and  sold  by  the  Booksellers.] 


vol.  vi.  2,  z 


"06 


[Roxburgbe  Collection,  II.  531.     Apparently  Unique.] 

aBttcljcrafttitscotjereDanDpumsljeD. 

©r, 

Cfic  Crpate  ano  Condemnation  of  rjjra  i£  otoiions 
CCitclics,  tnljo  torn  Cipro  tnc  last  asgijes,  liolocn  at 
the  Casstlr  of  Exeter,  in  t!jc  Cotmrp  of  Devon  :  togere 
tljrp  vccnucD  Sentence  foe  Dratli,  foe  urtoitcJjing  tfcucral 
persons,  ocwoping  S>l)ip0  at  &>ca,  and  Cattcl  up 
llano,  etc* 

To  the  Tune  of,  Doctor  Fauslus  ;  or,  Fortune  my  Foe.     [See  Note  below.] 


"VTOw  listen  to  my  song,  good  people  all, 

\\      And  I  shall  tell  you  what  lately  did  befall 

At  Exeter,  a  place  in  Devonshire, 

The  like  whereof  of  late  you  ne're  did  hear. 


*~* 


Since  it  is  appointed  to  be  sung  to  the  same  tune  of  Dr.  Faustus,  or 
Fir  turn  my  Foe  (for  which  tune  see  Popular  Music,  p.  1G2  ;  the  words  were 
ghen  complete  in  our  liagford  Ballads,  1878,  p.  961),  we  here  add  the  curious 
and  probably  unique  ballad  on  the  condemnation  at  Exeter  in  1682  of  three 
poor  old  women  as  witches.  "We  would  gladly  exchange  this  Exeter  witchcraft 
ballal  for  one  (apparently  lost)  entered  on  22  August,  1634,  to  Thomas  Lambert, 
entitled  'The  Witches  Dance.'     Visions  of  it  arise,  the  Walpurgis-nacht  Spiel  ! 


I 


Witchcraft  Discovered  and  Punished.  707 

At  the  last  Assizes  held  at  Exeter 
Three  Aged  Women,  that  Imprisoned  were 
For  Witches,  and  that  many  had  destroy'd, 
Were  thither  brought  in  order  to  be  try'd, 

For  Witchcraft,  that  Old  Wicked  Sin, 

Which  they  for  long  time  had  continued  in  : 

And  joyn'd  with  Satan,  to  destroy  the  good, 

Hurt  Innocents,  and  shed  their  harmless  blood.  12 

But  now  it  most  apparent  does  appear, 
That  they  will  now  for  such  their  deeds  pay  dear ; 
For  Satan,  having  lull'd  their  Souls  asleep, 
Refuses  Company  with  them  to  keep. 

A  known  deceiver  he  long  time  has  been, 
To  help  poor  Mortals  into  dangerous  Sin  ; 
Thereby  to  cut  them  off,  that  so  they  may 
Be  plung'd  in  Hell,  and  there  be  made  his  Prey. 

So  these  Malicious  Women,  at  the  last, 

Having  done  mischiefs,  were  by  Justice  cast : 

For  it  appear'd  they  Children  had  destroy'd, 

Lamed  Cattel,  and  the  Aged  much  annoy 'd.  24 

Having  Familiars  alway  at  their  beck, 
Their  wicked  rage  on  Mortals  for  to  wreck : 
It  being  prov'd  they  used  wicked  Charms 
To  murther  men,  and  bring  about  sad  harms  ; 

And  that  they  had  about  their  bodies  strange 
And  proper  Tokens  of  their  wicked  change, 
As  pledges  that,  to  have  their  cruel  will, 
Their  Souls  they  gave  unto  the  Prince  of  Hell. 

The  Country  round  where  they  did  live  came  in, 

And  all  at  once  their  sad  complaints  begin : 

One  lost  a  Child,  the  other  lost  a  Kine, 

This  his  brave  Horses,  that  his  hopeful  Swine.  36 

One  had  his  Wife  bewitched,  the  other  his  Friend, 
Because  in  some  things  they  the  Witch  offend : 
For  which  they  labour  under  cruel  pain, 
In  vain  seek  remedy,  but  none  can  gain, 

But  roar  in  cruel  sort,  and  loudly  cry, 
"  Destroy  the  Witch,  and  end  our  misery  !  " 
Some  used  charms  by  Mbuntabanks  set  down, 
Those  cheating  Quacks,  that  swarm  in  every  Town. 


Ti|v->  Witchcraft  Discovered  and  Punished. 

Bui  all's   n  vain,  no  real  at  all  they  find, 

For  why     all  Witches  to  cruelty  are  enclin'd, 

And  do  delight  to  hear  sad  dying  groans, 

And  such  Laments  as  wou'd  pierce  Marble  Stones.  is 

But  now  the  Hand  of  Heaven  lias  found  them  out, 
And  they  to  Justice  must  pay  lives,  past  doubt : 
One  of  these  wicked  wretches  did  confess, 
She  four-score  years  of  age  was,  and  no  less  ; 

And  that  she  had  deserved  long  before 
To  be  sent  packing  to  the  Stigian  shore, 
For  the  great  mischiefs  she  so  oft  had  done, 
And  wondered  that  her  life  so  long  had  run. 

She  said  the  Devil  came  with  her  along, 

Through  crouds  of  people,  and  bid  her  be  strong, 

And  she  no  [hurt]  should  have :  but,  like  a  Lyer,         ["hand." 

At  the  Prison-Door  he  fled,  and  ne're  came  uigh  her.         60 

The  rest  aloud  crav'd  Mercy  for  their  Sins, 
Or  else  the  great  deceiver  her  Soul  gains  ; 
For  they  had  been  Lewd  Livers  many  a  day, 
And  therefore  did  desire  that  all  would  pray 

To  God,  to  Pardon  them,  while  thus  they  lie 
Condemned  for  their  Wicked  Deeds  to  Die  : 
Which  may  each  Christian  do,  that  they  may  find 
Rest  for  their  Souls,  though  Wicked  once  incliu'd. 

Jim's. 

[In   Black-letter.     Three  woodcuts.     1st  and  2nd  are  unimportant,  two  small 

fanciful  figures  in  fluttering  garments,  crowned  with  feathers.     The  third  is 

our  Robin  Goodfellow  satyr,  holding  candle  and  broom,  encircled  by  little  black 

fairies  and  night-birds  (1637),  p.  706.     No  p.n.     Date  of  ballad,  1682.] 

***  A  quarto  tract  is  extant,  entitled,  A  true  and  impartial  relation  of  the 

Informations  against  three  Witches,  who  icere  indicted,  arraigned,  and  convicted 

at  Exon.,  August  14, 1682,  with  tin  ir  st  vt  ral  Confessions.   This  refers  to  the  same 

events  and  persons  as  ourRoxburghe  Ballad,  and  thus  furnishes  the  date, usefully, 

since  the  colophon  is  lost  from  this  unique  broadside-ballad  (J.  Deacon's). 

Another  quarto  tract,  on  the  same  subject,  is  extant :  The  Tryal,  Condemna- 
tion, and  Execution  of  Three  Witches;  viz.  Temperance  Floyd  [properly  Lloyd] 
Mary  Floyd  [otherwise  Trembles],  and  Susanna  Edwards,  who  were  arraigned  at 
Exeter  on  the  \§th  of  August,  1682.  And  being  proved  guilty  of  Witchcraft  were 
condemned  to  be  hanged  which  was  accordingly  Executed  [on  25  August]  in  the 
of  many  Spectators,  etc.  Printed  for  J.  Deacon,  at  the  Sign  of  the  Rainbow, 
a  little  beyond  St.  Andrew' 's  Church,  in  JTolbom,  1682. 

One  Thomas  Eastchurch  lived  at  Bideford,  Devon,  with  his  undeceased  wife 
Elizabeth's  maiden  sister,  Grace  Thomas,  whose  nervous  attacks  were  attributed 
to  witchcraft.  Suspicion  fell  on  Temperance  Lloyd,  against  whom  informations 
were  sworn  at  a  Town-hall  inquisition  on  Sunday,  3rd  July.  After  arrest,  she 
incriminated  the  two  other  women.  She  had  been  in  similar  trouble  in  1670, 
about  Wm.  Herbert's  death,  but  was  acquitted.  The  new  evidence  was  hearsay, 
but  the  harassed  culprits  believed  themselves  guilty.  Lord  Keeper  North  wrote 
a  letter  about  it,  still  extant,  from  Exeter,  dated  19  August,  to  Sir  Leoline  Jenkins. 


709 


Eing  Lear  ann  bis  Cfjrcc  Daughters* 

"  My  grandsire,  Bludud  bight,  that  found  the  Bathes  by  skill,   {Bath,  c.  444 
A  tethered  king  that  practisde  for  to  flye  and  soare  ;  u  c- 

Whereby  he  felt  the  fall,  God  wot,  against  his  will,  . 
And  neuer  went,  rode,  raign'd,  nor  spake,  nor  flew  no  more. 
Who  dead,  his  sonne  my  father  Leire  therefore 

Was  chosen  King,  by  right  apparent  heyre, 

Which  after  built  the  towne  of  Leircestere.  [=  Leicester. 

"  He  had  three  daughters,  first  and  oldest  bight  Gonerell, 
Next  after  her,  my  sister  Ragan  was  begote  ; 

The  third  and  last  was  I,  the  yongest,  named  Cordell,  \a.l.  Cordila. 

And  of  vs  all  our  father  Leire  in  age  did  dote. 
So  minding  her  that  lou'd  him  best  to  note, 

Because  he  had  no  sonne  t'  enioye  his  lande, 

He  thought  to  giue,  where  fauour  most  he  fande.  [=  found. 

"  What  though  I  yongest  were,  yet  men  me  iudg'd  more  wise 
Then  either  Gonerell  or  Ragnn,  had  more  age ; 
And  fayrer  farre  :  wherefore  my  sisters  did  despise 
My  grace  and  gifts,  and  sought  my  praise  t'  swage. 
But  yet  though  vice  gainst  vertue  die  with  rage, 

It  cannot  keepe  her  vnderneath  to  drowne  ; 

For  still  she  flittes  aboue,  and  reapes  renowne. 

"  [My  father]  thought  to  wed  vs  vnto  nobles  three,  or  Peeres, 
And  vnto  them  and  theirs  diuide  and  part  the  lande : 
For  both  my  sisters  first  he  call'd  (as  first  their  yeares 
Bequir'd),  tbeir  minds  and  loue  and  fauour  t'  vnderstand. 
(Quoth  he)  '  All  doubts  of  dutie  to  aband, 

I  must  assaye  and  eke  your  frendships  proue  : 

Now  tell  me  eche  how  much  you  do  me  loue  ?'  " 

— A  Mir  our  for  Magistrates,  1574  (fol.  4S). 

T 

_L  O  no  reasonable  person  can  there  be  difficulty  in  arriving  at  tbe 
conclusion  that,  if  our  present  ballad  of  "  King  Leir  and  his  Three 
Daughters"  (of  a  elate  before  1620)  were  not  founded  on  Shake- 
speare's tragedy  of  "  King  Lear,"  certainly  the  tragedy  was  not  on 
the  ballad.  The  external  evidence  supports  this  view,  in  addition 
to  the  fact  that  there  was  already  a  drama  at  the  playhouse  when 
Shakespeare's  noble  modification  of  it,  amounting  to  a  new  creation, 
in  December,  1606  (acted  at  Whitehall  during  the  Christmas  holi- 
days, before  James  I.),  gave  us  the  completed  work;  two  editions 
of  which  were  printed  in  1608,  each  bearing  the  name  "M.  William 
Shake-speare  "  at  the  top  of  their  title-page.  There  being  plenty  of 
people  in  the  world  who  are  not  wise,  but  otherwise,  an  auditory 
always  awaits  the  irrational  iconoclasts  of  the  Donnelly  order  (cf. 
p.  720),  maniacs  of  '  fads '  and  delusion:,  prone  to  '  believe  a  lie '  or 
any  absurdity  sufficiently  idiotic.  To  them  may  be  left  an  opinion 
that  the  ballad- writer  created  the  story.     But  whether  he  availed 


710  King  Lear  and  his  Three  Daughters. 

himself  of  Shakespeare's  tragedy  or  of  the  two  previous  dramas  on 
the  subject  (one  of  which  may  have  been  more  closely  followed  by 
Shakespeare  than  the  Chronicle  History),  or  of  Holinshcd,  Higgins, 
Warner,  and  Spenser,  are  different  questions,  less  easily  answered. 

Our  ballad-text  is  (virtually  unchanged)  the  text  of  Richard 
Johnson's  black-letter  volume,  The  Golden  Garland  of  Princely 
Pleasures  and  delicate  Delights,  the  third  time  imprinted,  1C20. 
No  copy  of  the  earlier  editions  is  known,  and  even  this  one  is  nearly 
unique,  an  exemplar  that  belonged  to  Mr.  Corser.  The  contents 
ensuring  popularity,  such  a  book  would  take  few  months  to  reach  a 
third  edition,  and  therefore  we  may  feel  certain  that  it  could  not 
possibly  have  appeared  before  1616,  the  year  of  Shakespeare's 
death,  when  his  tragedy  had  already  been  printed  in  quarto  for 
eight  years.  Johnson  gave  this  ballad  the  foremost  place :  it 
shows  his  own  opinion  of  its  attractiveness,  and  there  had  probably 
been  a  previous  issue  of  it  on  a  broadside,  but  the  four  years  must 
amply  cover  this  date  of  earliest  publication. 

The  names  of  the  daughters,  in  The  Golden  Garland,  are  Ragan,  Gonorell,  and 
Cordelia  (Shakespeare's  Regan,  Goneril,  and  Cordelia :  names  adopted  in  the 
modernized  ballad-broadside).  "We  follow  the  authentic  black-letter  text  of  the 
Garland,  despite  the  variations  or  corruptions  of  R.  Marshall's  Aldermary  Church- 
yard reprint,  except  the  proper  names.     A  second  version  is  on  our  p.  717. 

"  The  moste  famous  <  hronicle  historye  of  LEIRE  Kinge  of  England  and  his  three 
Daughters  "  was  entered  to  Edward  White  on  14th  of  May,  1594,  in  the  Stationers' 
Registers,  B.  fol.  307  {cf.  Transcript,  ii.  649),  but  no  copy  of  earlier  date  than 
1605  is  now  known.  Shakespeare's  tragedy  is  thus  entered,  "  1607. — 5  Regis. 
26  Kovembris.  Nathanael  Butter  [and]  John  Busby.  Entred  for  theer  copie 
vnder  t.  handes  of  Sir  George  Buck,  Knight,  and  th.  "Wardens,  A  book  called 
Mr.  William  Shakespeare  his  '  historye  of  Kinge  Lear,'  as  yt  was  played  before 
the  kinges  maiestie  at  Whitehall  vppon  Saiuct  Stephans  night  at  Christmas  Last 
by  his  maiesties  servantes  playinge  vsually  at  the  Globe  on  the  Banksyde." 
{Stationers'  Registers,  C.  161  verso  =  Transcript,  iii.  366  :  cf.  J.  0.  Halliwell- 
rhillipps's  Outlines  of  the  Life  of  Shakespeare,  sixth  edition,  1886,  i.  306). 
Steevens  deduces  (from  the  names  of  the  fiends  in  "  Lear  "  coinciding  with  those 
in  Dr.  Ilarsnet's  Discovery  of  Egregious  Popish  Impostures)  that  the  tragedy  could 
not  have  been  written  as  a  whole  before  1003  :  with  which  opinion  we   agree. 

The  subject  of  King  Lear  and  his  Daughters  had  long  been 
familiar  to  the  public.  Geoffrey  of  Monmouth  had  told  of  it,  and 
Holinshed  had  followed  him.  In  that  vast  quarry  of  saddening 
monologues  known  as  A  Mirovr  for  Magistrates :  being  a  trie 
Chronicle  Historic  of  the  rntimcly  falles  of  sveh  vnforlunate  Princes 
and  men  of  note,  etc.,  John  Higgins's  ninth  portion  (1575)  tells 
"  How  Qveene  Cordila  in  dispaire  sleiv  her  selfe,  the  yeare  before 
Christ  800."  Beginning  thus,  "If  any  wofull  wight  haue  cause  to 
waile  her  woe,  Or  griefes  are  past  do  pricke  vs,  Princes,  tell  our 
fall,"  Cordila  the  self-slain  relates  the  story  of  her  house.  She 
wins  the  battle,  with  the  aid  of  the  French  arms,  and  restores  her 
father  to  his  throne,  so  that  he  reigns  for  "  three  years  in  peace, 
after  that  he  died."     Her  five  years  of  untroubled  rule  is  described. 


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King  Lear  and  his  Three  Daughters.  711 

And  I  was  Queene  the  kingdome  after  still  to  hold, 

Till  flue  yeares  past  I  did  this  Island  guyde  ; 

I  had  the  Britaynes  at  what  becke  and  bay  I  wolde, 

Till  that  my  louing  King,  rayne  Aganippus,  dyed. 

But  then  my  seat  it  faltered  on  each  side.  [«?•  lect. 

My  sisters  sonnes  began  with  me  to  iarre,        ['Two  churlish  Imps.' 
And  for  my  crowne  wag'd  with  me  mortall  warre." 

One  is  Morgan,  Prince  of  Albany ;  one  Conidagus,  King  of  Cornwall 
and  Wales  (ill  omened,  contentious  place  at  all  times).  They  prevail 
against  the  widowed  queen  and  she  is  taken  prisoner.  Hopeless 
of  redress  or  escape,  after  long  suffering  in  her  dungeon,  she  is 
tempted  by  Despair,  and  stabs  herself.  The  next  history  tells  of 
retribution,  "  How  King  Morgan  of  Alhany  was  Slaine  at  Glamorgan 
in  Wales,  the  year  before  Christ,  766,"  Morgan  having  quarrelled 
with  his  cousin  Conidagus,  son  of  Ragan  ;  who  is  left  in  possession. 

On  1st  of  December,  1589,  Edmund  Spenser  published  the  early 
portions  of  his  Faerie  Queene;  in  Book  II.  canto  x.,  "A  Chronicle 
of  Briton  Kings,  from  Brute  to  Vther's  rayne,"  lines  240  to  293  are 
devoted  to  "  King  Leyr  and  his  daughters,  Gonorill,  Began,  and 
Cordelia."     Six  stanzas  :   we  give  the  second  and  sixth  : — 

The  eldest  Gonorill,  'gan  to  protest  248 

That  she  much  more  then  her  owne  life  him  lou'd : 

And  Regan  greater  loue  to  him  protest, 

Theu  all  the  world,  when  euer  it  were  proou'd;    [lTheu'  =  Uiau:  passim. 

But  Cordeill  said  she  lou'd  him,  as  behoou'd  : 

"Whose  simple  answere,  wanting  colours  fayre 

To  paint  it  forth,  him  to  displeasance  moou'd, 

That  in  his  crowne  he  counted  her  uo  hayre, 
But  twixt  the  other  twain  his  kingdome  whole  did  shay  re  .   .   . 

So  to  his  crowne  she  him  restor'd  agaiue,  285 

In  which  he  dyde,  made  ripe  for  death  by  eld, 

And  after  wild,  it  should  to  her  remaine  ; 

Who  peaceably  the  same  long  time  did  weld, 

And  all  men's  harts  iu  dew  obedience  held; 

Till  that  her  sisters'  children,  woxen  strong 

Through  proud  ambition,  against  her  rebel'd, 

And  ouercommen  kept  in  prison  long, 
Till  wearie  of  that  wretched  life,  her  selfe  she  hong.1 

Note. — Not  self- immolated,  either  with  rope  or  dagger,  was  the  later  Cordelia 
"to  be  done  to  death,"  but  by  the  hands  of  murderers  at  Edmund's  bidding. 
Nor  could  Shakespeare  tolerate  the  bathos  of  restoring  the  heart-stricken  King- 
Lear  to  the  sovereignty  which  he  had  relinquished,  and  for  which  he  knew 
himself  to  be  no  longer  fitted.  On  this  subject  the  final  word  was  spoken  iu 
1811  by  Charles  Lamb:— "A  happy  ending!  as  if  the  living  martyrdom  that 
Lear  had  gone  through,  the  flaying  of  his  feelings  alive,  did  not  make  a  fair 
dismissal  from  the  stage  of  life  the  only  decorous  thing  for  him.  If  he  is  to  live 
and  be  happy  after,  if  he  could  sustain  the  world's  burden  after,  why  all  this 
p udder  and  preparation  ?  Why  torment  us  with  all  this  unnecessary  sympathy  ? 
As  if  the  childish  pleasure  of  getting  his  gilt  robes  and  sceptre  again  could  tempt 
him  to  act  over  again  his  misused  station  ;  as  if  at  his  years,  and  with  his  ex- 
perience, anything  was  left  but  to  die." — (Thealralia :  L.  Hunt's  Mejlcctor,  ii.  309). 


12  King  Lear  and  his  Three  Daughters. 

(Df  I\i'nrj  iln'v  nirti  Jjfe  QTfjrcc  DaurjTjtcvs. 

{From    Warner's    '  Albion's   England,'    Booke   3rd,    1589.) 

A  limit  a  fchirtie  yeares  and  fiue  did  Leir  rule  this  Land, 
When,  doting  cm  his  Daughters  three,  with  them  he  fell  hi  hand 
To  tell  how  iniuli  they  loued  him,  The  Eldest  did  estceme 
Her  life  inferior  to  her  louc,  so  did  the  Second  deeme  : 
The  Yongest  sayd  her  louc  was  such  as  did  a  childe  hehoue, 
And  that  how  much  himselfe  was  worth,  so  much  Bhe  him  did  louc. 
The  formost  two  did  please  him  well,  the  yongest  did  not  so  : 
1  |Min  the  Prince  of  Albanie  the  First  he  did  hestoe  : 
The  Middle  on  the  Cornish  Prince  :  their  Dowrie  was  his  Throne, 
At  his  decease  :   Cordelia's  parte  was  very  small  or  none 
Vet  for  her  tonne,  and  vertuous  life,  a  noble  Gallian  King 
Did  her,  vn-dowed,  for  his  Queene  into  his  Countrie  bring. 

Her  Sisters  sicke  of  Fathers  health,  their  Husbands  by  consent 
Did  ioyne  in  Amies  :  from  Leir  so  by  force  the  Scepter  went : 
Yet,  for  they  promise  petitions  large,  he  rather  was  content. 
In  Albanie  the  quondam  king  at  eldest  Daughters  Court 
"Was  setled  scarce,  when  she  repynes  and  lessens  still  his  Port, 
His  second  Daughter  then,  he  thought,  would  shewe  her  selfe  more  kinde, 
To  whom,  he  going,  for  a  while  did  franke  allowance  fiude. 
Ere  long,  abridging  almost  all,  she  keepeth  him  so  loe, 
That  of  two  badds,  for  betters  choyse  he  backe  agayne  did  goe. 
But  Gonorill  at  his  rcturne,  not  only  did  attempt 
Her  lather's  death,  but  openly  did  hold  him  in  contempt. 

His  aged  eyes  powre  out  their  teares,  when  holding  vp  bis  hands, 
He  sayd  :   '  0  God,  who  so  thou  art,  that  my  good  hap  withstands, 
Prolong  not  life,  deferre  not  death,  my  selfe  I  ouer-liue, 
When  tlmse  that  owe  to  me  their  Hues,  to  me  my  death  would  giue. 
Thou  Towne,  whose  walles  rose  of  my  wealth,  stand  euermore  to  tell 
Thy  Founder's  Fall,  and  warne  that  none  do  fall  as  Leir  fell. 
Bid  none  affie  in  Frends,  for  say,  his  Children  wrought  his  wracke : 
Sea,  those,  that  were  to  him  most  deare,  did  lothe  and  let  him  lackc. 
Cordelia,  well  Corddla  sayd,  she  loued  as  a  Childe : 
But  sweeter  words  we  seekc  than  sooth,  and  so  are  men  begihle. 
She  only  rests  vntryed  yet :  but  what  may  I  expect 
From  her  F  to  whom  I  nothing  gaue,  when  these  do  me  reiect. 
Then  dye,  nay  trye,  the  rule  may  fayle,  and  Nature  may  ascend : 
.Nor  are  they  euer  surest  friends,  on  whom  we  most  do  spend. 

He  ships  himselfe  to  Gallia  then,  but  maketh  kuowne  before 
Onto  Cordelia  his  estate,  who  rueth  him  so  poore, 

And  kc  pt  his  there  ariuall  close,  till  she  prouided  had 

To  furnish  him  in  euery  want.     Of  him  her  King  was  glad, 

And  nobly  intertayned  him  :  the  Queene,  with  teares  among, 

(Her  duetie  done)  conferreth  with  her  father  of  his  wrong. 

Such  duetie,  bountie,  kindnes,  and  increasing  loue,  he  found 

In  that  his  Daughter  and  her  Lord,  that  sorrowes  more  abound 

For  his  vnkindly  vsing  her,  then  for  the  others'  crime. 

And  King-like  thus  in  Again])  s  Court  did  Leir  dwell,  till  time 

The  noble  King  his  Sonnc-in-law  transports  an  Armie  greate, 

Of  sorcie  Gawks,  possessing  him  of  dispossessed  Seate. 

To  whom  Cordelia  did  succeede,  not  raigning  long  in  queate. 

But  how  her  N<  phewes  warre  on  her,  and  one  of  them  slew  th'  other 
Shall  followe  :  but  I  will  disclose  a  most  tyrannous  Mother.        [i.e.  Q.  hlen. 
X'.ct  'Chapter'  tells  of  Ferrex  and  Porrex  :  subject  of  Lord  Brooke's  tragedy.] 


King  Lear  and  his  Three  Daughters.  713 

Of  all  that  is  grandest  and  sweetest  in  the  marvellous  tragedy  of 
"  King  Lear  "  our  Shakespeare  was  the  sole  author.  He  made  those 
dry  bones  live.  According  to  his  custom,  as  in  Othello  and  Macbeth, 
he  compresses  time,  and  hurries  on  events,  to  accelerate  the 
dramatic  action.  This  trick  (for  in  "Othello"  it  is  indeed  marvellous 
subtlety  ;  as  was  demonstated  in  the  Dies  Boreales  of  '  Christopher 
North,')  is  such  as  others  often  used,  among  the  dramatists.  But 
none  like  Shakespeare  could  have  lifted  the  self-indulgent  doting 
king  into  his  sublimity  of  outraged  grandeur  ;  claiming  kindred  writh 
the  heavens  because  they  themselves  are  old  ;  from  the  pitiful  down- 
trodden supj)licant  for  the  cast-off  scraps  at  his  daughter's  kitchen. 
Seldom,  except  by  the  cleansing  and  ennobling  touch  of  Death's 
forefinger,  do  we  see  upraised,  for  a  brief  hour,  an  abject,  contemned 
human  castaway,  crowned  anew  with  the  immortal  radiance :  such 
as  Caroline  Bowles  had  the  grace  and  tenderness  to  show  in  her 
"  Pauper's  Death-Bed."  But  in  Lear  the  transformation  is  even 
yet  more  wonderful,  for  it  comes  in  this  present  life,  and  after  the 
second  childishness  had  begun.  The  man  turns  mad,  phrenzied  by  his 
wrongs  that  outrage  the  laws  divine  and  human;  then  at  once  the 
heavens  take  his  part.  In  that  wild  scene  of  elemental  storm  upon 
the  heath,  mocked  with  the  heartless  assumption  of  'Tom  a  Bedlam  ' 
craziness  by  Edgar,  careful  only  of  himself,  the  tearful  half-witted 
affection  and  bewilderment  of  the  poor  Fool  deepening  the  horror  by 
his  incongruous  sarcasms,  while  loyalty  is  shown  by  Kent  and  by 
ill-starred  Gloucester,  soon  to  pay  a  heavy  price  for  his  fidelity,  the 
gradual  descent  from  reason  to  unreason  of  him  who  is,  even  in  that 
terrific  hour,  "every  inch  a  king" — one  "  more  sinned  against  than 
sinning," — is  such  as  no  other  enchantment  could  have  conceived 
or  embodied.-  Par  away,  far  above  all  suggestions  of  the  prosaic 
chroniclers,  ballad-mongers,  and  early  weavers  of  dramatic  tissue, 
to  regions  that  are  swept  by  the  wings  of  none  but  Jove's  noblest 
ministers — JEschylus,  Sophocles  and  Dante,  these  his  only  peers — 
Shakespeare  has  lifted  our  thoughts,  from  the  paltriness  of  human 
crime  and  folly,  into  contemplation  of  the  eternal  verities.  "We 
know  once  more,  what  amid  the  petty  chicanery  had  been  well  nigh 
forgotten,  that  there  is  a  God  Who  judges  wrong-doing,  and  holds 
unerringly  the  balance. 

No  restoration  to  his  shattered  throne,  no  short-lived  pampering 
with  splendour  or  luxury,  that  in  almost  superhuman  or  prophetic 
insight  he  had  awakened  to  understand  and  to  scorn,  was  necessary 
for  Lear,  or  was  possible.  Kent  speaks  the  verdict  of  all  true 
thinkers,  when  he  pleads  for  his  master  the  right  to  die  in  peace : 

Kent. — "  Vex  not  his  ghost.     0  let  him  pass  !  lie  hates  him 
That  would  upon  the  rack  of  this  tough  world 
Stretch  him  out  longer." 
Edgar. —  "lie  is  gone,  indeed." 


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[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  542.     B.  M.,  1876,  c.  I.  fol.  27  p.m.] 

[3  lUmrntnulc  song  of  tlic  tBcatlj  of] 

Ming  Jlcare  »*  &&  Cljree  3Daugl)ters* 

[To  the  Tune  of  When  Flying  Fame.     See  Note,  p.  672.] 

King  Leave  once  ruled  in  this  land,  with  princely  [power]  and  peace : 
And  had  all  things  with  [heart's]  content,  that  might  his  ioyes 
encrease. 
Amongst  those  [gifts]  that  nature  gaue,  three  daughters  fairc  had  he, 
So  princely  seeming  beautifull,  as  fayrer  could  not  be. 

So  on  a  time  it  pleas'd  the  King,  a  question  thus  to  mooue : 
Which  of  his  daughters  to  his  grace  could  shew  the  dearest  love : 
"For  to  my  age  you  bring  content,"  quoth  he,  "  then  let  me  heare, 
"Which  of  you  three  in  plighted  troth  the  kindest  will  appeare?  " 

To  [whom]  the  eldest  [thus]  began,  "  Deare  father  [mine],"  (quoth 

she,)  ["this  .  .  .  first  .  .  mild." 

"Before  your  face  to  doe  you  good  my  blood  shall  tend'red  be: 
And  for  your  sake  my  bleeding  heart  shall  heere  be  cut  in  twaine, 
'Ere  that  I  see  your  reuerend  age  the  smallest  griefc  sustaine."      12 

"  And  so  will  I,"  the  second  said,  "  Deare  father,  for  your  sake, 
The  worst  of  all  extremities  I'le  [gently]  undertake.         [-'for you." 
And  serue  your  higlmesse  night  and  day,  with  diligence  and  loue ; 
That  sweet  content  and  [quietnesse]  discomforts  may  remoue." 

"  In  doing  so,  you  glad  my  soule,"  the  aged  [King]  reply'd. 

"  But  what  say'st  thou,  my  yongest  Giiie  ?     How  stands  thy  loue 

allyed?" 
' '  My  loue,"  quoth  young  Cordelia,  then,  "  which  to  your  grace  I  owe, 
Shall  be  the  duty  of  a  childe,  and  that  is  all  I'le  [shew]." 

"And  wilt  thou  shew  no  more,"  (quoth  he,)  "than  doth  thy  duty 

binde  ? 
I  well  perceiue  thy  love  is  small,  when  as  no  more  I  finde. 
Hence  forth  I  banish  thee  my  Court ;  thou  art  no  child  of  mine  : 
Nor  any  part  of  this  my  Realme  by  fauour  shall  be  thine."  2  1 

Thy  elder  sisters'  [loues  are]  more  than  well  I  can  demand  ; 
To  whome  I  equally  bestow  my  kingdome  and  my  land, 
My  pomp[all]  state  and  all  my  goods,  that  louingly  I  may 
With  these  thy  sisters  be  maintain'd,  vntill  my  dying  day." 

Thus  flattering  speeches  won  renowne,  by  these  two  sisters  here : 
The  third  had  causeless  banishment,  yet  was  her  loue  most  deare: 
For  poor  Cordelia  patiently  went  wand'ring  vp  and  downe, 
Fnhelp'd,  vnpity'd,  gentle  maid,  thro'  many  an  English  towne. 


King  Leave  and  his  Three  Daughters.  715 

Untill  at  last,  in  famous  France,  she  gentler  fortunes  found  : 
Though  poore  and  bare,  yet  was  she  deem'd  the  fairest  on  the  ground. 
Where  when  the  King  her  vertues  heard,  and  this  fair  lady  seene, 
With  full  consent  of  all  [his]  Court  he  made  her  his  wife  and  Queene. 

Her  father,  old  king  Leare,  this  while  with  his  two  daughters  stayed, 

Forgetful  of  their  promis'd  loues,  full  soon  the  same  denaide, 

And  liuing  in  Queen  Regan  s  Court,  the  elder  of  the  twaine, 

She  tooke  from  him  his  chiefest  meanes,  and  most  of  all  his  traine, 

[For]  whereas  twenty  men  were  wont  to  waite  with  bended  knee ; 

She  gaue  allowance  but  to  ten,  and  after  scarce  to  three. 

Nay,  one  she  thought  too  much  for  him,  so  tooke  she  all  away : 

In  hope  that  in  her  Court,  good  King!  he  would  no  longer  stay.  44 

"Am  I  rewarded  thus?"  [quoth]  he,  "  in  giving  all  I  haue 

Unto  [my]  children  ?  and  to  beg  for  what  I  want  or  crave? 

I'le  goe  unto  my  Goneril,  my  second  child  I  know        [a.Mateiy  gaue. 

Will  be  more  kinde  and  [pittifull]  and  will  relieue  my  woe." 

Full  fast  he  hies  unto  her  Court,  where  when  she  heard  his  moane, 
Return' d  him  answer  that  she  grieu'd  that  all  his  meanes  were  gone. 
But  no  way  could  relieue  his  wants,  yet,  if  that  he  would  stay, 
Within  her  kitchen,  he  should  haue  what  Scullions  gaue  away. 

When  he  had  heard,  with  bitter  teares,  he  made  his  answer  then, 

"  In  what  I  did,  let  me  be  made  example  to  all  men. 

1  will  returne  again,"  [quoth]  he,  "  vnto  my  Ragarfs  Court; 

She  will  not  vse  me  thus,  I  hope,  but  in  a  kinder  sort."  56 

Where,  when  he  came,  she  gaue  command  to  driue  him  thence  away  ; 
When  he  was  well  within  [her]  Court,  (she  said)  he  could  not  stay  ; 
Then  backe  againe  to  Goneril,  the  wofull  King  did  hie : 
That  in  her  kitchen  he  might  haue  what  Scullion  [boyes]  set  by. 

But  there  of  that  he  was  denied,  which  she  had  promis'd  late ; 
For  once  refusing  he  should  not  come  after  to  her  gate.  \a.i,  one. 

Thus  'twixt  his  daughters,  for  reliefe,  he  wand'red  vp  and  downe, 
Being  glad  to  feed  on  beggar's  food,  that  lately  wore  a  Crowne,    64 

And  calling  to  remembrance  then  his  yongest  daughter's  words, 

That  said,  '  the  duty  of  a  childe  had  all  that  loue  affords.' 

But  doubting  to  repaire  to  her,  whom  he  had  banish'd  so, 

Grew  franticke  mad,  [for]  in  his  minde  he  bore  the  wounds  of  woe. 

Which  made  him  rend  his  milk  white  locks  and  tresses  from  his  head ; 
And  all  with  blood  bestaine  his  cheekes,  with  age  and  honour  spred  : 
To  hills  and  woods,  and  wat'ry  founts,  he  made  his  hourely  moane  ; 
Till  hills  and  woods,  and  senceless  things,  did  seem  to  sigh  and  groane. 

Euen  thus  [possest]  with  discontents,  he  passed  o're  to  France, 
In  hope  from  [faire]  Cordelia  there  to  find  some  gentler  chance. 
Most  vertuousdame !  where,  when  she  heard  of  this  her  father's  griefe, 
As  in  duty  bound,  she  quickly  sent  him  comfort  and  reliefe.  76 


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King  Lcare  and  his  Three  Daughters^ 


And  by  a  traine  of  noble  Peeres,  in  braue  and  gallant  sort, 
She  gaue  in  charge  he  should  be  brought  to  Aganippus'a  Court ; 
Her  royall  King,  whose  noble  minde  so  freely  gaue  consent, 
To  muster  up  his  knights  at  armes,  to  fame  and  courage  bent. 

And  so  to  England  came  with  speed,  to  repossesse  King  Leare, 
And  driue  bis  daughters  from  their  thrones  by  his  Cordelia  deare. 
Where  she,  true-hearted  noble  Queene,  was  in  the  battell  slaine ; 
Yet  be,  good  King,  in  his  old  dayes,  possess'd  his  crowne  againe. 

But  when  he  beard  Cordelia  dead,  who  dy'd  indeed  for  loue 
Of  her  deare  Father,  in  whose  cause  she  did  this  battell  mooue  ; 
He  swounding  fell  vpon  her  breast,  from  whence  he  neucr  parted, 
But  on  her  bosome  left  his  life,  that  was  so  truely  hearted.  88 

The  Lords  and  Cobles  when  they  saw  the  end  of  these  events, 
The  other  Sisters  vnto  death  they  doomed  by  consents ; 
And  being  dead  their  crownes  [were]  left  vnto  the  next  of  kin  : 
Thus  haue  you  heard  the  fall  of  pride,  and  disobedient  sinne. 

[Written  by  Richard  Johnson,  printed  before  1620.] 

Printed  and  Sold  by  R.  Marshall,  Aldcrmary  Church-Yard,  Bow-Lane,  London. 

[White-letter  broadside  with  one  large  woodcut  of  Cordelia  going  away  weeping — 

Lear  throned,  in  Georgian  robes  and  crown,  at  centre,  the  other  daughters  sit, 

on  chairs  at  his  rig  hi  hand.     In  this  late  broadside  the  names  are  in  accord  with 

Shakespeare,  Cordelia,  Goneril,  and  Regan;  but  in  the  1G20  Garland  they  had 

appeared  as  Cordela,  Gonorett,  and  Ragan.      There  are  some  few  corruptions  of 

text  in  the  broadside:  pride  for  power,  in  1st  line  ;  things  for  gifts,  etc  ] 

*t*  The  following  additional  version  of  "  The  tragical  History  of  King  Lrare 

and  his  Three  Daughters"  belongs  no  less  to  our  lloxburglic  Collection.     This 

broadside  has  not  pr<  viously  been  reprinted.    A  modernized  rescension  of  Richard 

Johnson's  earlier  black-letter  ballad  [viz.  our  pp.  714-716),  it  shows  the  continued 

popularity  of  the  story.     (Fifty  years  ago,  in  a  melodrama,  entitled  "  The  Lear 

of  Frivate  Life,'''  Dibdin  Pitt  held  the  rule  of  the  persecuted  father.) 

Name  of  printers  or  publishers,  and  of  tune,  left  unmentioned  on  the  two 
Eoxburghe  and  Douce  broadsides,  modern,  in  White-letter,  of  the  Aldermaiy 
and  Boic  Clmrch-gard  type,  with  a  larjje  central  woodcut  of  a  King  and  Queen 
in  (Hanoverian)  royal  robes;  a  Cupid  fluttering  above  each  figure  bearing  a 
crown  and  palm-branch.  Four  small  cuts  surround  this :  one  is  the  lady  of 
our  p.  13  ;  another  is  a  quaint  cut  (see  J.  P.  Collier's  Black-letter  Ballads,  p.  1, 1868). 


717 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  275  ;    Douce,  III.  52.] 

Cragtcal  ©istotp  of  Jfttnrj  Lear,  anti  Ins  tfym 

©aurjrjters :  First,  Srjefcoing  rjoro  rje  rjaric  trje  two  lEloest  trjc  full 
anto  indole  possession  of  rjt's  (Croton.  Second,  p^oto  fje  uanisrj'tj 
tije  |f  aumjcst  rjt's  Court  anfc  presence,  toljo  flcti  into  France,  anil 
married  trje  French  %in%.  Third,  |^oln  rjt's  tino  clocst  IDaurrjjtcrs, 
m  gome  time  after,  took  afoag  rjt's  Slttcntiance,  ancj  turn'o  fytm  out 
of  Court,  torjen,  rjet'nn;  rjestttute,  J)e  trabellcrj  into  France,  inhere 
rjts  gauntest  Baugrjtcr  rclicfjccj  rjt'm,  rat'scti  an  &rmg  to  restore 
fjtnt  to  tfje  possession  of  rjt's  (troixiu,  in  the  Attempt  of  farjicrj  srje 
urns  nuTo  m  tlje  tffcla  of  Battle,  anrj  vjer  Jatljer  immeoi'atclg  ot'crj 
fcoitTj  ©ricf  for  tfjc  3Loss  of  fjfs  Saurjfjtcr. 

Part  I. 

A  Certain  great  King  once  did  rule  over  tins  Land, 
Who  had  all  the  pleasure  a  King  could  command, 
And  liv'd  in  great  Splendour  with  Ilonour  and  Peace, 
He  reign'd  many  years  not  without  great  Increase. 

He  had  tbree  fine  Daughters,  of  Beauty  most  bright, 
In  whom  this  same  King  he  did  take  much  delight ; 
For  Virtue  and  Wisdom  none  could  them  come  near, 
Which  caused  their  Father  to  love  them  most  dear. 

The  King  had  a  fancy  to  try  all  their  Love, 
Which  pleased  him  well  then  this  Question  to  move, 
To  see  which  of  them  then  did  love  him  the  best, 
So  call'd  them  before  him  the  Truth  to  protest.  1 2 

"  For  unto  my  Joy  and  Comfort  I  see 
Three  beautiful  Children  do  stand  before  me  : 
Now  which  of  you  three  will  do  most  for  my  Sake, 
Suppose  that  my  Life  now  should  lie  at  the  Stake  ?  " 

To  which  then  the  Elder  did  make  this  reply, 
"  The  worst  of  all  Deaths  for  thy  sake  I  could  die, 
With  the  greatest  of  Tortures  that  Nature  can  name  ; 

0  this  I  will  bear  for  your  Majesty's  Fame  !  " 

The  second  made  answer,  "  My  Love  is  more  dear 
Than  ever  my  Sister's,  as  it  shall  appear  ; 
Although  she  expresses  much  fidelity, 
My  Love  shall  be  seen  unto  your  Majesty."  24 

"  Well  spoke,  my  dear  Daughters,"  the  aged  King  said, 
"  My  heart  is  enamour'd,  and  [nearly]  betray'd  ;  ['meerely  ' 

But  what  says  my  youngest  Girl  ?  prithee  tell  me, 

1  want  to  hear  thy  Love  amongst  all  the  three." 

"  My  Love,"  said  the  youngest,  "  that  I  to  you  owe, 
Is  the  abundant  duty  a  Child  ought  to  show  ; 
To  honour  my  Father  until  that  I  die, 
And  ne'er  iu  extremity  from  you  will  fly." 

"  Thy  Love  is  but  small,"  said  the  King,  "  I  do  find, 
That  you'll  show  no  more  than  what  Nature  doth  bind  ; 
I  thought  you  had  Reason  to  be  as  sincere 
As  your  eldest  Sister,  who  loves  me  most  dear.  36 


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Tragical  History  of  King  Lot. 


"  Henceforth  T  do  banish  you  quite  from  my  Court, 
And  charge  you  no  more  in  my  Presence  resort; 
I  justly  maj  say,  thou  arl  no  Child  of  mine, 
Because  you  in  Love  from  the  rest  do  decline. 

"  So  I  will  make  over  my  Scepter  and  Crown 
To  your  eldest  Sisters  of  fame  and  reno,wn  ; 
Ana  tin  y  shall  be  1 1 « irs  to  my  whole  Land, 
For  till  that  I  have  shall  be  at  their  command. 

"  My  pompous  Estate,  nay,  and  my  noble  Train, 
For  those  thy  two  Sisters  shall  be  to  maintain  ; 
That  peaceable  now  I  may  pass  my  Time  away, 
And  live  with  my  Daughters  till  my  dying  Day." 

Part  II. 


4S 


The   Youngest  Daughter's  Misfortune  ;  of  her  travelling  into  France ;  and  how 
the  lung  of  France  made  her  his  Queen. 

THEIR  flatt'ring  speeches  at  length  won  his  Heart, 
But  now  mind  at  length  how  he  had  his  Desert ; 
For  his  youngest  Daughter's  causeless  Banishment, 
The  which  he  had  Reason  e'er  long  to  repent. 

For  his  poor  young  Daughter  she  wander'd  up  and  down, 
Through  many  a  Village  and  brave  English  Town  ; 
Because  that  her  Father  held  her  in  Disdain, 
She  then  did  resolve  for  to  cross  o'er  the  Main. 

At  length  to  fair  France  then  this  fair  Lady  came, 
The  King  then  perceiving  this  beautiful  Dame, 
He  quickly  was  wounded  by  young  Cupid's  Dart, 
'Which  deeply  did  wound  him  to  the  very  heart.  60 

Likewise  the  King  of  her  Virtues  had  heard, 
His  heart  was  more  and  more  to  her  endear'd  ; 
Said  he,  "  That  my  love  to  her  shall  be  seen, 
Before  my  whole  Court  I  will  make  her  my  Queen." 

Her  agi  '1  old  Father  is  now  all  the  while 
With  his  eldest  Daughters,  who  soon  did  beguile 
Him  of  his  whole  Kingdom,  nay,  Scepter  and  Crown, 
And  quickly  their  aged  old  Father  pull'd  down. 

The  King  for  a  while  in  his  Court  did  remain, 
But  his  eldest  Daughter  soon  lessen'd  his  Train  ; 
Then  after  so  done,  she  did  quickly  contrive 
Him  of  all  his  riches  and  means  to  deprive.  72 

Whereas  twenty  Men  he  was  wont  for  to  have, 
To  wait  and  attend  on  his  Majesty  grave  ; 
She  lessen'd  his  Number,  and  brought  him  to  ten, 
And  quickly  redue'd  them  to  only  three  Men. 

Nay,  one  she  thought  much  for  her  Father  to  have, 
She  took  him  away,  that  her  Father  might  leave 
The  Court  and  begone,  and  there  no  longer  stay, 
Which  grieved  the  King,  and  made  him  thus  say, 

"  Am  I  thus  rewarded,"  the  King  then  reply'd, 
To  be  of  my  own  at  this  rate  so  deny'd  ? 
It  grievetb  my  heart  to  think  what  I've  done, 
But  now  to  my  second  Child  I'll  make  my  moan."  84 


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Tragical  History  of  King  Lear.  719 

Part  III. 
How  the  King  was  dethroned  by  his  two  eldest  Daughters;  and  how  his  youngest 

Daughter  restored  him  again. 

"Y  second  dear  Daughter  with  pity,  I  know, 
Will  quickly  consider  my  sorrow  and  woe  ; 
I'll  go  now  unto  her,  and  tell  her  my  Grief, 
I  make  no  douht  but  she'll  afford  me  Relief." 

The  King  he  full  fast  to  the  Court  then  did  go, 
Desiring  his  sorrows  for  to  let  her  know  ; 
She  made  him  this  Answer,  "  That  she  was  much  griev'd 
For  all  these  repulses  that  he  had  receiv'd  ; 

"  But  no  ways  could  help  him  in  this  his  Distress, 
Nor  yet  in  the  least  could  afford  him  Redress  ; 
But  if  he  a  while  in  the  Kitchen  would  stay, 
She'd  order  him  such  as  the  Scullions  give  away."  96 

The  King  made  this  Answer  to  his  Daughter  then, 
"  Surely,  I  am  served  the  worst  of  all  men  ; 
For  doing  as  I  did  by  my  Daughter  dear, 
Which  makes  me  lament,  and  shed  many  a  tear. 

"  To  my  eldest  Daughter  again  I'll  return, 
Perhaps  she'll  give  ear  to  my  pitiful  moan." 
Then  straitway  he  went  again  to  the  Court, 
In  hopes  to  find  her  in  a  better  sort. 

And  when  he  came  there  she  straitway  gave  command, 
For  to  have  him  sent  away  out  of  hand  ; 
And  order'd  them  quickly  to  drive  him  away, 
Saying,  "  That  in  her  Court  he  no  longer  should  stay."  108 

Then  he  to  his  second  Child  again  did  hie, 
To  eat  of  her  scraps  that  her  Scullion  set  by, 
For  such  as  for  Charity  ask'd  at  the  door, 
Which  grieved  the  King  to  the  heart  more  and  more. 

But  there  of  her  Promise  he  then  was  deny'd, 
Which  caused  the  King  to  be  dissatisfy'd  ; 
"  For  on  his  refusing  her  offer  most  kind," 
She  said,  "  At  her  gate  he  small  comfort  should  find." 

Calling  to  remembrance  his  young  Daughter's  word, 
It  did  to  his  grief  new  sorrow  afford ; 
To  think  how  he  had  this  poor  creature  beguil'd 
Of  all  her  whole  Fortune,  and  ruin'd  the  child.  1 20 

Which  made  him  be  troubled,  nay,  to  rave  and  tear, 
And  rending  the  locks  of  his  silver  hair, 
Which  was  such  an  ornament  to  his  old  Age  ; 
Yet  nothing  at  all  could  his  trouble  asswage. 

To  rocks,  and  to  rivers,  and  wat'ry  founts, 
To  hills,  and  to  woods,  and  the  highest  of  mounts, 
He  made  his  Complaint,  and  his  hourly  moan, 
Until  at  length  all  those  things  seem'd  to  [groan].  [text,  "moan." 

Then  being  thus  possest  with  discontent, 
Being  fully  resolv'd,  he  over  Sea  went, 
And  soon  found  his  Daughter,  being  Queen  of  France, 
Which  made  him  amazed  at  her  noble  chance.  136 


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Tragical  History  of  King  Lear 


Most  virtuous  Lady  !  when  this  she  did  hear, 
She  s(  in  Eor  her  Father,  in  duty  mosl  dear  ; 
"  Mn-t  welcome  are  you,  my  reverend  Lord, 
To  what  my  whole  Kingdom  and  Court  doth  afford." 

Then  her  noble  King,  for  to  grace  Ids  Queen, 
Shew'd  him  all  the  honour  and  love  could  be  seen  ; 

lie  for  his  whole  Court  then  of  Noblemen  sent. 
For  [on]  great  acclamations  of  joy  they  were  bent. 

But  as  they  in  banqueting  merrily  were, 
She  said,  "  My  dear  bather,  how  goes  your  affairs?" 
"  Indeed,  my  dear  Daughter,  1  quite  am  disown'd 
By  your  eldest  Sisters,  who  have  mo  dethrou'd." 

Then  she  started  up  from  the  Table,  and  said, 
"  Of  my  cruel  Sisters,  who  have  me  betray'd, 
I  will  be  revenged,  and  that  instantly, 
It  that  I  am  sure  in  the  Battle  to  die." 

The  King  and  his  Nobles  did  soon  Answer  make, 
u  My  honoured  Queen,  for  your  dear  Father's  sake, 
"We'll  venture  our  lives  to  see  him  on  the  Throne 
In  spigbt  of  all  those  that  do  him  disown." 

Then  straight  unto  England  they  came  in  great  haste, 
But  now  conies  the  Tragedy  here  at  the  last ; 
The  Fight  was  no  sooner  begun,  to  be  plain, 
But  this  noble  Queen  in  the  Battle  was  slain. 


1  IS 


1G0 


The  Queen  being  dead,  [w]hcn  her  Father  espy'd,  ["then." 

He  laid  himself  by  her,  and  instantly  dy'd ; 
Then  straightway  seeing  this  sudden  event, 
They  put  the  two  Daughters  to  Death  by  consent. 

The  Crown  was  left  vacant,  for  want  of  an  Heir, 
There  being  none  equal  the  Crown  for  to  wear  ; 

The  [Throne]  was  left  useless,  being  without  King  ;  ["  Crown." 

So  sad  Disobedience  is  the  wo[r]st  of  all  Sin. 

[Colophon  cut  off.  "White-letter,  modern:  Seep.  716.  Original  date,  circa  1G70.] 
%*  Since  our  p.  -576  went  to  press,  the  be-trumpctted  "  Great  Cryptogram  " 
(prophesied  to  he  fatal  for  ever  to  Shakespeare's  fame),  has  whizzed  and  putted, 
not  as  a  rocket  but  as  a  squib,  in  the  month  of  un  poisson  d'Avril.  A  faint 
odour  of  brimstone  and  a  few  inglorious  sparks  remain.  Sic  non  scquitur  ad  Astra. 

IGN.   JDONv- 

PALTRY  traducer  of  our  Shakespeare's  name, 
Conceited  egotist,  spaivn'd  in  the  West, 
Spitting  thy  venom,  one  sole  chance  of  fame 

Thy  croaking  notoriety  as  Test  ; 
' Mid  Time's  roll-call  of  follies,  thou  shalt  claim 

To  have  endorsed  anew  the  silliest  craze, 

When  menjhall  talk  of  Indiguatius'  days, 
The  mare's-nest  Cryptogram,  and  Bacon's  shame. 
Thy  petty  malice  hobbles  blind  and  lame, 

Mock  d  by  true  scholars  as  a  pointless  jest, 

Though  quidnuncs  echo  while  the  Long-eared  brays. 

23  V.  '88.  J.  W.  E. 


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lancclott  Du  lac. 

"Joyfully 
Her  cheek  grew  crimson,  as  the  headlong  speed 
Of  the  roan  charger  drew  all  men  to  see, 
The  knight  who  came  was  Launcelot  at  good  need." 

"Win.  Morris's  Defence  of  Guenevere,  1858. 


HOMAS  DELONEY  is  the  accredited  author  of  this  hallad  :  in 
his  Garland  of  Good  Will.  It  is  deludingly  mis-named,  for  it  tells 
nothing  of  the  kingly  acts  of  Arthur — but  is  merely  a  spirited 
episode  (Sir  Lancelot's  combat  with  Tarquin),  adapted  from  Sir 
Thomas  Malory's  Morte  d' Arthur,  Caxton,  1485:  a  work  nobly 
reproduced  by  Dr.  H.  0.  Sommer,  1889.  (Arthur  as  the  "  blameless 
King"  is  shorn  of  his  strength  by  Alfred  Tennyson:  "King 
Arthur  as  a  modern  gentleman.")  Here  is  the  concluding  estimate 
of  Sir  Lancelot  du  Lac  : — 

"  Then  went  Syr  Bors  vnto  Syr  Ector,  and  told  hym  how  there  laye  hys  brother 
Syr  Launcelot  dead.  And  then  Syr  Ector  threw  hys  shielde,  his  swerd  and  hys 
helme  from  hym.  And  when  hee  beheld  Syr  Latmcelot's  visage,  hee  fell  downe 
in  a  sowne.  And  when  he  awaked,  it  were  harde  for  anie  tongue  to  tell  the 
dolefull  complayntes,  that  he  made  for  hys  brother. .  '  Ah,  Syr  Launcelotte,'  sayde 
hee,  '  thou  were  head  of  all  Chrystian  Knyghtes,  and  now  I  dare  saye,'  sayde 
Syr  Bors,  '  that  Syr  Launcel,  there  thou  lyest,  thou  were  neuer  matched  of  none 
earthlie  Knyghtes  handes.  And  thou  were  the  curtiest  Knyght  that  euer  beare 
sheelde.  And  thou  were  the  truest  frende  to  thy  louer  that  euer  bestrood  horse. 
And  thou  were  the  truest  louer  of  a  sinful  man  that  euer  loued  woman.  And 
thou  were  the  kindest  man  that  euer  strooke  wyth  swerde.  And  thou  were  the 
goodlyest  parson  that  euer  came  among  presse  of  knyghtes.  And  thou  were  the 
meekest  man  and  the  gentlest  that  euer  eat  in  Hall  among  Ladyes.  And  thou 
were  the  sterneste  Knyght  to  thy  mortall  foe  that  euer  put  speere  in  the  rest.' 
Then  there  was  weepyng  and  dolour  out  of  measure." — Morte  d' Arthur,  1557  ed. 

Although  uttered  in  the  Sturm  und  Drang  Zeit  of  incongruous  thoughts  and 
commands,  the  opening  line  of  our  ensuing  ballad  having  been  warmly  quoted  by 
Sir  John  Falstaffe  (King  Henry  the  Fourth,  Part  II.  Act  ii.  scene  4),  is  sufficient 
to  renew  the  bill  at  interest  for  many  succeeding  generations  :  — 

"  "When  Arthur  first  in  court  .  .   .  And  was  a  worthy  king  ! " 
This  identifies  it,  and  Shakespeare  knew  the  whole.     "What  did  he  not  know  ? 

Male  vole  quotes  the  same  line,  "  When  Arthur  first  in  Court  began,"  in  John 
Marston's  Malcontent,  Act  ii.  scene  2,  1604  (Arthur  Bullen's  edition,  i.  240). 
Beaumont  and  Fletcher's  La  Writ  (The  Little  French  Lawyer,  Act  ii.  scene  3, 
1616)  gives,  "  Was  ever  man  for  Lady's  sake  ?  Down,  down  !  "  and  other  scraps 
of  our  Lancelot  ballad,  the  fourth  being  a  free  imitation  of  Deloney:  — 

"  He  strook  so  hard,  the  bason  broke, 

And  Tarquin  heard  the  sound." 
"  And  then  he  struck  his  neck  in  two." 

"  Thou  fierce  man  that  like  Sir  Lancelot  doth  appear, 
I  need  not  tell  thee  what  I  am,  nor  eke  what  I  make  here." 
"  '  Oh,  ho,'  quoth  Lancelot  though." 

"With  his  usual  quick  merry  humour,  Fletcher  hits  the  blot,  for  in  no  other  ballad 
is  the  rhyming  eked  out  so  frequently  by  the  word  "  though  "  as  it  is  here :  in 
lines  25,  61,  82,  102,  and  117.     '  Oh,  ho,"1  quoth  Lancelot  though. 

vol.  vi.  3  a 


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[Roxb.  Coll.,  III.  25  ;  Bagford,  II.  14,  15 ;  Pepys,  II.  100  ;  Wood,  401,  fol.  62.] 

^Ije  ^oblc  3ct0,  tictnlu  fount), 
£>f  SUtJjm*  of  tlje  Cable  Kotmo* 

To  the  Tune  of,  Flying  Fame  [See  p.  672]. 

WHen  Arthur  first  in  Court  began,  and  was  approved  King, 
By  force  of  arms  great  victories  won,  and  conquest  home  did  bring, 
Then  into  Brittain  straight  he  came,  where  fifty  stout  and  able 
Knights  then  repaired  unto  him  which  were  of  the  round  Table. 

And  many  J[o]usts  and  Turnaments  before  him  there  were  prest, 
Wherein  these  knights  did  then  excel,  and  far  surmount  the  rest ; 
But  one  Sir  Lancelot  du  Lake,  who  was  approved  well, 
He  in  his  fights  and  deeds  of  Arms  all  others  did  excel.  16 

"When  he  had  rested  him  awhile,  to  play,  and  game,  and  sport, 
He  thought  he  would  approve  himself  in  some  adventurous  sort ; 
He  armed  rode  in  Forrest  wide,  and  met  a  Damsel  fair, 
Who  told  him  of  adventures  great,  whereto  he  gave  good  ear. 

"  "Why  should  I  wot?  "  (quoth  Lancelot  tho')  "  for  that  cause  came 

I  hither ! " 
"  Thou  seem'st"  (quo'  she),  "  a  knight  right  good,  and  I  will  bring 

thee  thither 
"Whereas  the  mightiest  knight  doth  dwell,  that  now  is  of  great  fame  : 
Wherefore  tell  me  what  knight  thou  art,  and  then  what  is  thy  name." 

"  My  name  is  Lancelot  da  Lake."     Quoth  she,  "  It  likes  me  then  ; 
Here  dwells  a  knight  that  -never  was  o're  matcht  of  any  man  ; 
Who  hath  in  prison  threescore  knights,  and  some  that  he  hath  bound, 
Knights  of  King  Arthur's  Court  they  be,  and  of  the  Table  round." 

She  brought  him  to  a  river  then,  and  also  to  a  tree,  42 

Whereas  a  copper  bason  hung,  his  fellows'  shields  to  see ; 
He  struck  so  hard  the  bason  broke,  when  Tarquin  heard  the  sound, 
He  drove  a  horse  before  him  straight,  whereon  a  knight  was  bound. 

Ml"  '  ''then  said  Sir  Lancelot)  bring  me  that  horse-load  hither, 

When  meit1  anc*  ^et  ^m  res^'  we'^  try  our  f°rce  together: 
The  mare's-ix^,  thou  hast,  as  far  as  thou  art  able, 
Thy  petty  matieznd  shame  unto  the  knights  of  the  round  Table." 
Mock  d  by  true 

Though  quiclnunthle  round,"  quoth  Tarquin,  speedily,  58 

25  V.  '88.  fellowship  I  utterly  dene." 

th  Lancelot  tho',  "  defend  thee  by  and  by." 

<  their  steeds,  and  each  at  other  flye  ; 


The  noble  Acts  of  Arthur,  and  Lancelot.  723 

They  couch  their  spears,  and  horses  run,  as  though  they  had  been  thunder, 
And  each  struck  then  upon  the  shield,  wherewith  they  break  asunder; 
Their  horses'  backs  brake  under  them,  the  knights  were  both  astoned, 
To  void  their  horses  they  made  haste  to  light  upon  the  ground.     72 

They  took  them  to  their  shields  full  fast,  their  swords  they  drew  out  then, 
With  mighty  strokes  most  eagerly  each  one  at  other  ran  : 
They  wounded  were,  and  bled  full  sore,  for  breath  they  both  did  stand, 
And  leaning  on  their  swords  awhile,  quoth  Tarquin,  "Hold  thy  hand, 

"And  tell  to  me  what  I  shall  ask."    "Say  on,"  quoth  Lancelot,  tho. 
"Thou  art,"  quoth  Tarquin,  "the  best  knight  that  ever  I  did  know  ; 
And  like  a  knight  that  I  did  hate,  so  that  thou  be  not  he, 
I  will  deliver  all  the  rest,  and  eke  accord  with  thee."  88 

"  That  is  well  said,"  quoth  Lancelot,  then,  "  but  sith  it  so  must  he, 
What  is  that  knight  thou  hatest  so,  I  pray  thee  shew  to  me  ?  " 
"  His  name  is  Sir  Lancelot  du  Lake,  he  slew  my  brother  dear; 
Him  I  suspect  of  all  the  rest,  I  would  I  had  him  here." 

"  Thy  wish  thou  hast,  but  now  unknown,  I  am  Lancelot  du  Lake, 
Now  knight  of  Arthur's  Table  round,  king  Hands'  son  of  Benwake; 
And  I  dene  thee,  do  thy  worst!  "  "  Ha,  ha,"  quoth  Tarquin  tho', 
"  One  of  us  two  shall  end  their  lives,  before  that  we  do  go.  104 

"  If  thou  be  Lancelot  du  Lake,  then  welcome  shalt  thou  be  ; 
Wherefore  see  thou  thyself  defend,  for  now  I  thee  dene." 

They  hurled  then  together  fast,  like  two  wild  Boars  so  rashing, 
And  with  their  Swords  and  Shields  they  ran,  at  one  another  flashing : 
The  ground  besprinkled  was  with  blood,  Tarquin  began  to  faint, 
For  he  had  hackt  and  bore  his  Shield  so  low  he  did  repent ;         116 

That  soon  espyed  Sir  Lancelot  tho,  he  leapt  upon  him  then, 
He  pull'd  him  down  upon  his  knee,  and  rushed  off  his  Helm  ; 
And  then  he  struck  his  neck  in  two,  and  when  he  had  done  so, 
From  Prison  threescore  Knights  and  four  Lancelot  delivered  tho. 

[Written  by  Thomas  Deloney.] 
London,  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere  Sf  J.  Wright. 

[In  Black-letter,  no  woodcut.  "Wood's  exemplar  also  was  printed  for  F.  Coles, 
etc.  ;  the  Pepysian  for  Alex.  Milbourne,  in  Green  Arbor  Court,  in  the  Little 
Old  Baily.  Two  columns  of  verse,  undivided  into  stanzas.  Date,  before  1600. 
Cf.  Malory's  Morte  dJ Arthur,  Bk.  vi.  cap.  7,  8,  9  (  =  106-108,  1634).  On 
p.  760  we  give  one  of  the  woodcuts  from  Bk.  ii.  1557]. 

*#*  Algernon  Charles  Swinburne  condemned  Tennyson's  suppression  of  Arthur's 
sin  that  led  to  the  birth  of  Mordred,  consequently  leaving  absent  any  retribution 
in  his  rebellion.  This  was  enforced  in  S.'s  "  Under  the  Microscope,"  his  conclusive 
answer  to  the  base  and  cowardly  pseud-anonymous  poison-stabs  against  Dante 
Eossetti  by  Truth's  'not  possible'  E.B.  (nomints  umbra) '  Thomas  Maitland,'  1871. 


I 


724 


€>t.  George  for  OBnrjIanti,  ann  tfje  Dragon. 

"  When  many  hardy  strokes  1i*'<l  dealt,  and  could  not  pierce  his  hide, 
He  run  his  sword  up  to  the  hilt,  in  ;if  the  Dragon's  side; 
By  which  he  did  hi>  life  destroy,  which  cheer' d  the  drooping  King, 
This  caus'd  an  universal  joy,  sweel  peals  of  Hells  did  ring." 

— Rich.  Johnson's  Seven  Champions  of  Christendom. 


T  is  very  sad  for  a  true-born  Englishman  to  have  to  confess  it,  in 
the  face  of  bumptious  (far  from  'gallant')  "little  "Wales" — where 
TaiTy  was  proverbially  what  he  has  continued  to  be  in  modern  days, 
noted  for  petty-larceny,  of  tithes-rent  or  other  small  matters  since 
Rebecca's  daughters  broke  toll-gates  ;  and  with  the  certainty  that  the 
meek  Scot  and  the  rational  law-abiding  Irish  Leaguer  (when  found) 
may  take  a  mean  advantage  of  us  for  being  candid;  but  it  is  really 
impossible  to  get  up  any  enthusiasm  for  St.  George,  patron  saint 
though  he  be  chosen  of  our  noble  land,  and  glorified  on  our  desirable 
golden  coinage.  "We  prefer  the  Dragon.  Of  the  two  he  appears  to 
be  the  more  sincere  character.  Ugly  whispers  have  long  been  heard 
of  the  Bacon-seller  of  Cappadocia,  and  how  he  made  money — as 
people  in  the  Commissariat  department  of  other  than  the  Roman 
army  have  generally  contrived  to  do,  down  to  the  Crimean  epoch 
and  that  of  more  lamentable  Sedan.  Alban  Butler  has  not  much 
to  chronicle  concerning  so  lucky  a  saint,  except  his  birthplace, 
his  mother's  return  to  Palestine,  and  the  "  considerable  estate  which 
fell  to  her  son  George,"  before  he  became  "  a  tribune  or  Colonel  in 
the  army,"  his  promotion  by  Diocletian,  and  later  abandonment  of 
profitable  posts  when  the  Christians  were  next  persecuted,  so  that 
he  underwent  imprisonment  and  decapitation.  We  must  turn  to 
the  Legenda  Aurea  for  the  mythological  narrative  of  the  Princess 
Sabra  being  saved  from  the  Dragon,  whom  she  binds  with  her  girdle 
after  it  has  been  taught  good  manners  by  sundry  spear  wounds;  and 
how  the  king  her  father,  with  15,000  men,  and  any  convenient 
number  of  women  and  children,  are  all  at  once  converted  and 
baptized,  bo  soon  as  ever  the  ill-used  Dragon  has  had  his  head 
cut  off.  We  offer  no  objection  to  the  four  carts,  drawn  by  oxen, 
required  to  carry  off  the  Dragon's  body  from  that  city  of  Lybia 
called  Sylene  near  the  stagnant  lake.  While  we  were  about  it  we 
would  have  conceded  a  dozen  carts,  if  demanded:  "How  a  score  of 
bullocks?"  as  Justice  Shallow  used  to  say.  "Sir  Bevis  of  Hampton" 
furnished  the  materials  ready  made.  We  may  suspect  that  the  Sir 
Bevis  legend  and  the  St.  George  legend  wen;  misremembered  echoes 
of  Perseus  and  Andromeda,  perhaps  also  of  St.  Michael  trampling 
on  the  Arch-enemy  ;  with  a  nobly  caparisoned  steed  thrown  in,  to  add 
the  spice  of  novelty  as  an  angel  on  horseback.  But  if  such  a  thing 
were  mentioned  what  a  grievous  outcry  might  be  made  by  the  folk- 


St.  George  and  the  Dragon.  725 

lore  maunderers,  and  how  quickly  they  would  all  resolve  it  into  a 
Sun-myth  or  Nature-apologue.  Sabra  then  becomes  a  snow-ball 
and  the  Dragon  a  hard  frost,  St.  George  alias  Sol  riding  his  last 
horse,  counteracting  the  chill,  and  'making  it  hot'  for  the  Dragon. 

The  other  Champions  of  Christendom  belong  to  Richard  Johnson. 

Ours  was  an  old  ballad  when  it  was  mentioned  by  Ben  Jonson  in 
his  comedy  of  Bartholomew  Fair,  Act  ii.  scene  1,  October,  1614, 
where  Nightingale  proffers  his  songs  :  — 

Nightingale. — "  Ballads,  ballads  !  fine  new  ballads  ! — 

Hear  for  your  love,  and  buy  for  your  money, 

A  delicate  ballad  o'  the  ferret  and  the  coney  .  .  . 

Or  St.  George  that  0  !  did  break  the  Dragon'' s  heart." 

Percy  printed  the  ballad  in  his  Reliqy.es,  vol.  iii.  book  3rd  (p.  306 
of  edit.  1767),  from  an  old  black-letter  copy  in  the  Pepys  Collection, 
"  imprinted  at  London,  1612."  (This  is  Pepys  Coll.,  I.  87,  given  on 
our  p.  780,  viz.  "  Why  do  you  boast  of  Arthur  and  his  Knights?  ") 

A  totally  different  ballad  on  St.  George  and  the  Dragon,  beginning, 
"  Of  Hector  s  deeds  did  Homer  sing,  and  of  the  sack  of  stately  Troy," 
is  in  Roxburghe  Collection,  I,  128;  III.  620;  III.  849;  and  has 
been  already  reprinted  in  these  Roxburghe  Ballads,  vol.  i.  p.  380. 
Also  reprinted  in  Merry  Drollery,  1661,  ii.  122,  and  in  the  Antidote 
against  Melancholy  of  the  same  year;  in  Wit  and  Drollerg  of  1682, 
p.  273 ;  and  in  Wit  and  Mirth,  1684,  p.  29. 

That  our  present  ditty  was  imitated,  mocked,  or  parodied  by  the 
saucy  and  unexpurgated  "New  Ballad  of  King  Edward  IV.  and 
Jane  Shore"  needs  no  formal  demonstration.     The  imitation  was 

'  written  by  D.  D ,'  and  circulated  circd  1672.     Its  authorship 

was  fraudulently  assigned  to  Samuel  Butler,  in  so-called  Posthumous 
Works  of  1719,  iii.  p.  72.  A  copy  of  this  imitative  ballad  is  in 
Roxb.  Coll.,  III.  258,  but  it  is  unsuitable  for  our  present  Group. 
It  begins  (correcting  " Laius"  into  Lais)  thus, 

Why  should  we  boast  of  Lais  and  her  knights  ? 

Knowing  such  champions  entrapt  by  whorish  lights  ; 

Or  why  should  we  speak  of  Thais''  curled  locks  ? 

Or  Rhodope  that  gave  so  many  men  [worse  shocks]  ? 

Bead  old  stories,  and  there  you  shall  find 

How  Jane  Shore,  Jane  Shore,  she  pleas'd  King  Edward's  mind. 

Jane  Shore  she  was  for  England,  Queen  Fridegond  was  for  France, 

Sing  Honi  soit  qui  mat  y  pense  I 

It  is  also  in  the  Pills  to  Purge  Melancholy,  iv.  273,  1719  edition  ; 
in  J.  Roberts's  Old  Ballads,  i.  153,  1723  ;  and  Evans's,  i.  324. 

Another  burlesque  ballad,  belonging  no  less  to  the  Roxburghe 
Collection  (III.  626),  and  no  less  delayed  for  the  present  to  the 
final  volume  vii.  of  Roxburghe  Ballads,  is  that  describing  the 
victory  won  by  Moore  of  Moore  Hall  over  the  Dragon  of  Wantley, 
beginning,  "  Old  stories  tell  how  Hercules  a  Dragon  slew  at  Zerna." 
Pepys  copy  was  printed  for  Randal  Taylor,  near  Stationers'  Hall,  1 685. 


726  St.  George  and  the  Dragon. 

Even  the  absurdity  of  the  perpetual  shifting  of  characters 
throughout  our  present  "St.  George  and  the  Dragon"  made  it  the 
greater  1'avourite.  It  became  a  roll-call  of  chivalric  tales,  and  helped 
to  amuse  those  who  remembered  the  goodly  books  which  are  now 
found  unreadable  ;  prized  as  specimens  of  early  printers  in  black- 
letter  or  MSS.  for  the  E.E.Text  Society.  The  same  principle  of 
cataloguing  names,  but  with  an  admixture  of  double  entendre  or 
direct  grossness,  was  kept  in  view  for  the  Edward  IV.  and  Jane 
Shore  ballad  (of  Roxh.  Ballads,  Vol.  VII.). 

Our  "St.  George  for  England"  had  a  long  Second  Part  attached  to 
it  by  John  Grubb  (1645-1697);  this,  printed  in  1688,  "  The  British 
Heroes,  A  New  Poem  in  honour  of  St.  George,  by  Mr.  John  Grubb, 
School-master  of  Christ-Church,  Oxon,"  not  being  in  the  lloxburghe 
broadsides,  and  already  accessible  in  Percy's  Reliques,  vol.  iii.,  and 
Pills  to  Purge  Melancholy,  p.  303  (1699),  or  iii.  315  (1719),  need 
not  burden  our  crowded  pages.  It  is  terrifically  long-winded, 
being  twelve  irregular  stanzas,  a  total  of  402  lines  as  usually 
printed,  but  compressible  into  half  the  number.     It  begins  thus  :  — 

The  story  of  King  Arthur  old  is  very  memorable, 

The  number  of  his  valiant  knights,  and  roundness  of  his  Table, 

The  Knights  around  his  Table  in  a  circle  sate,  d'ye  see  : 

And  all  together  made  up  one  large  hoop  of  chivalry. 

He  had  a  Sword,  both  broad  and  sharp,  y-cleped  Caliburn,         [=  Excalibur. 

'T  would  cut  a  flint  more  easily  than  pen-knife  cuts  a  corn ; 

As  case-knife  does  a  Capon  carve,  so  would  it  carve  a  rock, 

And  split  a  man  at  single  slash,  from  noddle  down  to  nock. 

As  Roman  Augur's  steel  of  yore  dissected  Tarquin,s  riddle,  Tpoppy-hcads. 

So  this  -would  cut  both  conjuror  and  whetstone  through  the  middle. 

He  was  the  cream  of  Brecknock,  and  flower  of  all  the  Welsh ; 

But  George  he  did  the  Dragon  fell,  and  gave  him  a  plaguy  squelch.     [=  crush. 

St.  George  he  teas  for  England  ;  St.  Dennis  was  for  France, 

Sing,  Honi  soit  qui  mal  y  pense  ! 

"With  a  pleasant  humour  it  mentions  the  amazon  Thalestris:  — 

She  kept  the  chasteness  of  a  nun,  in  armour  as  in  cloyster : 
But  George  undid  the  Dragon  just  as  you'd  undo  an  oyster. 

A  unique  modernization  of  our  St.  George  ballad,  entitled  "  St. 
George  for  England,  and  St.  Dennis  for  Erance,"  is  in  Wood's 
Collection,  401,  fol.  117,  subscribed  "  S.  S."  (probably  Samuel 
Shepherd),  printed  circd  1659  for  "VVm.  Gilbertson,  in  Guilt-Spur 
Street  (tune  in  Popular  Music,  p.  287).     It  begins  thus: — 

What  need  we  brag  or  boast  at  all  of  Arthur  and  his  Knights, 

Knowing  how  many  gallant  men  they  have  subdued  in  fights ; 

For  bold  Sir  Lancelot  du  Lake  was  of  the  Table  Round  ; 

And  fighting  for  a  lady's  sake,  his  sword  with  fame  was  crown'd  ; 

Sir  Tarquin,  that  great  giant  his  vassal  did  remain:  [Of.  p.  723. 

But  St.  George,  St.  George,  the  Dragon  he  hath  slain. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  was  for  France, 
0  honi  soit  qui  mal  y  pense  ! 


'27 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  716,  720  ;  Bagford.  II.  16  ;  Jersey,  IT.  219  ;  C.  22. 
c.  2.  fol.  4  ;  (Pepya  I.  87  ;)  Euing,  222  ;  Douce,  III.  89. J 

3n  €ntllmt  Ballati  of 

&t*  George  anD  tt)e  2Dragom 

[The  Tune  is,  When  Flying  Fame.] 


WHy  should  we  boast  of  Arthur  and  his  Knights, 
Knowing  how  many  Men  have  performed  Fights  ? 
Or  why  should  we  speak  of  Sir  Lancelot  du  Lake,  [<?/.  p.  726. 

Or  Sir  Tristram  du  Leon,  that  fought  for  Ladies'  sake  ? 
Read  but  old  Stories,  and  there  you  shall  see 
How  St.  George,  St.  George,  he  made  the  Dragon  flee. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  was  for  France, 
Sing,  Honi  soit  qui  mal  y  Pense  ! 


Note.—  As  mentioned  on  p.  672,  this  tune  (given  in  Chappell's  Popular  Music, 
p.  287)  takes  its  name  from  a  lost  ballad,  beginning  "When  Flying  Fame.''' 
Quite  distinct  from  "  When  Busy  Fame,'''  of  date  1684  :  see  the  words  on  p.  102. 


728 


St.  George  and  the  Dragon. 


To  speak  of  [the]  Monarcha  it  were  too  long  to  tell, 
And  likewise  to[o]  the  Romans,  how  far  they  did  excel. 
Hannibal  and  Sci/>io  in  many  a  Field  did  Fight ; 
Orlando  Furioso,  he  was  a  valiant  Knight; 
Romulus  and  Rhemus  were  those  that  Rome  did  build; 
lint  .St.  George,  St.  George,  the  Dragon  he  hath  kill'd, 

£^.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  ivas  for  France,  etc.  30 

Jepthah  and  Gideon  they  led  their  Men  to  fight,  [SeeiTotep.  729. 

The  Gibbionites  and  Ammonites,  they  put  them  all  to  Flight: 

Herculus  and  his  Labour  was  in  the  Vale  of  Bass  ; 

And  Sampson  slew  a  Thousand  with  the  Jaw-bone  of  an  Ass  ; 

And,  when  he  was  blind,  pull'd  the  Temple  to  the  ground  : 

But  St.  George,  St.  George,  the  Dragon  did  confound. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  was  for  Fiance,  etc. 

Valentine  and  Orson,  they  came  of  Pepin's  Blood  ; 

Alfred  and  A  Ulricas,  they  were  brave  Knights  and  good; 

The  four  Sons  of  Amnion,  that  fought  with  Charlemain,     \i.e.Aymon. 

Sir  Hugh[on]  de  Bourdeanx,  and  Godfrey  de  Bulloign, 

These  were  all  French  Knights,  the  Pagans  to  convert ; 

Dut  St.  George,  St.  George,  he  pull'd  out  the  Dragon's  Heart. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  etc.  60 

King  Henry  the  Fifth,  he  conquered  all  France  ;  [Of-  p-  744- 

He  quartered  their  Arms  his  Honour  to  advance : 
He  rased  their  walls,  and  pull'd  their  Cities  down,  [text, "  rais'd." 

And  he  garnish' d  his  Head  with  a  double-tripple-Crown  : 
He  thumped  the  French,  and  after  Home  he  came  ; 
But  St.  George,  St.  George,  he  made  the  Dragon  tame. 
St.  George  he  was  for  England,  etc. 

St.  David,  you  know,  lov'd  Leeks  and  toasted  Cheese ; 

And  Jason  was  the  Man  brought  home  the  Golden  Fleece ; 

And  Patrick,  you  know,  he  was  St.  George's  Boy;       {Suggestive, very} 

Seven  years  he  kept  his  Horse,  then  stole  him  away, 

For  which  knavish  Act  a  Slave  he  doth  remain: 

But  St.  George,  St.  George,  he  hath  the  Dragon  slain. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  etc.  90 

Tamerlane,  the  Emperor  in  Iron  Cage  did  Crown,  [Sultan  Bajazct. 

With  all  his  bloody  Flags  display'd  before  the  Town  ; 
Scanderberg,  magnanimous,  Mahomet's  Bashaws  did  dread, 
"Whose  victorious  Bones  were  worn  when  he  was  dead  ; 
His  Beglerbegs  he  scorn'd  like  dregs,  George  Castriot  was  he  call'd : 
But  St.  George,  St.  George,  the  Dragon  he  hath  maul'd. 
St.  George  he  was  for  England,  etc. 


St.  George  and  the  Dragon.  729 

Ottoman  the  Tartar,  he  came  of  Persia's  Race  ; 
The  great  Mogul  with  's  chest  so  full  of  cloves  and  mace ; 
The  Grecian  Youth,  Bucephalous  he  manfully  did  bestride :       [Alex. 
But  these,  with  their  Worthies  Nine,  St.  George  did  them  deride. 
Gustavus  Adolphus  was  Swedeland's  warlike  King: 
But  St.  George,  St.  George,  he  pull'd  forth  the  Dragon's  sting. 
St.  George  he  was  for  England,  etc.  120 

Pendragon  and  Cadwallader,  of  British  Blood  do  boast; 
Tho'  John  of  Gaunt  his  Foes  did  daunt,  St.  George  shall  rule  the  Roast: 
Agamemnon  and  Clemedon,  and  Macedon  did  Eeats  : 
But  compared  to  our  Champion,  they  are  but  meer  Cheats. 
Brave  Malta  Knights  in  Turkish  fights  their  brandish'd  swords  out- 
drew  :  [text,  "  flights." 

But  St.  George  met  the  Dragon,  and  run  him  through  and  through. 
St.  George  he  was  for  England,  etc. 

Bidia  the  Amazon,  Foetus  overthrew,  laI- lect-  Putins,  Proteus,  Poms. 

As  fierce  as  either  Vandal,  Goth,  Saracen  or  Jew  : 
The  potent  Holofemes,  as  he  lay  in  his  Bed, 
In  came  Wise  Judith,  and  subtiley  stole  his  Head : 
Brave  Cyclops  stout  with  Jove  fought,  tho'  he  shower'd  clown  thunder: 
But  St.  George  kill'd  the  Dragon,  and  was  not  that  a  Wonder  ? 
St.  George  he  was  for  England,  etc.  150 

Mark  Anthony,  I'll  warrant  you,  play'd  feats  with  Egypt's  Queen ; 
Sir  Eglamore,  that  valiant  Knight,  the  like  was  never  seen. 
Grim  Gorgon's  might  was  known  in  fight,  Old  Bevis  most  men  frighted ; 
The  Myrmidons  and  Prester  Johns,  why  were  not  these  men  knighted  ? 
Brave  Spinola  took  in  Breda,  Nassau  did  it  recover : 
But  St.  George,  St.  George,  turn'd  the  Dragon  over  and  over, 
St.  George  he  was  for  England,  \_St.  Denis  was  for  Erance. 
Sing  Honi  soit  Qui  mat  y  Pense\. 

[White-letter.  1st  has  no  colophon,  the  2nd  and  later  was  Printed  and  Sold  in 
Aldermary  Church- Yard,  Bow-Lane,  London.  Each  has  one  woodcut  of  St. 
George  on  horseback,  slaying  the  Dragon :  for  which  we  substitute  the  cut 
from  "Sir  Eglamore,"  on  p.  725.  Euing  copy  was  printed  for  JR.  Coles,  T. 
Vere,  and  /.  Whit  wood.     Others  for  W.  Ouley.     Date  before  1661.] 

*„*  Of  the  numerous  heroes  mentioned,  many  were  made  the  theme  of  separate 
ballads:  Sir  Lancelot  du  Lac,  Sir  Guy  of  Warwick,  and  Henry  the  Fifth,  here 
preceding  or  immediately  following.  Jephtha,  Samson,  Alfred  the  Great,  and 
Sir  Eglamour,  have  been  already  reprinted,  respectively  in  vi.  685  ;  ii.  460 ;  ii. 
211  ;  and  iii.  607.     See  the  Appendix  to  present  vol.,  p.  774  (Pepys'  Version). 

There  are  numerous  variations  in  our  St.  George,  from  that  given  in  the 
Mysteries  of  Love  and  Eloquence;  or,  The  Art  of  Wooing  and  Complimenting 
[by  Edward  Phillips,  Milton's  nephew],  1658. 

Not  hitherto  reprinted  was  the  ballad  mentioned  by  Pepys,  as  having  been 
read  by  him,  6  March,  1667,  "in  praise  of  the  Duke  of  Albemarle,  to  the 
tune  of  St.  George — the  tune  being  printed  too  "  (see  our  p.  136,  and  the  Luttrell 
Collection,  I.  101),  "  made  in  August,  1666  "  :  it  is  given  on  our  next  page. 


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3n  ^croicnl  &>ong  on  tlir  CCtortfiu  and  Valiant  exploits 
of  our  &ob\t  Loco  Crucial, 

George,  SDuftc  of  Albemarle,  etc., 

315orlj  bii  liant)  and  £>ra. 

Made  in  August,  1G66.     To  the  Tune  of  St.  George.    [See  p.  727.] 

KING  Arthur  and  his  Men  they  valiant  were  and  hold. 
The  Table  Round  was  high  renown'd,  twelve  hardy  knights  did  hold  ; 
All,  in  the  dayes  of  old,  extoll'd  for  Chivalrie  : 
But  they  long  since  are  dead,  and  under  ground  do  lie. 
To  keep  up  England's  Fame,  our  present  Story  tells 
How  Lord  George,  Lord  George,  in  prowess  now  excells. 

Lord  George  was  bom  in  England,  restored  his  Countrye's  joy  ; 

Come,  let  us  sing  Vive  le  Roy  !  Vive  le  Roy  !  8 

The  Monarchies,  all  four,  were  purchased  with  hlood  ; 
Carthage  of  old,  and  Rome  as  bold,  each  other  long  withstood  ; 
And  many  lives  were  lost  in  every  enterprize. 
Orlando  Furioso,  he  was  more  rash  than  wise  : 
But  never  heard  before,  so  well  contrived  a  thing, 
How  Lord  George,  Lord  George,  in  Peace  brought  home  our  King. 

Lord  George  was  born  in  England,  restored  his  Countrye's  Joy,  etc. 

French  Mouiisieur  complements,  his  cracks  and  cringes  many  ; 
The  Spanish  Don  his  Hat  keeps  on,  and  looks  as  hig  as  any  ; 
The  Lrish  Tory  fierce  ;   Venetians'  courage  hot  ;  [n.b. 

The   Welshman  still  high  born  ;  most  subtle  is  the  Scot  : 
But  yet  among  them  all,  deny  it  now  who  can, 
Still  Lord  George,  Lord  George,  Renowned  Englishman  : 
Lord  George  [was  bom  in  England],  &c. 

Darby  and  Cupel  both  did  Noble  Martyrs  die, 

Their  latest  breath,  unto  the  Death,  pronouncing  Loyaltie  ; 

Good  Subjects  many  more  did  suffer  death  most  vile, 

In  Scotland  brave  Montrose  was  murder'd  by  Argyle  : 

For  King  and  Countries  sake,  all  these  laid  down  their  lives  ; 

But  Lord  George,  Lord  George,  to  serve  his  Prince  survives. 

Lord  George  [was  bom  in  England],  cDc.  32 

Brave  famous  Noblemen,  and  others  here,  did  fight 
For  Charles  his  Cause,  when  'gainst  the  Lawes  detained  was  his  Right, 
In  those  unhappy  Wars  dy'd  many  Worthies  good, 
Did  win  Immortal  Fame  by  losing  loyal  blood  : 
Yet  maugre  all  their  force,  Usurpers  got  the  Throne  ; 
But  Lord  George,  Lord  George,  he  gave  the  King  his  own. 

Lord  George  [was  born  in  England],  &c. 
By  many  Battles  fought,  the  Turk's  a  potent  Lord  ; 
King  Philip's  Son  of  Macedon  got  all  the  world  by  's  sword  ; 
Great  William  'gain'd  this  Land,  and  all  the  Danes  drave  out ; 
Fifth  Harry  Conquer'd  France,  by  force  and  valour  stout :     [Vide  p.  7  n. 
Their  greatness  to  encrease,  these  exercised  their  might ; 
But  Lord  George,  Lord  George,  doth  for  his  Master  fight. 

Lord  George  [was  born  in  England],  &c.  48 


Heroical  Song  on  George,  Duke  of  Albemarle.         731 

Jephtha  and  Gideon  by  Miracle  did  strike,  [Vide  p  C85. 

The  Son  of  Nun  did  stay  the  Sun,  no  Man  did  do  the  like  ; 

Sampson  was  the  strongest  begot  of  humane  race  ; 

Jonathan  and  David  kill'd  Philistin[e\s  apace  : 

All  those  did  fight  on  Land,  their  foes  when  slaughter'd  they  ; 

But  Lord  George,  Lord  George  rides  Conquerour  at  Sea. 

Lord  George  [was  born  in  England],  &c. 
Of  many  brave  Exploits  do  ancient  Stories  tell, 
But  Sea-fights  such  as  ours  with  Dutch,  yet  none  could  parallel  — 
Towards  Midsummer  the  Moon  works  strongly  on  their  brain, 
If  in  the  month  of  June  they  venture  once  again  ; 
For  thrice  they  had  the  worst  at  that  time  of  the  year, 
And  Lord  George,  Lord  George  still  keeps  them  all  in  fear. 

Lord  George  [was  born  in  England],  dec.  64 

We  often  read  of  Knights,  [who]  wilde  Beasts  did  overcome  ; 
Our  General,  beyond  them  all,  beats  Belgick  Lyon  home  ; 
A  Beast  of  wondrous  size,  sometime  did  hold  him  play, 
But  he  the  Conquest  gain'd  upon  St.  James's  day.        [»■«■  25>  26  June,  1666. 
The  Lyon  then  was  hurt,  did  lamentably  rore, 
But  Lord  George,  Lord  George  since  that  did  wound  it  more. 
Lord  George  [was  born  in  England],  efce. 

The  Victory  obtain'd,  was  further  still  made  good, 

Our  Englishmen,  unto  their  Den,  the  Dutchmen  home  pursu'd  ; 

Their  Fleet  in  Harbour  fir'd,  their  Village  sack'd  and  bum'd, 

Made  Butterboxes  swear  the  Monck  to  Devil  was  turn'd  ;  [=  Dutch. 

As  flam'd  the  Trojan  Walls,  so  did  their  Ships,  or  worse, 

For  Lord  George,  Lord  George  sent  in  the  Wooden-horse. 

Lord  George  [was  bom  in  England],  &c.  bO 

If  daring  French-men  now  our  Valour  longs  to  try, 
Soon  us  he  will,  we  ready  still,  his  mind  to  satisfie, 
His  Itch  shall  quickly  Cure,  when  he  shall  feel  our  sword, 
With  Dutch  not  blunted  yet,  we'l  t'other  Bout  afford  ; 
And  if  he  thinks  it  good,  the  Dane  may  likewise  call, 
For  Lord  George,  Lord  George  doth  hope  to  beat  them  all. 
Lord  George  [was  bom  in  England],  dec. 

Success  wait  on  his  Arm,  till  Tryurnph  bring  him  home 

To  Native  soil,  enrich'd  with  spoil  of  Enemies  o're-Come  : 

Whilst  they  by  Weeping-Cross  are  driven  back  again, 

May  he  with  joy  return  to  his  Dear  Soveraign  ; 

And  in  his  proper  Orb,  with  Honour  still  attend, 

Till  Lord  George,  Lord  George  'mong  Angels  shall  ascend. 

Lord  George  was  bom  in  England,  Itestor'd  his  Countrye's  Joy, 
Come,  let  us  end,  Vive  le  Roy.  96 

(Licens'd  according  to  Order.) 

London,  Printed  by  W.  Godbid  for  John  Plat/ford  at  his  Shop  in  the  Temple,  1667. 

[In  White-letter,  with  staves  of  music  above,  double  columns,  no  woodcut.] 


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%k  <&ny  of  (DcHavtotcfc, 

Merrythought. — (Sings.)  "  Was  n<  ver  man  for  Lady's  sake,  Down  down, 
Tormented  as  I  poor  Quy—De  deny  d  von. 
Y»v  Lucy's  sake,  that  Lady  bright — Down,  down, 
.\-  ever  man  beheld  with  eye  :  1><  derry  //■itm." 

— Knight  of  the  Burning  Pestle,  Act  ii.  sc.  7. 


I'll  ballad-hero,  Sir  Guy  of  Warwick,  was  so  deservedly  famous 
of  old,  thanks  to  romancers  and  minstrels  who  delighted  to  sing  in 
praise  of  his  valiant  acts,  and  how  '  he  made  a  good  end,'  that  to  he 
named  alter  him,  and  esteemed  to  resemble  him  in  courage,  faith- 
fulness and  purity,  was  high  honour.     Now  avons  ehangea  tout  cela  ! 

To  call  any  man  'a  Guy,'  or  'a  regular  Guy,'  could  scarcely  be 
esteemed  a  compliment  in  modern  days,  when  ignorant  perversion 
of  judgement  has  discredited  the  name  of  hapless  Guido  Fawkes, 
who  had  been  willing  to  immolate  his  own  life  after  the  manner  of 
Samson,  to  ensure  the  destruction  of  the  enemies  and  persecutors 
of  his  faith  and  creed.  There  have  been  worse  men,  murderers  and 
rebels  against  law,  for  whom  party  spite  dares  claim  the  title  of 
martyrs,  but  few,  except  Charles  Lamb  and  W.  Harrison  Ainsworth, 
tried  to  do  justice  to  the  man  of  forlorn  hope,  who  died  in  1605. 

Registers  of  the  Stationers'  Company,  B.  fol.  283=  Transcript,  ii. 
601,  mark  the  original  of  our  ballad  : — 

On  V"1  January  159|  to  Richard  Jones,  was  "  entred  vnto  him  for  his  copie 
under  master  II 'n't kills  hande,  A  plesaiite  song e  of  the  valiant  actes  of  GUY  of 
War  wide :  to  the  tune  of, '  Was  euer  man  so  lost  [or  tost]  in  love  '  .  .  .  vjd." 

This  is  indisputably  our  present  Roxburghe  Ballad,  but  of  the 
earliest  edition,  and  sung  to  its  own  tune.  Bishop  Percy  tells  that 
a  French  history  of  Sir  Guy  appeared  in  1525,  (and  that  it  is  alluded 
to  in  the  old  Spanish  romance,  Tirante  el  Blanco,  written  not  long 
after  1430,  according  to  the  French  translation  thereof).  Puttenham 
records  that  the  antique  English  romance  (an  imperfect  copy  of 
which,  printed  for  Win,  Copland,  circa  1560,  is  in  Brit.  Mus.),  in 
verse,  was  'sung  to  the  harp  at  Christmas  dinners  and  brideales.' — 
Puttenhara's  Arte  of  English  Poenie,  1589.  Richard  Corbet  (1582- 
1635)  made  an  episcopal  onslaught,  by  writing  in  his  Iter  Boreale:  — 

"  May  all  the  ballads  be  call'd  in  and  dye, 
Which  sing  the  warrs  of  Colebrand  and  Sir  Guy  .'" 

Fletcher  had  launched  a  playful  shaft  of  burlesque  at  it  (motto 
above),  in  1610  ;  and  Samuel  Butler,  in  describing  Talgol,  sang, 

'  lie  many  a  boar  and  huge  dun-cow 
Did,  like  another  Guy,  o'erthrow  ; 
But  Guy  with  him  in  fight  compar'd 
Had  like  the  boar  or  duu-cow  far'd.' — 

Jludibras,  Tart  I.  canto  2, 1.  308. 


Legends  concerning  Sir  Guy  of  Warwick.  733 

The  history  of  the  various  phases  of  the  Guy  of  Warwick 
legend  is  interesting  (see  Percy  Folio  Manuscript,  Ballads  and 
Romances,  1868,  ii.  509-526,  Introduction  to  'Guy  and  Colebrande ' 
=  "  When  meate  and  diinke  is  great  plentye  .  .  .  the  most  I  prayse 
Sir  Guy  of  "Warwicke,  that  noble  knight").  We  give  here  what 
remains  of  our  ballad  in  the  MS.  The  name  of  Guy's  relinquished 
wife,  now  printed  as  Phillis,  is  by  John  Rous  (appointed  priest  at 
the  chapel  of  Guy's  Cliff,  erected  by  Richard  Beauchamp  in  1422, 
with  a  statue  of  Guy),  given  as  Dame  Felys  ;  elsewhere,  by  Leland, 
as  Felice,    Guy  flourished  in  the  tenth  century,  in  reign  of  Atbelstan. 

[Percy  Folio  Manuscript,  Brit.  Mus.  Add.  MS.  27879,  fol.  125  =p.  254.] 

[Fragment  of  i  Guy  and  Phillis''  :  beginning  destroyed  by  Bp.   Percy,  179-1.] 

In  Winsor  Forest  I  did  slay  /  a  bore  of  passing  might  &  strenght, 

Whose  like  in  England  neufer]  was  /  for  hngenesse,  both  for  breadth  &  lenght ; 

Some  of  his  bones  in  Warwicke  yett  /  within  tlie  Castle  there  doth  lye  ; 

one  of  his  sheeld  bones  to  this  day  /  doth  hang  in  the  Citye  of  Couentrye. 

on  Dnnsmore  heath  I  alsoe  slewe  /  a  mightye  wyld  &  cruell  beast 

calld  the  Duncow  of  Dunsmore  heath  /  wch  many  people  had  opprest. 

Some  of  her  bones  in  warwicke  yett  /  there  for  a  monument  doth  lye, 

wch  vnto  euery  lookers  veue  /  as  wonderous  strange  they  may  espye. 

Another  Dragon  in  this  Land  /  in  fight  I  also  did  destroye, 

Who  did  bothe  men  &  beasts  oppresse  /  &  all  the  countrye  sore  anoye  : 

&  then  to  warwicke  came  ag-aine  /  like  Pilgrim  poore,  &  was  not  knowen  ; 

&  there  I  liued  a  Hermitts  litre  /  a  mile  &  more  out  of  the  towne. 

Where  wth  my  hands  1  hewed  a  house  /  out  of  a  craggy  rocke  of  stone, 

&  liued  like  a  palmer  poore  /  wthin  the  caue  my  selfe  alone. 

&  dayle  came  to  begg  my  foode  /  of  Phillis  at  my  castle  gate, 

not  knowing  to  my  loued  wiffe  /  who  daylye  moned  for  her  mate.  [known. 

till  att  the  last  I  fell  soe  sicke  /  yea,  sicke  soe  sore  that  I  must  dye. 

I  sent  to  her  a  ring  of  gold  /  by  wch  shee  knew  me  presentlye : 

then  shee,  repairing  to  the  graue  /  befor  that  I  gaue  vp  the  ghost, 

Shee  closed  vp  my  dying  eyes  /  my  Phillis  faire,  whom  I  loued  most. 

thus  dreadfull  death  did  me  arrest  /  to  bring  my  corpes  vnto  the  graue  ; 

&  like  a  palmer  dyed  I,  wherby  I  sought  my  soule  to  saue, 

tho  now  it  be  consumed  to  mold  /  my  body  that  endured  this  toyle,  [transp. 

my  stature  ingrauen  in  marble  [cjold  /  this  present  time  you  may  behold.  ["Mold." 

JFtn[tj0. 

[Oddly  enough,  such  hiding  away  voluntarily  from  a  beloved  wife,  yet  con- 
triving to  see  her  daily,  though  unknown  by  her,  meets  us  again  in  modern  time, 
in  Nathaniel  Hawthorne's  story  of  "Wakefield"  (see  Twice-Told  Tales,  1851  : 
compare  his  Note- Books,  where  the  incident  is  recorded).  Mentioning  Guy,  in 
Hud/bras,'  Dr.  Zachary  Grey  refers  to  The  Taller,  No.  148  ;  Heylin's  History  of 
St.  George,  Part  I.  cap.  iv.  sect.  8  ;  Part  II.  c.  i.  s.  9  ;  Natb.  Salmon's  Hist. 
of  Hertfordshire,  pp.  140,  141  ;  Chr.  Brooke's  Panegyric  Verses  upon  T.  Coryat 
and  his  Crudities  ;  and  Dr.  King's  Art  of  Cookery,  p.  27.] 

The  fragments  of  Humphrey  Crouch's  History  of  Guy  Earl  of 
Warwick,  1655,  have  been  already  mentioned  on  our  p.  542  (read 
prosaic;  not  prose).    Since  they  belong  to  the  Roxb.  Coll.  (III.  218- 
219  verso),  and  are  on  the  same  subject,  they  are  given  on  p.  737. 


:--;i 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  ITT.  60;    Bagford,  II.  19;   Pepya,  I.  522:  Douce,  I. 
92  verso  ;    III.  83  verso  :    Wood,  401.  3  ;  402.  6.] 

a  pleasant  song  of  rlie  Galiant  Deeos  of  Cnt&alni, 
atchieuefc  bn  tliat  0  oble  tonight,  £>tr  Guy  of  Warwick, 
Uilio  for  tlic  lobe  of  fair  Phillis  became  a  permit,  nutv 
oneo  in  a  Caue  of  a  Craggu  lilocfc,  a  mile  distant  fiom 

Warwick.  To  the  Tunc  of  Was  ever  man,  Sfe. 


AV 


As  ever  Knight  for  Ladie's  sake  so  lost  in  love  as  I  Sir  Guy? 
For  Phillis  fair,  that  Lady  bright,  as  ever  man  beheld  with  eye  ; 
She  gave  me  leave  myself  to  try  the  valiant  Knights  with  shield 

and  spear 
Ere  that  her  love  she  would  grant  me,  which  made  me  venture  far 
and  near. 

The  proud  Sir  Guy,  a  barron  bold,  in  deeds  of  arms  the  Doubtful 

Kni°ht  [i.e.  the  Redoubtable  Knight. 

That  every  day  in  England  was,  with  sword  and  spear  in  field  to  fight: 
An  English-man  I  was  by  birth,  in  faith  of  Christ  a  Christian  true ; 
The  wicked  Laws  of  Infidels  I  sought  by  power  to  subdue.  16 

Two  hundred  twenty  years  and  odd  after  our  Saviour  Christ,  his  birth, 
When  King  Athelston  wore  the  Crown,  I  lived  here  upon  the  earth  : 
Sometimes  I  was  of  Warwick  Earl,  and  as  I  said,  in  very  truth, 
A  Ladie's  love  did  me  constrain  to  seek  strange  vertues  in  my  youth. 


The  Valiant  Deeds  of  Sir  Guii  of  Warwick.  735 

To  try  my  fame  by  feats  of  Arras,  in  strange  and  sundry  heathen 

Lands, 
Where  I  atchieved  for  her  sake  right  dangerous  conquests  with  my 

hands. 
For  first  I  sail'd  to  Normandy,  and  there  I  stoutly  won  in  fight 
The  Emperor's  daughter  of  Almany  from  many  a  valiant  worthy 

Knight.  32 

Then  passed  I  the  Seas  of  Greece,  to  help  the  Emperor  to  his  right, 
Against  the  mighty  Soldan's  Hoast,  of  puissant  Persians  foe  to  fight: 
Where  I  did  slay  of  Sarazens  and  heathen  Pagans  many  a  Man ; 
And  slew  the  Soldan's  Couzin  dear,  who  had  to  namedaughty  Calbron. 

Ezkeldred,  that  Famous  Knight,  to  death  likewise  I  did  pursue, 
And  Almain,  King  of  Tyre,  also,  most  terrible  too  in  fight  to  view. 
I  went  into  the  Soldan's  Hoast,  being  thither  on  ambassage  sent, 
And  brought  away  his  head  with  me,  I  having  slain  him  in  his  Tent. 

There  was  a  Dragon  in  the  Land,  which  also  I  myself  did  slay, 
As  he  a  Lyon  did  pursue,  most  fiercely  met  me  by  the  way  : 
From  thence  I  past  the  Seas  of  Greece,  and  came  to  Pavy  land  aright, 
Where  I  the  Duke  of  Pavy  kill'd,  his  hainous  treason  to  requite. 

And  after  came  into  this  Land,  towards  fair  Phillis,  Lady  bright, 
For  love  of  whom  I  travelled  far  to  try  my  manhood  and  my  might : 
But  when  I  had  espoused  her,  I  staid  with  her  but  forty  days, 
But  there  I  left  this  Lady  fair,  and  then  I  went  beyond  the  Seas. 

All  clad  in  gray  in  Pilgrim  sort,  my  voyage  from  here  I  did  take, 
Unto  that  blessed  Holy  Land,  for  Jesus  Christ  my  Saviour's  sake : 
Where  I  Earl  Jonas  did  redeem,  and  all  his  Sons,  which  were  fifteen, 
Who  with  the  cruel  Sarazens  in  Prison  for  long  time  had  been.     72 

I  slew  the  Gyant  Amarant  in  battel  fiercely  hand  to  hand, 
And  Daughty  Barhiard  killed  I,  the  mighty  Duke  to  that  same  Land: 
Then  I  to  England  came  again,  and  here  with  Colbron  fell  I  fought, 
An  ugly  Gyant,  which  the  Danes  had  for  their  Champion  thither 

brought.  [Otherwise,  Colebrand,  p.  xxxi*. 


'D' 


I  overcame  him  in  the  field,  and  slew  him  dead  right  valiantly ; 
Where  I  the  Land  did  then  redeem,  from  Danish  tribute  utterly : 
And  afterwards  I  offered  up  the  use  of  weapons  solemnly ; 
At  Winchester,  whereas  I  fought  in  sight  many  far  and  nigh.        88 

In  Windsor  Forest  I  did  slay  a  Boar  of  passing  might  and  strength, 
Thelike  in  England  neverwas,  for  hugeness  both  inbreadthand  length; 
Some  of  his  bones  in  Warwick  yet  within  the  Castle  there  do  lie ; 
Que  of  his  shield  bones  to  this  day  hangs  in  the  City  of  Coventry. 


r36 


The  Valiant  Deeds  of  Sir  Guy  of  Warwick. 


On  Dunsmore-htath  I  also  slew  a  monstrous  wild  and  cruel  beast, 
Call'dthe  Dun  Cowot  Dunsmore-heath,  which  many  people  had  opprest: 
Some  of  her  bones  in   Warwick  yet  still  for  a  monument  do  lie; 
"Which  unto  every  looker's  view  as  wondrous  strange  they  may  espy. 

Another  Dragon  in  the  Land  I  also  did  in  fight  destroy, 

Which  did  both  man  and  beasts  oppress  and  all  the  Country  sore  annoy  : 

And  then  to  Warwick  came  again,  like  Pilgrim  poor,  and  was  not 

known,1 
And  there  I  liv'd  a  Hermit's  life,  a  mile  and  more  out  of  the  town. 

Where  with  my  hand  I  hew'd  a  house  out  of  a  craggy  rock  of  stone, 
And  lived  like  a  Palmer  poor  within  that  Cave  my  self  alone  : 
And  daily  came-  to  beg  my  food  of  Phillis  at  my  Castle  Gate, 
Not  known  unto  my  loving  Wife,  who  mourned  daily  for  her  mate. 

Till  at  the  last  I  fell  sore  sick,  yea  sick  so  sore  that  I  must  dye ; 
I  sent  to  her  a  ring  of  gold,  by  which  she  knew  me  presently: 
Then  she  repairing  to  the  Cave,  before  that  I  gave  up  the  Ghost ; 
Herself  clos'd  up  my  dying  eyes,  my  Phillis  fair,  whom  I  lov'd  most. 

Thus  dreadful  death  did  me  arrest,  to  bring  my  corps  unto  the  Grave. 
And  like  a  Palmer  dyed  I,  whereby  I  sought  my  life  to  save : 
My  body  in  Warwick  yet  doth  lie,  though  now  it  be  consum'd  to  mold, 
My  statue  there  was  graven  in  stone,   this  present  day  you  may 
behold.2 

ift'nt's. 

Piinted  for  ./.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  J.  Wright,  and  J.  Clarke. 

[Registered  by  Stationers'  Cornp.,  5  January,  159|.     Black-letter.     Two  cuts.] 

1  "  Like  Pilgrim  poor,  in  place  obscure,"  begins  an  early  ballad.     It  is  in  The 
Phanix  Nest,  1593,  and  Hail.  MS.  No.  6910,  etc. 

2  Compare  Note,  p.  781. 


737 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  218,  219  verso.} 

€f)e  ©crouk  rpistorj?  of  0up,  <2BarIe  of  (KHartoicfc. 

London  :  Written  by  Hymphery  Crovch. 

[Fragments  only ] 

Valiant  Guy  bestirs  bis  bands,  tbe  Dragon  back  did  shrink, 
Tbe  Giant  Bumbo  quaking  stands  :  and  knew  not  what  to  think. 
Guy  gets  tbe  victory  at  last,  which  made  great  Bumbo  glad: 
lie  was  full  glad  tbe  fight  was  past,  for  be  before  was  sad  : 
Tbe  greatfull  Lion  Guy  did  greet,  when  be  to  bim  did  goe, 
And  thankfully  did  lick  his  feet. 

Because 

And  when  my  father  heares  the  truth,  take  Phelice  for  thine  owne. 

"Win  honour  by  thy  niarshall  hand,  and  by  a  war-like  life, 

When  this  I  cam'e  to  understand,  take  Phelice  for  thy  wife." 

"  Phelice,  I  aske  no  more,"  said  he,  "  call  Guy  a  coward  swain, 

If  he  refuse  to  fight  for  thee,  thy  love  for  to  obtaine." 

0  woe  to  him  that  counts  that  good,  that  doth  procure  his  care, 

Who  wins  a  wife  with  losse  of  blood,  doth  buy  his  barga[i]n  deare. 

Yet  whilst  he  hath  a  drop  to  bleed,  Guy  will  not  idle  lye, 

Performing  many  a  worthy  deed,  and  acts  of  Chivelry. 

In  France  he  prov'd  himself  a  man,  unhorst  them  one  by  one, 

He  there  cast  down  both  horse  and  man,  and  fame  and  honour  won, 

He  then  to  England  comes  a  maine,  to  see  his  Heart's  delight, 

But  Phelice  sends  him  forth  againe,  sence  he  so  well  could  fight.  [since. 

To  fight  for  her  he  would  not  grutch  whom  he  esteemed  deare, 

Because  he  loved  her  so  much,  no  danger  did  he  feare, 

No  danger  may  he  fear  that  strives  to  winn  a  Ladies  love, 

And  howsoever  the  business  thrives,  obedient  he  must  prove. 

He 

He  takes  his  leave  once  more,  and  goes  her  pleasure  to  fulfill. 
He  longs  to  be  a  dealing  blowes,  to  win  more  honour  still. 
And  through  a  Forist  as  he  rides,  he  meets  a  mighty  Giant, 
Two  yards  at  every  step,  he  strides,  far  stronger  than  a  Lion, 
"  Friend,"  quoth  the  Giant,  "  hast  thou  heard 
Of  one  they  call  bim  Guy,  who  all  the  power  of  France  hath  feard 
With  acts  of  Chivelrie. 

And 

[Written  by  Hvmphery  Crovch.] 

London,  Printed  for  Jane  Pell,  at  the  east  end  of  Christ  Church,  1655. 

[With  three  large  woodcuts.  1st,  on  title-page,  Guy  in  full  suit  of  armour, 
helmed  and  plumed,  riding  a  plumed  Destrier  or  war-steed,  and  holding  aloft 
a  Boar's-head,  while  the  rescued  lion  trots  beside  him.  2nd,  the  combat 
between  the  lion  and  the  dragon,  which  turns  its  head  towards  Guy,  who  is 
about  to  cut  it  down  with  his  sword.  3rd,  the  duel  between  Colbrand  the 
gigantic  Dane  and  Guy  of  Warwick,  both  in  armour.  These  four  pages  were 
printed  on  one  side  of  the  paper  whereof  Bichard  Harper  afterwards  used  the 
blank  verso  for  a  ballad  of  "  Mock-Beggars  Hall  "  (reprinted  on  our  p.  762), 
beginning,  "  In  ancient  times  when  as  plain-dealing  was  most  of  all  in 
fashion,"  with  woodcut  of  a  moated  castle,  a  young  knight  and  a  lady,  from 
Malory's  King  Arthur,  book  2  (cut  given,  p.  766).    W.  Copland's  edition,  1557.] 

vol.  vi.  3  B 


738 

Cbct)i>  Cfracc 

"  I  ncnor  heard  the  oldt  song  of  Percy  and  Vuglas,  that  I  found  not  my  henrt 
mooned  more  then  with  a  Trumpet."— Sidney's  Apologiefor  Poetrie,  1595. 

BE  it  knowen  unto  all  men  by  these  presents  (and  presents  endear 
absents,  as  hath  been  emphasized  with  discretion),  that  we  are 
requested  to  here  reprint  the  lloxburghe  ballad  of  "  Chevy  Chace." 

-/  Meeting  was  held  in  the  Elysian  Fields  on  the  Z\st  of  May,  in 
this  Jubilee  Year,  1888,  summoned  and  attended  by  the  Shades  of 
former  Members  of  the  Ballad  Society,  who  had  during  their  lifetime 
paid  their  subscription-money  punctually  to  a  ivell-bcloved  Secretary, 
Arthur  G.  Snelgrove,  Esq.,  but  they  each  had  unfortunately  omitted 
to  instruct  their  men  respective  executors  to  continue  such  payments 
uninterruptedly,  year  by  year,  up  to  date.  Imprimis,  Frederick  Ouvry, 
formerly  President  of  the  Society  of  Antiquaries,  was  unanimously 
called  to  the  Chair,  then  Thomas  Babington  Macaulay  was  admitted  by 
acclamation  as  an  honorary  member;  he  having  requested  this  favour, 
silice  he  deeply  regretted  that  circumstances  beyond  his  controul  had 
summoned  him  away  ten  years  before  the  foundation  of  the  Ballad 
Society :  moreover,  he  confessed  that  his  utterly  incompetent  nephew, 
G.O.T..  had  g.o.t.  none  of  his  brains,  his  consistency,  or  his  enthu- 
siastic love  of  ballads  ;  whatever  else  he  might  have  unworthily  inherited  ; 
and,  often  having  been  early  blown  for  self-conceit  as  a  Competition 
Wallah,  he  Would  no  doubt  degenerate  into  a  '  Wobbler,'  and  be  too 
lazy  for  Lays.  John  Payne  Collier,  of  the  Percy  Society,  explained 
how  he  himself  alone  had  been  precluded  from  joining  the  Ballad 
Society,  as  he  had  long  desired  to  have  done.  The  report  of  the  farther 
prove/dings,  in  cur  Special  Ghostograph,  is  deeply  interesting,  and 
it  reminds  the  neutral  world  that  a  similar  meeting  of  the  living 
Subscribers  has  never  yet  been  organized.  Although  now  too  late,  it 
would  put  to  the  blush  the  conversational  gatherings  of  the  Bacon-and- 
Beans  Society,  the  Mutual-Admiration  Log-Kolling  Society,  with 
other  Ego  et  non-Eggoists  (some  incubated,  more  addled).  The  chief 
business  of  the  Meeting  was,  1st,  to  enjoy  reading  the  proof-sheets  of 
Vol.  VI.  of  the  Roxburghe  Ballads;  2nd,  to  congratulate  one  another 
on  the  near  prospect  of  the  General  Index  to  the  six  volumes;  and, 
lastly,  to  deprecate  any  omission  of  the  long-ivinded  but  nationally 
popular  "Chevy  Chace"  from  the  'Group  of  Legendary  and  Romantic 
Hallads,'  to  which  it  indisputably  belongs.  It  was  accordingly  moved 
that  a  memorial  be  presented,  craving  for  the  inclusion  of  the  said 
"Chevy  Chace,"  and  forwarded  to  their  faithful  representative,  the 
present  Editor,  at  Molash  Priory,  before  he  rejoined  their  company 
(unlimited).  Carried  nem.  con.,  and  the  Meting  dissolved  (into 
thin  air) ,  hoping  to  re-cooperate  with  him  speedily  when  convenient. 

By  Authority.    Long  live  the.  Queen  and  Empress  (at  her  Windsor 
Library),  subscriber  to  the  Ballad  Society  ! 


Ballads  on  Otterbourne  and  Chevy  Chace.  739 

While  admitting  ungrudgingly  the  version  which  has  always 
been  the  most  popular  of  the  three  principal  sources,  we  feel  utterly 
unable  to  spare  the  requisite  number  of  pages  to  their  elaborate 
exposition.  Few  ballads  have  been  so  exhaustively  treated,  and 
the  books  are  by  no  means  inaccessible  to  students  or  general  readers 
(a  lazy  race,  who  never  contribute  one  sixpence  or  an  hour's  labour, 
but  who  prefer  the  shallowest  compilations  and  the  flimsiest  com- 
mentary, backed  as  they  are  by  professional  critics  of  the  Press. 
"  You  know  who  the  critics  are  :  the  men  who  have  failed  in 
literature  and  art,"  "  with  just  enough  of  malice  to  misquote"). 

There  is,  first,  the  grand  early  version,  taking  the  Scottish  view 
of  the  events  in  Richard  II. 's  twelfth  year,  1388, — the  version 
mentioned  by  Hume  of  Godscroft :  "  The  Scots  song  made  of  Otter- 
bourne  telleth  the  time — about  Lammas ;  and  also  the  occasion — 
to  take  preys  out  of  England  ;  also  the  dividing  armies  betwixt  the 
Earls  of  Fife  and  Douglas,  and  their  several  journeys,  almost  as  in 
the  authentic  history,"  and  he  quotes  the  first  stanza,  which  is  this  : 

Yt  telle  abowght  the  Lamasse  tyde, 

Whan  husbonds  wynn  tker  baye, 
Tbe  dowghtye  Bowglass  bowyned  hym  to  ryde, 

In  Ynglond  to  take  a  praye."  [70  stanzas  in  all. 

Of  this  "Battele  of  Otterburne"  (from  Cotton  MS.  Cleopatra, 
C.  iv.  fol.  64,  circd  1550,  and  Harl.  MS.  293,  fol.  52,  etc.),  a  print 
is  in  Percy's  ReJiques,  vol.  i.  book  iii.  p.  254,  1767. 

Second. — "  The  more  modern  ballad  of  '  Chevy  Chace' " — here  given 
(pp.  740-743) — of  many  broadsides.  By  Henry  Bold  it  was  trans- 
lated into  Latin  verse,  at  the  bidding  of  Henry  Compton,  sometime 
Bishop  of  London  (a  translation  printed  in  Lryden's  Miscellanies, 
iii.  239,  1685,  and  in  Bold's  Songs  in  Latine,  1685).     It  begins, 

Vivat  Rex  noster  nobilis,  Omnis  in  into  sit,  tffc. 

God  prosper  long  our  noble  King,  our  lives  and  safetyes  all.     (See  p.  740.) 

The  Percy  Folio  Manuscript  held  this  ballad  version  (ii.  p.  7,  1 868). 
Also  in  Bagford  Coll.,  I.  32,  II.  37  ;  Pepys,  I.  92  ;  Euing,  212,  etc. 

Thirdly. — "The  Hunting  of  the  Cheviot,"  from  Hearne's  Preface 
to  the  History  of  Gidiehnus  Neubriyiensis,  p.  lxxxii,  1719,  taken 
from  a  MS.  in  the  Ashmolean  Collection  at  Oxford.     It  begins, 

Tbe  Perse  owt  off  Northomberlande, 

And  a  vowe  to  God  niayd  he, 
That  he  wold  hunte  in  the  mouutayns 

Off  Ghyviat  within  days  thre, 
In  the  mauger  of  doughte  Dowgles, 

And  all  that  ever  with  him  be.  [24  irregular  stanzas. 

Also,  Fourth,  the  Minstrelsy  of  the  Scottish  Border  version  : — 

It  fell  and  about  the  Lammas  time, 

When  husbandmen  do  win  their  bay, 
Earl  Douglas  is  to  the  English  woods, 

And  a'  with  him  to  fetch  a  prey.  [14  stanzas. 


710 

[Roxburghc  Collection,  III.  66,  436,  438,  440  ;  Ouvrv,  IT.  47,  57  ;  Wood,  401, 
47  ;  402,  30;  Douce,  I.  27;  III.  99,  etc.     Cf.  p.  739.] 

9  Ottmoraulr  s>ong  on  tJic  tmliappn  hunting  in  Chevy - 
Chase  btrtoccn  C'.nrl  Piercy  of  England,  and  GDail 
Dowglas  of  Scotland. 

Tune  of,  Flying  Fame.     [See  pp.  672,  750.] 

GOD  prosper  long  our  noble  King,  our  lives  and  safeties  all, 
A  woi'ul  hunting  once  there  did  in  Chevy-Chase  befall  : 

To  drive  the  Deer  with  hound  and  horn  Earl  Piercy  took  his  way, 
The  child  may  rue,  that  is  unborn,  the  Hunting  of  that  day.  8 

The  stout  Earl  of  Northumberland  a  vow  to  God  did  make, 
His  pleasure  in  the  Scottish  woods  three  summers  days  to  take, 

The  chiefest  harts  in  Chevy  Chase  to  kill  and  bear  away, 
These  tydings  to  Earl  Dowglas  came,  in  Scotland  where  he  lay  ; 

Who  sent  Earl  Piercy  present  word,  he  would  prevent  his  sport ; 
The  English  Earl,  not  fearing  this,  did  to  the  woods  resort,  20 

With  fifteen  hundred  Bowmen  bold,  all  chosen  men  of  might, 
Who  knew  full  well  in  time  of  need,  to  aim  their  shafts  aright. 

The  gallant  gray-hounds  swiftly  ran  to  chase  the  Fallow  Deer, 
On  Munday  they  began  to  hunt,  when  day  light  did  appear, 

And  long  before  high  noon  they  had  an  hundred  fat  bucks  slain, 
Then,  having  din'd,  the  Drovers  went  to  rouse  them  up  again.        32 

The  Bow-men  mustred  on  the  hills,  well  able  to  endure, 

Their  backsides  all  with  special  care  that  day  were  guarded  sure. 

The  hounds  ran  swiftly  through  the  woods  the  nimble  Deer  to  take, 
And  with  their  cries  the  hills  and  dails  an  Echo  shrill  did  make. 

Lord  Piercy  to  the  Quarry  went,  to  view  the  tender  Deer, 

Quoth  he,  "  Earl  Dowglas  promised  this  day  to  meet  me  here,         44 

"But  if  I  thought  he  would  not  come,  no  longer  would  I  stay." 
With  that  a  brave  young  gentleman  thus  to  the  Earl  did  say, — 

"  Lo,  yonder  doth  Earl  Dowglas  come,  his  men  in  armour  bright, 
Full  twenty  hundred  Scottish  spears,  all  marching  in  our  sight ; 

All  men  of  pleasant  Tivi[oi]dale,  fast  by  the  Biver  Tweed." 

"  Then  cease  your  spox*t,"  Earl  Piercy  said,  "  and  take  your  bows  with  speed. 

"  And  now  with  me,  my  Countrymen,  your  courage  forth  advance, 
For  never  was  there  champion  yet,  in  Scotland  or  in  France,  60 

"  That  ever  did  on  horse-back  come,  but  if  my  hap  it  were, 
I  durst  encounter  man  for  man,  with  him  to  break  a  spear." 

Ear]  Dowglas  on  a  milk-white  steed,  most  like  a  Baron  bold. 
Bode  foremost  of  the  company,  whose  armour  shone  like  gold. 


The  Unhappy  Hunting  in  Chevy  Chase.  741 

"  Shew  me  "  (he  said)  "  whose  men  you  be  that  hunt  so  boldly  here. 
That  without  my  consent  do  chase  and  kill  my  fallow  Deer."  72 

The  man  that  first  did  answer  make  was  noble  Piercy,  he, 
Who  said,  "  We  list  not  to  declare,  nor  shew  whose  men  we  be  : 

"  Yet  will  we  spend  our  dearest  blood,  thy  chiefest  Harts  to  slay." 
Then  Dowglas  swore  a  solemn  oath,  and  thus  in  rage  did  say, — " 

"  E're  thus  I  will  outbraved  be,  one  of  us  two  shall  dye, 

I  know  the[e]  well,  an  Earl  thou  art,  Lord  Piercy,  so  am  I.  84 

"  But  trust  me,  Piercy,  pitty  it  were,  and  great  offence,  to  kill 
Any  of  these  our  harmless  men,  for  they  have  done  no  ill. 

"  Let  thou  and  I  the  battel  try,  and  set  our  men  aside." 
"Accurst  be  he,"  Lord  Piercy  said,  "  by  whom  this  is  deny'd." 

Then  stept  a  gallant  Squire  forth,  Witherington  was  his  name. 
Who  said  he  "  would  not  have  it  told  to  Henry  our  King  for  shame, 

"  That  e're  my  captain  fought  on  foot,  and  I  stood  looking  on. 

"  You  be  two  Earls,"  said  Witherington,  "  and  I  a  Squire  alone.    100 

"  I'll  do  the  best  that  do  I  may,  while  I  have  power  to  stand, 
While  I  have  power  to  weild  my  sword,  I'le  fight  with  heart  and  hand." 

STfjc  Second  ^att,  to  the  same  tune. 

Our  English  archers  bent  their  bows,  their  hearts  were  good  and  true, 
At  the  first  flight  of  Arrows  sent,  full  threescore  Scots  they  slew. 

To  drive  the  Deer  with  hound  and  horn  Earl  Dowglas  had  the  bent  ; 
A  Captain  mov'd  with  mickle  pride,  the  Spears  to  shivers  went. 

They  clos'd  full  fast  on  every  side,  no  slackness  there  was  found, 
And  many  a  gallant  gentleman  lay  gasping  on  the  ground.  11(5 

0  Christ !  it  was  great  grief  to  see,  and  likewise  for  to  hear, 

The  cries  of  men  lying  in  their  gore,  and  scattered  here  and  there. 

At  last  these  two  stout  Earls  did  meet,  like  Captains  of  great  might, 
Like  lions  mov'd,  they  laid  on  load,  and  made  a  cruel  fight. 

They  fought,  until  they  both  did  sweat,  with  swords  of  tempered  steel, 
Until  the  blood,  like  drops  of  rain,  they  trickling  down  did  feel.    128 

"  Yield  the[e],  Lord  Piercy  !  "  Dowglas  said,  "  in  faith  I  will  thee  bring, 
Where  thou  shalt  high  advanced  be  by  James  our  Scottish  King. 

"  Thy  ransome  I  will  freely  give,  and  thus  report  of  thee, 
Thou  art  the  most  couragious  Knight  that  ever  I  did  see." 

"  No  Doivglas,"  qd.  Earl  Piercy  then,  "  thy  proffer  I  do  scorn  ; 

1  will  not  yield  to  any  Scot  that  ever  yet  was  born."  140 

With  that  there  came  an  arrow  keen  out  of  an  English  bow, 
Which  struck  E[arlJ  Dowglas  to  ye  heart,  a  deep  and  deadly  blow, — 

Who  never  spoke  more  words  than  these,  "Fight  on,  my  merry  men  all, 
For  why,  my  life  is  at  an  end,  Lord  Piercy  sees  my  fall."     [=Because. 


742  The  Unhappy  Hunting  in  Chevy  Chase. 

Then  leaving  life,  Earl  Piercy  took  the  dead  man  by  the  hand, 
And  said,  "  Ear]  Dowglas,  lor  thy  life,  would  1  had  lost  my  Land. 

"  0  Christ  !  my  very  heart  doth  bleed,  with  sorrow  for  thy  sake, 
For  sure  a  more  renowned  Knight  mischance  did  never  take."       L56 

A  Knight  amongst  the  Scots  there  was,  which  saw  Earl  Dowglas  dye, 
Who  straight  in  wrath  did  vow  revenge  upon  the  Ear]  Piercy. 

Sir  Hugh  Montgomery  was  he  cal'd,  who  with  a  spear  most  bright, 
Well  mounted  on  a  gallant  Steed,  ran  fiercely  through  the  fight, 

And  past  the  English  archers  all,  without  [or]  dread  or  fear,  [text,"all." 
And  through  Earl  Piercie's  body  then  he  thrust  his  hateful  spear,— 

With  such  a  vehement  force  and  might  he  did  his  body  gore, 

The  spear  went  through  ye  other  side,  a  large  cloth  yard  and  more. 

So  thus  did  both  these  nobles  dye,  whose  courage  none  could  stain  ; 
An  English  archer  then  perceiv'd  the  noble  Earl  was  slain.  17(i 

lie  had  a  bow  bent  in  his  hand,  made  of  a  trusty  tree, 
An  arrow  of  a  cloath-yard  long,  unto  the  head  drew  he. 

Against  Sir  Hugh  Montgomerie,  so  right  his  shaft  he  set, 

The  grey-goose  wing  that  was  thereon  in  his  heart  blood  was  wet. 

This  fight  did  last  from  break  of  day  till  setting  of  the  Sun  ; 
For  when  they  rung  the  evening  bell,  the  battle  scarce  was  done. 

With  ve  Karl  Piercy  there  was  slain  Sir  John  of  Ogerton, 

Sir  Robert  Ratcliff,  and  Sir  John,  Sir  James  that  bold  Baron.  L92 

And  with  Sir  George,  and  good  Sir  James,  both  knights  of  good  account, 
Good  Sir  /('<"/</<  Rabby  there  was  slain,  whose  prowess  did  surmount. 

For  Witherington  needs  must  I  wail,  as  one  in  doleful  dumps, 
For  when  his  legs  were  smitten  off,  he  fought  upon  his  stumps. 

And  with  E[arl]  Dowglas  there  was  slain  Sir  Hugh  Montgomery, 
Sir  Charles  Currel  that  from  the  field  one  foot  would  never  flye  ; 

Sir  Charles  Murrell  of  Ratcliff 'too,  his  sister's  son  was  he, 

Sir  David  Lamb,  so  well  esteem'd,  yet  saved  could  not  be  ;  208 

And  the  Lord  Markwell  in  like  wise  did  with  Earl  Dowglas  dye  ; 
Of  twenty  hundred  Scottish  spears,  scarce  fifty-five  did  fiye. 

Of  fifteen  hundred  English  men  went  home  but  fifty-three, 
The  rest  were  slain  in  Chevy-Chase  under  the  Green-wood  tree. 

Next  day  did  many  Widdows  come,  their  husbands  to  bewail  ; 
They  washt  their  wounds  in  brinish  tears,  but  all  would  not  prevail. 

Their  bodies  bath'd  in  purple  blood  they  bore  with  them  away  ; 
They  kist  them  dead  a  thousand  times,  when  they  were  clad  in  clay. 

This  news  was  brought  to  Edenburg,  where  Scotland's  King  did  re 
That  brave  Earl  Dou-glas  suddenly  was  with  an  arrow  slain.  228 

"  0  heavy  news  !  "  King  James  did  say,  "Scotland  can  witness  be, 
I  have  not  any  Captain  more  of  such  account  as  he." 

Like  tydings  to  King  Henry  came,  within  as  short  a  space, 
That  Piercy  of  Northumberland  was  slain  in  Chevy-Chase. 


IVte  Unhappy  Hunting  in  Chevy  Chase.  74o 

"  Now  God  be  with  him  !  "  said  our  King,  "  sith  'twill  no  better  be, 
I  trust  I  have  within  my  realm  five  hundred  as  good  as  he.  240 

"  Yet  shall  not  Scot  nor  Scotland  say  but  I  will  vengeance  take, 
And  be  revenged  on  them  all,  for  brave  Earl  Piercie's  sake." 

This  vow  full  well  the  K[ing]  perform'd,  after  on  Humble  Down, 
In  one  day  fifty  Knights  were  slain,  with  Lord's  of  great  renown  ; 

And  of  the  rest  of  small  account  did  many  hundreds  dye, 

Thus  ended  the  hunting  of  Chevy-Chase  made  by  the  Earl  Piercie. 

God  save  the  King,  and  bless  the  land,  in  plenty,  joy,  and  peace, 
And  grant  henceforth  that  foul  debate  'twixt  Noble  men  may  cease  ! 

JFmt'a. 

Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  and  J.  Wright. 
[Black-letter.     No  woodcut.     For  date,  see  Introduction,  but  circa  1580.] 

The  other  Roxburghe  copies  are  modern,  white-letter,  n.p.n.    One  of  the  many 
parodies  on  Chevy  Chace,  1747,  sung  to  the  same  time,  is  a  political  squib  given 
ou  p.  777,  entitled  "  The  Lord's  Lamentation;  or,  The  Whittington  Defeat:  " 
God  prosper  long  our  noble  King,  our  lives  and  safeties  all, 
A  woeful  Horse-race  late  there  did  at  Whittington  befall, 
Great  Bfedfor^d's  Duke,  a  mighty  Prince,  a  solemn  vow  did  make, 
His  pleasure  hi  fair  /Staffordshire  three  summer  days  to  take. 


Mm  ^ntrp  tlje  j*iftij'0  Conquer. 

"  Agencourt,  Agencourt !  know  ye  not  Agencourt  ? 
Where  the  English  slew  and  hurt 

All  the  French  foemen  : 
With  our  guns  and  bills  brown, 
0  the  French  were  beaten  downe, 

Morris -pikes  and  bowmen." 

— T.  Heywood's  King  Edward  IV.,  Part  I.  hi.  2,  1599. 


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E  have  neither  space  nor  inclination  to  enter  on  the  subject 
of  Henry  Y.  and  his  French  "Wars.  "There  would  have  been  a 
time  for  such  a  word,"  but  not  now,  near  the  close  of  our  Group. 

"  Aqincourt "  was  a  favourite  subject.  Far  beyond  "  A  Council  grave  our  King 
did  hold"  (time  of  When  Flying  Fame),  in  The  Croivne  Garland  of  Goulden Hoses, 
the  noblest  praise  of  Henry  V.'s  Conquests  is  Michael  Drayton's  poem  to  the 
Cambro- Britons,  beginning,  ' '  Fair  set  the  wind  for  France."  (It  inspired  Tennyson 
to  celebrate,  in  precisely  similar  rhythm,  the  glorious  Balaclava  Charge  of  the 
Light  Brigade  :  the  '  noble  Six  Hundred  !  ' 

They  now  to  fight  are  gone,  [Drayton's  Sih  stanza. 

Armour  on  armour  shone, 
Drum  now  to  drum  did  groan, 

To  hear,  was  wonder  ; 
That  with  the  cries  they  make 
The  very  earth  did  shake, 
Trumpet  to  trumpet, 

Thunder  tu  thunder.) 


Af 


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[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.,  358;  Coll.  Bibl.  Lindesiana  ;  Cliet.  Manchester.] 

Mim  tytnvp  W.  J)ts  Conquest  of 

if  ranee* 

Kit  Krucnge  for  tfic  affront  offered  op  tfic  jpmtdj  linng  ; 
tti  genomg  ^tm  (insmati  of  tge  tribute)  a  ^ou  of 
Ccnms  BaU0. 

[For  Tune,  see  Note,  on  p.  745.] 

S  our  King  lay  musing  on  his  bed, 
He  bethought  himself  upon  a  time 
Of  a  tribute  that  was  due  from  France, 
Had  not  been  paid  for  so  long  a  time. 

Fal,  lal,  \_de  ral  de  ra,  fal  lal,  fa  la  la~\  etc. 
He  called  for  his  lovely  page,  [o,  then,  .  .  .trusty. 

His  lovely  page  then  called  he  ; 
Saying,  "  You  must  go  to  the  King  of  France, 
To  the  King  of  France,  Sir,  ride  speedily." 

0  then  went  away  this  lovely  page, 

This  lovely  page  then  away  went  he  ; 
When  he  came  to  the  King  of  France, 

And  low  fell  down  on  his  bended  knee.  15 

"  My  master  greets  you,  worthy  Sir, 

Ten  ton  of  Gold  that  is  due  to  he, 
That  you  will  send  him  his  tribute  home, 

Or  in  French  land  you  soon  will  him  see."  Fal,  etc. 

"  Your  master's  young  and  of  tender  years, 

Not  fit  to  come  into  my  degree  ; 
And  I  will  send  him  three  Tennis  Balls, 

That  with  them  he  may  learn  to  play." 

0  then  returned  this  lovely  page.  [read  trusty>  Passim- 

This  lovely  page  then  returned  he ; 
And  when  he  came  to  our  gracious  King, 

Low  he  fell  down  on  his  bended  knee.  30 

"  "What  news,  what  news,  my  trusty  page?  [Line  cut  off. 

"  What  is  the  news  you  have  brought  to  me?  " 
"  I  have  brought  such  news  from  the  King  of  France, 

That  he  and  you  will  ne'er  agree. 

"  He  says  you're  young  and  of  tender  years, 

Not  fit  to  come  into  his  degree ; 
And  he  will  send  you  three  Tennis  Balls, 

That  with  them  you  may  learn  to  play." 


King  King  V.,  his  Conquest  of  France.  745 

"  Recruit  me  Cheshire  and  Lancashire,  lSee  Note- 

And  Derby  Hills  that  are  so  free  ! 
No  marry'd  man,  or  widow's  son, 

For  no  widow's  curse  shall  go  with  me !  "  45 

They  recruited  Cheshire  and  Lancashire, 

And  Derby  Hills  that  are  so  free  ; 
No  marry'd  man,  nor  no  widow's  son, 

Yet  there  was  a  jovial  bold  company. 

0  then  we  marched  into  the  French  land,  ldel- ' tlu '•' 

With  drums  and  trumpets  so  merrily  ; 
And  then  bespoke  the  King  of  France, 

"  Lo  yonder  comes  proud  King  Henry?' 

The  first  shot  that  the  Frenchmen  gave, 

They  killed  our  Englishmen  so  free. 
We  kill'd  ten  thousand  of  the  French, 

And  the  rest  of  them  they  run  away.  60 

And  then  we  march'd  to  Paris  gates, 

With  drums  and  trumpets  so  merrily  ; 
0  then  bespoke  the  King  of  France, 

"  The  Lord  have  mercy  on  my  men  and  me  ! 

"01  will  send  his  tribute  home, 

Ten  ton  of  Gold  that  is  due  to  he ; 
And  the  finest  flower  that  is  in  all  France,  l*-c-  K,ite- 

To  the  Rose  of  England  I  will  give  free." 

Printed  and  sold  in  Alder  mar  y  Church  Yard,  Boio  Lane,  London. 

*+*  The  present  Editor  learnt  the  ballad  and  its  traditional  tune  from  his 
father,  Joseph  Ebsworth  (who  died  on  June  22nd,  1868,  aged  80);  he  having 
heard  it  sung  by  his  own  grandmother,  a  South -Berwick  woman,  nearly  a  cente- 
narian. Thus  discrepancies  and  corruptions  of  the  broadside  version  could  be 
corrected.  James  Henry  Dixon  was  the  earliest  to  reprint  it,  partly  from  the 
singing  of  a  man  named  King,  known  in  Yorkshire  as  the  '  Skipton  Minstrel,' 
and  it  was  published  in  1846  for  the  Percy  Society. 

Among  other  corruptions  in  the  printed  version,  the  recurring  substitution  of 
the  word  lovely  ("after  the  scole  of  Stratford-atte-Bowe,"  whether  English  or 
Prioress'  French)  should  be  rectified  by  the  Molash  Prior's  genuine  text  reading 
"  Trusty  Page."     Fortunately,  the  manly  cadence  of  the  ninth  stanza  is  virtually 
uninjured.     The  Editor  remembers  it  flowing  thus,  in  the  traditional  version  : — 
'  No  married  man,  no  widow'' s  son  : 
No  widow' 's  curse  shall  go  with  me  ?  ' 
Such  a  verse  embalms  the  ballad.     No  ancient  exemplar  of  it  is  known. 

The  quotations  are  so  twisted  in  Martin  Parker's  "  Excellent  new  Medley,  to 
the  tune  of  Tarleton's  Medley?''  beginning  "  In  Summer  time  when  folkes  make 
Hay,  all  is  not  true  which  people  say,"  that  one  dare  not  lay  stress  on  the 
thirty-third  line,  "  When  the  fifth  Henry  sail'd  for  France."  It  was  reprinted 
in  vol.  i.  p.  52  of  these  Roxburghe  Ballads,  1869,  edited  by  Mr.  Wm.  Chappell. 
But  the  Roxburghe  two  copies  of  Martin  Parker's  Medley  are  not  the  only  copies 
that  are  extant.  Another  is  in  Pepys  Coll.,  IV.  342  ;  a  fourth  is  Euing,  No.  86  ; 
and  the  fifth  belonged   to  the  late  J.  P.  Collier,  afterwards  Frederick  Ouvry's. 


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Uting  Jofrn  anti  tfic  abbot  of  Canterbury 

"  Not  with  blinded  eye-sight  poring  over  miserable  hooks!  " 

— Tennyson's  Locksley  Hull. 


0  be  inconstant  in  their  moods,  so  as  at  times  to  decry  the  pursuit 
of  knowledge  which  had  earlier  won  their  heart,  is  the  common  fate 
of  students;  such  it  was  caused  Faustus  to  listen  to  Mephistopheles, 
when  regretting  his  past  relinquishment  of  enjoyment :  such  also 
may  have  suggested  the  popular  ballad  of  "The  King  and  the 
Abbot  of  Canterbury." 

Spiteful  Puritans  of  later  times  (see  p.  750,  quotat.)  exultantly 
seized  the  chance  of  depreciating  book-learned  Churchmen,  by 
contrasting  the  superior  sense  of  the  illiterate  laity,  to  which 
themselves  belonged.  Modern  realistic  novelists  might  similarly 
demonstrate  a  monopoly  of  virtues  and  intellect  in  the  laborious 
poor ;  whether  it  be  to  level  them  up,  or  more  probably  to  level 
down  the  episcopate  to  '  Les  Mmvrables  '— '  Lcs  Travailleurs  de  la 
Terre,'  or  Zola's  '  La  TerreJ  itself. 

Attempts  have  been  made  to  trace  to  their  origin  the  employment 
of  such  presumably  insoluble  questions  as  those  in  our  text,  questions 
admitting  of  simple  and  conclusive  answers,  such  as  would  disappoint 
the  propouuder's  greediness  for  gain  of  an  expected  forfeiture.  The 
search  leads  through  the  literature  of  many  nations  and  to  remote  ages. 

It  is  not  only  to  the  Gesta  Romanorum,  to  Sacchetti's  Novelli,  No.  4 ;  to  the 
Contes  a  Hire;  or  to  the  translation  from  Alain  Chartier,  1511  and  1566; 
Delectable  Bemaundes  and  Pleasant  Questions;  but  to  the  disputations  or  wit- 
combats  of  the  Middle  Ages,  such  as  the  so-called  Anglo-Saxon  of  Salomon  and 
Saturn.  The  opposition  of  a  clownish  buffoon,  such  as  Marcolf,  enhanced  the 
solemnity  of  the  other  disputation.  (We  trace  this  contrast  throughout  the 
bantering  between  Olivia  and  Feste  the  Jester,  in  Twelfth  Night.)  Reference  is 
made  elsewhere  to  Jewish  tradition ;  to  the  questions  interchanged  by  King 
Solomon  and  Hiram  of  Tyre,  or  with  the  Queen  of  Sheba.  Of  such  disquisition 
we  pass  not  the  threshold.     As  in  Browning's  Solomon  and  Balkis — 

"  She  proves  him  with  hard  questions :  before  she  has  reached  the  middle 
He  smiling  supplies  the  end,  straight  solves  them,  riddle  by  riddle." 
The  story  is  ancient,  exemplifying  that  '  Riddle-me-Ree '  Puzzlewit  suitable 
for  minstrels  of  interminable  verbosity,  at  winter  firesides  in  rural  mansions.  The 
earliest  and  most  complete  version  extant  is  in  the  Percy  Folio  MS.  (p.  184),  as 
"  Kinge  John  and  Bishopp,"  beginning  "  Of  an  ancient  story  I'le  tell  you  anon, 
of  a  notable  Prince  t[hat]  was  called  K.  John  :  "  (printed  direct  from  the  MS., 
our  own  collation,  in  Miss  De  Vaynes's  Kentish  Garland,  pp.  461-465).  It  is  in 
length  166  lines,  and  was  afterwards  condensed  temp.  Juc.  I.,  into  its  present 
form.  Other  versions  begin  respectively,  "  Au  ancient  story,"  "  1  will  tell  you  a 
story,"  etc.  Burger  translated  it  into  German,  as  Iter  Kaiser  Mid  der  Abt,  be- 
ginning, "  Ich  will  euch  erzahlenein  March  en,  gar  shnurrig."  The  time  (known 
later  as  Death  and  the  Gobler,  and  from  Richard  Levi  ridge's  song,  '  A  Voider  there 
was'),  with  its  burden  of  Derry  down,  is  in  Popular  Music,  p.  350.  Other 
copies  are  in  Bagford  Coll.,  II.  27;  Pepys,  II.  128;  Euing,  223;  Ouvry,  I.  GO. 
Compare  the  two  following  ballads  on  the  same  theme,  on  our  pp.  751  -751. 


I 


747 

[Roxburgh  Collection,  III.  494,  883  ;  Jersey,  II.  124.     Cf.  p.  746.] 

%  Jl^ttu  Baiiatr  of  Mins  3Jol)n  auD 

tf)t  3ubot  of  Caimrburp* 

To  the  Tune  of  The  King  and  the  Lord  Abbot. 

With  Allowance.     Ro.  L'Estrange. 

Le  tell  you  a  Story,  a  Story  anon, 

Of  a  noble  Prince,  and  his  Name  was  King  John, 
For  he  was  a  Prince,  and  a  Prince  of  great  might, 
He  held  up  great  Wrongs,  he  put  down  great  Bight. 
Derry  down,  doion,  hey  derry  down. 

He  tell  you  a  Story,  a  Story  so  merry, 
Concerning  the  Abbot  of  Canterbury, 
And  of  his  House-keeping  and  high  Renown, 
Which  made  him  resort  to  fair  London  Town. 

Derry  down,  [dozen,  hey  derry  down.~\  1 0 

"  How  now,  Brother  Abbot  ?  'tis  told  unto  me 
That  thou  keepest  a  far  better  House  than  I : 
And  for  thy  House-keeping  and  High  Benown, 
I  fear  thou  hast  Treason  against  my  Crown." 
Derry  down,  [down,  hey  derry  down. ~\ 

"  I  hope,  my  Liege,  that  you  owe  me  no  grudge, 

For  spending  of  my  true-gotten  goods." 
"  If  thou  dost  not  answer  me  questions  three, 

Thy  head  shall  be  taken  from  thy  Body.     Derry  down.  20 

"  When  I  am  set  on  my  steed  so  high,  [As  ™  i  51. 

With  my  Crown  of  Gold  upon  my  head, 
Amongst  all  my  Nobility  with  joy  and  much  mirth, 
Thou  must  tell  me  to  one  penny  what  I  am  worth.     Derry  d. 

"  And  the  next  Question  you  must  not  flout, 
How  long  I  shall  be  riding  the  World  about : 
And  the  third  Question  thou  must  not  shrink ;     [at.  ted.  'Ami  from.' 
But  tell  to  me  truly  what  I  do  think."     Derry  down.  30 

"  0  these  are  hard  Questions  for  my  shallow  wit, 
For  I  cannot  answer  your  Grace  as  yet ; 
But  if  you  will  give  me  but  three  days'  space, 
I'le  do  my  endeavour  to  answer  your  Grace." 
Derry  down,  doivn,  hey  derry  down. 

"  0  three  days'  space  I  will  thee  give, 

For  that  is  the  longest  day  thou  hast  to  live  ; 

And  if  thou  dost  not  answer  these  questions  right, 

Thy  head  shall  be  taken  from  thy  body  quite."     Derry  d.     40 


"48  King  John  and  the  Abbot  of  Canterbury. 

And  as  the  Shepherd  was  going  to  his  fold, 
He  spy'd  the  old  Abbot  come  riding  along, 
"  How  now,  Master  Abbot?  you'r  Welcome  Home, 

What  News  have  yon  brought  from  good  King  John  ?  "    Berry. 

"  Sad  news,  sad  news,  I  have  thee  to  give, 
For  I  have  but  three  days'  space  for  to  live ; 
If  I  do  not  answer  him  questions  three, 
My  head  shall  be  taken  from  my  body.     Berry  doicn.  50 

"  When  he  is  sat  so  high  on  his  Steed,  [transp.  in  in.  ns3. 

WTith  his  Crown  of  Gold  upon  his  head, 
Amongst  all  his  Nobility  with  joy  and  much  mirth, 
I  must  tell  him  to  one  penny  what  he  is  worth.     Berry  down. 

"  And  the  next  Question  I  must  not  flout, 

How  long  he  shall  be  riding  the  World  about; 

And  the  third  Question  thou  must  not  shrink.  [a.i.  And  from. 

Eut  tell  to  him  truly  what  he  does  think."     Berry  down.      60 

"  0  Master,  did  you  never  hear  it  yet, 

That  a  Fool  may  learn  a  Wise  man  wit;  [«leam'= teach. 

Lend  me  but  your  Horse  and  your  apparel, 

He  ride  to  fair  London,  and  answer  the  Quarrel."    Berry  down. 

"  Now  I  am  set  so  high  on  my  steed,  [The  King  asks. 

With  my  Crown  of  Gold  upon  my  head, 
Amongst  all  my  Nobility  with  joy  and  much  mirth, 
Now  tell  me  to  one  penny  what  I  am  worth."   Berry  down.  70 

"  For  thirty  pence  our  Saviour  was  sold, 

Amongst  the  false  Jews,  as  you  have  been  told  ; 

And  nine-and-twenty's  the  worth  of  thee, 

For  I  think  thou  art  one  penny  worser  than  he."    Berry  down. 

"  And  the  next  question  thou  mayest  not  flout, 
How  long  I  shall  be  riding  the  World  about  ?  " 

"  You  must  rise  with  the  Sun,  and  ride  with  the  same, 
Until  the  next  morning  he  rises  again  ;  Berry  down. 

"  And  then  I  am  sure,  you  will  make  no  doubt, 

Eut  in  twenty-four  hours  you'l  ride  it  about." 
"  And  the  third  question  you  must  not  shrink,  [i.e.  shirk, 

Eut  tell  to  me  truly  what  I  do  think."     Berry  down. 

"  Well  that  I  can  do,  and  'twill  make  you  merry, 
For  you  think  I'm  the  Abbot  of  Canterbury ; 
But  I'm  his  poor  Shepherd,  as  you  may  see, 
And  am  come  to  beg  pardon  for  him  and  for  me."  [a.i.  'he  and  me.' 
Berry  down. 


King  John  and  the  Abbot  of  Canterbury.  749 

The  King  he  turn'd  him  about,  and  did  smile, 
Saying,  "  Thou  shalt  be  the  Abbot  the  other  while." 
"  0  no,  my  Grace,  there  is  no  such  need,  [a.i.  "my  Liege." 

For  I  can  neither  Write  nor  Read."     Berry  down. 

"  Then  four  pounds  a  week  will  I  give  unto  thee, 
For  this  merry  true  jest  thou  hast  told  unto  me ; 
And  tell  the  old  Abbot  when  thou  comest  home, 
Thou  hast  brought  him  a  pardon  from  good  King  John.'1'' 

Berry  down,  down,  hey  derry  down.  100 

Jim's. 

Printed  for  P.  Brooksby  at  the  Golden  Ball  in  Bye-  Corner. 

[Roxb.  Coll.,  III.  883,  is  in  Black-letter,  of  not  later  date  than  August,  1685, 
licensed  by  Rojjer  L'Estrange:  two  woodcuts,  a  king  and  the  man  of  p.  50. 
Roxb.  Coll.  (III.  494)  is  in  White-letter,  with  two  woodcuts,  one  on  p.  217: 
colophon,  "Newcastle-upon-Tyne.  Printed  and  sold  by  John  White" 
{circA  1777),  reprinted  from  an  earlier  edition  than  Philip  Brooksby's, 
which  has,  twice,  misprint  "sat  on  his  steed  so  high,"  spoiling  the  rhyme, 
instead  of  "sat  so  high  on  his  steed  ;  "  also,  "  for  he  and  for  me,"  line  89.] 


C6e  King  an&  tfre  Xis&op. 

"  Ah !  que  vous  savez  mal  vous  defendre  pour  un  homme  de  cour." — Moliere. 

rpHlS  is  No.  22  in  Thackeray's  Bid,  April,  1685.  (Bayford 
_L  Ballads,  p.  lxi.)  So  long  ago  as  1882,  in  a  foot-note  to  the  second 
volume,  p.  469,  of  Miss  Julia  H.  L.  De  Vaynes'  Kentish  Garland 
(printed  by  Messrs.  Stephen  Austin  and  Sons,  Hertford,  a  book 
already  '  rare '  and  prized),  the  present  Editor  recorded  a  definite 
promise  to  reprint  "The  King  and  the  Bishop;"  also  "The  old 
Abbot  and  King  Olfrey."  This  promise  is  now  fulfilled,  on  our 
pp.  751,  753.  Every  promise  may  be  kept  in  due  time,  if  the 
Wandering  J.  W.E.  be  allowed  a  long  lease,  like  the  other  Wandering 
JEW,  vide  ante  pp.  688-700).  The  reprint  comes  fitly  into  the 
"  Group  of  Legendary  and  Romantic  Ballads,"  dedicated  to  the  same 
faithful  friend,  in  whose  Kentish  Garland  the  promise  was  made. 

There  are  inconveniences  in  having  acquired  a  good  character. 
Persons  who  enjoy  the  possession  of  an  utterly  bad  one  place  us  at  a 
terrible  disadvantage.  If  they  ever,  by  accident  or  design,  perpe- 
trate a  generous  and  meritorious  action,  their  good  deed  so  shines 
in  a  naughty  world,  and  brings  upon  people  the  sense  of  surprise 
from  being  wholly  unexpected  and  unprecedented,  that  praise  and 
pudding  become  their  instantaneous  payment.  Few  men  feel  truly 
grateful  to  an  habitual  benefactor?  (see  Margaret  Veley's  ' Bamocles'). 
A  benefactress  who  has  devoted  her  life  to  sweetness  and  generous 
gifts  can  seldom  iu  this  world  meet  her  due  reward.     Ingratitude 


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750  Ki>m  Henry  and  the  Bishop. 

to  a  woman  is  "  Xo  now  thing,"  as  "W.  E.  Norris  has  shown,  and 
Thackeray,  with  unwonted  sweetness,  foreshadowed  it,  when  thus 
describing  Lady  Castlewood  : — 

"  It  was  this  lady's  disposition  to  think  kindnesses,  and  devise  silent  bounties, 
and  to  scheme  benevolence,  for  those  about  her.  We  take  such  goodness,  for  tho 
most  part,  as  if  it  was  our  due;  the  Marys  who  bring  ointment  for  our  feet  get 
but  little  thanks.  Some  of  us  never  feel  this  devotion  at  all,  or  are  moved  by 
it  to  gratitude  or  acknowledgement;  others  only  recall  it  years  after,  when  tho 
days  are  past  in  which  those  sweet  kindnesses  wore  spent  on  us,  and  we  offer  back 
our  return  for  tin-  debt  by  a  poor  tardy  payment  of  tears.  Then  forgotten  tones 
of  love  recur  to  us,  and  kind  glances  shine  out  of  the  past — 0  so  bright  and  clear  ! 
0  so  longed  after  ! — because  they  are  out  of  reach  ;  as  holiday  music  from  within- 
side  a  prison-wall— or  sunshine  seen  through  the  bars;  more  prized  because 
unattainable — more  bright  because  of  the  contrast  of  present  darkness  and  solitude, 
whence  there  is  no  escape." — Esmond,  Book  I.  chapter  ix. 

Bishop  Percy's  words  are  these  {Reliques,  1767  edition,  ii.  306)  : — 

"  The  common  popular  ballad  of  '  King  John,  and  the  Abbot '  seems  to  have 
been  abridged  and  modernized  about  the  time  of  James  I.  from  one  much  older, 
entitled  '  King  John  and  the  Bishop  of  Canterbury?  The  Editor's  folio  MS. 
contains  a  copy  of  this  last,  but  in  too  corrupt  a  state  to  be  reprinted ;  it  however 
afforded  many  lines  worth  reviving.  The  archness  of  the  following  questions  and 
answers  hath  been  much  admired  by  our  old  ballad-makers  :  for  besides  the  two 
copies  above  mentioned,  there  is  extant  another  ballad  on  the  same  subject  (but  of 
no  great  antiquity  or  merit),  entitled  KING  OLFREY  AND  THE  ABBOT.* 

'•  Lastly,  about  the  time  of  the  civil  wars,  when  the  cry  ran  against  the  Bishops, 
some  Puritan  worked  up  the  same  story  into  a  very  doleful  ditty,  to  a  solemn  tune, 
concerning  '  King  Henry  and  a  Bishop,'  with  this  stinging  moral: 
'  Unlearned  men  hard  matters  out  can  find, 
When  learned  bishops  princes'  eyes  do  blind.''  " 

*  Tcrcy's  Note.—"  See  the  Collection  of  Hist.  Ballads,  3  vols.  1727.  Mr. 
Wise  supposes  Olfrey  to  be  a  corruption  of  Alfred,  iu  his  pamphlet  concerning 
the  White  Horse  in  Berkshire,  p.  15." 

[The  pamphlet  here  indicated  by  Dr.  Percy  is  A  Letter  to  Dr.  Mead,  con- 
cerning  some  Antiquities  in  Berkshire:  By  Francis  Wise,  B.D.,  Oxfoi'd,  1738. 
He  declares  that  King  Alfred  "is  the  person  meant  by  King  Olfrey  in  the  original 
ballad,  tho'  more  modern  bards  have  transferred  the  story  to  King  John  ;  "  and 
he  cites  J.  Roberts's  Collection  of  Old  Ballads,  1723,  vol.  ii.  p.  50.  Wise's 
erroneous  allegations  were  controverted  by  a  Mr.  Bumpstead,  who  under  the 
pseudonym  of  Philalethes  Rnsticns  in  1740  wrote  a  shilling  quarto,  entitled,  The 
Impertinence  and  Imposture  of  Modern  Antiquaries  Displayed;  or,  a  Refutation 
of  the  Ren.  Mr.  Wise's  Letter  to  Dr.  Mead,  etc.  This,  in  1741,  was  followed  by 
An  Ansioer  to  the  scandalous  Libel,  entituled  '  The  Impertinence  and  Imposticre.'] 

Probably  for  the  first  time,  these  three  distinct  versions  are  now 
brought  together  (the  Percy  Folio  MS.  earlier  version  is  reprinted  in 
The  Kentish  Garland).  The  unwise  attempt  to  connect  good  King 
Alfred's  name  with  such  a  transaction  is  absurd  and  libellous. 
Thomas  Hill's  ballad,  "Can  you  Dance  The  Shaking  of  the  Sheets?" 
lo89,  has  been  repriuted  in  vol.  iii.  p.  184  of  Roxburgh <e  Ballads,  by 
Mr.  Wm.  Chappell,  who  gave  the  tune  in  his  Popular  Music,  p.  85  ; 
and  on  his  pp.  198,  199  the  two  tunes  for  Chevy  Chace,  one  being 
In  peas-cod  time,  the  other,  alternatively,  When  flying  Fame. 


751 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  170  ;  Douce  [dupli.),  I.  109  verso;  Pepys,  I.  472.] 

€&c  Eing  ant)  tfje  15tsf)op ; 

©r, 
Glnlearnrtj  fHen  fjarti  matters  out  can  fintj, 
rafjcnILcarnco  Bisons  [miss  tfje  mark,  ant]  Princes  cgesUa  fcli'ntt. 

To  the  Tune  of,   Chevy  Chase.      [See  pp.  672,  740,  750.] 

TN  Popish  time,  -when  Bishops  proud  in  England  did  bear  sway, 
Their  Lordships  did  like  Princes  live,  and  kept  all  at  obey ; 
Their  Palaces  with  arrace  hang'd,  their  houses  shin'd  with  gold  :         [anas. 
Their  train  of  gallant  Gentlemen,  most  stately  to  behold. 

A  King  then  in  this  land  did  raign,  (some  say  'twas  old  Henry) 

One  day  he  for  a  Bishop  sent,  his  scholarship  to  try ; 

Then  straightway  to  the  Court  he  went,  in  all  his  pomp  and  state, 

And  took  it  for  a  favour  great,  upon  the  King  to  wait.  8 

And  when  [he]  came  unto  the  King,  he  did  both  bow  and  bend, 
His  Grace's  pleasure  he  did  crave,  why  he  for  him  did  send. 
"  Bishop  "  (quoth  he),  "  I  sent  for  thee,  to  put  thee  to  a  task, 
And  I  resolved  true  will  be  of  three  things  I  will  ask. 

"  And  three  weeks'  time  I  will  thee  give  on  it  to  meditate, 
And  then  if  you  not  tell  me  true,  I  vow  to  have  thy  pate." 
"  If  that  it  like  your  Majesty  "  (the  Bishop  then  did  say), 
"  I'le  try  the  utmost  of  my  skill  your  will  for  to  obey."  IB 

"  The  first  thing  now  "  (then  said  the  King)  "  is  this  that  I  would  know, 

Unto  a  very  hour  the  time  a  traveller  may  go 

About  the  vast  and  spacious  world,  and  then  return  again 

Unto  the  place  he  did  set  forth,  and  this  I  know  would  fain. 

"  The  second  thing  that  tell  you  must,  even  to  one  poor  half-crown, 
What  I  am  worth,  that  am  a  King  ;  "  (this  made  the  Bishop  frown) 
"  The  third  thing  it  is  this  "  (be  said)  "  the  which  you  must  explain, 
To  tell  to  me  what  I  do  think,  when  you  come  here  again.  "  I 

"  And  so,  good  Bishop,  you  do  know  what  things  I  do  desire, 

And  for  to  be  resolv'd  therefore  of  you  I  do  require. 

Tell  me  the  truth  and  keep  your  time,  or  else  your  head  shall  flye 

From  off  your  shoulders  when  you  come  :  your  wits  you  now  must  try." 

"  These  are  hard  things  to  be  resolv'd,"  unto  the  King  he  said  ; 

"  No  man  on  earth  can  tell  the  same,  I  greatly  am  afraid : 

Yet  I  will  try  the  greatest  skill,"  and  so  he  took  his  leave — 

The  task  and  sentence  both  were  hard,  which  made  his  Lordship  grieve.     32 

2H)c  Sccontj  ^art,  to  the  same  tune. 

When  he  came  home  to  study  hard  the  Bishop  then  did  go, 
His  brains  did  hammer  in  his  head,  his  heart  was  fil'd  with  woe 
But  yet  for  all  his  learning  great,  these  things  he  could  not  find. 
The  time  began  for  to  expire,  which  did  torment  his  mind. 

The  heavy  sentence  of  the  King  did  touch  him  to  the  quick  ; 

With  grief  and  overstudying  he  presently  fell  sick. 

The  Bishop  he  a  brother  had,  a  man  that  hard  did  fare, 

A  Shepherd  by  profession,  for  whom  he  did  not  care.  40 


752  King  Henry  and  the  Bishop. 

This  Shepherd  when  that  ho  did  hear  his  brother  sick  did  lye, 
To  visit  him  he  did  think  best  before  that  he  should  dye. 
"With  ranch  ado,  at  length  he  got  admittance  him  to  see  ; 
It  griev'd  the  poor  man  to  the  heart  at  this  his  misery. 

Saluting  his  Lord  brother  then,  asked  him  how  he  did  do  ; 

He  answered  him  with  heavy  heart,  "  0  full  of  grief  and  woe  ; 

You  cannot  help  my  misery,  no  man  my  life  can  save, 

The  task's  too  hard  for  me  to  do,  the  Xing  my  head  will  have."  48 

"  Dear  brother  "  (then  the  Shepherd  said)  "to  me  your  grief  explain, 

And  if  that  I  can  save  your  life,  I'le  venture  to  be  slain." 

The  Bishop  told  him  every  thing  'cause  he  ado  did  make. 

"  If  this  be  all,"  the  Shepherd  said,  "  the  same  I'le  undertake. 

"  You  know  that  we  are  very  like  in  person,  speech  and  face, 

Let  me  put  on  your  Robes  of  State,  I'le  execute  the  place. 

Your  trains  of  gallauts  to  the  Court  must  bear  me  company, 

And  if  I  do  not  tell  these  things,  instead  of  you  I'le  dye."  56 

The  time  being  come,  next  day  he  went  to  see  bis  Majesty, 

Who  presently  was  entertain'd  writh  courtlike  courtesie. 

"  Now,  welcome,  Bishop,"  (quoth  the  King)  "  can  you  resolve  me  true  ? 

And  if  you  cannot,"  he  did  say,  "  I  know  what  I  must  do." 

"  Unto  your  Grace's  question,  the  first,  I  answer  make  : 

Let  any  man  ascend  the  sky,  and  the  Sun's  chariot  take, 

In  twenty  and  four  hours'  time,  about  the  world  may  ride, 

The  which  is  but  one  day  and  night,  this  journey  to  abide."  64 

"  Thou  sayest  true  "  (then  said  the  King),  "  unto  the  second  then." 
"  Now  unto  that  "  (the  Shepherd  said),  "  I  answer  thus  agen  ; 
The  King  of  Kings,  our  Saviour  Christ,  for  thirty  pence  was  sold, 
I  under-value  you  by  far,  for  all  your  Crown  of  gold." 

Then  said  the  King,  "  Bishop,  'tis  right,  what  thou  hast  said  before  ; 

Now  tell  me  truly  what  I  think,  and  I  will  ask  no  more." 

"  You  think  that  I  the  Bishop  am,"  the  Shepherd  then  did  say  : 

"  Why  so  I  think,"  then  quoth  the  King,  "  in  spight  of  all  says  nay."       72 

"  You  have  contest  I  told  your  thought,  an't  like  your  Majesty, 
Although  I  w[e]are  the  Bishop's  robe,  a  Shepherd  poor  am  I : 
One  father  and  one  mother  both  we  had,  and  brethren  are, 
And  for  to  please  your  Boyal  Grace  my  brother  bad  a  care. 

"  He  now  lies  sick  neer  unto  death,  and  hither  did  me  send, 

Who  bid  me  tell  you  all  these  things,  for  fear  he  should  offend." 

"  Commend  me  to  him  "  (quoth  the  King)  "  and  thank  him  heartily, 

He  now  hath  satisfied  ray  mind,  and  pleased  well  am  I."  80 

A  hundred  pound  the  King  bestowed  upon  the  Shepherd  then, 
And  taking  leave  away  he  went  with  all  his  Gentlemen. 
When  to  the  Bishop  he  did  come,  all  things  he  did  relate, 
He  thank' d  his  brother,  and  was  glad  of  this  his  happy  fate. 

Upon  him  he  bestow'd  a  Farm,  of  forty  pounds  a  year, 

As  well  he  might  for  he  did  find  of  him  a  brother  dear. 

And  thus  unlearned  men  sometimes,  bard  matters  out  can  find, 

When  learned  Bishops  miss  the  mark,  and  Princes'  eyes  do  blind. 

London,  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Virc,  and  J.  Wright.  88 

[Black-letter,  two  cuts:    1st,  a  King  (on  p.  661),   2nd,  a  Bishop  {Williams). 

l'epysp.  for/.  Wright,  J.  Clarke,  W.  Thackeray,  T.  Passing  er.  Written,  1642.] 


753 


[Pepys  Collection,  II.  127  ;  Douce,  II.  169.] 

€&e  fiDID  afefiot  anu  Etng  ffl)lfte^ 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  Shaking  of  the  Sheets.     [See  p.  750.] 

IN  old  times  past  there  was  a  King,  we  read,  was  bountiful  in  each  degree, 
That  gave  rewards  to  each  Subject's  need,  so  orderly  as  it  might  be  ; 
And  kept  his  Princely  Pallaty,  in  every  kingly  quality, 
Maintaining  Hospitality. 

Then  the  King  was  given  to  understand,  there  liv'd  an  Abbot  in  those  days, 
That  kept  a  noble  House,  and  such  a  band  of  comely  Men  at  all  assays : 
That  made  the  King  to  marvel  much,  the  Abbot's  living  should  be  such, 
And  how  he  came  to  be  so  rich. 

Then  the  King  sent  for  the  Abbot  strait,  to  come  to  Court  he  might  him  see, 

To  number  the  Men  on  him  did  wait,  the  multitude  as  it  might  be  ; 

And  thither  went  the  Lord  Abbot  then,  and  after  him  Five  Hundred  Men, 

To  guard  him  out  and  home  again.  12 

Then  the  noble  King  he  did  demand,  of  his  House-keeping  and  all  his  Train, 

"  How  chance  you  keep  so  many  men  ?  "  quoth  he,  "  Or  how  come  you  by  all 

your  Gain  ?  "  [Sic.  qu.  '  Quoth  he'  redundant  ? 

"  Unto  your  Grace  I'll  make  it  known,  I  hope  my  cause  is  quickly  shown, 

For  I  spend  no  more  than  is  my  own." 

"  Thou  art  too  wealthy,"  said  the  King,  "  and  it  is  time  to  cut  off  your  Head  : 
For  I  do  suppose  in  every  thing  how  daintily  you  must  be  fed  : 
Unless  you  can  resolve  to  me,  within  one  year  these  Questions  three, 
Your  Head  shall  be  off,  I'll  warrant  ye. 

"  First  of  all,  you  must  declare  to  me,  to  the  uttermost  what  I  am  worth  ; 

See  that  you  have  a  ready  care,"  quoth  he,  "  for  to  study,  and  to  bring  it  forth. 

And  Secondly,  the  Truth  to  know,  How  I  about  the  World  must  go  ; 

This  is  the  Second  Kiddle,  you  know.  24 

"  The  last  m    il,  To  tell  me  what  I  Think  ;  and  then  you  shall  your  Pardon  have, 
Readily  set  down  with  pen  and  ink,  your  Lands  and  Livings  all  to  save. 
If  you  your  Livings  mean  to  hold,  with  all  your  Gallants  in  their  Gold, 
See  these  Riddles  you  readily  unfold." 

And  then  the  Abbot  he  sought  out  to  the  cunningest  Man  that  there  might  be, 
How  his  Purpose  then  he  might  bring  about,  and  for  to  set  his  Livings  free  : 
But  yet  by  no  good  men  could  he  these  Kiddles  expound  in  any  degree, 
Nor  yet  by  University. 

Then  the  old  Abbot  he  a  Brother  had,  a  silly  Man  that  kept  his  Sheep  ; 

Who  musing  how  his  Brother  came  so  sad,  and  how  he  came  in  Dump  so  deep  ; 

Saying,  "  Dear  Brother,  tell  to  me  how  chance  you  look  so  heavily, 

That  none  of  your  Friends  can  remend  ye."  36 

Then  the  Lord  Abbot  told  his  Brother  all  the  Questions  three,  which  made  him  sad  ; 
He  said,  "  Dear  Brother,  shall  I  be  so  bold  to  answer  them,  and  make  you  glad  ? 
Let  me  put  on  your  Abbot's  Weed,  and  I'll  go  to  Court  like  in  your  stead, 
And  see,  dear  Brother,  how  I  shall  speed." 

"  If  you  these  Questions  readily  can  put  out,  and  answer  them  to  my  Discharge  ; 
Half  of  my  Living  that  I  have,  no  doubt,  shall  be  thy  own,  to  live  at  large." 
And  thither  went  the  Shepherd  then,  and  after  him  five  hundred  Men, 
To  guard  him  out  and  home  again. 

vol.  vi.  3  c 


75  I  The  Old  Abbot  and  King  Olfrey. 

■•  Now  you  be  very  welcome ! "  said  the  King.  "  Indeed  your  Day  is  j ust  come  forth  ; 

[  make  no  doubt  but  to  me  you  bring  to  the  uttermost  what  I  am  worth." 

"  Yea,  I'll  assure  your  Grace,"  quoth  lie,  "  Worth  Nine  and  Twenty  Pence  you  be, 

Not  a  Peny  more,  I'll  warrant  ye.  48 

"  For  Jesus  Christ,  who  was  the  King  of  Kings,  was  sold  but  for  one  Peny  more, 
When  Judas  sold  him  to  the  Jewish  Things,  the  Scripture  bringeth  forth  therefore. 
Then  I  do  trust  your  Grace  will  say,  You  are  worth  uo  more,  no  manner  of  way, 

But  a  Peny  lesser  than  they  did  pay. 
"  Then  touchinghow  to  go  the  World  about :  In  twice  twelve  Hours,  as  you  may  see, 
The  Sun  doth  take  its  speedy  Course  about,  so  speed[il]y  as  it  may  be  ; 
If  you  about  the  World  would  go,  in  twice  Twelve  Hours  you  may  do  so  : 

And  this  is  the  Second  Piddle,  you  know. 
"  Then  last  of  all,  to  tell  you  what  you  Think  ;  I  am  sure  you  think  that  it  is  I 
.Am  the  Lord  Abbot  which  to  you  did  bring  these  Questions  so  readily  ; 
No,  I  am  but  his  Brother,  God  wot,  in  field  which  after  his  sheep  do  trot, 

For  Lands  and  Livings  I  have  not."  60 

When  as  the  Noble  King  had  heard,  his  Questions  he  had  answer'd  so, 
He  hearing  that  the  Shepherd  had  need,  a  Living  on  him  did  bestow  : 
And  his  Brother  likewise  he  did  yield  Half  of  the  Livings  which  then  he  held ; 

Thus  was  he  promoted  from  the  Field. 
[Pepys',  in  Black-letter,  with  two  woodcuts :  printed  for  /.  Wright,  J.  Clarke, 
W.  Thackeray,  and  T.  Passinger ;  Douce's,  for  A.  Milbourne.  Date,  circa  1682.] 


Cfie  DID  ant)  jftcto  Courtier. 

Steward. — "  The  case  is  altered  since  we  lived  i'  the  Country  ; 
We  do  not  now  invite  the  poor  o'  the  parish 
To  dinner,  keep  a  table  for  the  tenants  ; 
Our  kitchen  does  not  smell  of  beef  ;  the  cellar 
Defies  the  price  of  malt  and  hops  ;  the  footmen 
And  coach- drivers  may  be  drunk  like  gentlemen, 
With  wine  ;  nor  will  three  Fiddlers  upon  holidays 
With  aid  of  bag-pipes,  that  called  in  the  country 
To  dance  and  plough  the  hall  up  with  their  hob-nails, 
Now  make  my  Lady  merry.     We  do  feed 
Like  Princes,  and  feast  nothing  else  but  princes." 

— James  Shirley's  Lady  of  Pleasure,  Act  ii.  sc.  1.  1635. 


ft 


E  who  reads  the  rich  store  of  Plays  belonging  to  the  reigns 
of  James  I.  and  his  son  Charles  I.,  the  choicest  Comedies  of  Ben 
Jonson,  Massinger,  Fletcher,  and  Shirley,  will  find  luxurious 
revellings,  profuse  expenditure,  proud  wantonness  and  arrogant 
folly  enough  to  satisfy  the  most  inordinate  craving  for  satirical  and 
social  records.  What  our  ensuing  ballad  tells  of  the  degeneracy 
itito  riot  and  effeminacy  of  The  King's  Young  Courtier  is  amply 
borne  out  by  contemporary  description.  Professional  historians  never 
enjoyed  the  humour  of  the  playwright.  They  show  only  the  dullness 
and  formality  of  law  and  politics,  State-craft  and  foreign  warfare, 
rivalries  of  Court  favourites,  and  envious  plotting  or  rebellion  of 
mock  patriots;  they  preach  dreary  sermons  about  the  vanity  of  this 
world,  and  the  price  paid  for  glories.     It  is  from  the  ballad-singers, 


The  Old  and  the  New  Courtier.  755 

the  poets  of  the  bye-ways,  the  lively  chroniclers  of  passing  follies, 
passing  sorrows,  that  we  receive  best  instruction,  concerning  the 
daily  life  of  rich  and  poor,  the  soundness  or  the  rottenness  of  our 
citizens  and  countrymen:  before  the  modern  novel,  that  mirrors 
common  life,  had  found  a  few  of  its  earliest  students. 

Regarding  the  decay  of  Hospitality,  here  alleged,  we  may  not  be 
tempted  into  any  lectures  on  political  economy,  most  exasperating 
and  pretentious  of  nuisances.  The  older  style  of  wastefulness  had 
worked  evil  in  increasing  pauperism  and  idleness.    (But  see  p.  762.) 

Although  we  have  no  certain  record  in  print  of  this  ballad 
before  Tom  Underbill's  political  parody  in  1642,  it  had  circulated 
freely  before  Charles  the  First  sat  on  his  tottering  throne.  Never- 
theless, it  seems  to  have  been  a  novelty  to  Samuel  Pepys,  when  he 
heard  it  sung  on  the  16th  of  June,  1668  (Tuesday),  at  Newbury, 
where  he  had  dinner — "and  rnusick :  a  song  of  the  old  Courtier  of 
Queen  Elizabeth's,  and  how  he  was  changed  upon  the  coming  in  of 
the  King,  did  please  me  mightily,  and  I  did  cause  W.  Hewer  to 
write  it  out." — Diary,  v.  309-310,  1877  (Mynors  Blight's  edition). 

There  are  many  variations.  One  version,  modernised,  "  "With  an  Old  Song," 
is  in  Ritson's  English  Songs,  ii.  140,  1783  (music  in  vol.  iii.).  Also  with  music, 
the  old  song  had  been  given  in  Pills  to  Purge  Melancholy,  iii.  280,  1719.  When 
reprinted  in  the  Convivial  Songster,  1782,  p.  210,  with  music,  a  foot-note  told 
that  "  Some  people,  instead  of  the  above  burden  of  the  Old  and  New  Courtier, 
sing — '  Moderation,  moderation,  this  ivas  ancient  moderation  ! '  and,  at  the  change 
of  the  burden — '  Alteration,  alteration,  this  is  modern  alteration  / '  Edwin  the 
actor  (as  Gregory,  in  J.S.'s  "  Battle  of  Hexham,"  act  iii.  sc.  2)  sang  the  following 
imitation,  or  parody,  at  the  Theatre  Royal,  Crowe  Street,  London,  in  1789  :  — 

fHoocrnticm  ano  Alteration. 

IN  a  quiet  old  parish,  on  a  brown  healthy  old  moor, 
Stands  my  master's  old  gate,  whose  threshold  is  wore, 
With  many  old  friends  who  for  liquor  wou'd  roar, 
And  I  uncork'd  the  sherry  that  I  tasted  before. 

Moderation  ! 
Then  I  bad  my  quiet  pantry,  of  the  servants  was  head, 
Kept  the  key  of  the  old  cellar,  old  plate,  and  chipp'd  the  brown  bread  ; 
If  an  odd  old  barrel  was  missing,  it  was  easily  said. 
That  the  very  old  beer  was  one  morning  found  dead. 

Moderation  !  1 0 

But  we  had  a  good  old  custom,  when  the  week  did  begin, 
To  shew  by  my  account  I  had  not  wasted  a  pin  ; 
For  my  lord,  tho'  he  was  bountiful,  thought  waste  was  a  sin, 
And  never  wou'd  lay  out  much,  but  when  my  lady  lay-in. 

Moderation  ! 
Good  lack,  good  lack,  dame  Fortune  on  me  did  frown, 
And  I  left  my  old  quiet  pantry,  to  trudge  from  town  to  town, 
Worn  off  my  old  legs,  in  search  of  bobs,  thumps,  and  cracks  of  the  crown, 
I  was  fairly  knock'd  up,  and  almost  foully  knock'd  down. 

Alteration  !  20 

— Written  bv  George  Colnian,  the  Younger. 


756 


2Din  Courtier. 

[Our  earliest  printed  copy  follows  '  Le  Prince  d?  Amour  J  printed  for   William 
Leake,  at  the  Crown  in  Fleet  Street,  betwixt  the  two  Temple  Gates,  June,  1660.] 

AN  old  song  made  by  an  old  aged  Pate, 
Of  an  old  worshipful  gentleman,  had  a  wealthy  estate, 
That  kept  an  old  house  at  a  bountiful  rate, 
And  an  old  Porter  to  relieve  poor  people  at  his  gate, 

Like  an  old  Courtier  of  [the]  Queen's,  [i.e.  oio..  Elizabeth. 

And  the  Queen's  old  Courtier. 

With  an  old  Lady  whose  anger  one  word  asswageth, 

Who  every  Quarter  paid  his  old  Servants  their  wages, 

"Who  never  knew  what  belonged  to  Coachman,  Footmen,  nor  Pages, 

But  kept  two  and  fifty  men  in  Blew  caps  and  badges. 

Like  an  old  Courtier  [of  the  Queen's],  8rc.  12 

With  an  old  Study,  stuft  full  of  old  learned  books, 
And  an  old  Parson,  you  may  know  him  by  his  looks ; 
And  an  old  Butt'ry-hatch  worn  quite  off  the  old  hooks, 
And  an  old  Kitchin  that  maintain'd  half  a  dozen  old  Cooks. 
Like  an  old  [Courtier  of  the  Queen's],  Sfc. 

With  an  old  Hall  hung  with  Pikes,  Guns,  and  Bows, 
And  old  blades  and  Bucklers,  had  borne  many  shrowd  blows, 
With  an  old  Freezadoe  coat  to  cover  his  trunck  hose, 
With  an  old  cup  of  Sherry  to  comfort  his  old  nose. 

Like  an  old  [Courtier  of  the  Queen's],  fyc.  24 

With  an  old  fashion,  when  Christmas  was  come, 
To  call  in  all  his  old  neighbors  with  a  Bagpipe  or  a  Drum, 
And  good  cheer  enough  to  furnish  out  every  old  room,    • 
And  Beer  and  Ale  would  make  a  cat  to  speak,  and  a  wise  man  dumb. 
Like  an  old  [Courtier  of  the  Queen's],  Sfc. 

With  an  old  Faulkner,  a  Huntsman,  and  a  Kennel  of  Hounds, 
That  never  Hauked  nor  hunted  but  in  his  grand- father's  old  grounds, 
Who  like  a  wise  man  kept  himself  in  his  own  old  bounds  [miV."pounds." 
And  when  he  died  gave  each  child  a  thousand  old  pounds. 

Like  an  old  [Courtier  of  the  Queen's],  fyc.  36 

But  to  his  son  and  heir  his  lands  he  assign'd, 

With  an  old  will  to  charge  him  to  keep  the  same  bountiful  minde, 
To  be  good  to  his  old  Tenants,  and  to  his  old  neighbours  kinde, 
But  in  the  next  ditty  you  shall  hear  how  he  was  inclin'de. 

Like  a  new  Courtier  of  the  King's,  [i.e.  of  James  I. 

And  the  King's  new  Courtier. 


The  Old  and  the  New  Courtier.  757 

[2Pj£  <&£C0ltt>  Part,  To  the  same  Tune,  of  the  Queen's  Courtier.'] 

iBeto  Courtier. 

WITH  a  new  flourishing  Gallant,  [who]  is  newly  come  to  his  land, 
Who  keeps  a  brace  of  painted  Creatures  at  his  own  command, 
And  can  take  up  readily  a  thousand  pounds  on  his  new  Bond, 
And  drink  in  a  new  Tavern,  till  he  can  neither  go  nor  stand, 

Like  a  new  Courtier  [of  the  King's,  and  the  King's  new  Courtier]. 

"With  a  new  Lady  whose  face  is  beautiful  and  fair, 
Who  never  knew  what  belong'd  to  House-keeping  nor  care, 
But  purchas'd  seven  colour'd  Fans  to  play  with  the  wanton  ayr, 
And  seventeen  new  Dressings  of  other  women's  hair, 
Like  a  new  [Courtier  of  the  King's],  Sfc. 

With  a  new  study  full  of  Pamphlets  and  playes, 
With  a  new  Chaplain,  that  drinks  oftener  than  he  prays, 
With  a  new  Butt'ry-hatch  opens  once  in  five  or  six  days, 
With  a  new  French  Cook  to  devise  Cickshavvs  and  toys,    [quelqves-choses. 
For  the  new  [Courtier  of  the  King's],  Sfc.  60 

With  a  new  Hall  builded  where  an  old  Hall  stood, 
Hung  round  with  new  pictures,  does  the  poore  little  good, 
With  a  new  Shouel-board  whereon  never  stood  food, 
With  22  fair  Chimnies  never  burnt  coals  nor  wood. 
For  the  new  [Courtier  of  the  King's],  Sfc. 

With  a  new  fashion  when  Christmas  was  drawing  on, 
Upon  a  new  journey  they  must  all  to  London  be  gon, 
And  leave  none  to  keep  house  in  the  Country,  but  their  new  man  John, 
Who  relieves  all  his  Neighbors  with  a  great  thump  on  the  back  with  a  cold  stoue, 
Like  a  new  [Courtier  of  the  King's],  8fc.  72 

With  a  new  Gentleman-Usher  whose  carriage  is  compleat, 
With  a  new  Coachman,  and  two  footmen  to  carry  up  the  meat, 
With  a  new  waiting  Gentlewoman  whose  dressing  is  very  neat, 
Who  when  her  Lady  hath  dined  gives  her  fellows  very  little  meat, 
Like  a  new  [Courtier  of  the  Icing's],  Sfc. 

With  new  titles  of  honor  bought  with  his  Grand-father's  old  gold, 

For  which  most  of  his  father's  Mannors  were  all  sold, 

And  that's  one  cause  housekeeping  is  grown  so  cold, 

Yet  this  is  the  new  course  most  of  our  new  Gallants  hold. 

Like  new  Courtiers  of  the  King's,  and  the  King's  neio  Courtiers. 

Thus  have  you  heard  of  the  old  Courtiers  and  the  new, 
And  for  the  last  I  could  wish  never  a  word  were  true, 
With  these  rude  lines  which  I  dedicate  to  you, 
And  these  rude  verses  I  present  to  your  view, 

By  the  poor  Courtier  of  the  King's,  and  the  King' spoor  Courtier. 


758 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  72  ;  Pepys,  II.  211  ;  Douce,  II.  172  verso.] 

0n  Olo  £>ong  of  tlir  do  Counter  of  tl)e  fting'tf,  [<E ;,. 
ftutlj  a  4j2etti  &ong  of  a  ueto  Counter  of  tlje  iiung'g* 

The  Tune  is,   The  Queen's  Old  Courtier. 

Old. 

AN  old  song  made,  of  an  Old  aged  pate, 
< If  an  old  Gentleman  who  had  a  wealthy  estate, 
Who  kept  an  old  House  at  a  bountiful  rate, 

[And  an  old  Porter  to  relieve  the  old  poor  at  his  gate],  [caret. 

Like  an  old  Courtier  of  the  King's,  [sic.  mis-printed  for  "  Queen's" 

And  the  King's  old  Courtier. 

New. 
A  new  flourishing  Gallant,  newly  come  to  his  Land, 
And  can  take  up  a  thousand  pound  on  his  own  new  Band,  [bond. 

Who  keeps  two  painted  creatures  at  his  own  command, 
[And  gets  drunk  in  a  Tavern,  till  he  can  neither  go  nor  stand  :]        [caret. 
Like  a  young  Courtier  of  the  Kings,  and  the  King's  new  Courtier.    12 

Old. 

An  old  Lady,  whose  anger  one  word  asswages, 
And  every  quarter  pays  her  old  Servants  their  wages  ; 
Who  never  knew  what  belongs  to  Coach,  Footmen,  nor  Pages, 
Put  keeps  fifty-two  stout  fellows  in  blew  Coats  and  badges ; 
Like  an  old  Courtier  [of  the  Queen's],  §c. 

New. 
A  new  Lady,  whose  face  is  beautiful  and  fair, 
And  never  knew  what  belonged]  to  house-keeping  nor  care, 
But  buyes  a  new  Fan  to  play  with  the  wanton  air, 
And  several  new  dressings  of  other  women's  hair ; 

Like  a  young  Courtier  [of  the  King's],  §c.  24 

Old. 

An  old  Hall,  hung  round  with  Pikes,  Bills,  and  Bows, 
Swords,  blades,  and  bucklers,  that  have  endured  stout  blows, 
And  an  old  Frizadow  Coat,  to  cover  his  worship's  Trunck-hose, 
And  an  old  cup  of  Sherry  to  burnish  up  his  honourable  Nose. 
Like  an  old  [Courtier  of  the  Queen's],  §c. 

Note.—  Our  copy  (Roxb.  Coll.  III.  72}  "printed  for  F.  Coles,  in  Wine-Street,  on 
Saffron-Hill,  neer  Button  Garden"  early  in  the  reign  of  Charles  II.,  is  declared 
to  have  been  "Written  by  T.  Howard,  Gent."  Evidently  this  means  that  he 
wrote  the  said  broadside  version.  It  is  improbable,  therefore,  that  he  wrote  the 
(p.  756)  Prince  d'  Amour  version.  No  one  who  possessed  the  skill  there  displayed 
could  have  been  idiot  enough  to  mutilate  and  disintegrate  the  complete  ballad  by 
interweaving  the  two  Parts,  alternating  each  stanza  of  the  "  Old  Courtier"  with 
one  of  "  The  New  Courtier, "  moreover  making  them  both  "  Courtiers  of  the  King's" 
{sic).  T.  Howard  is  to  be  held  merely  as  the  cobbler  or  patcher-up  of  a  garbled 
version.  Nevertheless  (as  it  belongs  to  the  Roxburghe  Collection,  and  is  a  rarity 
in  this  broadside  reconstruction),  it  is  reproduced  here.  The  original  was  of 
1611-14,  when  the  newly-made  81080  baronets  and  £40  knights  were  drugs  in 
the  market :  compare  p.  757,  Hues  79  to  84  (omitted  from  T.  Howard's  version). 


Thomas  Howard's  re-written  Old  and  New  Courtier.      759 

The  Second  Part,  to  the  same  Tune. 
New. 
A  New  Hall,  built  where  the  Old  Hall  stood, 
Hung  round  with  pictures,  that  does  the  poor  but  little  good, 
And  a  new  Chimney  that  never  burnt  cole  nor  wood, 
And  a  new  Shufle-board-table  whereon  meat  never  stood. 

Like  a  new  Courtier  [of  the  King's],  and  the  King's  new  Courtier.   30 

Old. 
And  an  old  Study,  stuft  full  of  old  learned  books, 
And  an  old  reverend  Chaplain,  you  might  know  him  by  his  looks  ; 
And  an  old  Kitching  that  maintains  half  a  dozen  old  Cooks, 
And  an  old  butt'ry-hatch  [that  is]  worn  off  the  old  hooks, 
Like  an  old  Courtier  [of  the  Queen's],  $c. 

New. 
A  new  Study,  stuft  full  of  Pamphlets  and  plays, 
And  a  new  drunken  Chaplain,  [who]  swears  faster  than  he  prays, 
And  a  new  buttery-hatch  opens  once  in  four  or  five  days, 
[And  a  new  French  Cook,  to  devise  fine  kickshaws  and  Toys.]         [caret. 
Like  a  new  Courtier  [of  the  King's],  §c.  48 

Old. 
An  old  Faulkner,  a  Huntsman,  and  a  kennel  of  hounds, 
And  his  worship  did  never  hawk  nor  hunt  but  in  his  Grand-father's  grounds, 
And  when  he  dyed  left  every  child  a  thousand  of  old  pounds, 
Like  an  old  [Courtier  of  the  Queen's],  Qc. 

New. 
A  new  fashion  when  Christmas  was  drawing  on, 
This  new  Knight  and  his  Lady  to  London  must  be  gone, 
And  left  none  at  home,  but  the  new  Porter  John, 
To  relieve  poor  people  with  a  thump  on  the  back  with  a  cold  stone. 

Like  a  new  Courtier  [of  the  King's],  S;c.  (>0 

Old. 
An  old  fashion  when  Christmasse  was  drawing  on, 
Calls  all  his  neighbours  and  tenants  together  with  bag-pipe  and  drum, 
And  meat  enough  to  furnish  every  old  room, 

And  beer  that  will  make  a  [Cat]  speak,  and  a  wise  man  dumb,  [text,  'Cur.' 
Like  an  old  [Courtier  of  the  Queen's],  §e. 

New. 
And  when  he  dyed  to  his  Son  and  heir  he  assign'd 
To  be  good  to  his  Neighbors,  and  to  his  Tennants  kind, 
And  to  keep  stdl  the  same  bountiful  mind, 

Like  an  old  Courtier  [of  the  Queen's],  iSfC.  72 

New. 
A  new  Gentleman  Usher  whose  carriage  is  compleat, 
And  the  Coachman,  Grooms,  and  Foot-men  to  carry  up  the  meat, 
And  when  they  din'd  left  them  little  to  eat. 
Like  a  new  Courtier  of  the  King's, 
And  the  king's  new  Courtier. 

Written  by  T.  Howard,  Gent. 

London,  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  in  Wine-Street,  on  Saffron-Hill,  neer  Hat  ton-  Garden. 

[In  Black-letter.  Two  woodcuts,  given  already.  1st,  is  of  Prince  Henry  (?),  on 
p.  66,  Left ;  2nd,  the  man  making  obeisance,  p.  478.  Date  of  this  issue  (same 
as  Pepys'j  probably  c;rcd  1661-74  ;  bis-cocta  by  T.  Howard.    See  Note,  p.  758.] 


760 

tent  tlW  tftt  dDtoup  of 
llrgrnoani  nnti  Homanric  lIBallao^ 


lEtJitortal  lEptlocfue. 

TTERE  ends  our  "  Group  of  Ballads  choice, 
-*-*■     Romantic  Legendary  lore  ;  " 
Whereto  the  Minstrel  tuned  his  voice 
And  twanging  harp  in  days  of  yore. 

The  grim  old  Baron  bent  his  ear, 
Miladi,  still  the  wanderer' s  friend, 
Gave  largesse,  and  perchance  a  tear, 
When  sadder  story  near'd  the  end. 

Gather 'd  around  them,  glad  to  trace 
The  varying  fortunes  of  the  tale, 
The  sturdy  henchmen,  bronzed  of  face, 
With  young  handmaidens,  flush' 'd  or  pale. 

Then  heard  they  of  Adventures  brave, 
Of  Love  that  cotild  nor  faint  nor  fail, 
Of  Faith  triumphant  o'er  the  grave, 
Of  Dames  oppress' d,  and  Infant's  wail ; 

Hoiv  Kings  must  yield  to  Cupid's  dart ; 
How  Traitors  are  unmask' d  by  Time  ; 
How  loyal  Service  plays  its  part, 
To  punish  arrogance  or  crime. 

Behind  th'  enraptur 'd  fire-lit  throng, 
Contented,  happy,  warm  and  fed — ■ 
From  bleak  grey  moorland,  boding  torong, 
Lurk'd  spectral  Shadows  of  the  Dead. 

Thus,  while  yon  scan  these  Ballads  rare, 
Comrade,  of  many  a  bygone  year, 
We  raise  anew  some  Visions  fair, 
Gleaming  from  background  dark  and  drear. 


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24 


17.  vii.  'vs. 


J.  W.  Ebsworth. 


7G1 


SlppenDij:* 


-<i<*r*.3-r^- 


"  Let  us  alone.     Time  driveth  onward  fast, 
And  in  a  little  while  our  lips  are  dumb. 
Let  us  alone.     What  is  it  that  will  last  ? 
All  things  are  taken  from  us,  and  become 
Portions  and  parcels  of  the  dreadful  Past." 

— Tennyson's  Lotus-Eaters,  1832. 

FEW  light  taps  of  the  drum,  and  "  the  tune  of 
our  catch  played  by  the  picture  of  Nobody," 
ought  to  suffice  to  call  around  the  Appendix 
Maypole  those  who  have  not  yet  grown  weary 
of  ikoirjurglje  Ballaos.  The  Sixth  Volume 
is  nearly  ended,  but  it  seems  hard  to  leave 
outside,  shivering  in  the  cold,  three  '  strays ' 
for  which  no  shelter  had  been  afforded  within 
the  "  Group  of  Legendary  and  Romantic 
Ballads."  One  is  the  doleful  ditty  sang  or 
screeched  by  a  ballad  singer  amid  the  crowd 
gathered  at  the  window  of  "The  Distressed  Musician,"  as  painted 
and  engraved  by  Hogarth  in  1740:  that  "Lady's  Fall,"  the  tune 
of  which  had  been  already  cited  on  pp.  650,  651,  693,  and  else- 
where. A  second  is  "  The  Fair  Maid  of  Dunsmore's  Lamentation, 
occasioned  by  Lord  Wigmore,  once  Governor  of  Warwick  Castle." 
Neither  of  these  won  admittance  to  the  group,  for  substantial  and 
patent  reasons.  The  third  (now  placed  before  them  on  p.  762), 
entitled  "Mock-Beggar's  Hall,"  holds  sufficiently  close  connection 
with  "The  Old  and  Young  Courtier"  of  our  pp.  754,  759,  to 
justify  it  being  here  brought  into  contrast  without  delay.  It 
moreover  resembles  "The  Map  of  Mock-Beggar's  Hall,"  already 
reprinted  in  Roxburghe  Ballads,  vol.  ii.  pp.  132-136,  659. 

"Mock-Beggar's  Hall"  was  a  conventional  title  for  a  showy  outside, 
cheerless  within  ;  a  palatial  structure  devoid  of  hospitality.  This  is  well 
described  in  the  penultimate  stanza  of  the  ensuing  ballad,  the  pretentious 
mansions  having  been  built  sumptuously  to  extol  the  repute  of  their  owners,  and 
not  to  harbour  strangers  :  they  are  hypocritical  whited-sepulchres  of  evil  guise. 
Let  any  Poor  to  such  a  door 

Come,  they  expecting  plenty, 
They  there  may  ask  till  their  throats  are  sore, 
For  Mock-Beggar  Hall  stands  empty. 
Charles  I.  attempted  to  stem  the  influx  of  town-seeking  country  gentry,  which 
had  caused  much  discontent  in  rural  districts.     In  modern  times  also  complaints 
have  been  frequent  against  Absenteeism  ;  but  this  always  meant  absent- dinnerism, 


762 


[Roxburghe   Collection,    III.    218.] 

ZZXit])  its  situation  in  tfjc  spacious  (Countro  callctf  ^Inriiriljete. 

To  the  Tune  of,  It  is  not  your  Northern  Nancy  ;  or,  Sweet  is  the  Lass  that 

loves  me.     (Seo  p.  763.) 

"IN  ancient  times,  when  as  plain  dialing  was  most  of  all  in  fashion, 

J      There  was  not  then  half  so  much  stealing,  nor  men  so  given  to  passion ; 

But  now-a-days  Truth  so  decays,  and  false  knaves  there  are  plenty, 

So  Pride  exceeds  all  worthy  deeds,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

The  Hangman  now  the  fashion  keeps,  and  swaggers  like  our  Gallants ; 
While  Love  and  Charity  sits  and  weeps,  to  see  them  waste  their  Talents  ; 
Spend  all  their  store,  untill  no  more,  such  Prodigals  there  are  plenty, 
Thus  brave  it  out,  while  men  them  flout,  and  Mock-begger  Hail  stands  empty. 

Ned  Swash  hath  fetched  his  cloth  [e]s  from  pawn,  with  dropping  of  the  barrell ; 

Joan  Dust  hath  bought  a  smock  of  Lawn,  and  now  begins  to  quarrell : 

She  thinks  her  selfe,  poor  silly  Elfe,  to  be  the  best  of  twenty, 

And  yet,  the  whore  is  wondrous  poor,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

I  read  in  ancient  times  of  yore,  that  men  of  worthy  calling,  [N.B. 

Built  Alms-houses  and  Spittles'  store,  which  now  are  all  down  falling  ; 

And  few  men  seek  them  to  repair,  nor  now  is  there  one  among  twenty, 

That  for  good  deeds  will  take  any  care,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

[With  this,  our  fourth  stanza  (which  is  the  first  in  the  other,  Poxb.  Coll., 
I.  '252),  the  two  versions  coalesce,  for  nine  stanzas  (see  Uozburghe  Ballads, 
vol.  ii.  pp.  131-136) ;  the  tenth  of  the  other  being  substituted  for  our  thirteenth 
of  fioxb.  Coll.,  III.  218  :  the  next-following  stanza  being  common  to  both.] 

Farm-houses,  which  their  fathers  built,  and  Land  well  kept  by  tillage, 

Their  prodigal  sons  have  sold  for  gilt,  in  every  town  and  village.  [i.e.  cash. 

To  the  City  and  Court  they  do  resort,  with  gold  and  silver  plenty  ; 

And  there  they  spend  their  time  in  sport,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

Young  Landlords,  when  to  age  they  come,  their  rents  they  would  be  racking  ; 

The  Tenant  must  give  a  golden  sum,  or  else  he  is  turn'd  packing  : 

Great  fines,  and  double  rent  beside,  or  else  they'll  not  contented  be  : 

It  is  for  to  maintain  their  monstrous  pride,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

Their  fathers  went  in  homely  freez,  and  wore  good  plain  cloth  breeches ;     [frieze. 
Their  stockings  with  the  same  agrees,  sowed  on  with  good  strong  stitches  ; 
They  were  not  then  call'd  Gentle-men,  though  they  had  wealth  great  plenty, 
Now  every  Gull's  grown  worshipfull,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

No  gold  or  silver  parchment  Lace  was  worn,  but  by  our  Nobles ;  [2nd  Part :  same  tune. 
Nor  would  the  honest  harmless  face  wear  Cuffs  with  so  many  doubles  ; 
Their  bands  were  to  their  shirts  sown  then,  yet  cloth  was  full  as  plenty ; 
Now  one  hand  hath  more  cloth  than  ten,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

Now  we  are  Apes  in  imitation,  the  more  indeed's  the  pity ; 
The  City  followes  the  Stranger's  fashion,  the  Country  follows  the  City  : 
And  ere  one  fashion  is  known  throughout,  another  they  will  invent  yee  ; 
'Tis  all  your  Gallants  study  about,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

]\ie  thinks  it  is  a  great  reproach,  to  those  that  are  nobly  descended, 
Wli[o]  for  their  pleasure  cauuot  have  a  Coach,  wherewith  they  might  be  attended, 
But  every  beggerly  Jack  and  Gill,  that  eat  scant  a  good  meal  in  twenty, 
Must  through  thestreets  be  jaunted  still,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 


Mock-Beggar's  Hall.  763 

There's  some  are  rattled  thorow  the  streets  ;  Probation  est,  I  tell  it, 
"Whose  names  are  wrapt  in  parchment  sheets  ;  it  grieves  their  hearts  to  spell  it : 
They  are  not  ahle  two  men  to  keep,  with  a  Coach-man  they  must  contented  be, 
Which  at  Goldsmiths-hall  door  in'sboxlies  asleep,  while  Mock-begger  Ball  stands  empty. 

Our  Gentle-women,  whose  means  is  nothing,  to  that  which  they  make  shew  of, 
Must  use  all  the  fashions  in  their  cloathiug,  which  they  can  hear  or  know  of  ; 
They  take  such  care  themselves  to  deck,  that  Money  is  oft  so  scanty, 
The  belly  is  forc'd  to  complain  to  the  back,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

There  is  a  crue,  and  a  very  mad  crue,  that  about  the  Town  doth  swagger, 
That  seems  like  Knights  to  the  people's  view,  and  wear  both  sword  and  dagger  ; 
That  sweetens  their  clothes  once  a  week ;  Hunger  with  them  is  so  plenty, 
The  Broker  will  not  have  them  to  seek,  while  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

[For  the  above,  our  thirteenth  stanza,  the  "Map  of  Mock-Bcgger  Hall" 
version  gives  an  equivalent,  tenth  stanza,  as  already  told,  viz.  : — 
It  may  well  be  that  some  will  muse,   Wherefore,  in  this  relation, 
The  name  of  Mocke-begger  /  doe  use,  without  any  explanation  ; 
To  cleare  which  doubt  before  I  end,  because  they  shall  all  content  be, 
To  shew  the  meaning  I  doe  intend,  of  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

The  next  stanza  coincides  in  both  broadsides,  beginning,  "  Some  Gentlemen."] 
Some  Gentlemen  and  Citizens  have,  in  divers  eminent  places, 
Erected  Houses  fine  and  brave,  which  stood  for  the  Owners'  graces. 
Let  auy  poor  to  such  a  door  come,  they  expecting  plenty, 
They  there  may  ask  till  their  throats  are  sore,  for  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

[Next  follows  a  final  stanza,  in  each,  differing  so  far  that  we  add  in  Italic  type 
the  other  version  for  comparison  in  a  footnote  below.     This  is  our  exemplar's  :  —  ] 

Thus  plainly  I  to  you  declare  how  strangely  times  are  changed  ; 
What  Humours  iu  the  people  are,  how  virtue  is  estranged  : 
How  every  Jackanapes  can  strut,  such  Coxcombs  there  are  plenty ; 
But  at  the  last  in  [the]  Prison  shut,  so  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

Jim's. 

Printed  at   London  for  Richard  Harper,   at   the  Bible  and  Harp,  Smithfield. 

[In  Black-letter,  with  a  woodcut,  Malory's,  used  for  "  Love's  Lunacie,"  now 
reproduced  on  p.  766.     Date,  circa  1636-42,  not  later,  and  probably  earlier.] 

Note. — Here  is  the  final  stanza,  twelfth,  of  "  The  Map  of  Mock-Begger  Hall,'" 
"  printed  neere  to  the  Hospitall-gate  in  Smithfield,  for  Richard  Harper.'1'' 

Thus  in  these  times  we  can  perceive  small  Charity,  comfort  yielding, 
For  Pride  doth  men  of  Grace  bereave,  not  only  in  Gloathes,  bat  in  Building  ; 
Man  makes  the  senselesse  stones  and  bricke,  which  by  Heaven 's  goodnesse  lent  be, 
Hxpresse  his  pride  by  these  vaine  trickes;  thus  Mock-begger  Hall  stands  empty. 

*#*  Of  the  two  names  to  the  tune,  mentioned  for  this  ballad,  the  first  is 
Northern  Nancy,  or  '  It  is  not  your  Northern  Nancy  '  (probably  the  first  line  of 
the  lost  ballad).  See  AVm.  Chappell's  Popular  Music,  p.  355.  The  other  tune- 
name,  So  sweet  is  the  Lass  that  loves  me,  is  of  Martin  Parker's  ballad,  "Love's 
Solace  "  (reprinted  in  Roxburghe  Ballads,  vol.  i.  p.  623),  to  a  new  Court  tune 
called  The  Damask  Rose,  believed  to  be  Omnia  viucit  Amor  of  the  Skene  MS., 
"  0  !  that  I  were  with  my  true  Love." 


764 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  148,  164,570;  Pepys,  T.  510;  Euing,  196  ; 
Douce,  III.  62  verso  ;  Jersey,  II.  317-J 

a  Lamentable  TBallan  of  tfje  ilatiie's  Jfall. 

Declaring  Jjofo  a  ©cntlcfaaman  trjrourtrj  fjcr  too  mucfj  trust  came  to 
Jjer  enrj,  anti  Ijofo  ijer  3Lobcr  sleiu  ijimsclf. 

The  Tune  is,  In  Pescod  time.     [See  p.  650.] 

"II 1"  Ark  well  my  heavy  doleful  tale,  you  Loyal  Lovers  all, 
111     And  needfully  bear  in  your  brest  a  gallant  Ladie's  fall  : 
Long  was  she  woo'd  e're  she  was  won  to  lead  a  wedded  life, 
But  folly  wrought  her  overthrow  before  she  was  a  wife. 

Too  soon,  alas  !  she  gave  consent  to  yield  unto  his  will. 

Though  he  protested  to  be  true,  and  faithful  to  her  still : 

She  felt  her  body  altered  quite,  her  1  right  hue  waxed  pale, 

Her  fair  red  cheeks  turn'd  colour  white,  her  strength  began  to  fail. 

So  that  with  many  a  sorrowful  sigh  this  beauteous  Maiden  mild,    [L/n/i/. 
With  grievous  heart  perceiv'd  her  self  to  be  couceiv'd  with  child : 
She  kept  [it]  from  her  father's  sight,  as  close  as  close  might  be, 
And  so  put  on  her  silken  gown  none  might  her  swelling  see.  12 

Unto  her  lover  secretly  she  did  her  self  bewray,  [a.l.  her  grief  she. 

And  walking  with  him  hand  in  hand,  these  words  to  him  did  say  : 
'•  Behold,"  said  she,  "  a  Maid's  distress,  my  love,  brought  to  thy  bow, 
Behold  I  go  with  child  by  thee,  but  none  thereof  doth  know. 

"  The  little  babe  springs  in  my  womb  to  hear  the  father's  voice  ; 
Let  it  not  be  a  bastard  call'd,  sith  I  made  thee  my  choice  : 
Come,  come,  my  love,  perform  thy  vow,  and  wed  me  out  of  hand ; 
O  leave  me  not  in  this  extream,  in  grief  alwayes  to  stand  ! 

"  Think  on  thy  former  promise  made,  thy  vows  and  oaths  each  one  ; 
Remember  with  what  bitter  tears  to  me  thou  mad'st  thy  moan : 
Convey  me  to  some  secret  place,  and  marry  me  with  speed, 
Or  with  thy  rapier  end  my  life,  ere  further  shame  proceed."  24 

"  Alas!  my  dearest  Love,"  quoth  he,  "my  greatest  joy  on  earth, 
Which  way  can  I  convey  thee  hence,  without  a  sudden  death  ? 
Thy  friends  they  be  of  high  degree,  and  I  of  mean  estate, 
Full  hard  it  is  to  get  thee  forth  out  of  thy  father's  gate." 

"  Dread  not  thy  [life]  to  save  my  fame,  and  if  thou  taken  be, 
My  self  will  step  between  the  swords,  and  take  the  harm  on  me  ; 
So  shall  I  scape  Dishonour  quite,  if  so  I  should  be  slain, 
What  could  they  say  ?  but  that  true  love  did  work  a  Ladie's  bane. 

"  And  do  not  fear  any  further  harm,  my  self  will  so  devise, 

That  I  will  go  away  with  thee  unseen  of  mortal  eyes  ;  [a.l.  ride. 

Disguised  like  some  pretty  Page,  I'le  meet  thee  in  the  dark; 

And  all  alone  I'le  come  to  thee  hard  by  my  father's  park." 

And  then,  quoth  he,  "  I'le  meet  my  love,  if  God  do  lend  me  life, 
And  this  day  moneth  without  all  fail,  I  will  make  thee  my  wife." 
Then  with  a"  sweet  and  loving  kiss,  they  parted  presently, 
And  at  their  parting  brinish  tears  stood  in  each  other's  eye.  36 


A  Lamentable  Ballad  of  the  Ladle's  Fall.  765 

At  length  the  wished-day  was  come,  where[in]  this  lovely  Maid,      ['  as.' 
With  lo[nging]  eyes  and  strange  attire  for  her  true  lover  staid; 
When  any  person  she  espy'd  come  riding  o're  the  plain, 
She  thought  it  was  her  owu  true  love,  but  all  her  hopes  were  vain. 
Then  did  she  weep,  and  sore  bewail  her  most  unhappy  state, 
Then  did  she  speak  these  woful  words,  when  succourless  she  sat. 
"  O  false,  forsworn,  and  faithless  wretch,  disloyal  to  thy  love,    [a.l.  man. 
Hast  thou  forgot  thy  promise  made,  and  wilt  thou  perjur  d  prove  ? 
"  And  hast  thou  now  forsaken  me.  in  this  my  great  distress, 
To  end  my  days  in  open  shame,  which  thou  might'st  well  redress? 
Wo  worth  the  time  I  did  believe  that  flattering  tongue  of  thine, 
Would  God  that  I  had  never  seen  the  tears  of  thy  false  eyne !  "  48 

And  thus,  with  many  a  sorrowful  sigh,  homewards  she  went  again; 
No  rest  came  in  her  wat'ry  eyes,  she  felt  such  bitter  pain. 
In  travel  strong  she  fell  that  night,  with  many  a  bitter  throw, 
What  woful  pangs  she  felt  that  night  doth  each  good  woman  know. 
She  called  up  her  waiting-maid,  that  lay  at  her  bed's-feet, 
Who  musing  at  her  Mistress  woe,  did  strait  begin  to  weep. 
'■  Weep  not,"  said  she.  "  but  shut  the  door  and  windows  round  about, 
Let  none  bew[ray]l  my  wretched  case,  but  keep  all  persons  out."  [«  bewail.' 
"  O  Mistress,  call  your  mother  dear,  of  women  you  have  need, 
And  of  some  skilful  mid-wives'  help,  the  better  you  may  speed. 
"  Call  not  my  mother,  for  thy  life,  nor  call  no  women  here  ; 
The  mid-wives'  help  comes  now  too  late,  my  death  I  do  not  fear."       CO 
With  that  the  babe  sprang  in  her  womb,  no  creature  being  nigh, 
And  with  a  sigh  that  broke  her  heart,  this  gallant  dame  did  dye  : 
This  living  little  infant  young,  the  mother  being  dead,       [a.l.  little  lovely. 
Resign'd  his  new-received  breath  to  Him  that  had  him  made. 
Next  morning  came  her  Lover  true,  affrighted  at  this  news,  [a.  own  true  1. 
And  he  for  sorrow  slew  himself,  whom  each  one  did  accuse  ; 
The  mother  with  the  new-born  babe,  were  both  laid  in  one  grave, 
Their  Parents  overcome  with  woe,  no  joy  of  them  could  have,  [over  worn. 
Take  heed,  you  dainty  damsels  all,  of  flattering  words  beware  ; 
And  of  the  honour  of  your  name  have  you  a  special  care  ! 
Too  true,  alas !  this  story  is,  as  many  one  can  tell, 

By  others'  harms  learn  to  be  wise,  and  thou  shalt  do  full  well.  72 

Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  J.  Wright,  and  J.  Clarke. 

[In  Black-lotter.     Four  woodcuts.     1st  and  2nd  on  p.  163,  ante;    3rd,  new, 

a  woman  in  bed,  another  woman  standing  near;    4th,  adjoined,  the  man 

killing  himself,  as  on  p.  794.     This  ballad  of  the  "  Lady's  Fair'  was  entered 

to  William  White  on  11th  June,  1603,  in  the  Stationers'  Registers,  book  C, 

fol.  97  ( =Arber's  Transcript,  iii.  237),  along  with  other  ballads  (cf.  pp.  571, 

653,  656).     It  is  in  the  Reliques,  and  Ritson's  English  Songs,  ii.  209.     Lines 

19,  20,  and  last  couplet  carent  in  Percy  Folio  MS.,  pp.  268-270,  whence 

corrections  are  won.     Roxb.  Coll.,  III.  570,  is  modern,  n.p.n.] 

***  Another  tragic  ballad,  of  heartless  seduction  and  misery,  is  the  account 

of   Fair  Isabel  of    Dunsmore  Heath,  Warwickshire,  and   Lord  Wigmore  of 

Warwick  Castle.     We  give  two  versions.      Dunsmore-Heath   had  previously 

produced  the  Dun  Cow,  which  was  slain  by  Guy  of  Warwick  (pp.  729,  733, 

736,  781),  before  it  gave  nurture  to  the  apocryphal  maiden,  Isabel,  of  next  page. 


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llovo  CCtgmott  anti  faiv  Jenbtl  of  SDungmots. 


"  There  lately  was  a  Maiden  fair, 


A 


that  lived  oa  Dimsmore-Heath,  Sir.'' 
—Dunsmorc  Kate,  1698.     (Cf.  p.  772.) 


,  NOTHER  version  of  the  story  of  Lord  Wigmore  nnd  Isabel  of  Dunsmore 
Heath,  differing  in  diction  but  not  in  the  incidents  from  our  pp.  767-770, 
and  issued  by  the  same  publishers,  is  preserved  in  Cupid's  Garland,  set  rottnd 
about  with  Guilded  Eoses:  containing  many  pleasant  Songs  and  Sonnets,  newly 
written.  The  motto  is,  'Omnia  amatore  Debuerat  fortis  implicuisse  comas) 
Printed  for  John  Clarke,  William  Thackeray,  and  Thomas  Passinger.  The 
contents  in  part  coincide  with  Richard  Johnson's  Crowne  Garland  of  Goulden 
Eoses,  of  much  earlier  date,  viz.  1612,  including  this  very  piece  ;  named  in 
Cupid's  Garland  as  'A  song  of  the  Lord  Wigmore  and  the  Fair  Maid  of 
Dunsmorc  in  Warwickshire,  which  may  be  a  warning  to  all  maids  to  shun 
the  alurements  of  wanton  Gallants.'  Tune  of,  The  Earl  of  Essex's  last  good 
night  [for  mention  of  which  see  our  p.  623].  It  begins,  like  ours  on  p.  771  (in 
which  we  accept  The  Crowne  Garland  version),  "  In  Warwickshire  there  stands 
a  down."  It  is  followed  immediately  by  its  second  part,  "  The  sad  Com- 
plaint of  fair  Isabel,  for  the  loss  of  her  maiden  honour  ;  at  the  end  whereof, 
like  Roman  Lucrccc,  she  slew  her  self.  To  the  same  Tune."  It  begins  differently 
from  ours,  "  Lord  Whigmore,  pitty  take  on  me  !  "  five  stanzas  of  eight  lines 
each,  and  the  burden  of  '  Lord  Whigmore,  this  is  'long  of  thee : '  fourteenth  line 
of  "  The  Complaint."  Richard  Johnson's  Crowne  Garland  of  Golden  Hoses  was 
entered  to  John  Wrighte  (Stationers'  Registers,  C.  216  verso),  18  Feb.,  16xi» 


[Woodcut  (from  Morte  d' Arthur,  Book   2nd),  belongs  to  pp.  710  and  762. J 


767 


[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  170;  III.  893;  Bagford,  II.  28  ;  Jersey,  II.  187  ; 
Euing,  117  :  Wood,  E.  25.  71.] 

fl^atti  of  Dunsmore's  lamentation* 

^Dccasionco  up   aiorti  Wigmore,  once  dBoumtout:  of 

Warwick;  Castle. 
Being  a  full  anti  true  delation,  ftota  Hato  Wigmore  entiecti  the 

fait  Isabel  of  Dunsmore,  in  Warwick-shire,  a  Sfjcpfjet'b's 
Daughter,  ta  Ijfs  13cti ;  she  aftcrfoaros  rjctcctuinrj  fjcr  self  to  ie 
iru'tfj  chile  bo  hint,  rather  than  she  toouUj  unocrrra  the  imlijar 
bisrjrace  amongst  her  jjrtcnbs,  "biti  stab  Ijcr  self,  anlj  fcjjcU 
tntmeoiatelu. 

Tune  of  [When]  Troy  Town.     [See  p.  548.]     With  allowance. 

A  LI  you  that  ever  heard  the  name 
Of  Wigmore,  that  renowned  Lord, 
"Who  once  had  gain'd  a  glorious  fame, 
But  lost  it  of  his  own  accord, 
A  lustful  Jove  did  cause  her  tvoe, 
Which  did  his  Honour  overthrow. 

The  King  had  made  him  Governour 

Of  Warwick- Castle,  where  he  dwelt 
Not  long,  but  quickly  heard  of  her, 

Whose  name  to  name  my  heart  doth  melt : 

A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc.  12 

Fair  Isabel  they  did  her  call, 

A  Shepheard's  Daughter  fair  and  bright, 

Which  caus'd  this  man  of  might  to  fall 
In  love  with  her  at  the  first  sight  : 
A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc. 

Lord  Wigmore  on  a  Summer's  clay, 

With  his  own  Servant  walkt  the  field, 
By  a  small  river  the}r  took  their  way, 

Whose  murmuring  current  did  pleasure  yield, 

But  a  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc.  24 

They  had  not  walked  very  far, 

But  easily  they  might  espye 
Fair  Isabel's  body  to  appear, 

A-washing  of  herself  just  by  : 

A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc. 


"68  The  Fair  Maid  of  Dunsmore's  Lamentation. 

She  in  the  silver  stream  alone 

Was  washing  of  her  milk  white  skin  ; 
But  had  she  her  misfortunes  known, 

She  would  not  in  that  place  have  been : 

A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc.  36 

The  more  he  lookt,  the  more  he  lov'd, 

Till  looking  did  for  action  call  ; 
"With  flames  of  lust  his  heart  was  mov'd 

To  work  her  ruin  and  his  fall. 

A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  tcoe],  etc. 
Thus  viewing  her  with  burning  pain, 

He  could  no  longer  there  abide, 
But  to  his  castle  returns  again, 

And  there  would  fain  his  passion  hide. 

But  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc.  48 

But  all  in  vain,  the  more  he  strove 

From  love-sick  fancies  to  retire, 
The  more  he  burnt  in  lustful  love, 

And  Isabel  must  quench  the  fire : 

A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc. 

A  trusty  servant  forth  he  sends, 

To  bring  her  to  him  without  delay, 
Resolving  for  to  have  his  ends, 

And  quickly  too,  he  could  not  stay, 

A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc.  60 

The  servant  goes  at  his  command, 

And  vows  he  will  not  be  deny'd, 
There  did  he  spy  fair  Isabel  stand, 

Just  dressed  by  the  river  side, 

A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc. 

The  servant  told  her  courteously, 

His  Lord  desired  her  for  to  come, 
For  he  must  speak  with  her  instantly ; 

She  grants,  and  went  into  his  room. 

A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc.  72 

Lord  Wigmore  fell  upon  his  knees, 

And  beg'd  to  him  she  would  be  kind, 
Crying,  "  Isabel,  my  dear,  none  sees, 

Blush  not,  my  sweetest,  love  is  blind." 
A  lustful  love  [did  cause  her  woe],  etc. 

Her  innocence  was  overcome, 

Oh  pitty  'twas,  she  was  beguil'd, 
She  afterwards  returned  home, 

And  from  that  time  conceiv'd  with  child. 

A  lustful  love  did  cause  her  woe[,  etc.].  84 


The  Fair  Maid  of  Dunsmore's  Lamentation.  769 

jfatr  Isabel's  fHaurnful  Eccantatfan. 

AT  Dunsmore  the  fair  Isabel 
Near  unto  Warwick,  that  brave  town, 
There  'twas  she  mournfully  did  dwell, 
Repenting  what  was  yet  unknown. 

With  sighs  she  cryes,  "  Heaven  pity  me, 
Lord  Wigmore,  this  is  Uong  of  thee  !  " 

Quoth  she,  "  Alas!  what  shall  I  do, 

Or  unto  whom  shall  I  make  my  moan  ? 
Each  day  and  hour  increase  my  woe, 

And  yet  I  dare  not  make  it  known." 

With  sighs  \_she  cryes,  " Heaven  pity  me  !"]  etc.       96 

"  Oh,  that  I  had  ne'r  been  born, 

[Or]  being  born,  had  dyed  just  then  !  [Texl  "and." 

Each  Virgin  will  hold  me  in  scorn, 

And  shall  be  scoff'd  by  all  young  men." 

With  sighs  [she  cryes,  "  Heaven  pity  me  /"]  etc. 

At  six  months'  end  she  could  perceive 

Her  belly  swelled  and  big  did  grow, 
The  Babe  within  her  womb  did  strive, 

And  friends  began  the  cause  to  know. 

With  sighs  \_she  cryes,  "  Heaven  pity  me.'"]  etc.    108 

Poor  Isabel,  distrest  with  grief, 

Laments  her  folly,  but  too  late  ; 
Instead  of  giving  her  relief, 

Her  friends  do  prosecute  their  hate. 

With  sighs  [she  cryes,  "  Heaven  pity  me  /"]  etc. 

But  she,  not  able  to  endure 

Their  anger  and  her  own  disgrace, 
Resolves  to  find  a  speedy  cure, 

In  some  convenient  private  place. 

With  sighs  [she  cryes,  "Heaven  pity  me  /"]  etc.    120 

"With  this  sad  resolution  bent, 

She  takes  a  dagger  in  her  hand  ; 
'T  will  make  a  heart  of  stone  relent 

The  truth  of  this  to  understand, 

With  sighs  [she  cryes,  "  Heaven  pity  me/"]  etc. 

She  prays  that  heaven  would  her  forgive, 

Then  to  her  heart  her  dagger  sent, 
And  down  she  dropt ;  let  those  that  live 

Take  care  betimes,  and  all  Repent. 

At  last  she  cry\l,  ["  Heaven  pity  me  !  "]  etc.  132 

VOL.  vt.  3  D 


I  I 


0 


The  Fair  Maid  of  Dunsmore's  Lamentation. 


Lord  Wigmore  hearing  of  this  [deed], 

He  never  more  had  quiet  rest, 
His  guilty  heart  did  in  him  bleed, 
And  privately  his  sins  contest, 
"  Fair  Isabel,  forgive,  and  I 
Will  pine  with  sorrow  till  I  dye. 

"  T  must  confess  I  did  thee  wrong, 

And  openly  will  it  proclaim  ; 
Let  all  young  men  that  hear  this  song 

Take  care  they  ne'r  commit  the  same. 
Fair  Isabel,  [forgive,  and  /],  etc. 

"  And  when  I  am  dead,  and  blood  is  cold, 

To  shew  my  dear  I  lov'd  thee  well, 
One  Tomb  shall  both  our  bodies  hold, 
Such  is  my  love  for  Isabel. 

Fair  Saint,  forgive  my  crime,  and  I 
Will  pine  tvith  sorroiv  till  I  dye." 


144 


Jims. 


Printed  for  J.  Wright,  J.  Clarke,  W.  Thackeray,  and  T.  Passinger. 

[Black-letter.     Three  woodcuts.     1st  and  2nd  (originally  conjoint)  are  on  p.  47. 
3rd,  the  girl  stabbing  herself,  p.  794,  left.      Substituted  cut  is  given  below.] 


J.WM, 


771 


[Crowne-Garland  of  Goulden  Roses,  1612,  1659  ;   Cupid's  Garland,  c.  1638.] 

fflyz  lamentable  Sang  of  tlje  3Larti  Wignioore,  ©oucrnar  of  Warwicke 
Castle,  ano  tfjc  Jaore  iiWato  of  Dunsmoore :  as  a  flUartuncf  to 
all  JHaftJs  to  Ijaue  care  Ijoin  tljeg  gcelU  to  tjje  inanton  Belicrljts  of 
jjouna;  (Sallants. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Diana  [and  her  Barlings  deare.     See  vol.  ii.  p.  520]. 

IN  Warwick-shire  there  stands  a  downe,  and  Bunsmoorc-Hcath  it  hath  to  name, 
Adjoyning  to  a  country  toune,  made  famous  by  a  maiden's  fame  : 
Faire  Isabel,  she  called  was,  a  Shepheard's  daughter,  as  some  say ; 
To  Wigmoore's  eare  her  fame  did  passe,  as  he  in  Warwicke-Castle  lay. 

Poore  Love-sick  Lord  immediately  upon  her  fame  set  his  delight ; 

And  thought  much  pleasure  sure  did  lie,  possessing  of  so  sweet  a  wight. 

Therefore  to  Dunsmoore  did  repair,  to  recreate  his  sickly  mind  ; 

Where  in  a  Summer's  evening  faire  his  chance  was  Isabell  to  find.  8 

She  sat  amidst  a  meddow  greene,  most  richly  spred  with  smelling  flowers, 
And  by  a  river  she  was  seene  to  spend  away  some  evening  howers, 
There  sat  this  maiden  all  alone,  washing  her  self  in  secret  wise, 
Which  Virgin  faire  to  look  upon  did  much  delight  his  longing  eyes. 

She,  thinking  not  to  be  espied,  had  lay'd  from  her  her  countrey  'tire ; 

The  tresses  of  her  Haire  untied  hung  glist'ring  like  the  golden  wire  ; 

And,  as  the  flakes  of  winter  snow,  that  lie  uomelted  on  the  plaines, 

So  white  her  body  was  in  show  :  like  silver  springs  did  run  her  veines.  16 

He,  ravisht  with  this  pleasant  sight,  stood  as  a  man  amazed  still ; 

Suff  ring  his  eyes  to  take  delight,  that  never  thought  they  had  their  fill. 

She  blinded  his  affection  so,  that  Reason's  rules  were  led  awry  ; 

And  Love  the  coales  of  lust  did  blow,  which  to  a  fire  soone  flamed  hye  : 

And,  though  he  knew  the  sinne  was  greate,  yet  burned  so  within  his  brest, 
With  such  a  vehement  scorching  heat,  that  none  but  she  could  lend  him  rest. 
Lord  Wigmoore  being  thus  drown'd  in  lust,  by  liking  of  this  dainty  dame, 
He  call'd  a  Servant  of  great  trust,  inquiring  straight  what  was  her  name.       24 

"  She  is,''  quoth  he,  "  no  married  Wife,  but  a  Shepheard's  daughter,  as  you  see, 
And  with  her  father  leads  her  life,  whose  dwellings  by  these  pastures  bee  : 
Her  name  is  Isabel  the  faire."     "  Then  stay  "  (quoth  he),  "  and  speak  no  more, 
But  to  my  Castle  straight  her  beare,  her  sight  hath  wounded  me  full  sore." 

Thus  to  Lord  Wigmoore  she  was  brought ;  who  with  delight  his  fancies  fed, 
And  through  his  sute  such  meanes  he  wrought,  that  he  entic'd  her  to  his  bed. 
This  being  done,  incontinent,  she  did  return  from  whence  she  came, 
And  every  day  she  did  invent  to  cover  her  received  shame.  32 

But  ere  three  months  were  fully  past,  her  crime  committed  plaine  appeares  : 
Unto  Lord  Wigmoore  then,  in  haste,  she  long  complain'd  with  weeping  teares. 

[Second  Part.] 

2TJ)e  Complaint  of  $Fatt  Isabell  for  the  £ossc  of  fjct  honour;  at  tlje 
cnto  inlicrcof  she  slcin  Iicr  selfe. 


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cno  tnljercof  slje  slcin  Ijcr  selfe. 


Ord  Wigmoore!  thus  I  have  defil'd  and  spotted  my  pure  Virgin's  bed  ; 
Behold  I  am  conceiv'd  with  childe,  to  which  vile  folly  you  me  led. 


(  I  i 


Lord  Wiijmore  and  tlw  Fair  Maid  of.Dunsmore. 


"  For  now  this  deed  that  T  have  wrought  throughout  this  country  well  isknowne, 
.And  to  n  iy  wot' u  I  parents  brought,  who  now  forme  do  make  great  mone.  ["whom" 
How  shall  I  looke  them  in  the  face,  when  they  my  shamelesse  selfe  shall  see? 
Then  sed  [she]  :  "Eye!  1  feele  thy  ease,  when  thou  had'st  tasted  of  the  tree;  40 

"  Thou  hid'st  thy  selfe,  and  so  must  T,  but  God  thy  trespasse  quickly  found  ; 
The  dark  may  hide  me  from  man's  eye,  but  leave  my  shame  still  to  abound. 
Wide  open  are  mine  eyes  to  look  upon  my  sad  and  heavy  sinne  ; 
And  quite  unclasped  is  the  Booke  where  my  accounts  are  written  in. 

"  This  sin  of  mine  deserveth  death  ;  be  judge,  Lord  Wigmoore,  I  am  shee, 
For  I  have  tread  a  strumpet's  path,  and  for  the  same  I  needs  must  die  ! 
.lie-spotted  with  reproaehfull  shame  to  ages  following  shall  I  bee, 
And  in  records  be  writ  my  blame  :  Lord  Wigmoore,  this  is  'long  of  thee  !       48 

"  Lord  Wigmoore,  prostrate  at  thy  feete,  I  crave  my  just  deserved  doom, 
That  death  may  cut  off  from  the  roote  this  Body,  blossom,  branch  and  blooine  ! 
Let  Modesty  accurse  this  crime  !  let  Love,  and  Law,  and  Nature  speak  ! 
Was  ever  any  wretch  yet  seene  that  in  one  instant  all  did  breake  ? 

"Then,  Wigmoore,  justice  on  me  show,  that  thus  consented  to  this  act, 

Give  me  my  death  :  for  death  is  due  to  such  as  sinne  in  such  a  fact : 

O  that  the  wonibe  had  beene  my  grave,  or  I  had  perisht  in  my  birth ! 

O  that  same  day  may  darknesse  have,  wherein  I  first  drew  vitall  breath !         ;>6 

"  Let  God  regard  it  not  at  all  !  Let  not  the  sunne  upon  it  shine  ! 

Let  misty  darknesse  on  it  fall,  for  to  make  knownethis  sinne  of  mine  ! 

The  night  wherein  I  was  coneeiv'd,  let  be  accurst  with  mournefull  eyes  ! 

Let  tw  inckling  starres  from  skyes  be  reav'd,  and  clouds  of  darknesse  thereon  rise  ! 

"  Because  they  shut  not  up  the  powers  that  gave  the  passage  to  my  life. 
Come  Sorrow,  finish  up  mine  howers.  and  1st  my  time  here  end  with  greefe  !  " 
And  having  made  this  wofull  moane,  a  knife  she  snatched  from  her  side. 
Where  Lucresse'  part  was  rightly  showne,  for  with  the  same,  fayre  Isabell  dyed.  64 

Whereat  Lord  Wigmoore  grieved  sore,  in  heart  repenting  his  amisse, 
And  after  would  attempt  no  more  to  crop  the  flowers  of  maidens'  blisse  : 
But  lived  long  in  woeful]  wise,  till  Death  did  finish  up  his  dayes, 
And  now  in  Isabel's  grave  he  lyes,  till  Judgement  comes  them  both  to  raise. 

[Written  by  Richard  Johnson.] 

At  London.     Printed  by  G.  Eld  for  John  Wright,  and  are  to  be  sold  at  his 
Shop  at  Christ  Church  Gate,  [February]  1612. 

[  Various  readings  in  the  Edition  of  1659.  Line  40,  "  O  cursed  Eve,  I  feel  thy 
case,"  etc.  Line  42,  "  No  dark  may  hide  me  from  God's  eye,"  etc.  Line  46 
(which  we  adopt  instead  of  tread,  as  in  1612  edition),  "For  I  have  trod" 
etc.,  and  line  4',)  (also  here  adopted),  "Just  deserved  doom,"  but  1612  edition 
is  misprinted  "first."  Line  51  has  "  Let  Modesty  accurse  this  crime !  " 
(preferable  to  "  accuse  "  of  1612).  Lines  55-60  are  paraphrased  from  Job. 
chapter  Hi.  3,  et  seq.  "Let  the  dag  perish  wherein  I  was  born,  and  the  night 
in  which  it  was  said,  There  is  a  man  child  conceived.  Let  that  day  be  dark- 
ness; let  not  God  regard  it  from  above;  neither  let  the  light  shine  upon  it. 
Let  darkness  and  the  shadow  of  death  stain  it  .  .  .  Let  the  stars  of  the 
twilight  thereof  be  dark  .  .  .  Why  died  I  not  from  the  womb  ?  "] 

Lunsmore-Kate  (p.  766)  begins  thus  (in  Dancing-Master,  1698  ;  Pills,  iv.  210 : 

"  There  lately  was  a  Maiden  fair,  with  ruddy  cheeks  and  nut-brown  hair, 
Who  up  to  Town  did  trudge,  Sir  ; 
This  pretty  Maid,  whose  name  was  Kate,  met  here  a  hard  unlucky  fate, 
As  you  anon  shall  judge,  Sir  .  .  . 


Manuscript  version  of  "  Dainty,  come  thou  to  me  !  "     773 

"  Quoth  she,  '  If  these  be  London  tricks,  God  send  me  down  among  mv  Dicks, 
That  live  on  Ditnsmore  Heath,  Sir; 
If  ever  I  come  here  again,  or  e'er  believe  one  man  in  ten, 

May  the  De'll  come  stop  my  breath,  Sir.' ':  [Finis. 

The  Roxburghe  Collection  unique  copy  of  "A  New  Northern 
Jigge  "  is  in  Roxburghe  Ballads,  vol.  i.  p.  629  ;  with  it  compare  the 
following,  from  J.  P.  Collier's  MS.,  Twenty-Five  Old  Ballads  : — 

Dat'ntt'c,  come  tljou  to  me. 

[He  begins  : — ] 

Wilt  thou  from  me  thus  part,  and  leave  me  in  miserie, 
When  I  gave  thee  hand  and  hart,  onely  with  thee  to  live  and  dye  ? 
Cart  from  thy  hart  all  care,  from  thee  I  nere  will  flee, 
Let  them  say  what  they  ivill  [dare],  Daintie,  come  thou  to  mee  ! 
"Were  my  state  or  good  or  ill,  rich  or  else  in  povertie, 
Yet  would  I  ever  love  thee  still ;  prove  thou  me,  and  thou  shalt  see. 

Cast  from  thy  hart,  etc.,  Daintie,  come  thou  to  me  !  8 

Were  you  rich,  or  were  you  poore,  it  sholde  be  the  same  to  mee, 
I  would  beg  from  doorc  to  doore,  if  ueede  were,  to  niaintaine  thee. 
Cast  from  thy  hart,  etc.  [sic.  passim.] 

Were  I  a  Lord,  were  I  a  Knight,  or  came  I  of  a  hie  degree, 

All  my  landes  should  be  thy  right,  prove  thou  me,  and  thou  shalt  see.  I  6 

If  the  Indian  golde  were  mine,  and  all  the  countless  welth  of  Spain, 

That,  and  more,  it  shold  be  thine  :  prove  me,  Love,  yet  once  againe. 

Thy  beauty  doth  the  world  excell,  above  all  worldes  I  love  but  thee ; 

With  thee  I  faine  would  ever  dwell :  prove  me,  Love,  and  thou  shalt  see.  21 

I  promise  truely  for  thy  sake,  all  other[s]  I  will  constant  flee, 

And  to  thee  only  will  I  take  :  prove  me,  Love,  and  thou  shalt  see. 

Let  me,  then,  thy  love  obtaine,  or  my  death  thou  'it  sure  to  bee  ; 

Return  to  me  now  once  againe  :  Sweete,  I  love,  and  onelie  thee.  32 

If  thy  frendes  doe  frowne  and  fret,  and  thy  parentes  angrie  bee, 

That,  I  pray  thee,  be  no  lett  [=  hindrance] :  I  will  love  but  onelie  thee. 

[The  Second  Part,  to  the  same  Tune.     She  replies.'] 
"  TT  Ere  is  my  hand,  and  here  my  hart,  faith  and  troth  I  plight  to  thee, 

XI     From  thy  side  I  nere  will  part,  prove  thou  me  and  thou  shalt  see.        40 
"  Friendes  and  p;irentes  I  forsake,  with  thee  I  vow  my  life  to  spend, 
And  refuse  no  paine  to  take,  untill  my  life  doe  come  to  ende." 
[Re  sings  :]— Fare  thee  well,  thou  trustie  Love,  of  me  thou  never  shalt  complaine  ; 
I  will  ever  constant  prove,  and  full  soone  we  meete  againe.  4S 

{He  and  She.) — Cast  from  thy  hart  all  care, 
From  thee  I  never  will  flee, 
Let  them  say  ivhat  they  will  [dare], 
Daintie,  come  thou  to  me  ! 

Jim's. 

[In  the  Roxburghe  Collection  printed  version  the  burden  runs, 

Cast  no  care  to  thy  heart,  from  thee  I  will  not  flee, 

Let  them  say  what  they  tvill :  Dainty,  come  thou  to  me! 

It  does  not  bring  clearly  the  Lady's  reply,  dialogue-wise,  or  the  combination  of 
the  two  voices  at  the  end,  like  the  manuscript.   Quantum  valeat.   Cf.  pp.  280,  68 1.] 


774         The  original  Song,  foundation  of"  Lore's  Tide." 

"  Love  in  a  Calm"  is  mentioned,  at  foot  of  p.  570.     The  song,  when  extended 
into  the  Douce  ballad,  was  called  "Love's  Tide;    or,  A  Farewell  to  Folly." 


H' 


ILotic  in  a  (£alme. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Wert  thou  much  fairer  than  thou  art,  or,  Lusty  Bacchus. 

"Ow  cool  and  temperate  am  I  grown, 
Since  I  could  call  my  heart  my  own  ! 
Beauty  and  I  now  calmly  play, 
"Whilst  others  burn  and  melt  away. 

Not  all  those  wanton  hours  I  have  spent 

Can  rob  me  of  this  new  content.  6 

Love's  mists  are  scatter' d  from  my  sight, 
Which  flatter'd  me  with  new  delight, 
And  now  I  see  'tis  but  a  face 
That  stole  my  heart  out  of  it's  place. 

Then  Love  forgive  me,  Lie  no  more 

Thine  Altars  or  thy  Shrine  adore.  12 

Farewell  to  all  heart-breaking  eyes, 
Farewell  each  look  that  cau  surprize, 
Farewell  those  curls  and  amorous  spells, 
Farewell  each  place  where  beauty  dwells. 

And  farewell  each  bewitchiug  smile, 

I  must  enjoy  my  self  a  while.     (1659.   Music  by  Hy.  Lawes.) 


E 


Sr>tnpBantu0  ant*  CSartoora. 


IGHT  poems  are  declared  to  have  been  "writ  by  Sir  Robert  Aytoun,  Secre- 
tary to  Anne  [of  Denmark]  and  [Henrietta]  Mary,  Queens  of  Great  Britain," 
and  were  published  in  the  Third  Part  of  the  often-cited  and  rare  compilation 
(not  in  the  British  Museum)  entitled  A  Choice  Collection  of  Comic  and  Serious 
Scots  Poems,  both  Ancient  and  Modern.  By  several  hands.  Edinburgh,  Print*  d 
by  James  Watson,  and  sold  at  his  Shop  next  door  to  the  Red-Lyon,  opposite  to 
the  Luckcn-booths,  1711."  Of  "  Diaphantus  and  Charidora,"  the  first  of  these 
eight  poems,  no  earlier  edition  is  known  to  us ;  but  it  may  have  been  printed 
separately  during  the  lifetime  of  its  accredited  author.  (He  was  born  at 
Ivinaldie  in  1570  ;  died  at  Whitehall,  1638 ;  and  buried  in  Westminster  Abbey.) 
But  William  Drumir.ond  of  Hawthornden,  in  a  list  of  his  own  English  books, 
mentions  one  called  "  Diaphantus,  price  Gd."  This  occurs  in  his  diary,  a.d.  161 1 , 
a  hundred  years  before  James  Watson  reprinted  the  poem.  Aytoun  in  a  Latin 
panegyric  addressed  to  James  I.  in  1603  alludes  to  Diaphantus  by  name  :— 

Culpa  quidein  ingenii  permultum  deterit,  at  nos  [copied  lit»i. 

Non  adeo  agresti  carmen  tenuamr.s  avena, 

Ut  tibi  non  olim  patrio  vernacula  versu 

Biserit,  occultos  dum  suspiraret  amores, 

Et  Charidoreo  Diaphantus  ferveret  sestu 

Forsit  et  haec,  quamvis  grandi  fastosa  boatu 

Non  fremat.  at  tenui  tantum  spiramine  musset, 

Oceani  transvecta  domos  et  ererula  regna, 

Augustas  grata  novitate  morabitur  aures.  [Delitia  Poet.  Scot. 

We  have  (on  pp.  584-5S6)  reprinted  the  poems  '  Diaphantas  and  Charidora  ' 
(or  '  Caridofa').  There  is  no  evidence  adduced  of  these  being  so  early  in  date- 
as  circa  1603 ;  and  they  probably  were  later.  But  the  date  is  uncertain,  like 
the  authorship.  Possibly  they  were  written  by  Sir  Robert  Aytoun.  We  suspend 
judgement,  but  add  the  longer  poem,  to  our  reprinted  Roxburghe  Ballads. 


/  i-J 


©n  SDiapfjantus  anti  Cfmti&oiu 

(By  Sir  Robert  Aytoun,  before  1603.) 

WHen  Biaphantus  knew  the  Destinies  decreet, 
How  he  was  forced  to  forgoe  his  dear  and  only  Sweet, 
O'ervaulted  with  the  vail  of  beam -reheating  trees, 
And  ghastly  gazing  on  the  ground,  even  Death-stroke  in  his  eyes  : 
Oft  pressed  he  to  speak,  but  whyll  he  did  assay, 
The  agonizing  dreads  of  Death  his  wrestling  voice  did  stay. 
At  last,  as  one  that  strives  against  both  woe  and  shame, 
"  Dear  Charidora,  ah  !  "  he  cryes,  "my  high  adored  Dame  ;  8 

First  I  attest  thy  name,  and  then  the  Gods  above, 
But  chief  of  those,  the  Boy  that  bears  the  stately  style  of  Love. 
Let  those  record  with  me  what  was  my  constant  part, 
And  if  I  did  not  honour  thee  with  a  well-hallowed  Heart : 
I  sacrificed  to  thee  my  secret  chaste  Desires, 
Upon  thy  Beautie's  Altar  burnt,  with  never- quenching  fires. 
Thou  was  that  Idol  still  whose  image  I  adored, 

The  Saint  to  whom  I  made  my  vows,  whose  pitties  I  implored  ;  1(] 

The  Star  that  saved  my  ship  from  tempest  of  Despair, 
When  the  Horizon  of  my  Hope  o'er-clouded  was  with  care: 
Thou  was  the  sovereign  Balm,  that  sweet  Catholicon,  \_-=Fanacen. 

Which  cured  me  of  all  my  cares,  when  I  did  grieve  and  groan  ; 
Tho'  now,  such  strange  events  are  interveen'd  since  syne, 
As  I  dare  not  avow  to  say,  or  think  that  thou  art  mine ; 
Which  makes  me  thus  insert,  in  those  my  sorrowing  Songs, 
The  History  of  my  Mishap,  my  Miseries  and  Wrongs  :  24 

Not  that  I  can  accuse  my  Charidora.  no  ! 
I  only  execrate  the  Fates,  chief  workers  of  my  Woe. 

"  Should  She  whom  I  have  lov'd,  so  many  loathsome  years, 
For  whom  my  dew -distilling  eyes  have  shed  such  streams  of  tears — 
Should  She,  I  say,  be  made  a  prey  to  such  an  one, 
Who  for  her  sake  yet  never  gave  not  one  uutymely  groan  ? 
No,  surely,  surely  no  ;  the  Fates  may  do  me  wrong, 

And  make  her,  by  their  bad  Decreet,  to  whom  they  please  belong.  32 

Yet  I  dare  boldly  say,  and  peradventure  vaunt, 
That  she  is  mine  by  Lot  of  Love,  tho'  Luck  in  Love  I  want. 
And  tho'  my  Horoscope  envy  my  worldly  things, 
Yet  unto  Love  it  gave  me  leave  for  to  compair  with  Kings, 
And  if  I  knew  the  Vyer,  under  the  starry  sky,  [Vyer  =  Rival. 

That  durst  avow  to  love  my  Dame  more  faithfully  than  I, 
I  should  tear  out  this  heart,  that  entertains  my  breath, 
And  cast  it  down  before  her  feet,  to  dye  a  shameful  death.  40 

"  But  since  both  Time  and  She  have  try'd  me  to  be  true, 
And  found  such  faithfulness  in  me  as  shall  be  found  in  few  ; 
I  rest  secure  in  this,  and  care  not  who  pretend, 
The  mo'e  pursues,  the  more  my  part  proves  perfect  to  the  End. 
And  others'  faithless  Faiths  in  ballance  weigh'd  with  mine, 
Shall  make  my  Faith  for  to  triumph,  and  as  the  Sun  to  shine. 
There  shall  no  change  of  things,  of  time,  of  soyl,  nor  air, 
Iuforce  me  to  forgoe  the  Vows  made  to  my  fairest  Fair,  48 

Which  here  I  do  renew  in  solemn  form  again, 
To  witness,  as  I  did  begin,  so  shall  I  still  remain. 

"  I  swear  by  those  two  Eyes,  my  only  dearest  Dear, 
And  by  the  Stygian  stanks  of  Hell,  whereby  the  Gods  did  swear, 


'76      Sir  Robert  Aytoun's  'Diaphantus  and  Charidora.' 

That  thou  art  only  she  whose  Countenance  I  crave,  [=she  alone. 

And  shall  bo  both  in  life  and  death  thy  besi  affected  Slave  ; 

That  there  shall  no  deceits  of  lovely  laughing  Eyen, 

.No  sugar' d  sound  of  Syren  songs,  with  far-fetch' d  sighs  between,  56 

Deface  out  of  my  mind  what  Love  did  so  ingrave, 

Thy  words,  thy  iooks,  and  such  things  else,  as  none  but  Angels  have. 

And  this  which  here  I  swear,  and  solemnly  protest, 

Those  Trees  which  only  present  are  shall  witness  and  attest. 

But  Chiefly,  above  all,  this  holy  Shade  and  Green, 

On  which  the  Cyphers  of  our  IN  antes  character'd  shall  be  seen. 

"  0  happy,  happy  Tree,  into  whose  tender  rynd 
The  trophies  of  our  Love  shall  live  eternally  inshryn'd  ;  64 

AVhich  shall  have  force  to  make  thy  memory  remain, 
Sequestrate  from  the  bastard  sort  of  Trees  which  are  prophane. 
And  when  with  careless  looks  the  rest  ov'rpast  shall  be, 
Then  thou  shall  be  ador'd  and  kist  for  Charidora' s  Tree. 
And  peradventure  too,  for  Diaphantus'  sake, 
Some  civil  person  that  comes  by  shall  Homage  to  thee  make. 
Thus  blest  shall  thou  remain,  while  I  unhappy  prove, 
And  doubtful  where  I  shall  be  blest,  when  I  shall  leave  my  Love.  72 

"  Indeed,  all  is  in  doubt ;  but  thus  I  must  depart,         ["but  this."  MS. 
The  Body  must  a  Pilgrim  be,  and  she  retain  the  Heart. 
The  thoughts  of  which  Exile  and  dolorous  Divorce 
"Works  sorrow  ;  Sorrow  doth  from  me  those  sad  Complaints  inforce  : 
For  while  I  was  resolv'd  to  smoother  up  my  Grief, 
Because  it  might  but  move  in  men  more  marvel  than  belief  : 
The  never-ceasing  frowns  of  mal-encountrous  Fates 

Extorted  those  abortive  births  of  importune  Regrets,  80 

To  witness  to  the  world  that  my  Mishaps  are  such, 
As  tho'  I  mourn  like  one  half  mad,  I  cannot  mourn  too  much. 
For  if  of  all  Mishaps  this  be  the  First  of  all, 
To  have  been  highly  happy  once,  and  from  that  height  to  fall, 
I'm  sure  I  may  well  say  that  Diaphantus'  name 
Is  the  Synonyme  of  Mishaps,  or  else  exceed  the  same. 
Or  if  there  be  no  Hell  but  out  of  Heaven  to  be, 
Consider  what  her  Want  should  work,  whose  Sight  was  such  to  me. ' '     88 

I  think  all  these  that  speak  of  Sorrow,  should  think  shame, 
When  Diaphantus  shall  he  heard,  or  Charidora' s  name  ; 
Her  Worth  was  without  spot,  his  Truth  was  unreprov'd  : 
The  one  deserv'd  at  least  to  live,  the  other  to  be  lov'd. 
Yet  hath  the  dev'lish  Doom  of  Destinies  ordain' d 
That  he  should  lose  both  Life  and  Love,  and  she  a  faithful  Friend. 
Wherefore  all  you  that  hears  those  am'rous  tragick  Plays, 
Bestow  on  him  a  World  of  Plaints,  on  her  a  World  of  Praise.  96 


BEfje  Mljttttnrjtcm  Defeat. 

THE  race-course  on  Whittington  Heath,  near  Lichfield,  was  the  scene  of  this 
"  Banging  Bout,"  August  1747  (Cf.  p.  743).  "Mr.  Heston  Humphrey,  a 
country  attorney,  horsewhipped  [John]  the  [fourth]  Duke  [of  Bedford],  with  equal 
justice,  severity  and  perseverance  on  the  course  at  Lichfield.  Bigby  and  Lord 
Trentham  were  also  cudgelled  in  a  most  exemplary  manner." — Letters  of  Junius, 
Letter  xxiii.,  by  H.  S.  Woodfall.  Trentham  was  son  of  John,  first  Earl  Gower, 
"  The  Staffordshire  Jacobite,"  father-in-law  of  Bedford.  '  The  Three-Legged 
Mare '  and  Triple- stump  refer  to  the  adjacent  gallows.  Line  24  :  "  All  who  did 
joke  the  Royal  Oak,  were  icell  rubb'd  by  its  towels."  So  may  it  ever  be,  we  hope  ! 


777 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  440.] 

Cbe  Horn's  Lamentation; 

©r,  2E&e  TOjittmtttcm  Befrat. 

"  [TWm  wo]  immensas  surgens  ferit  aurea  clamor 

Sydera  ;  .... 

Sccvit  atrox  Volscens.,J — Virg[gilii\  sEit[eidos,  Lib.  xi.  832-4]. 

[To  the  Tune  of  Chevy  Chase  (vide  ante,  p.  743).] 

GOd  prosper  long  our  noble  King  !  our  Lifes  and  Safeties  all :  [sic. 

A  woeful  Horse-race  late  there  did  at  JVIiittington  befall. 
Great  B^edforyV  s  Duke,  a  mighty  Prince  !  a  solemn  vow  did  make  ; 
His  pleasure  in  fair  Staffordshire  three  Summer's  days  to  take. 
At  once  to  grace  his  Father's  race,  and  to  confound  his  Foes  ; 
But  ah  !  (with  grief,  my  Muse  does  speak)  a  luckless  time  he  chose. 
For  some  rude  Clowns,  who  long  had  felt  the  weight  of  Tax  and  Levy, 
Explaiu'd  their  case  unto  his  G[rac]e,  by  arguments  full  heavy.  8 

"  No  G[o]tv,r,"  they  cry'd  !  "  No  tool  of  pow'r  !  "   At  that  the  E[ar]l  turn'd  pale  : 
"  No  G[o]iv'r,  G[o\w'r,  no  tool  of  pow'r  !  "  re-echo'd  from  each  dale. 
Then  B[edfo?-]d's  mighty  breast  took  fire,  who  thus  inrag'd  did  cry, 
"  To  horse,  my  lords,  my  Knights,  my  'Squires  ;  we'll  be  reveng'd  or  die." 

They  mounted  straight  all  Men  of  Birth,  Captains  of  land  and  sea ; 

No  Prince  or  Potentate  on  earth  had  such  a  troop  as  he. 

Great  Lords,  and  Lordlings  close  conjoin' d,  a  shining  squadron  stood: 

But,  to  their  cost,  the  Yeomen  host  did  prove  the  better  blood.  16 

"A  G[o~\w'r,  a  G[o\w,r  !  ye  son  o'  th'  whore,  vile  spawn  of  Babylon  !  " 

This  said,  his  Grace  did  mend  his  pace,  and  came  full  fiercely  on. 

Three  times  he  smote  a  sturdy  foe,  who  undismay'd  reply' d, 

"  Or  be  thou  Devil,  or  be  thou  D[uK]e,  thy  courage  shall  be  try'd." 

The  Charge  began  ;  but  on  one  side  some  slackness  there  was  found ; 

The  smart  Cockade  in  dust  was  laid,  and  trampled  on  the  ground.  [white  c. 

Some  felt  sore  thwacks  upon  their  backs,  some,  pains  within  their  bowels  ; 

All  who  did  joke  the  Royal  Oak  were  well  rubb'd  with  its  towels.  24 

Then  terror  seiz'd  the  plumed  troop,  who  turn'd  themselves  to  flight; 

Foul  rout  and  fear,  brought  up  the  rear,  Oh  !  'twas  a  piteous  sight ! 

Each  warrior  urg'd  his  nimble  steed ;  but  none  durst  look  behind ; 

Th'  insulting  foe,  they  well  did  know,  had  got  'em  in  the  wind  : 

Who  ne'er  lost  scent,  untill  they  came,  unto  the  gallow-tree  : 

"  Now,"  said  their  foes,  "  We'ill  not  oppose  your  certain  destiny. 

"  No  farther  help  of  our  ye  lack,  gra' -mercy  with  your  doom  ! 

Trust  to  the  care  o'  th'  Three  Legg'd-Mare,  she'll  bring  ye  all  safe  home."       32 

Then  wheel' d  about,  with  this  old  shout,  "  Confusion  to  the  R p," 

Leaving  each  Knight  to  mourn  his  plight,  beneath  the  triple-stew^. 

Now  Heaven  preserve  such  hearts  as  these  from  secret  treachery  ! 
"Who  hate  a  Knave,  and  scorn  a  Slave,  may  such  be  ever  free  ! 

JFiniei. 

[White-letter.    Re-printed  in  The  Foundling  Hospital  for  Wit,  under  the  title  of 
"  The  Whittington  Defeat."     Date,  Sept.  1747.] 


778  Encore  le  Jul/  En-ant,  toujours  le  mime. 

It  is  better  to  swell  the  bulk  of  the  present  volume  than  to  make 
a  •wholesale  "  Slaughter  of  the  Innocents,"  as  in  Parliament  at  the 
close  of  a  protracted  Session.  Our  Innocents  are  more  valuable. 
"Who  ensures  to  us  the  completion  of  another  volume,  containing  all 
that  should  fitly  be  given  to  regale  the  worthiest  Lovers  of  Ballads  ? 

— --^&a^ — ■ 

Since  we  have  given  one  French  version  of  The  Complaint  of 
the  Wandering  Jew  (on  p.  690)  and  a  German  Volks-Lied  of 
'  Ahasverus,'  we  add  a  specimen  of  an  earlier  Chanson,  and  Leland's 
translation  from  the  German  A/iasver. 

Connected  with  p.  690,  Paul  Lacroix's  words  are  memorable : — 

"  Le  passage  du  Juif-Errant  en  France,  dans  le  conrs  de  1604,  fut  signale 
par  la  publication  de  diverses  brochures,  entre  lcsquelles  on  distingue  le  Discours 
veritable  (Van  Juif-Errant  .  .  .  .,  imprime,  in-8,  a  Bordeaux,  en  1608,  et  par 
la  composition  d'une  Complainte  en  forme  et  inaniere  de  Chanson  sur  l'air  des 
Dames  d'Sonneur.  Cette  complainte,  qui  a  servi  de  texte  a  celle  que  les  porteurs 
de  rogatons  et  les  rhapsodes  de  villages  ont  refaite  sur  nn  autre  air  a  la  fin  du 
dix-septieme-siucle,  renierme  presque  les  memes  particularites,  souvent  expriniees 
de  menie : — 

£c  Sutf=!5rrant. 

LE  bruit  courait  ca  et  la  par  la  France  depuis  six  mois,  qu'on  avait  esperance 
Bientot  de  voir  un  Juif  qui  est  errant  parmi  le  monde,  pleurant  et  soupirant. 

Comme  de  fait,  en  la  rase  campagne,  deux  gentilshommes  au  pays  de  Champagne, 
Le  rencontrerent  tout  seulet  cheniiuant,  non  pas  vetu  comme  on  est  maintenant. 

De  grandes  chausses  il  porte  a  la  marine,  et  une  Juppe  comme  a  la  Florentine, 
Un  manteau  long  jusqu'a.   terre  trainant:    comme  un  autre  homme   il  est   au 
denieurant.  6 

Ce  que  voyant,  lors  ils  l'interrogerent  d'ou  il  venait,  et  ils  lui  demanderent 
Sa  nation,  le  metier  qu'il  avait :  mais  cependant  toujours  il  cheminait. 

"  Je  suis,"  dit-il,  "juif  de  ma  naissance,  et  l'un  de  ceux  qui  par  leur  arrogance 
Crucifierent  le  Sauveur  des  humains,  lorsque  Pilate  en  lava  ses  deux  mains."  .  .  . 

De  son  metier,  cordonnicr  il  dit  etre,  et  a  le  voir,  il  semble  tout  champetre : 

11  boit  et  mange  avec  sobriete,  et  est  honnute  selon  sa  pauvrete 12 

Lacroix  adds  that  the  Wandering  Jew  returned  more  than  once 
to  France : — 

"ne  fut-ce  que  pour  avoir  le  plaisir  d'entendre  chanter  sa  complainte; 

mais  on  n'a  pas  garde  malheureusement  les  dates  de  ses  apparitions,  excepte 
celle  de  son  arrivee  a  Bruxelles,  le  22  Avril,  1774 :  cette  date  a  jamais  ceb'bro 
accompagne  son  portrait,  dessine  sans  doute  d'lipres  nature  par  les  bourgeois  de 
la  ville  qui  eurent  l'avantage  de  le  voir  '  si  barbu.'  Ce  portrait,  grave  en  taillea 
de  bois  par  les  imagiers  d'Epiual  et  de  Troyes,  illustre  la  complainte  nouvelle  qui 
a  des  echos  dans  toutes  les  foires  et  tons  les  marches  oil  la  langue  francaise  n'est 
pas  absolument  inconnue.  Ce  portrait  figure  dans  toutes  les  chaumieies,  appendu 
a  cote  du  portrait  de  l'Empereur." — Chants  et  Chansons  Fopulaires  de  la  France, 
1843  (  =  Tom.  3,  No.  82  :  of  undated  edition,  Paris,  Gamier  Freres,  circa  1868). 

Here,  by  Charles  George  Leland  (author  of  Hans  Breitmann,  etc.,  Triibuer, 
1872),  is  his  own  Gaudeamus  translation  of  'Ich  bin  der  alte  Ahasver''  :  compare 
our  pp.  GOO  aud  699.     We  run  each  of  the  eight-line  stanzas  into  two  lines: — 


C.  G.  Leland's  '  Wandering  Jew,''  and  other  Addenda.  779 
Sfjagumts :  K\)z  Sonrj  of  the  WL angering  3cto. 

"  T  Am  the  old  Ahasuer  ;  I  wander  here,  I  wander  there. 
_1_  My  rest  is  gone,  my  heart  is  sair  ;  I  find  it  never,  never  mair. 

Loud  roars  the  storm,  the  mill-dams  tear ;  I  cannot  perish,  0  Malheur ! 
My  heart  is  void,  my  head  is  bare :  I  am  the  old  Ahasuer. 

Belloweth  Ox,  and  danceth  Bear  ;  I  find  them  never,  never  mair.  [is  sair. 

I'm  the  old  Hebrew,  on  a  tear  \_Amerique  =  rampage]  :  I  order  arms,  my  heart 

I'm  goaded  round,  I  know  not  where  ;  I  wander  here,  I  wander  there. 

I'd  like  to  sleep,  but  must  forbear;  I  am  the  old  Ahasuer.  8 

I  meet  folks  alway  unaware ;  my  rest  is  gone,  I'm  in  despair. 
I  cross  all  lands,  the  sea  I  dare :  I  travel  here,  I  wander  there. 

I  feel  such  pain,  I  sometimes  swear ;  I  am  the  old  Ahasuer. 
Criss-cross  [  ramble  anywhere  :  I  find  it  never,  never  mair. 

Against  the  wall  I  lean  my  spear ;  I  find  no  quiet,  I  declare. 
My  peace  is  lost,  I'm  in  despair  ;  I  swing  like  pen-dulum  in  air. 

I'm  hard  of  hearing,  you're  aware.     Curacoa  is  a  fine  liqueur. 

I  listed  once  en  miiitaire.     I  find  no  comfort  anywhere.  16 

But  what's  to  stop  it  ?    Pray  declare  !     My  peace  is  gone,  my  heart  is  sair. 
I  am  the  old  Ahasuer.     Now  I  know  nothing,  nothing  mair. 

[Perhaps  this  is  "playing  it  low"  on  the  old  man,  who  is  well  nigh  a  Bible 
character,  but  Jehu  is  a  proverbial  charioteer,  for  driving  furiously,  "  the  piper 
that  played  before  Moses  "  was  cited  by  Patlanders  while  they  had  any  fun  in  them, 
and  it  is  our  national  habit  to  laugh  at  the  most  solemn  beliefs  or  subjects.] 


Our  Appendix  would  be  incomplete,  were  we  not  to  give  here 
the  following  adjuncts  to  preceding  ballads: — 

1st. — (Instead  of  keeping  them  for  the  '  Second  Group  of  Naval 
Ballads'  in  the  final  Vol.  VII.)  the  intertwined  '  Nell  and  Harry' 
Series,  mentioned  in  our  "Group  of  One  Hundred  Love  Ballads," 
p.  283.     {These  ice  now  give  on  pp.  789-792.) 

2nd. — The  Pepysian  version  of  '  The  Birds'  Harmony,7  belonging 
to  our  p.  307.     {This  is  now  on  p.  782.) 

3rd. — The  Bodleian  version  of  "  The  Seaman's  Song  of  Captain 
Ward,"  mentioned  on  pp.  423,  425.    {Now  reprinted  on  our  p.  784.) 

4th. — The  identification,  never  before  made,  of  the  supposed-to- 
be-lost  ballad  (cited  as  name  of  tune  by  Martin  Parker  in  his 
"Inns  of  Court"  ballad  of  1635,  and  by  Laurence  Price  in  his 
"Honour  of  Bristol,"  p.  428),  viz.  Our  noble  King  in  his  Progress: 
see  for  this  our  p.  786.    Not  improbably  by  Martin  Parker,  or  Price. 

5th. — Martin  Parker's  original  "  Saylors  for  my  Money,"  (on 
p.  797,)  to  he  compared  with  the  later  popular  adaptation  of  it, 
beginning  "  You  Gentlemen  of  England,"  as  indicated  on  p.  431. 

6th. — After  having  given  the  Boxburghe  Collection  version  of 
"  St.  George  [for  England~\  and  the  Dragon,"  on  p.  727,  we  add, 
on  p.  780,  the  variations  belonging  to  an  earlier  version,  of  1612. 


780 


[Tepys  Collection,  I.  87,  apparently  unique.     Cf.  ante  p.  726.] 
(The  Earlier  Version  of  "  St.  George  for  England  and  the  Dragon,'1''  1612.) 

^aint  George's  Commcn&ation  to  all  ^outttos ; 

©r, 

£.  George's  Sin  rum  to  nil  tljat  profrsse  fHarttal  tu'scfpltne,  tmtfj  a 
mrm0n'nll  of  tlje  ffiEJortijt'cs,  tuljo  Jjaue  bent  borne  so  fjt'gfj  on  tfje 
totnrjes  of  tfamc,  for  Hjn'r  brabc  atibcnturcs,  as  tljcn  cannot  be 
baxiiti  in  tlje  pit  of  ©bunion. 

To  a  pleasant  new  Tune. 

1.— Why  doe  you  boast  of  Arthur  and  his  Knightes?  etc.  [p.  727. 

endured  fightes  ? 
For  besides  King  Arthur,  Lancelot  du  Lake, 

Dragon  made  to  flee,  etc. 
Or  Sir  Tristram  de  Lionel    .     .     old  Histories.     Etc. 

2. — Mark  our  father  Abraham,  when  first  he  resckued  Lot, 
Onely  with  his  household,  what  conquest  there  he  got : 
David  was  elected  a  Frophet  and  a  King, 
He  slew  the  great  Golia[/,]h,  with  a  stone  within  a  sling  : 
Yet  these  were  not  Kniglites  of  the  Table  round  ; 
Nor  St.  George,  St.  George,  who  the  Dragon  did  confound. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  was  for  France ; 

Sing,  Honi  soit  qui  mal  y  pense.  30 

3. — Jephtha  and  Gideon  did  lead  their  men  to  fight,  etc.  [p.  728. 

4. — The  warres  of  ancient  monarches  it  were  too  long  to  tell,  etc.      [Ibid. 

5. — The  noble  Alphonso,  that  was  the  Spanish  king, 

The  Order  of  the  Ked  scarffs  and  Bandrolles  in  did  bring :  [Note. 

For  he  had  a  troope  of  mighty  Knightes,  when  first  he  did  begin, 
Which  sought  adventures  farre  and  neare,  that  conquest  they  might  win  : 
The  rankes  of  the  Pagans  he  often  put  to  flight, 
But  St.  George,  St.  George  did  with  the  Dragon  fight. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  was  for  France  ; 

Sing,  Ho/ii  soit  qni  mal  y  pense.  75 

6. — Many  [Knights]  have  fought  with  proud  Tamberlaine  ; 

Cutlax  the  Dane,  great  warres  he  did  maintaiue  : 

Rowland  of  Btame,  and  good  [Sir]  Olivere, 

In  the  Forest  of  Aeon  slew  both  Woolfe  and  Beare ; 

Besides  that  noble  Hollander  [Sir]  Goward  with  the  Bill  : 

But  St.  George,  St.  George  the  Dragon's  blood  did  spill. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  was  for  France  : 

Sing,  Doni  soit  qui  mal  y  pense.  90 

7. —  Valentine  and  Orson  were  of  King  Pi-phi's  blood,  etc. 
These  were  all  French  Knightes  that  lived  in  that  age, 
But  St.  George,  St.  George  the  Dragon  did  assuage,  etc.         [v.  p.  728. 

Note. — Line  62  refers  to  The  Order  of  the  Band,  v.  Ames,  Typ.,  327. 
*^*  The  variations  are  so  numerous  in  the  Roxburghe  Collection  broadside,  or 
others,  from  this  valuable  and  much  earlier  exemplar,  that  we  have  here  given 
the  original  for  comparison,  not  reprinting  the  lines  which  are  identical  in  both.] 


The  original '  St.  George/or  England,  and  the  Dragon.'  781 

8. — Bevis  conquered  Aseupart,  and  after  slew  the  Boare, 

And  then  he  crost  beyond  the  Seas  to  combat  with  the  Moore  ; 
Sir  Isenbras  and  Eglamore  they  -were  Knightes  most  bold  ; 
And  good  Sir  John  Mandevtlle  of  travel  much  hath  told  : 
There  were  many  English  Knights  that  Pagans  did  convert, 
But  St.  George,  St.  George  pluckt  out  the  Dragon's  heart. 
St.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  was  for  France  : 
Sing,  Honi  soit  qui  mal  y  pense.  120 

9. — The  noble  Earl  of  Wancick,  that  was  call'd  Sir  Guy, 

The  Infidels  and  Pagans  stoutly  did  defie  ;         [vide  Note,  and  p.  732. 

He  slew  the  Giant  Brandimore,  and  after  was  the  death 

Of  that  most  g[h]astly  Dun  Cowe,  the  divell  of  Dunsmore  Heath  ; 

Besides  his  noble  deeds  all  doue  beyond  the  seas  : 

But  St.  George,  St.  George  the  Dragon  did  appease. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  was  for  France  ; 

Sing,  Honi  soit  qui  mal  y  pense.  135 

10. — Richard  Cmur-de-Leon,  erst  King  of  this  Land, 
He  the  Lion  gored  with  his  naked  hand  ; 
The  false  Duke  of  Austria  nothing  did  he  feare, 
But  his  son  [Richard]  killed  with  a  boxe  on  the  eare ; 
Besides  his  famous  actes  done  in  the  Holy  Lande  : 
But  St.  George,  St.  George  the  Dragon  did  withstande. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England,  St.  Dennis  ivas  for  France  ; 

Sing,  Honi  soit  qui  mal  y  pense,  150 

1 1 . — Henry  the  Fifth  he  conquered  all  France, 

And  quartered  their  Arms,  etc.  [Cf.  p.  728. 

He  their  Cities  razed,  and  threw  their  Castles  down, 
And  his  head  he  honoured  with  a  double  Crowne  ; 
He  thumped  the  French-men,  etc. 

12. — St.  David  of  Wales  the  Welsh-men  did  advance, 
St.  Jaques  of  Spain,  that  never  yet  broke  lance  ; 
St.  Patricke  of  Ireland,  which  was  St.  George's  boy. 
Seven  years  he  kept  his  Horse,  and  then  stole  him  away  : 
For  which  knavish  act,  as  Slaves  they  doe  remaine.  [Of.  p.  728. 

But  St.  George,  St.  George  he  hath  the  Dragon  slaine. 

St.  George  he  was  for  England  ;  St.  Dennis  was  for  France  ; 

Sing,  Honi  soit  qui  mal  y  pense.  ~  180 

Imprinted  at  London  by  W.   W[right,  or  White"},  1612. 
[In  Black-letter,  with  one  woodcut.     Probably  unique  exemplar.] 

Note,  1.  121. — The  Rev.  Samuel  Pegge,  M.A.,  read  to  the  Society 
of  Antiquaries  (May  7,  1767),  a  Memoir  of  the  Story  of  Guy,  Earl 
of  Wariviclc  (printed  in  Bill.  Topogr.  Britan.  JS"o.  xvii.,  with  copper 
p.  eng.  of  the  neglected  remains  of  Guy  in  the  chapel  at  Guy's  Cliff, 
from  sketch,  30  July,  1782,  by  S.  Carter.  Felicia  (whose  son  was 
named  Beynlum=Reinbrun,  ride  Auchinlech  MS.)  was  the  only 
daughter  of  Holland,  Earl  of  Warwick,  who  flourished  in  the  reigns 
of  Alfred  and  Edward  the  Elder.  Guy,  son  of  Siward,  baron  of 
Wallingford,  married  her,  and  became  in  her  right  Earl  of  Warwick. 
—Bugdale,  p.  299.     Guy  died  a.d.  929,  aged  70.     {Cf.  p.  xxxi*. ) 


782 


[Pepys  Collection,  IV.  2G8 ;  Douce,  I.  13  verso.] 

Clje  IBtrDs'  ^armortp.  w.w. m,m.i 


A! 


The  Silvan  woods  seem'd  to  complain 

<>t  gross  inconstancy,  the  Birds  in  vain 
Did  warble  forth  their  griefs  to  ease  their  minds, 

And  all  did  Sympathize,  though  ease  none  finds. 

Tune,  The  delights  of  the  Bottle,  &c.   [1675  :   for    music,  see  vol.  iv.  p.  43.] 

S  I  was  "walking  in  the  shade 

"Which  Summer's  heat  with  leaves  had  made, 
The  Birds  did  seem  for  to  lament, 

And  did  complain  of  grief  and  discontent; 
But  as  they  fled  from  Tree  to  Tree, 

They  made  such  moan  as  sorely  troubled  me. 

Then  came  the  Coolcooe,  hold  and  stout, 

Flying  the  country  round  about, 
While  other  birds  her  young  ones  feed, 

And  they  for  help  of  others  stand  in  need, 
The  Syre  unkind  no  care  doth  take, 

But  leaves  the  young  ones  some  strange  shift  to  make.    12 

Then  said  the  Blach-lird  as  he  fled,  [text,  "she." 

"  I  had  a  Love,  but  now  she's  dead  ; 
And  now  my  love  I  dearly  lack, 

"Which  is  the  cause  that  I  do  go  in  black ; 
And  by  my  self  I  sadly  mourn, 

Like  one  forsaken,  helpless,  and  forlorn." 

Then  said  the  pretty  Nightingale, 

"  Attend,  and  hear  my  mournful  tale, 
Whilst  other  Birds  do  sleep,  I  mourn, 

Leaning  my  brest  against  some  prickly  thorn  ; 
And  in  the  silent  darksome  night 

To  send  forth  mournful  Notes  I  take  delight."  24 

Then  said  the  Sparrow  from  her  Nest, 

"  I  had  a  Love,  but  'twas  in  jest, 
And  ever  since,  for  that  same  thing, 

I  made  a  promise  I  would  never  sing ; 
WThich  I  intend,  for  my  love's  sake, 

That  I  will  keep,  and  will  by  no  means  break." 

Then  said  the  Lark  upon  the  grass, 

"  Once  I  did  love  a  pretty  Lass, 
But  she'd  not  hear  her  true  Love  sing, 

Although  he  had  a  voice  would  please  a  King ;     uCxt,  <  she.' 
And  since,  on  high,  into  the  Air 

I  fly,  that  none  my  warbling  voice  may  hear."  36 


{Original  Oxford  and  Cambridge)  '  Birds'  Harmony,''    783 

Then  next  poor  Robin  she  exprest 

What  chang'd  the  colour  of  her  brest, 
Because  her  love  he  would  not  yield, 

She  would  desert  the  grove  and  flow'ry  field  : 
And  near  the  Houses  there  complain 

In  Winter  Morn,  how  she  did  love  in  vain." 

The  Swallow,  with  the  wings  so  long, 

Complain'd  that  she  received  wrong, 
And  being  past  all  kind  of  hopes 

Of  love,  complain'd  in  strange  confused  Notes  : 
No  one  can  understand  her  tale, 

In  such  disorder  she  doth  brawl  and  raile.  48 

The  Thrush  also  did  make  her  moan, 

And  sayes  that  kindness  she  found  none, 
But  loves  to  be  in  silent  holes, 

"Where  none  may  hear  how  she  her  Case  condoules  : 
Far  from  the  Houses  in  the  Wood 

She  chants  her  Notes,  so  little  understood. 

The  little  \_W~\renn,  whose  love  unkind 

Did  cause  those  griefs  to  [seize]  her  mind,      [misp.  "cease." 
Which  hindred  her  to  grow  or  thrive, 

Because  her  love  no  longer  could  survive  ; 
This  was  the  cause  she  was  so  small, 

Her  love  being  dead  she  could  not  thrive  at  all.  60 

Thus  may  you  see  how  little  Birds 

Do  grieve  for  love  in  mournful  words, 
Let  men  and  women  then  be  true 

And  constant  to  each  other,  so  that  you  ["others," 

In  peace  may  live,  and  when  you  die, 

You  then  may  boast  of  Truth  and  Loyalty. 
Let  not  your  minds  be  discompos'd 

"When  your  poor  eyes  must  needs  be  clos'd, 
But  rather  let  your  faithful  mind 

Be  such  as  you  from  thence  may  comfort  find  : 
Be  kind,  be  true,  that  so  you  may 

Find  peace  on  Earth,  comfort  another  day.  72 

"Who  so  proves  faithful,  firm  and  true, 

Shall  have  no  reason  for  to  rue, 
But  Triumph  over  grim-fac'd  Death, 

When  he  shall  come  to  stop  his  latest  breath  : 
Young  people  all,  let  this  you  move, 

For  to  be  true  and  loyal  in  your  love. 

[London,']  Printed  for  M.  Coles,  T.   Fere,  J.   Wright,  J.   Clark,  W~. 

Thacker[a~\y,  and  T.  Passenger. 

[Black-letter.     Three  cuts.     Date,  circa  1676.] 


'84 


[Wood's  Collection,  401,  fol.  79;  402,  fol.  30  :   Douce,  II.  199  ;  Euing,  327.] 

W$t  teaman's  Song  of  Captain  Ward,  ttje  famous  Pgrate  of  the 
JUorltt,  ano  an  English-man  13cm. 

Tine,  The  King's  going  to  Bulloign.      [See  pp.  422,  et  seq.~] 

GAllauts,  you  must  understand, 
Captain  Ward  of  England, 
A  Pyrate  and  a  Rover  on  the  Sea, 
Of  late  a  simple  Fisherman 
In  the  merry  town  of  Fever  sham, 
Grows  famous  in  the  world  now  every  day. 

From  the  Bay  of  Plimouth 

Sayled  he  towards  the  South, 
"With  many  more  of  courage  and  of  might, 

Christian  Princes  have  but  few 

Such  Seamen,  if  that  he  and  we  were  true, 
And  would  hut  for  his  King  and  Country  fight.  1 2 

Lusty  Ward  adventurously 

In  the  Straights  of  Barbary 
Did  make  the  Turkish  Gallyes  for  to  shake. 

Bouncing  cannons  fiery  hot 

Spared  not  the  Turks  one  jot, 
But  of  their  lives  great  slaughter  he  did  make. 


o* 


The  Islanders  of  Malta, 

"With  Argosies  upon  the  Sea, 
Most  proudly  braved  Ward  unto  his  face, 

But  soon  their  pride  was  overthrown, 

And  their  treasures  made  his  own, 
And  all  their  men  brought  to  a  wofull  case.  2  4 

The  wealthy  ships  of  Venice 

Afforded  him  great  riches  ; 
Both  gold  and  silver  won  he  with  his  sword. 

Stately  Spain  and  Portugal 

Against  him  dare  not  bare  up  sail, 
But  gave  him  all  the  title  of  a  Lord. 

Golden  seated  Candy, 

Famous  France  and  Italy, 
With  all  the  countries  of  the  Eastern  parts, 

If  once  their  Ships  his  pride  with-stood, 

They  surely  all  were  cloath'd  in  blood, 
Such  cruelty  was  plac'd  within  their  hearts.  36 

The  riches  he  hath  gain'd, 

And  by  blood-shed  obtained, 
Well  may  suffice  for  to  maintain  a  King  ; 

His  fellows  all  were  valiant  Wights, 

Fit  to  be  made  Prince's  Knights, 
But  that  their  lives  do  base  dishonors  bring. 

Note. — Virtually  the  genuine  text  of  the  original  "  Seaman's  Song  of  Captain 
Ward,"  entered  on  the  Stationers'  Company  Registers,  3  July,  1609  ;  written 
before  news  of  Ward's  death  arrived.  "  Captain  Ward's  fight  with  the  Rainbow" 
(p.  426)  popularly  displaced  the  present  ballad,  which  we  are  the  first  to  reprint. 


The  Seaman  s  Song  of  Captain  Ward,  1609.  785 

This  wicked-gotten  treasure 

Doth  him  but  little  pleasure, 
The  land  consumes  what  they  have  got  by  sea, 

In  drunkenness  and  letchery, 

Filthy  sins  of  sodomy, 
These  evil-gotten  goods  do  wast[e]  away.  18 

Such  as  live  by  thieving 

Have  seldoine-times  good  ending, 
As  by  the  deeds  of  Captain  Ward  is  shown  : 

Being  drunk  amongst  his  Drabs, 

His  nearest  friends  he  sometimes  stabs  ; 
Such  wickednesse  within  his  heart  is  grown. 

"When  stormy  tempest  riseth, 

The  Causer  he  despiseth, 
Still  denies  to  pray  unto  the  Lord. 

He  feareth  neither  God  nor  Devil, 

His  deeds  are  bad,  his  thoughts  are  evil, 
His  onley  trust  is  still  upon  his  Sword.  60 

Men  of  his  own  Country 

He  still  abuseth  vilely, 
Some  back  to  back  are  cast  into  the  waves  ;  [N.B.,  cf.  p.  797. 

Some  are  hewn  in  pieces  small, 

Some  are  shot  against  a  wall ; 
A  slender  number  of  their  lives  he  saves. 

Of  truth  it  is  reported, 

That  he  is  strongly  guarded 
By  Turks  that  are  not  of  a  good  belief  ; 

Wit  and  reason  tells  them 

He  trusteth  not  his  country-men, 
But  shews  the  right  condition  of  a  thief.  72 

At  Tunis  in  Barbary 

Now  he  buildeth  stately 
A  gallant  Palace  and  a  Royal  Place, 

Decked  with  delights  most  trim, 

Fitter  for  a  Prince  than  him, 
The  which  at  last  will  prove  to  his  disgrace. 

To  make  the  world  to  wonder, 

This  Captain  is  Commander 
Of  four-and-twenty  mighty  Ships  of  sayl, 

To  bring  in  treasure  from  the  sea 

Into  the  markets  every  day  : 
The  which  the  Turks  do  buy  up  without  fail.  81 

His  name  and  state  so  mounteth, 

These  countrey-men  accounteth 
Him  equal  to  the  Nobles  of  that  Land  ; 

But  these  his  honours  we  shall  find 

Shortly  blown  up  with  the  wind, 
Or  prove  like  letters  written  in  the  sand. 

JFirtis. 

London :  Printed  for  F.  Coles,  T.  Vere,  and  William  Gilbert.son. 
[In  Black-letter.      Three  cuts.     Date  of  first  issue,  3  July,  1609  ;  see  p.  422.] 
vol.  vi.  3  E 


786 


a  pleasant  SDittp  of 

Cl)e  Ifttng  anD  tl)e  £>oult)tei\ 

To  a  new  Tune.      [See  p.  779.] 

OTJr  noble  King  in  his  progress,  as  he  went  to  the  South, 
Upon  a  goodly  plain,  a  plain,  which  men  do  call  a  down  a  down, 
So  merrily  he  walked  towards  the  Town  of  Portsmouth, 
Always  by  a  bankside,  not  passing  half  a  mile,  a  mile, 

a  mile  from  Guil\jl\ford  Town, 
There  met  he  with  a  Souldier,  was  full  of  great  lamentation, 
O  sick  and  faint  he  was,  and  ready  for  to  dye, 

Saying,  "  Wo[e]  be  unto  Death,  and  Fortune  variable  !  " 

Upon  a  goodly  Gelding  this  Souldier  did  ride,  did  ride, 
His  arms  they  were  unfolded,  his  shield  hung  by  his  side, 
The  one  foot  in  the  stirrop,  the  other  hung  beside ; 
His  saddle  was  ungirt,  his  bridle  was  unti'd: 
This  Souldier  kept  not  path,  but  wandered  here  and  there, 
Sighing  and  sorrowing,  great  ruth  it  was  to  hear  ; 
Most  like  a  doleful  man,  he  rent  and  tore  his  hair  ; 

Saying,  "  Woe  be  unto  Death,  and  Fortune  variable  !  " 

It  was  not  onely  I  alone,  but  thousands  as  well  as  I,  as  I, 
That  did  behold  the  forlorn  man  that  ready  was  to  dye. 
A  Captain  of  Leagure,  a  very  bold  souldier, 
Sometimes  a  Martial-man  to  our  noble  King  Henry. 
At  all  manner  of  pastimes  he  was  our  Sovereign's  minion  ; 
A  gamester  with  our  noble  king,  men  called  him  Labinion. 
Just  he  was  in  judgment,  it  was  this  man's  opinion  ; 
Saying,  "  Woe  be  unto  Death,  and  Fortune  variable  !  " 

[Possibly  by  Martin  Parker  or  Laurence  Price.] 

*w*  In  giving  back  to  the  world  this  long-lost  (supposed-to-be-irrecoverahle) 
old  "Ditty,"  we  venture  to  transpose  several  of  the  lines  in  the  final  division, 
restoring  what  we  believe  to  be  the  original  construction,  which  had  become 
corruptly  disorganized ;  but  we  make  no  other  change  beside  this  transposition. 
Our  disorderly  exemplar  reads  "  Sovereign's  minion,  Saying,  Woe  be  unto  death, 
and  fortune  variable.  Just  he  was  in  judgment,  it  was  this  man's  opiuion ;  A 
Gamester  with  our  noble  King,  men  called  him  Labinion.  A  Captain  of  Leagure, 
a  very  bold  Souldier,  Sometimes  a  Martial  man  to  our  noble  King  Henry.'''' 
Thus  it  ends.  We  think  the  re-arrangement  simply  restorative :  the  Jin  ale  must 
have  been  identical  with  the  end  of  the  preceding  stanzas.  And  the  regulation  of 
the  rhymes  in  the  second  stanza  guide  our  choice  of  them  in  the  third.  It  bears 
token  of  an  earlier  hand  than  Martin  Parker's.      Is  not  Labinion  a  Huguenot  ? 

We  now  give  an  elegy  (Luttrell  Coll.,  II.  16.),  hitherto  unreprinted,  on  the 
•  *iM4  Colonel  Thomas  Blood,  who  stole  the  Crown  Jewels  on  May  9,  1G71. 


787 


an  OBlcgie  on  Colonel  [€J)oma$]  TO00&, 

Notorious  far  Stealing  tlje  (Crofrm,  etc. 

("Who  dyed  [on]  the  Twenty -sixth  of  Augicst,  1680.) 

T Hanks,  ye  kind  Fates,  for  your  last  Favour  shown 
Of  stealing  BLOOD,  who  lately  stole  the  Crown  ;       [Cf.  iv.  p.  G83. 
"We'l  not  exclaim  so  much  against  you  since  ; 
As  well  as  BEDLOE,  you  have  fetcht  him  hence, 
He  who  hath  heen  a  Plague  to  all  Mankind, 
And  never  was  to  any  one  a  Friend  : 
Nay  to  himself  such  torment  was  at  last, 

He  wisht  his  Life  had  long  ago  been  past.  8 

For  who  can  bear  a  discontented  minde, 
Or  any  Peace  with  an  ill  Conscience  finde, 
Thro'  his  whole  Life  he  practis'd  Villany, 
And  lov'd  it,  tho'  he  nothing  got  thereby  ; 
At  first  uneasy  at  the  King's  return, 
With  secret  Malice  his  bold  heart  did  burn 
Against  his  Sovereign,  and  ou  pretence 

He  had  much  wrong'd  his  feigned  Innocence,  16 

To  IRELAND  went,  and  several  ways  did  try,    J 
Eather  than  he  would  unrevenged  dye,  [ 

To  vent  his  Malice  on  his  MAJESTY.  ) 

But  finding  there  all  his  attempts  prove  vain 
To  ENGLAND  forthwith  he  returns  again, 
And  after  some  small  time  he  had  liv'd  here, 
The  first  great  thing  in  which  he  did  appear 

Was  rescuing  from  Justice  CAPTAIN  MASON,  24 

Whom  all  the  World  doth  know  t'  have  been  a  base  one. 
The  next  ill  thing  he  boldly  undertook 

Was  barbarously  seizing  of  a  DUKE,  [James  Butler. 

Whom,  as  he  since  confess' d,  he  did  intend 
To  hang  for  injuries  he  did  pretend 

The  DUKE  had  done  him  :  though  the  World  does  know 
His  Grace  was  ne'er  to  a  Good  Man  a  Foe : 

Having  through  all  his  many  well-spent  days  32 

Served  his  King  and  Country  several  ways, 
And  patiently  his  troubles  underwent 
Finding  a  sweetness  ev'n  in  Banishment, 
And  Death  he  patiently  wou'dhave  endur'd, 
The  King's  Restoring  cou'd  he  have  secured  : 

A  DUKE  who,  being  by  Providence  preserv'd  [i.e.  of  Ormond. 

Hath  begot  sons  who  valiantly  have  serv'd 

His  Majesty,  and  great  Renown  obtain'd  40 

In  many  battles  by  your  valour  gain'd  : 
Great  OSSEliY,  who  by  his  conduct  wise 
Did  oft  by  Stratagems  his  Foes  surprize 
And  hath  as  often  beat  them  with  his  Sword, 
Was  the  Eldest  Son  of  this  most  noble  Lord. 

But  I  my  HE  ROE  almost  had  forgot, 
And  th'  next  thing  he  engag'd  in  was  a  PLOT 

To  seize  the  Crown,  and  without  doubt  he  who  48 

So  great  a  piece  of  villany  would  do, 
When  he  saw  time  wou'd  have  attempted  too 
His  MAJESTY  ;  but  failing  of  the  prize, 


788  An  Elegy  on  Colonel  Thomas  Blood,  1680. 

About  the  Town  he  undiscover'd  lies 

Harbour'd  by  some  of  's  fellow  -Rogues,  yet  see 

How  few  can  'scape  concern'd  in  Villany. 

In  a  short  time  he  apprehended  was, 

And  brav'd  his  Majesty  ev'n  to  his  face  :  56 

\  it  when  one  wou'd  have  thought  he  shou'd  have  had 

Beward  fi>r  \s  Villany,  and  have  been  made 

Example  to  all  Ages,  our  good  King 

Gave  him  his  Life  (who  long  has  strove  to  bring 

Destruction  on  him,)  and  did  him  restore 

To  liberty,  thinking  he  ne'er  wou'd  more 

Do  any  thing  unjust  again,  when  loe, 

His  stirring  Spirit  was  not  contented  so,  64 

For  he  engages  in  th'  Conspiracy 

To  ruine  th'  honour,  life  and  liberty 

Of  a  deserving  noble  honest  Peer,  [».*.  d.  of  Buckingham. 

And  had  him  brought  unto  Destruction  near, 

But  Divine  Providence,  for  ever  blest, 

Prevented  this,  as  well  as  all  the  rest, 

By  th'  coming  in  of  some  that  were  concern'd 

Which  all  your  Plot  into  confusion  turn'd.  72 

At  last  our  famous  Heroe,  Colonel  BLOOD, 
Seeing  his  prospects  all  will  do  no  good, 
And  that  Success  was  to  him  still  deny'd, 
Fell  sick  with  Grief,  broke  his  great  Heart  and  dy'd. 

2Ei)e  dqu'tapft. 

HERE  Lies  the  Man,  who  boldly  hath  run  through     1 
More  villanies  than  ever  England  knew  ; 
And  nere  to  any  Friend  he  had  was  true. 
Here  let  him  then  by  all  unpittied  lye, 
And  let's  rejoyce  his  time  was  come  to  Dye. 

jFi'm's. 

London,  Printed  by  J.S.,  [i.e.  J.  Shorter"],  in  the  year  1680.     [White-letter.] 

*#*  A  manuscript  note  of  it  having  been  purchased  by  Narcissus  Luttrell,  30th 
of  August,  1 680,  is  on  this  rare  broadside,  possibly  unique.  It  is  here  reprinted 
for  substantial  reasons,  the  final  '  Epitaph  '  having  been  quoted,  by  the  Editor 
of  Roxburghe  Ballads,  in  Messrs.  Smith  and  Elder's  Dictionary  of  National 
Biography,  vol.  v.  p.  235  ;  where  he  has  given  a  full  account  of  the  Colonel's 
eventful  life  and  daring  adventures.  He  was  mentioned  in  Roxb.  Bds.  vol.  v.  pp. 
688,  689,  and  (probably)  his  son,  in  connection  with  Monmouth's  imprisonment. 

"The  Batchelor's  Triumph"  of  RoxburgJie  Ballads,  vol.  ii.  pp. 
427-429,  is  defective  in  the  endings  of  several  lines  (supplied  ly  guess, 
Ibid.  p.  682).     Here  are  the  authoritative  corrections,  in  Malic. 

Line  57. — Of  what  they  possess  there's  nought  that,.i  deny'd. 
60. — When  Love's  sweet  accents  so  pleiu// 'ally  flow  : 
63. — And  can  abridge  them  when  wear//  we  giow. 
66. — Frownings  and  poutings  from  wives  when  displeasd  ; 
69. — Which  on  their  Gallants  so  kindly  bestowes  : 
72. — Whilst  the  lov'd  silver  procures  us  fine  cloalhs. 
75. — And  by  the  cradle  a  rocking  he  sits. 
78. — But  we'r  resolv'd  to  court  single  delight  : 
81. — Slaves  for  his  wife  both  by  day  and  by  night. 


"89 


[Neptune's  Fair  Garland.     Licensed  by  Richard  Pocoek,  1686.] 

%  ISTeui  Song  of  Nelly's  sorroto  at  the  parting  tot'trj  bcr  uKlUbcloucti 
Henry,  tljat  foas  just  rcabu  to  set  Sail  to  Sea. 

The  Tune  is,  My  dearest  dear  and  I  must  part ;  Or,  In  Summer  time. 

FAir  Nelly  and  her  dearest  dear,  their  love  the  world  could  never  stain, 
But  yet  at  last  it  did  appear,  that  he  must  cross  the  Ocean  Main. 

Alas  !  he  was  compell'd  to  go,  with  her  he  could  no  longer  stay  ; 

Tears  from  fair  Ntilifs  eyes  did  flow,  when  he  to  her  these  words  did  say : 

"  My  Love,  T  come  to  take  my  leave,  now  we  are  hoisting  up  our  sail, 

Take  here  a  kiss  and  do  not  grieve  ;  pray  we  may  have  a  pleasant  gale.  1  '1 

"  Love,  set  thy  heart  and  mind  at  rest,  fear  not  but  Neptune  will  be  kind  ; 
When  I  have  cross'd  his  throbbing  breast,  thou  shalt  by  letters  know  my  mind. 

"  Thy  praises  I  will  dayly  sing,  though  we  shall  now  divided  be ; 
My  dearest,  here  take  thou  my  King,  and  keep  it  as  a  pledge  for  me." 

Then  with  a  sigh  she  did  reply,  "  Alas !  is  there  no  remedy  ? 

Sweet  Death,  come  ease  my  misery,  'tis  thou  alone  can'st  set  me  free."  24 

Thus  bitterly  she  did  bewail,  her  heart  was  fill'd  with  grief  and  woe  : 
Her  sweet  complexion  waxed  pale,  and  tears  in  multitudes  did  flow 

From  her  fair  eyes,  which  did  declare  the  perfect  message  of  her  mind, 
She  almost  drowned  in  despair,  but  he  was  most  exceeding  kind. 

Said  he,  "  My  Love,  do  not  lament,  let  not  thy  sorrows  much  abound  ; 

If  thou  wilt  labour  for  content,  tlien  joy  and  comfort  will  be  found.  36 

"  My  dear,  be  not  possest  with  fears  !  why  should  my  absence  thee  surprize  ? 
Why  should  those  soft  distilled  tears  flow  from  the  fountains  of  thine  eyes  ? 

"  Sweet  Nelly,  prythee,  tell  me  why  thou  should'st  in  sorrow  thus  complain  ? 
There's  many  more  as  well  as  I,  with  me  must  sail  the  Ocean  Main. 

"  Love,  I  must  bid  thee  now  adieu,  for  why  I  can  no  longer  stay, 

Our  Noble  Captain  and  his  crew,  they'll  hoist  up  Sail  and  will  away."  48 

"  Well,  Love,"  said  she,  "  since  thou  must  go,  the  Heavens  be  thy  careful  guide  ; 
Unto  my  dear  some  pitty  show,  when  thou  art  on  the  Ocean  wide. 

"  To  guard  my  Love  from  frightful  fears,  and  then  the  less  will  be  my  care." 
With  many  solid  sighs  and  tears,  these  Loyal  Lovers  parted  were. 

[The  Sequel  here  follows,  from  the  same  Garland.] 


<£L  TSfern  Song  of  Henry  setting  fortrj  to  Sea ;  faith  an  account  of 
trjcir  unljnppo  Uanage,  farjcrcin  trjcir  Ship  faas  cast  afaan,  anu 
most  of  their  ifHcn  rjrofancb  ;  but  Henry  escaping  rnitrj  some  fctu 
more,  thrauglj  ntano  rjiutculties  is  returned  to  fair  Nelly  his  louc, 
faherc  their  jogs  faas  at  length,  campleatctf. 

To  the  Tune  of,   The  First  Part.     [See  Note.~\ 

THeir  Sails  were  spread,  and  Anchor  weigh' d,  they  had  a  pleasant  Gale  of  wind, 
Their  Flag  and  streamers  they  display'd,  the  Seas  were  calm,  and  Neptune  kind. 


790  A  New  Sony  of  Henry  setting  forth  to  Sea. 

Their  hearts  was  fill'd  with  sweet  content,  when  they  their  Voyage  first  did  take, 
Then  to  the  Seas  away  t  li<\  went,  with  all  the  Sail  that  they  could  make. 

Their  joys  was  quickly  turn'd  to  woe,  their  sails  were  rent,  their  ship  did  roul ; 
The  rain  did  heat,  the  wind  did  hlow,  the  Seas  was  most  exceeding  foul. 

The  Clouds  was  dark'ncd  in  the  Skyes,  the  Billows  then  hegan  to  roar, 
A  Storm  and  Tempest  did  arise,  when  they  were  many  leagues  from  Shore. 

They  had  not  sailed  past  a  week,  before  this  Storm  their  joys  deprives  ; 
Their  Ship  began  to  spring  a  Leak,  they  pumpt  and  labour' d  for  their  lives. 

But  yet,  alas  !  'twas  all  in  vain,  for  why,  the  leak  could  not  be  found  ; 
Their  Ship  was  sinking  in  the  Main,  and  they  in  sorrow  compast  round. 

They  1  landed  forth  the  Long  Boat  then,  but  yet  behold  their  woful  case, 
Their  Ship,  with  many  of  their  Men,  was  swallow'd  up  before  their  face. 

But  they  continued  still  in  Prayer,  that  Heaven  would  preserve  their  Boat, 
Alas,  alas  !  their  lives  to  spare  ;  while  they  about  the  Seas  did  float. 

Each  "Wave  did  make  them  sigh  and  grieve,  no  sign  of  help  approached  nigh, 
Yet  we  have  cause  for  to  believe  their  Prayers  was  heard  to  Heaven  high. 

For  in  the  midst  of  all  their  grief,  while  they  was  in  this  doleful  plight, 
The  Heaveus  did  afford  relief,  a  Ship  came  sailing  in  their  sight. 

The  sight  of  which  did  them  revive,  now  in  their  sad  extremity; 
Eleven  went  aboard  alive,  that  had  been  floating  in  the  Sea. 

The  ship  was  bound  to  Yarmouth  then,  where  they  in  safety  did  arrive, 
And  there  these  poor  distressed  men  rejoyced  that  they  were  alive. 

Fair  Nelly's  Love  was  one  of  those  that  Providence  had  brought  on  shore, 
And  then  away  to  her  he  goes,  which  he  ne'r  thought  to  have  seen  more. 

To  her  he  freely  did  unfold  the  sorrows  which  they  had  gone  through  : 
As  sad  a  thing  as  e'er  was  told,  and  yet  no  more  than  what  is  true. 

"  My  dear,"  said  she,  "thou  shalt  not  roam,  nor  run  the  hazzards  of  the  Sea, 
Thou  shalt  in  safety  stay  at  home,  I'm  glad  thou  art  alive  with  me." 

Her  friends  and  his  were  all  agreed,  and  he  himself  did  give  consent, 
That  they  should  marry'd  be  with  speed,  and  live  at  home  in  sweet  content. 

Printed  by  J.M.  [John  Nillet~\  for  J[onali]  Beacon,  at  the  Angel, 
in  Guilt-spur-street,  without  Newgate,  1686. 

%*  We  have  not  yet  found  the  ballad  which  gives  name  to  the  tune  of  these 
ditties,  it  either  began  with  the  words  "My  dearest  Dear  and  I  must  part" 
or  held  them  as  its  burden.  The  alternative  tune  (of.  p.  274)  is  In  Summer  tune, 
which  had  long  been  a  favourite,  belonging  to  three  of  the  twelve  Robin  Hood 
ballads  reserved  for  our  final  volume.  They  begin  thus,  "  In  Summer-time,  when 
leaves  grow  green."  1. —  Robin  Hood  and  the  Curtal  Friar  ;  2. — Robin  Hood  and 
the  Jovial  Tinker  ;  3. — The  Noble  Fisherman  ;  or,  Robin  Hood's  Preferment. 

We  refuse  to  believe  the  faithful  Henry  of  the  Neptune's  Fair  Garland,  1686, 
to  be  the  same  person  as  the  uu-named  "  Unkind  Lover  "  of  the  next-following 
song,  "  JSellys  Constancy,"  and  its  Answer.  Two  different  Nellies,  perhaps,  but 
either  one  deserving  a  toast  as  the  Lass  that  loves  a  Sailor. 

"  Some  sweet-heart  or  wife,  that  he  loved  as  his  life, 
Eacli  drank,  while  he  wish'd  he  could  hail  her  ; 
But  the  standing  toast,  that  pleased  the  most, 
Was,  •  The  wind  that  blows,  the  ship  that  goes, 
And  the  Lass  that  loves  a  Sailor  .' '  " 


7!)l 


[Pepys  Collection,  V.  217.     Apparently  unique.] 

an  crcellent  JT^ctu  ^ong,  calfD  JlMlp's  Constancy; 

©r, 

f^cr  Unnrnti  Eofacr.    Wfyo,  after  Contract  of  fHarrtacjc,  leancs  fjfss 
first  fHistress,  for  tije  sake  of  a  better  fortune. 

To  a  pleasant  New  Tune  ;  or,  Languishing  Swain.     [See  pp.  27,  283.] 

Licensed  according  to  Order. 

ILov'd  you  dearly,  I  lov'd  you  well, 
1  lov'd  you  dearly,  no  Tongue  can  tell. 
You  love  another,  you  love  not  me, 
You  care  not  for  my  company. 

You  love  another,  I'll  tell  you  why, 

Because  she  has  more  means  than  I, 

But  Means  will  waste,  Love,  and  Means  will  My  ; 

In  time  thou  may'st  have  no  more  than  I.  8 

If  I  had  gold,  Love,  you  should  have  part, 
But  as  I've  none,  Love,  thou  hast  my  Heart : 
Thou  hast  my  Heart,  Love,  and  free  good  will, 
And  in  good  truth  1  love  thee  still. 

How  often  has  your  tongue  this  told, 

You  lov'd  [me]  not  for  silver  nor  gold  ; 

And  this  to  me  you  did  impart, 

All  you  desired  was  my  Heart.  I  <> 

Your  tongue  did  so  inchant  my  Mind, 
Till  I  for  ever  must  be  kind, 
Though  you  prove  false,  yet  I  am  true, 
And  own  I  am  undone  by  you. 

What  makes  young  Men  be  thus  unkind, 

To  gain  Maids'  loves,  then  change  their  mind  ? 

As  here  I  find  it  to  my  grief, 

He's  stole  my  Heart,  Stop  Thief!  Stop  Thief!  24 

My  Heart  you  have,  go  where  you  will. 
And  though  you  leave  me  I  love  you  still ; 
But  had  1  sums  of  gold  in  store, 
You'd  court  me  as  you  did  before. 

'Tis  Money  is  your  chiefest  aim, 

All  Women  else  would  be  the  same. 

Oh  !  what  a  world  is't  we  live  in, 

No  true  love  can  be  found  in  Men  !  i'l 


Although  you  do  another  take, 

And  leave  your  first  Love's  Heart  to  break, 

It  pleases  me  to  dye  for  Love, 

And  do  a  faithful  Virgin  prove. 


792         Nelly's  Constancy,  and  The  Seaman's  Answer. 

Then  my  advice  is  to  each  Maid, 

Be  careful  lest  your  Heart's  betray'd  : 

Believe  not  all  young  Men  do  say, 

They'll  vow  they'll  Love,  yet  go"  their  way.  40 

Like  my  dear  Love  that  courted  me, 
Who's  wed  another,  and  gone  to  Sea, 
Yet  I  a  Sailor  Boy  love  still, 
And  none  but  such  shall  gain  my  will. 

Then  call  a  Boat,  hoys,  unto  the  ferry, 

For  we  are  come,  Boys,  to  be  merry  ; 

It  shall  nere  be  said,  Boys,  when  we  are  dead, 

But  the  Jolly  Sailors  are  rarely  bred.  48 

Printed  and  Sold  by  Charles  Bariiet.     [In  White-letter.     Date,  c.  1686.] 
[Earl  of  Jersey's  Osterley  Park  Collection,  III.  42.] 

£ijc  Seaman's  gnsirjcr  to  fjt's  ftJnlu'rrtj  3Lober. 

Tune  of,  Ilov'dyou  dearly,  etc.,  or,  Languishing  Swain  [see  pp.  27,  283]. 
Licensed  according  to  Order. 

FAir  Maid,  you  say  you  lov'd  me  well ;  I  do  believe  it,  honest  Nell, 
And  likewise  tell  you  what  is  true,  Once  there  was  none  I  lov'd  like  you. 

'Twas  not  for  Money  that  I  wed,  I  never  ask'd  her  what  she  had, 

You  said  you  wouldnot  married  be,  Till  I  returned]  again  from  Sea.  8 

That  was  the  reason,  pritty  Dove,  which  made  me  seek  for  another  Love, 
I  thought  when  I  to  Sea  was  gone,  You'd  wed  before  I  cou'd  return. 

As  for  thy  kindness  still  to  me,  A  thousand  thanks  I  return  to  thee. 

And  I  am  glad  you  do  impart  A  Seaman  still  shall  have  thy  Heart.  16 

I  have  a  Brother  with  roe  here,  who's  younger  than  I  by  one  year, 
He  is  a  Seaman  truly  bred,  My  dearest  Nell,  let  him  thee  wed. 

You  cry  Stop  Thief,  your  Heart  I  have,  My  Brother  he  the  same  do[es]  crave, 
And  begs  that  I  would  write  to  you,  to  give  thy  free  consent  thereto.  24 

If  you  but  saw  us  both  together,  you  could  not  tell  one  from  the  other ; 
Then  prithee,  Nell,  do  not  deny,  though  1  am  wed,  let  him  injoy. 

I  hear  thou'rt  ranging  o'er  the  Sea,  with  full  intent  to  come  to  me  ; 

May  Heavens  keep  thee  from  all  harms,  and  bring  thee  safely  to  my  arms.         32 

We're  both  in  the  Britannia  bold,  i'  th'  Straights  where  strangers  much  behold, 
For  there  was  never  seen  before  So  great  a  ship  near  the  Turkish  shoar.  [Cf.  p.  79J.' 

Then  come,  my  fair  One,  come  away  !  My  Brother  longs  to  see  the  day 

That  you  will  be  his  happy  Bride,  Then  waft  her  hither,  wind  and  tide  !  4  0 

If  thou  wert  come,  then  we'd  be  merry,  in  Bowls  of  Punch  and  good  Canary, 
And  thou  wilt  find  he'll  love  thee  well,  Though  I  did  leave  my  honest  Nell.  ' 

I  prithee,  Nell,  do  not  deny,  thou'lt  find  hirn  kinder  far  than  I. 

Although  you  prove  not  to"  be  my  Wife,  yet  my  dear  Sister  all  my  life.  48 

Printed  and  Sold  by  T.  Staples. 

[In  White-letter.     Without  woodcut,  or  music.     Date,  circu  1686.] 


793 


[(Roxburghe  Collection,  III.  441  ;)  Pepys,  V.  361  ;  Jersey,  III.  67.] 

E\)z  jFattljfttl  JHarriner; 
©r, 
21  CTopg  of  UersfS,  font  irj  a  Seaman  on  Boatti  tlje  Britannia,  in 
tf)c  ^trn'gljts,  ano  "DtrcctctJ  to  tfair  Isabel  fjis  local  ILobr,  in  tljc 
Citg  of  London. 

Time  of,  T/ie  False-hearted  Yonng  Man;  or,  77;e  Languishing  Swain.  [See  ATo^.] 

FAir  Isabel,  of  Beauty  bright, 
To  thee  iu  Love  these  lines  I  write 
Hoping  thou  art  alive  and  well 
As  I  am  now,  as  I  am  now,  Fair  Isabel.  5 

On  Board  the  brave  Britannia  bold,        [Roxb.  text  misp.  "  Beauty."' 

I  have  the  fortune  to  behold 

The  sweet  delightsome  banks  of  Spain, 

While  in  the  Straits,  while  in  the  Straits,  we  do  remain.  10 

The  Spanish  Lords  of  high  renown, 

And  gentry  come  swarming  down, 

To  see  the  Brittish  Royal  Fleet, 

With  swelling  sails,  with  swelling  sails,  and  streamers  sweet. 

While  we  appear'd  in  all  our  Pride, 

The  Seas  were  ne're  so  beautifi'd, 

With  able  Men  of  War  before, 

Along  the  Straits,  along  the  Straits,  of  Spanish  shore.  20 

We  have  no  storms,  or  weather  foul, 

To  make  the  Roaring  Billows  roll, 

But  pleasant  breathing  gentle-gales, 

Enough  to  fill,  enough  to  fill,  our  swelling  sails. 

Along  the  Coast  of  Barberie 

The  Algerines  they  flock' d  to  see 

Our  Royal  Fleet  of  noble  fame,  [Jersey  reads  "  warlike  fleet." 

And  stood  amaz'd,  and  stood  amaz'd,  to  see  the  same.  30 

The  longer  they  the  Fleet  beheld 

The  more  they  were  with  wonder  fill'd 

As  knowing  we  were  Britaim  bold, 

And  that  the  French,  and  that  the  French,  false  Tales  had  told. 

Note. — This  ballad  has  been  already  mentioned  on  p.  410,  and  should  have 
been  specified  previously  on  pp.  27  and  28  (under  sections  a  and  e),  as  being 
allotted  to  the  tune  which  is  indifferently  named  The  languishing  Swain  and 
The  False-hearted  Young  Man.  We  have  shown  this  tune  to  coincide  with  I 
loved  thee  dearly,  I  loved  thee  well  (cf.  p  283 :  we  print  the  title-ballad  words  on 
p.  791),  and  All  happy  times  when  free  from  love,  and  Charon  make  haste  (words 
given  on  our  p.  24).  Despite  the  difference  of  sweethearts'  names,  Nellie  and 
Isabel  (like  the  change  from  'Britannia'  to  '  beauty  '  as  name  of  the  seaman's 
ship,  in  successive  issues  of  this  Isabel  ballad),  there  may  be  closer  connection 
between  these  two  ballads  of  "  The  Straights  [of  Gibralter}  "  than  merely  the 
tune.  (Compare  p.  792.)  Therefore,  they  are  better  brought  together  at  once, 
and  in  the  same  vol.  as  "  The  Frighted  French  "  antecedent  ballad  of  p.  446. 


794        The  Faithful  Mariner,  in  the  Strait-%  to  Isabel. 


For  Turvye  made  the  Turk  believe  [scilicet  Tourville,  p.  44'). 

That  they  no  damage  could  receive  ; 

For  ui'  a  Truth  he  did  declare. 

That  Masters  of,  that  Masters  of,  the  Seas  they  were.  40 

This  will  for  Truth  no  longer  go. 

For  Turvye  tears  great  Mussel  so, 

That  from  Toulon  he  steard  away,  [Roxb.  "  they  stear'd. " 

He  ha'n't  forgot,  lie  ha'n't  forgot,  the  mouth  of  May. 

With  Mussel  he  is  loath  to  deal, 

For  fear  a  second  warlike  Ileal 

Should  shake  their  whole  foundation  so     [Enxb.  "  the,"  omits  "  so." 

That  it  might  prove,  that  it  might  prove,  their  overthrow.  50 

Once  more,  my  Dear  and  tender  Dove, 

Fair  Isabel,  my  Loyal  Love, 

Accept  of  these  few  lines  1  send,  [misp.  "  Except  of." 

Who  will  remain,  who  will  remain,  your  Faithful  Friend. 

Tho?  we  are  separated  now, 

I'll  not  forget  that  Solemn  Vow 

Made,  when  I  left  my  Native  Land, 

I'll  go  on  board,  I'll  go  on  board,  under  command.  CO 

My  Dearest,  do  not  grieve  or  mourn,  [Jersey,  "  Then  dearest,  do.' ' 

"With  1'atience  wait  my  safe  return, 

And  then  we'll  both  united  be, 

In  lasting  Bonds,  in  lasting  Bonds,  of  Loyalty. 

The  Figure  of  a  Heart  I  send, 

And  round  the  same  these  lines  are  pen'd, 

'  The  Chain  of  Love  has  link'd  it  fast, 

So  long  as  Life,  so  long  as  Life  and  breath  shall  last.''  70 

Jim's. 

London  :  Printed  for  J.  Blare,  on  London-  Bridge. 

[Tn  White-letter.     Colophon  and  text  followed  from  Pepys  and  Jersey  earlier 
copies,  better  than  the  corrupt  modern  Boxburghe.     Date,  probably,  1692-3.] 


[These  cuts  belon 


795 

[Roxburghe  Collection,  II.  550  ;  Jersey  Coll.,  I.  123.] 

C&e  Onc&angcable  Letters. 

No  stormy  -winds  can  fright  the  Seaman  bold, 
Nor  can  his  mind  be  easily  controul'd, 

His  love  is  seeled,  ne'r  to  change  his  mind  [  =  sealed. 

"Whilst  Amarillis  voweth  to  be  kind. 
Tune  [of,  Ah  /]  Cloris,  awake.     [See  p.  128.] 

DEar,  comfort  I  must,  though  it  grieves  me  to  go, 
To  leave  thee  behind  me  breeds  sorrow  and  woe, 
But  the  greatest  of  Storms  shall  ne'r  cause  me  to  fear, 
For  I'le  cheer  up  my  heart  with  the  thoughts  of  my  dear. 

When  the  winds  they  do  blow,  and  the  Billows  do  roar, 

If  I  call  but  to  mind  my  dear  Love  on  the  Shore, 

My  heart  will  rejoyce,  and  l'le  banish  all  fear, 

In  hopes  to  return  to  my  love  and  my  dear.  8 

Then  be  but  as  Loyal  as  I'le  be  to  thee, 
And  nothing  but  death  shall  e're  part  thee  and  me, 
If  women  like  Angels  to  me  should  appear, 
Yet  still  I'le  be  true  to  my  Love  and  my  dear. 

'Tis  true  that  we  Sailers  strange  wonders  do  see, 

And  strangers  oft  kind  to  the  English  will  be, 

But  the  beauties  of  Venice  can  never  come  near 

Thy  feature,  my  Darling,  my  Love  and  my  dear.  1  •> 

Believe  what  I  say,  my  heart's  chiefest  delight, 
That  think  on  thee  still  both  by  day  and  by  night. 
For  at  home  and  abroad  it  shall  alwaies  appear, 
That  1  will  be  true  to  my  Love  and  my  dear. 

Elje  fHatfccn's  Huskier. 

I  Hear,  my  true-love,  this  most  sorrowful  news. 
Which  makes  me  lament,  alas  !  how  can  I  choose  ? 
The  Seas,  1  do  fear,  will  my  comforts  destroy, 
And  rob  me  at  last  of  my  comfort  and  joy.  24 

Oh  !  when  thou  art  absent,  what  joy  can  I  find  ; 
Or  what  can  give  ease  to  my  troubled  mind  ? 
E'ry  wind  that  doth  blow  will  my  pleasures  destroy, 
For  fear  I  should  lose  my  deity  hi  and  my  joy. 

Go  thou  but  to  Venice,  thou  never  shalt  find 

A  lover  so  true,  or  so  faithful  and  kind. 

Though  at  first  I  did  seem  to  be  childish  and  coy, 

Thou  now  art  my  comfort,  my  love  and  my  joy.  32 

Then  never  forsake  me,  for  profit  or  gain  ; 

Nor  leave  thy  true  love,  for  the  wealth  of  the  main ; 

A  Jewel  to  Love,  is  an  absolute  Toy ; 

Then  never  forsake  me,  my  love  and  my  joy. 

But  if  thou  wilt  go  to  the  Seas  that  do  rage, 

Give  me  but  thy  promise,  and  firmly  ingage, 

Then  I'le  wait  thy  return,  nothing  shall  me  annoy, 

But  I  constant  will  prove  to  my  comfort  and  joy.  10 


'  96  The  Unchangeable  Lovers. 

Such  Loyalty  never  by  any  was  shown 

As  I'le  show  to  thee,  for  I  love  thee  alone  ; 

When  we  once  are  fast  ty'd,  I'le  applaud  the  Blind  Bov, 

That  taught  me  to  love  thee,  my  comfort  and  joy. 

Printed  for  /.  Conyers,  at  the  Black  Raven,  in  Buck  Lane. 
[In  Black-letter.     Two  woodcuts,  one  on  p.  278.     Date,  circa  1680.] 

%*  The  other  woodcut  (new)  represents  a  Gentleman  and  Ladv  walking  beside 
a  river  (Thames,  opposite  St.  .Mary  Overy),  looking  at  the  numerous  wherries. 

1  he  burden  or  reft  am  of  the  Second  Part  identifies  the  tune  of  this  ballad  with 
another  tune-name  than  Ah,  Chloris,  awake  !  viz.,  Comfort  and  Joy. 


A 


Raptors  for  mp  a^oncp. 


LTHOTJGH  unable  to  give  in  the  present  volume  an  already 
carefully-prepared  "Second  Group  of  Early  Naval  Ballads"  (as  to 
whichsee  our  Preface,  p.  xiii*),  it  is  much  that  we  who  had  for  the 
first  time  mentioned  and  reprinted  the  excellent  ballad  of  "  The 
Jovial  Mariner;  or,  The  Seaman's  Kenown,"  by  J.  P.,  (on  p.  369), 
now  add  Martin  Parker's  original  "  Saylors  for  my  Money"  (on 
p.  797) ;  both  ditties  being  written  to  the  same  tune,  used  for 
Laurence  Price's  ballads,  "lam  a  jovial  Batchelor"  and  " lam  a 
Jovial  Cobbler,  Sir,"  printed  for  W.  Thackeray  and  T.  Passinger. 
It  was  in  Black-letter,  with  a  single  woodcut. 

There  seems  to  have  been  a  friendly  competition  between  Parker 
and  Price,  for  they  frequently  chose  the  same  theme  and  the  same 
melody  (two  instances  being  cited,  viz.  one  on  p.  779,  the  other 
here).  Martin  Parker  remains  known  of  the  rival  balladists ;  but 
Laurence  Price  had  in  his  own  day  enjoyed  nearly  equal  popularity. 
He  was  a  voluminous  writer,  as  we  have  shown  on  p.  64,  many  of 
whose  ephemeral  pamphlets  have  perished  or  escaped  observation. 

"We  have  here  no  available  space  for  redeeming  half-promises  made  on  pp.  268, 
528,  688,  etc.,  concerning  '  London's  Tryumph,'  '  The  Dream  of  Judas's  Mother 
Fulfilled;'  'A  worthy  Example  of  a  Virtuous  Wife'  (p.  541  =  '  In  Borne,  I 
read,  a  noble  man ')  ;  '  A  Young  Man  put  to  his  Shifts  '  ('  Of  late  did  I  hear  ')  ; 
and  a  continuation  of  the  Naval  Ballads.  For  the  present  we  appropriately 
close  with  the  far-back  original  of  Tom  Campbell's  "  Ye  Mariners  of  England." 

Modern  warfare  has  so  far  changed  the  situation,  introducing  such  explosive- 
ammunition,  long-ranges,  armour-plating,  and    steam-power  for  swift  cruisers, 
that  it  is  by  no  means  certain  "  Britannia  needs  no  bulwark,  no  towers  along  the 
steep."     But  her  seamen  have  not  degenerated,  and  will  do  their  best  for  their 
country.     "  Her  march  is  o'er  the  mountain-waves,  her  home  is  on  the  deep." 
"  Where  Blake  and  mighty  Nelson  fell 
Your  manly  hearts  shall  glow, 
As  ye  sweep  through  the  deep, 
While  the  stormy  tempests  blow.'' 


^aplors  for  mp  fl^onep. 

21  rtefrr  Bittrj  ramposcti  in  tfje  praise  at  Saolors  antJ  Sea  affaires, 
brctfirj  sftetoiruj  tfjc  nature  of  so  fcoortftrj  a  calling,  anti  effects  of 
tfjetr  inoustrrj. 

To  the  Tune  of,   The  Jovial  Collier  [cf.  pp.  368,  431,   796]. 

COuntrie  men  of  England,  who  live  at  home  with  ease, 
And  little  thinke  what  dangers  are  incident  o'  th'  Seas  : 
Give  eare  unto  the  Saylor  who  unto  you  will  shew 
His  case,  his  case  :  Horn  ere  the  winde  doth  How. 

He  that  is  a  Saylor  must  have  a  valiant  heart, 

For,  when  he  is  upon  the  sea,  he  is  not  like  to  start  ; 

But  must,  with  noble  courage,  all  dangers  undergoe  : 

Resolve,  resolve  :  How  e're  the  wind  doth  lloiv.  8 

Our  calling  is  laborious,  and  subject  to  much  [care]  ;    [text>  "woe." 
But  we  must  still  contented  be,  with  what  falls  to  our  share. 
We  must  not  be  faint-hearted,  come  tempest,  raine  or  snow, 
Nor  shrinke  :  nor  shrinke  :  How  e're  the  winde  doth  Howe. 

Sometimes  on  Neptune's  bosome  our  ship  is  tost  with  waves, 
And  every  minute  we  expect  the  sea  must  be  our  graves.  [' mnnte.* 
Sometimes  on  high  she  mouteth,  then  falls  againe  as  low : 

With  waves  :   with  waves  :    When  stormie  winds  do  How.        16 

Then  with  unfained  prayers,  as  Christian  duty  bindes, 
Wee  turne  unto  ye  Lord  of  hosts,  with  all  our  hearts  and  minds  ; 
To  Him  we  flie  for  succour,  for  He,  we  surely  know, 
Can  save :  can  save,  How  ere  the  wind  doth  How. 

Then  He  who  breaks  the  rage,  the  rough  and  blustrous  seas, 
When  His  disciples  were  afraid,  will  straight  ye  stormes  apease. 
And  give  us  cause  to  thanke,  on  bended  knees  full  low  : 

Who  saves  :   who  saves,  How  ere  the  wind  doth  How.  24 

Our  enemies  approaching,  when  wee  on  sea  espie, 
Wee  must  resolve  incontinent  to  fight,  although  we  die, 
With  noble  resolution  we  must,  oppose  our  foe, 
In  fight,  in  fight :  How  ere  the  wind  do\_e~\s  How. 

And  when  by  God's  assistance,  our  foes  are  put  to  th'  foile 
To  animate  our  courages,  wee  all  have  share  o'  th'  spoile. 
Our  foes  into  the  ocean  we  back  to  back  do  throw,  tSee  N'ote- 

To  sinke,  or  swimme,  How  ere  the  wind  doth  How.  32 

Note. — Judging  from  line  31,  the  piratical  ways  of  Captain  "Ward  (cf.  p.  785, 
line  63)  were  imitated  in  our  British  navy.  Clemency  to  a  conquered  foe  was  not 
learnt  early.  In  later  days  popular  sympathy  is  reserved  for  imprisoned  criminals 
malingering.     The  56th  line  in  original  is  misprinted  "  tli'eile  roare  o'  th'  shore.'" 


■98 


Martin  Parker's  "  Sailors  for  my  Money  !  " 


(Tl)f  .Sffonti  Part,  to  the  same  Tune. 

Thus  wee  gallant  Sea-men,  in  midst  of  greatest  dangers, 
Doe  alwaies  prove  our  valour,  wee  never  are  no  changers: 
But  what  soe  ere  betide  us,  wee  stoutly  undergoe, 
Resolv'd,  resolv'd,  How  ere  the  wind  doth  blow. 

If  fortune  doe  befriend  us,  in  what  we  take  in  hand, 
\\  ee  prove  our  selves  still  generous  whe  ere  we  come  to  land, 
Ther's  few  yl  shall  out  brave  us,  though  neere  so  great  in  show, 
Wee  spend,  and  lend,  How  ere  the  wind  doth  How.  40 

We  travel!  to  the  Indies,  from  them  we  bring  som  spice, 
Here  we  buy  rich  Merchandise  at  very  little  price.  ["prize." 

And  many  wealthy  prizes,  we  conquer  from  the  foe:  ["prices." 

In  fight :  in  fight,  How  ere  the  wind  doth  blow. 

Into  our  native  Country,  with  wealth  we  doe  returne  : 

And  cheere  our  wives  and  childre,  who  for  our  absence  mourne. 

Then  doe  we  bravely  flourish,  and  where  so  ere  we  goe, 

"We  roare  :   we  roare  :  How  ere  the  wind  doth  blow.  48 

For  when  we  have  received  our  wages  for  our  paynes, 
The  Vintners  and  the  Tapsters  by  us  have  golden  gaines. 
We  call  for  liquor  roundly,  and  pay  before  we  goe : 
And  sing  :  and  drink,  How  ere  the  wind  doth  blow. 

Wee  bravely  are  respected,  when  we  walke  up  and  downe, 
For  if  wee  meete  good  company,  wee  care  not  for  a  crowne, 
Ther's  none  more  free  than  saylors,  where  ere  he  come  or  goe, 
Tho'  he'll  roare  o'  th'  shore,  How  ere  the  winde  doth  blow.      56 

Then  who  would  live  in  England  and  no[u]rish  vice  with  ease, 
When  bee  that  is  in  povertie  may  riches  get  o'  th'  seas  ? 
Let's  saile  unto  the  Indies,  where  golden  grass  doth  grow : 
To  sea,  to  sea,  How  ere  the  wind  doth  bloiv. 


iFims. 


M[artin]  P[arker]. 


Printed  at  London  for  C\idhbert\  Wright. 


'99 


2iccret>tteti  2lurt)or£ 


of  Kojrburgge  Ballads,  gititit  complete  in  t\ji$  Folumr* 

Johnson,  Richard,  659,  714,  771. 
Jordan,     Thomas,     Introductory 


Arm  strong  (sus. per  col.),  T.,  600. 
Aytoun,  Sir  Robert  (probably), 

"585,  586,  775. 
Behn,  Afta,  Aphara,  or  Aphra, 
7,(47?),  123,136,178,181,241. 
Bow ae,  Tobias,  157,  158. 
Bradley,  A.,  463. 
Brereton,  John  Le  Gay,  362. 
Breton,  Nicholas,  580. 
Brome,  Richard,  575. 


Notes,  xxvii,  (probably)  490. 
Kirkham,  John,  399. 
L.,  F.,  671. 

Lanfiere,  Thomas,  340,  343,  415. 
Lang,  Andrew,  541. 
Lee,  Nathaniel,  289. 
Leland,  Charles  George,  779. 
Lyly,  John,  467. 


Buckingham    (George   Villiers),      Montrose  (James  Graham),  The 


Duke  of,  39. 

Burn('Violer'),  Nicol,  607,  608. 

Burnand,  Francis  Cowley,  318. 

Burns,  Robert,  193,  445. 

Canning,  Geo.  (attributed),  221. 

Cleland,  William  (eight  st.),  453. 

Cokain,  Sir  Aston,  61. 

Colman  (younger),  George,  755. 

Crouch,  Humphrey,  543,  (prob- 
ably 552,  563,  565) ;  560,  737. 

Davenant,  Charles,  100. 

Deloney,  Thomas,  384,  387,  390, 
402,^655,  673;  (?)  693  ;  722. 

Dick,  Lady  (attributed),  201. 

Dorset,  (Charles  Suckville),  Earl 
of,  133. 


Marquis  of,  581. 
O'Keefe,  John,  383. 
P.,  J.  (probably  John  Playford), 

110,  137,  369. 
Parker,   Martin    (altered   from), 

432;  786  ?  (his  original),  797. 
Person  of  Quality,  A,  31. 
Philips,  Ambrose  (Namby),  97. 
Pope,  Dr.  Walter,  507. 
Porter,  Thomas  (dramatist),  109. 
Price,  Laurence,  {Add.  List,  64), 

67,  73,  105,  429,  567,  786? 
R.,  T.  (Thomas  Robins?),  604. 
Raleigh,  Sir  W.  (attributed),  166. 
Rochester  (John  Wilmot),   Earl 

of,  88,  134. 


Drvden,  John,  21  (?),  37, 40,  152.      S.,  Sir  C.  (Scrope,or  Sedley),  101. 
D'tlrfey,  Thomas,  43,  55,  58,  59,       S.,  J.,  378. 


152,  195,  276,  617. 
Editorial,  in  Preface,  vii*,  xxiii*, 

Introductory  Notes,  xxxi,  310, 

448,  449,  464,  518,  539,  720, 

760,  800. 
Essex  (Robert  Devereux),  Earl 

of,  404. 
Etherege,  Sir  George,  115,  252. 
H.,C.   (probably  not=H.C,  i.e. 

Humphrey  Crouch,  q. v.),  324. 
Hiuton,  John,  364. 
Howard,  T.  (adapter),  759. 
J.,  T.  (Perhaps  T.  Jones),  393. 


S.,  T.  (Tho.  Stride  ?),  Int.  xxv. 
Scott  (of  Biggar),  R.,  232. 
Scrope,  Sir  Car  (probably),  101. 
Sedley,  Sir  Charles  101  ;   130. 
Shadwell,  Thomas,  79. 
Sidney,  Sir  Philip,  Introd.,  xxii. 
Tennyson,  Alfred,  658. 
Wade,  John,  332,  337,  346,  470, 

475. 
Walcot,  Dr.  John,  609. 
Warner,  William,  712. 
Wedderburn,  J.  (imperfect),  201. 
Wild,  Dr.  Robert,  456. 


800 


e&ttortal  fimlt  to  Wol.  m. 

"  What  shadows  we  are,  and  what  shadows  we  pursue  !  " — Burke. 
To  A.  M.   Adam,    of   BOSTON. 
TT  seems  unto  ?ne,  zvhose  thoughts  flit  free, 

{Not  in  grooves,  like  Parson-professionals'1 ',) 
That  this  -world  of  ours,  with  its  brambles  and  flowers, 

Is  a  race-course  for  crazed  processionals. 
Whence  they  all  flow,  or  whither  they  go, 
Xone  know,  or  can  show  in  Historia •■'■? 
Living-dead,  dead-alive,  they  junket  and  strive, 

A  ghastly  Phantasmagoria. 
Hans  Holbein,  of  old,  in  quaint  emblems  told 

What  he  thought  of  Life's  Masque  precarious  ; 
To  their  latest  breath,  in  such  Dance  of  Death, 

Mortals  frolic,  like  Saint  Macarius  : 
In  a  phrensied  whirl,  they  twist,  and  twirl, 

Shout  Helas  !  or  Juch  he  !  or  Gloria  ! 
Neither  daring  to  pause,  nor  consider  the  cause 

They  are  only  Phantasmagoria. 
Ballad  Book-men  choose  quiet,  apart  from  mad  riot, 

But  can  little  boast,  in  comparison  : 
Unless  we  shut  out  each  beleaguering  Doubt, 

We  find  mutiny  cripples  the  garrison. 
Laugh  zve  or  weep,  or  grim  silence  keep, 
Servile  drudge,  and  luxurious  Doria, 
We  too  fade  away,  from  our  own  brief  day, 

Like  the  giddy  Phantasmagoria. 
We  mingle  betimes,  zvilh  sermons  and  rhymes, 
Love  a?id  war,  wealth  and  poverty  pitiful ; 
Whether  Hermit  recluse,  or  Roue  profuse, 

Heeding  all  diverse  lives,  a  whole  city-full : 
Half-angel,  half-brute,  clad  in  Motley  suit, 
'  Vae  Victis  ! '  we  gasp  ;  not  '  Victoria  ! ' 
Having  seen  quite  enough,  of  smooth  and  rough, 
In  our  share  of  Phantasmagoria. 

J.    WOODFALL   EBSWORTH. 
The  Priory,  Molash,   1888. 


[This  cut  belongs  to  pp.  147,  247.] 


IJnbejc 


£>f  fwt  Ilinc0,  Burtons,  Citlcg  anti  Cwicg* 


Prefatory  Note, — This  list  includes  "First  Lines,"  burdens,  titles  and  sub-titles 
(i.e.  secondary  titles),  and  tunes.  It  distinguishes  the  ballads  that  are  merely 
alluded  to  in  passing,  as  '  mentioned,'  from  those  whereof  the  opening  stanza  or 
other  portion  is  given,  as  '  quoted'  :  while  the  absence  of  either  sign  shows  those 
that  are  given  complete.  "  First  Lines  "  are  indicated  by  being  within  double 
quotational  commas.  Tunes  are  named  as  tunes.  Burdens,  refrains,  or  choruses 
are  so  entitled,  in  Italic  type.  Most  ballads  of  old  were  printed  without  being 
dated  ;  but  we  have  endeavoured  throughout  vols,  iv.,  v.,  and  vi.  to  supply  this 
deficiency  within  square  brackets,  after  careful  study  of  external  and  internal 
evidence.  Every  clue  of  publisher  or  printer's  name  or  initials,  tune,  burden,  or 
allusion  to  contemporary  events,  becomes  valuable  iu  these  investigations  (and 
we  recover  from  other  collections  what  was  mutilated  by  the  binders  of  the 
Roxburghe),  since  we  generally  re-arrange  our  material  chronologically  or  in 
'  gi  oups  '  when  practicable. — J.  W.  Ebsworth. 

PAGE 

A  CERTAIN  great  King  once  did  rule  over  this  land  "     717 

"  A  Cheshire  man  sail'd  into  Spain  "  ( ='  set  sail '  = '  went  o'er  to')     657 


"  A  company  of  gossips  that  love  good  bub  " 

A  contented  mind  it  is  most  rare,  etc. 
"  A  council  grave  our  King  did  hold  " 
"  A  country  life  is  sweet  " 
"  A  country  that  draws  fifty  feet  of  water  " 
"  A  curse  on  the  zealous  and  ignorant  crew  " 
"  A  dainty  spruce  young  Gallant  " 
"  A  damsel,  I'm  told,  of  delicate  mould  " 
"  A  female  Quaker  in  Cheapside  " 
"  A  gallant  damosel  in  Bristol  City."     (See  "  An  amorous  ") 


A  good  ivife  is  a  portion  every  day 
"  A  King  once  reign'd  beyond  the  Seas  " 
A  lustful  love  did  cause  her  woe,  etc. 


quoted,  482 

burden,  354,  356 

...  mentioned,  743 

...  mentioned,  520 

quoted,  434 

56 

200,  205 
...  mentioned,  528 
...  mentioned,  6 
tune,  161 
332 
661 
767 


burden  and  title,  331. 
254,  264  ;  given, 


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A  man  he  may  work  all  the,  days  of  Jti.s  life,  etc.                      burden,  482 

"  A  merchant's  son  of  worthy  fame."     (See  '  Garland,  Bristol')  mentioned,  428 

"  A  merry  jest  I  shall  declare  "  (='  A  pretty  ')      mentioned,  315,  given,  515 

"  A  mi  Try  Milkmaid  on  a  time"         mentioned,  177,  109 

"  A  Miller  lived  near  Overton "           mentioned,  27 

A  Mock  to  "  Begone  !  that  fatal  fiery  fever"      title,  mentioned,  564 

A  penny  icell  saved  is  as  good  as  one  earned         burden,  348,  349 

"  A  pretty  jest  I  shall  declare"           mentioned,  315,  given,  515 

A  Pudding  (compare  With  a  fading)                 burden  and  tune  mentioned,  515 

"  A  Queen  beyond  seas  did  command  "                   mentioned,  148 

A  Seaman  hath  a  valiant  heart,  eta burden,  369 

"  A  Seaman  loved  a  maiden  pretly  "    mentioned,  364,  365 

"  A  thousand  times  my  love  commend  "                  and  tune,  quoted,  105,  259 

"  A  virgin  famed  for  her  virtue  and  beauty  "          mentioned,  28 

"  A  wealthy  man,  a  farmer,  who  had  of  corn  great  store"       535 

"  A  wealthy  Yeoman's  Son  "                mentioned,  639 

"  A  week  before  Easter,  the  day's  long  and  clear  "                    229,  230,  233 

"  A  weel's  me  !  "  etc.     (See  "  Ah,  woe's  me  !  ")  mentioned,  183 

"  A  youthful  Serving-man  of  late  "     mentioned,  148 

Abbot  and  King  Olfrey,  The  Old     title,  750,  753 

Abbot  of  Canterbury,  King  John  and  the            title,  746,  747 

"  About  a  thirty  years  and  five  did  Leir  rule  this  land  "  712 

Accession  of  King  George  I.,  Song  on  the           title,  quoted,  618 

Account  of  a  King  who  slighted  all  Women,  An                    sub-title,  661 

Account  of  the  many  Evils,  etc sub-title,  16 

Address  to  Charon,  The  Despairing  Lover's         title,  24,  28 

Adieu,  The  Seaman's      title,  mentioned,  368 

"  Adieu  to  grief  and  discontent "         mentioned,  445 

Adieu  to  his  Mistress,  A  noble  Seaman's  sub-title,  mentioned,  43,  438 

Admirer  of  Beauty,  The  True            sub-title,  124 

Admonition,  A  Father's  Wholesome title,  215,  217 

Admonition,  The  True  Lover's          title,  217,  219 

Adventures,  The  Faithful  Maid's      title,  mentioned,  64 

Advice,  The  Merry  Toper's               sub-title,  502 

Advice,  The  Subtle  Damosel's           title,  mentioned,  177,  199 

Advice  to  the  Beans        .. ..                 title,  quoted,  1 5 

Advice  to  the  Ladies  of  London        title,  mentioned,  15 

Advice  to  the  Maids  of  London,  The  Virgin's     title,  mentioned,  336 

Advice,  Too  Late            title,  101 

.ZEneas,  the  Wandering  Prince  of  Troy                ....                 title,  547 

Age  of  Despair,  The  (II.  D.  Traill's  Recaptured  Rhymes)     quoted,  474 

"  Agencourt,  Agencourt !  know  ye  not  Agencourt  ?  "               quoted,  743 

Agincourt    tune,  650 

Agincourt  (<  Fair  stood  the  wind  for  France')    quoted,  743 

Agreement  of  William  and  Susan,  The  Happy   sub-title,  mentioned,  28 

Ah  !  ah  !  my  love's  dead burden,  mentioned,  39 

"  Ah  !  Chloris,  awake  !  " and  tune,  123,  128,  410.  447,  795,  796 

"Ah!  Chloris,  that  I  now  could  sit    ....                 130,133,194,  199 

"  Ah  !  Chloris,  'tis  time  to  disarm  your  bright  eyes  "               133 

"Ah!  Cupid,  thou  provest  unkind  and  too  cruel  "                   120 

Ah !  how  pleasant  'tis  to  love           tune,  mentioned,  307 

"  Ah  !  Jenny,  gin  your  eyes  do  kill"        and  tunc,  156,  170,  176,  178,  180, 

181,  184,  186,  189,  190,   199,  259 

"  Ah!  my  cruel  Shepherd"                  mentioned,  130 

"  Ah  !  A'anny,"  quoth  he,  "  be  not  cruel,"  etc burden,  174 

Ah  !  ope,  Lord  Gregory,  thy  door"  (Dr.  Walcot's)                609 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Times.  803 

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Ah!  woe  is  me!  poor  harmless  maid  /  "  mentioned,  177,183,   184 

Ahasuer        title,  mentioned,  690,  778  ;  given,  699  ;  translation,  779 

Aim  not  too  high,  at  things  beyond  thy  reach     tune,  mentioned,  331 

Air  de  Chasse  tune,  691 

Alack  !  for  my  love  I  must  die         burden  and  tune,  204,  205 

Alarum  to  all  that  profess  martial  discipline,  St.  George's     sub-title,  780 

"Alas!  my  dearest  love  is  gone "        mentioned  {bis),     27 

"  Alas  !  my  love,  you  do  me  wrong"  ( =  Greensleeves)  quoted,  397,  398 

"Alas!  my  youthful  Coridon "  mentioned,   133 

Alas  !  poor  Scholar,  whither  wilt  thou  go  ?         burden  and  title,  455,  456 

Ale  that  is  so  brown,  The  burden,  342,   351 

Algiers  Slave's  Releasenient,  The     title,  410  ;  given,  447 

"  All  Christian  men  give  ear  a  while  to  me  "         703 

"  All  company-keepers  come  hear  what  I  say"      483 

"  All  hail  to  the  days,  that  merit  more  praise  "     mentioned,  481 

"  All  happy  times  when  free  from  love"  mentioned,  and  tune,  26,  27,  793 

"  All  in  the  West  of  England  fair  "    113 

"  All  jolly  blades  that  inhabit  the  Town  "  mentioned,     15 

"  All  jolly  rake-hells  that  sup  at  the  Eose  "  quoted,     15 

"  All  joy  I  bid  adieu"      mentioned,  639 

"  All  the  Flatteries  of  Fate,  and  the  glories  of  State  "  and  tune,  292,  293 

"  All  the  woes  Prodigious  Fate "         mentioned  (guessed),   145 

All  Trades    tune,  mentioned,  276 

"  All  you  brave  damsels  come,  lend  your  attention  "  mentioned,  108 

"  All  you  that  are  brave  Sailors "        mentioned,  428 

"  All  you  that  are  freemen  of  Ale- Drapers'  Hall  "  315,  486 

"  All  you  that  cry  '  O  hone  !  O  hone  ! '  "  mentioned,  623 

"  All  you  that  do  in  love  delight"       177,191,199 

"  All  you  that  ever  heard  the  name  of  Wigmore,"  etc.  767 

"  All  you  that  lay  claim  to  a  Good-fellow's  name"  quoted,  256 

"  All  you  that  list  to  look  and  see  "     387 

Alteration ,  alteration,  this  is  modem  alteration  burden,   755 

Alteration,  Time's  title,  mentioned,  276 

Amarillis  and  Colin         title,  109 

"  Amarillis  I  did  woo,  and  I  courted  Phillis  too  " 108 

"  Amarillis  tear  thy  hair  !  "  109 

"  Amarillis  told  her  swain  "  and  tune,  109,  110,  113 

"  Amarillis,  you  express  in  your  looks  such  happiness  "  mentioned,  109 

Amendment,  The  Bad  Husband's      sub-title,  340 

Amintas  on  the  new-made  hay  (cf.  'Phillis')      tune,  108,  115,  116 

"  Amongst  the  Foresters  of  old "  645 

Amoret  and  Phillis  (prop.  '  As  Amoret  with ')  title  and  tune,  100,  101,  133,  134 

Amoret's  advice  to  Phillis  title,  101 

Amorous  damsel  of  Bristol  City.  An tune,  159,  166 

"  An  amorous  damsel  of  Bristol  City  " mentioned,  428 

"  An  ancient  story  I'll  tell  you  anon  "  variation,  mentioned,  746 

"  An  old  song  made  by  an  old  ancient  pate "  756 

"  An  old  song  made  of  an  old  ancient  pate  "  (T.  Howard's  re-cast)  758 

An  Orange  burden  and  tune,  mentioned,  515 

And  all  iv  as  for  want  of  money        burden  {bis),  quoted,  342  ;  given,  499 

And  alongst  the  coast  of  Barbary      second  burden,  409 

And  I  like  my  humour  well  burden,  quoted,  336 

And  I  never  will  play  the  Had  Husband  no  more  burden,  343 

And  I  wish  in  heavtn  his  soul  may  dwell,  etc burden,  470 

And  I  ivish  that  Ms  heirs  may  never  lack  Sack,  etc.  burden,  466 

And  1' 'II  be  thy  True  Love  until  I  die  second  burden,     74 


804 


The  Roxburghe  Ballad*  Index 


And  I'll  go  to  my  Love."     (See  "  I  will  go  to  my  Love  ") 
And  keep  my  money  in  store 
And  never  be  drunk  again  (bis) 
And  never  married  be 

And  sing,  '  Go  from  the  window,  Lore,  go  ! 
And  we  run  mtd  they  ran,  etc. 
Andrew  Barton,  Life  and  Death  of  Sir 
Angel  Gabriel  (of  Bristol) 
Annie  of  Lochroyan,  Fair 

Answer,  The  Faithful  Young  Man's 

Answer,  The  Young  Farmer's 

Answer,  The  Young  Man's 

Answer  to  Cupid's  Trapan 

Answer  to  his  Unkind  Lover,  The  Seaman's 

Answer  to  '  0  what  a  plague  is  Love  ! ' 

Answer  to  Parthenia's  Complaint     

Answer  to  Love's  Lamentable  Tragedy,  The  Young  Man's 


PAGE 

36,  39,     65 
burden,  339,  340 

tune  and  burden,  276,  317 

burden  varies,  238,  246 

burden,  200,  205 

burden,  quoted,  617 

title,  mentioned,  367 

part  title  and  burden,  428,-429 

title,  quoted,  212,  011 

title,  295 

title,  mentioned,  237 

title,  564,  565 


Answer  to  the  Covetous-minded  Parents 

Answer  to  the  Injured  Maiden  (not '  Mistress,'  misprint) 

Answer  to  the  Lady's  Tragedy 

Answer  to  the  Lover's  Enquiry 

Answer  to  the  Love-sick  Maiden 

Answer  to  the  Love-siek  Serving-Man,  An 

Answer  to  the  Scotch  Haymakers     

Answer  to  the  Shepherd's"  Song,  Fair- Flora's 

Answi  r  to  the  Unfortunate  Lady  (No.  5*) 

Antidote  of  Rare  Physic,  An 

Apology.  The  Pensive  Prisoner's 

Apres  Fevrier  vient  le  Juin 
;  Are  the  Fates  so  unkind  ?  " 

A rg  vie  and  Mar  are  gone  to  war  "    

Annie  and  the  Earl  of  Mar,  Dialogue  between  

Arise  from  thy  bed,  my  turtle,  my  dove  !  " 

Armada  (Deloney's  contemporary  ballads),  The  Spanish 

Armada  (Macaulay's  ballad).  The     

Armada,  The  Spanish  (John  O'Keefe's) 

Armstrong  (the  original)  John  title,  quoted,  603  ;  tune, 

Armstrong's  Good  Night  (Thomas)  title, 

Armstrong's  Last  Good  Night,  Johnnie  title,  427,  594,  6d0, 

Arthur  of  the  Table  Pound,  the  Noble  Acts  of  King  title, 

As  Amoret  with  Fhillis  sate  "  and  tune,  101,  133, 

As  at  noon  Dulcina  rested" 

As  Chloris,  full  of  harmless  thought-  " 

As  he  lay  in  the  plain,  his  arm  under  bis  head 

As  I  came  down  the  Highland  town  " 

As  I  did  travel  in  the  night  " 

As  I  lay  on  my  lonely  bed  " 
;  As  I  mee  walk'd  in  a  May  morning  " 

As  I  of  late  was  walking""  (  =  Rare  News)  mentioned, 

As  I  sate  in  a  pleasant  shade  "         mentioned, 

;  As  I  through  Sandwich  town  passed  along  "       . ...  mentioned, 

1  As  I  walk'd  forth  to  take  the  air  "  (Desp.  M.R.)  mentioned, 

■  As  I  walk'd  forth  to  take  the  air"  (New  b.  M.)  mentioned,  177, 


title,  mentioned,  528 

title,  792 

title,  463 

title,     30 

sub -title, 

79,  81  to     83 

title,  mentioned,  639 

title,  ment.,  26,     27 

title,  mentioned,  639 

title,  mentioned,     32 

title,  mentioned,   148 

title,  mentioned,  148 

title,  mentioned,  237 

title,   106 

omitted  from  mention,     27 

title,  354,  356 

title,  mentioned,  557 
Edit.  Envoi  title,  448 

226 

620 

620 
66 
392 
371 
383 
635 
600 
604 
722 
134 
166 
133,  134,  199 

31 

quoted,  618 

622 

mentioned, 


title, 

mentioned, 

382  to 

quoted, 


As  I  walk'd  forth  to  take  the  air  "  (T.  Love  Pew.) 
As  I  walk'd  forth  to  view  the  plain  " 


tune,  115,  259, 


148 
307 
237 
296 
367 
177 
199 
260 


mentioned,  681 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Junes. 


805 


"  As  I  was  walking  forth  of  late.  I  heard  a  man  " 

"  As  I  was  walking  forth  of  late  ("  in  the  prime,"  etc.) 
"  As  I  was  walking  forth  of  late  (within  the  meadows)  " 
"  As  I  was  walking  in  the  Shade"  (Birds'  Harmony; 

"  As  I  went  forth  one  evening  tide  "   

"  As  I  went  forth  to  view  the  Spring  " 
"  As  it  befell  upon  one  time  " 

"  As  it  fell  one  holyday,  hay  downe  "  

"  As  it  fell  out  on  a  high  holyday,  as  many,"  etc 

"  As  it  fell  out  upon  a  day  " 

"  As  it  fell  upon  a  day  "  "(Richard  Barnfield's) 

"As  Jenny  Crack  and  I  " 

."  As  lately  I  travell'd  towards  Gravesend  " 

"  As  one  that  for  a  weary  space  has  lain  " 

"  As  our  King  lay  musing  upon  his  bed" 

"  As  Roger  and  Mary  were  toiling  "   

As  she  lay  sleeping  in  her  bed 

As  she  sailed  on  the  Loic-lands  low  

"  As  Thurot  in  his  cabin  lay" 

"  As  Tourville  in  his  cabin  lay  "  (incorrect  version) 

Ashford,  The  Kentish  Yeoman  and  Susan  of 
"  Assist  me,  you  Muses,  to  make  my  sad  moan  "  

Astrea  (=Aphra  Behn),  D'Urfey's  Song  to 
"  At  Dunsmore  the  fair  Isabel" 

Attempt  on  the  town  of  Cales  (  =  Cadiz) 
"  Attend  all  ye  who  list  to  hear  " 

"  Attend  you  and  give  ear  a  while  "    

"  Attend,  you  loyal  Lovers  all  " 

"  Attend,  young  lasses  all,  of  Edinburgh  town  "    

Aughrim,  The  Lass  of.     (See  '  Ocram.') 

Austinian  Bird-Catcher's  Delight,  The 

Awake,  Chloris  (see,  properly,  '  Ah  !  Chloris,  awake  !  ') 

Awake,  0  my  Chloris  (=Ah!  Chloris,  awake)    

"  Away,  you  fool !  wilt  thou  love  less  p" 

"  Away,  you  grievous  things  call'd  Mistresses  !  "  

Aye,  marry,  and  thank  you  too  ! 


PAGE 

mentioned,  237 

mentioned,  237 

237,  238 

782 

mentioned,  318 

mentioned,  170,  228 

595- 

631 

633,  634 

641 

mentioned,  136,  309 

mentioned,  183 

mentioned,  66,  368 

541 

744 

mentioned,  170 

tune,  mentioned,  148 
burden,  419 

mentioned,  446 

mentioned,  446 

title,  mentioned,  639 

mentioned,     32 

title,     43 

769 

title,  420 
quoted,  371 

429 

mentioned,     27 

mentioned,  237 

title,  mentioned,  612 

Edit,  title,  310 

time,   123 

tune,  410,  447 

mentioned,  564 

....    mentioned,  564 
burden,  indicated,  241 


BACCHUS  overcome  
Bachelor,  The  Bashful 

Bachelor's  Ballad,  The  

Bachelor's  Forecast,  The 

Bachelor's  Triumph  (lost  end-lines  recovered),  The 

Bacon  and  Beans  (not  yet  found,  except  title  and  tune), 


title  of  variation,  505 

title,  mentioned,  639 

title,  mentioned,     57 

title,  mentioned,  528 

title,  788 

279 


Bad  Company  did  me  undo,  but  Vll  do  sn  vo  more  burden, 

Bad  Husband  ( =  Unthrifty :  see  «  Husband  ')     315,  468.  477,  483, 


Bailiff's  Daughter  of  Islington,  The 

Ballads,  Sundry  Groups  of  (see  '  Group  ') 

Ballads  on  King  Lear  (and  "Warner's  poem),  Two 

Ballads  on  Lord  Thomas  and  Fair  Eleanor,  Two 

Ballads  on  Mar's  Insurrection,  Three 

Ballard  and  Babbington,  A  Proper  new  Ballad  on 

Balloo,  hallow,  ballowe,  and  baloo  or  baloio 

Ballow,  ballow  burden  ('  Peace,  wayward  bairn  '),  and  tune.  575  to  577 

Ballowe,  my  babe,  lie  still  and  sleep  "  (ter)  mentioned,  576 


sub-title,  241, 
7,  313,  301,  465, 
714, 

643,  645, 

617,  620  to 

title,  mentioned, 
574  to 


493 
493 
243 
536 
717 
647 
622 
388 
580 


Baloo,  my  boy,  lie  still  and  sleep  " 


mentioned,  576 


806 


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Balow,  my  babe,  frown  not  on  me  " 

Bnlow,  mi/  babe,  weep  not  for  me  "    

Balow,  The  New 

Bar  up  the  door  !     (See  '  Come  away  ! ') 

Barnaby  doubts  me  ! 

Barnard  and  the  Little  Musarave,  Lord 


mentioned 

and  burden,  576, 
title  and  tune,  575  to  579 

tune,  212 

burden 
title,  629 
title 


title,  mentioned 

title,  mentioned 

sub-title,  mentioned 

sub-title,  mentioned 

title  and  tune,  615 

title,  mentioned 


Barnard,  The  old  ballad  of  Little  Musgrave  and  the  Lady 
Barton,  Life  and  Death  of  Sir  Andrew 

Bashful  Bachelor,  The    

Bateman,  Young 

Battle  at  Sea,  The 

Battle  of  Killiecrankie,  The  memorable 

Battle  of  the  Baltic,  The 

:  Be  gone  !  thou  fatal  fiery  fever  "      559 

Be  your  liquor  small,  or  as  thick  as  mud  " 

Beauty,  The  Tyrannical title 

Beccles  (in  Suffolk),  Lamentation  of  title,  mentioned 

Bedlam  Schoolmen         title 

Beggar  Maid  (Tennyson's),  The       ....  title 

Behold  the  man  with  a  glass  in  his  hand  ....  tune,  mentioned, 

Behold  the  touchstone  of  true  Love  !  "  quoted 

Behold  !  what  noise  is  this  I  hear  ?  "  mentioned 

Belgic  Boar,  The  ..r..  title,  mentioned 

Bellamira,  Song  to         title 

Berkshire  Damsel,  The  Beautiful      title,  mentioned 

Betrayed  me  !  how  can  this  be  P  "    

Betty,  A  merry  song  in  Praise  of      sub-title 

Betty's  Compassionate  Love  extended,  etc.  sub-title 

Betty's  Reply  to  the  Gallant  Seaman 

Billy  and  Joany  (=  "I  often  for  my  Joany  strove  ")  title 

Billy  and  Molly.     (See  '  Willy  and  Molly  ')       '  tune,  218 

Billy's  Invitation  to  his  sweetheart  Joany    '       sub-title,  mentioned 

Biographers  Interviewed  (at  Richmond),  The       title,  mentioned,  Preface 

Bird-Catcher's  Delight,  The  tune,  136,  299  to  301 

Bird-Catcher's  Delight,  The  Austinian  Intermezzo  title 

Birds'  Harmony,  Part  Second  of  the  (  =  "Down  as")  title, 

Birds'  Harmony,  The  (='  As  I  was  '  :  Pepysian)  title,  307,  779 

Birds'  Harmony,  The  (="\Yoody  Choristers)       sub-title,  26S,  301 

Birds'  Lamentation,  The  (  ='  Oh  !  says  the  Cuckoo')  title,  300,  304,  305 

Birds'  Notes  on  May-day  last,  The  title,  quoted,  307,  309 

Black  Jack,  The  bonny   burden  and  title,  466 

Blame  not  your  Armida,  nor  call  her  your  grief  "  36 

;  Blame  not  your  Calista,  nor  call  her  your  grief  " 


Blantyre,  Lennox's  Love  to 

Bleeding  Lover's  Lamentation,  The 

Blink  over  the  burn,  sweet  Betty  !  " 

Bliss,  The  True  Lover's 

Blood,  An  Elegy  on  Colonel  (Thomas) 
Bloody  Jack  of  Shrewsbury 
Bloody  News  from  Germany 
Blush  not  redder  than  the  morning  " 
Boatswain,  The  Unchangeable 

Boatswain's  Call,  The    

Bonny  Bessie  Lee  (  =  "  Oh  !  bonny  Bessie  Lee") 
Bonny  black  Bess 
Bonny  bonny  Bird 


sub-title 

title,  mentioned 

Scotch  version,  fragment 

sub -title 

title,  786 

T»ffoldsby  Legend,  mentioned 

title,  mentioned 

and  tune,  289 

sub-title,  419  ;  given 

title,  mentioned 

quoted 

burden  and  tune,  127 

tune 


rAOF, 

576 
577 
601 
213 
463 
649 
631 
367 
639 
650 
368 
616 
431 
563 
466 
145 
388 
452 
658 
368 
428 
509 
650 
289 
27 
590 
159 
202 
416 
148 
228 
148 
xvii 
307 
310 
308 
782 
303 
307 
323 
469 
37 
41 
304 
639 
204 
113 
787 
358 
650 
290 
447 
639 
653 
346 
528 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes.  807 

PAGE 

Bonny  bonny  Broom,  The  tune,  474 

Bonny  Katharine  Ogie   title  mentioned,  and  tune,  618,  G22 

Bonny  Sweet  ltobin  (is  all  my  joy)  tune,  mentioned,     66 

Born  too  early  !  (heavy)  burden,  Prologue,  vii* 

Bottel- Maker's  Delight  The  tune,  469,  470 

Boxall  to  Margaret  Mills,  last  dying  words  of  Bobert        title,  mentioned,     43 

Brave  boys  ! burden  and  tune,  526  to  528 

Breaking  up  of  the  Camp,  An  excellent  song  of  the  title,  mentioned,  381 

Bride,  The  Seaman's  Sorrowful        title,  177,  350,  351,  444 

Bridegroom,  The  Bristol  title,  mentioned,  428 

Bride's  Burial,  The         title,  mentioned,  40,  650,  653 

Bristol  Bridegroom,  The  (='  You  loyal  lovers  all ')  title,  mentioned,  428 

Bristol  Garland  ('  A  merchant's  son  of  worthy  fame  ')  mentioned,  428 

Bristol,  The  fair  and  loyal  Maid  of  (of.  444)        title,  408,  443 

Bristol,  The  Honour  of  title,  368,  428,  429,  779 

Bristol,  The  Loyal  Maid  of  sub-title,  441,  442 

Bristol,  The  Ship -Carpenter's  love  to  the  Merchant's  daughter  of,  title,  m.,  428 

Bristol  Tragedy,  The      title,  mentioned,     27 

British  Heroes,  The        title,  quoted,  726 

Britons,  now  let  joys  increase "         quoted,  618 

Broken  Contract,  The     title,  mentioned,     27 

Broom,  broom  on  kill,  broom  and  burden,  mentioned,  586 

Broom,  The  bonny  bonny  tune,  583,  585,  586 

Broom,  The  New  title,  quoted,  586 

Burn  (the  Violer),  The  Words  of      title,  608 

Busy  Fame  (properly,  '  When  busy  Fame ')        tune,  102,  103 

But  Vll  be  loyal  to  thee,  my  Love      second  burden,     30 

But  now  I  may  with  sorrow  sadly  say.  etc.  burden,  quoted,  474 

But  when  the  bottles  rowl  and  glasses  "  second  movement,     58 

By  and  bye  burden,  varies,  449 

By  shallow  rivers,"  etc.     (See  "  Come  live  with  me  ")         mentioned,  556 

By  the  side  of  a  murmuring  stream  "  221 

CALAMITY,  The  Duchess  of  Suffolk's            title,  mentioned,  547 

Calculation,  The  Countryman's                    sub-title,  mentioned,       5 

Cales  Ballads  {i.e.  Cadiz)                   398,  401,  402,  411,  420 

Cales,  The  Earl  of  Essex  going  to     title,  mentioned,  398 

Cales,  The  Winning  of  title,  401,  402,  411 

Calino  ( =  Calen  o  custore  me)  tune,  284 

Calista,  The  Lover's  Farewell  to       sub-title,  36,     40 

Call  not  your  Clarinda  your  life  and  your  soul  " 439 

Call  to  Charon,  A  alternative  title,  23,  25,     66 

Camarades  Deux             title,  Preface,  xviii* 

Can  love  be  controul'd  by  advice?" mentioned,  221 

Can  you  dance  the  Shaking  of  the  Sheets  ?  "       mentioned,  750,  753 

Candlemas  (probably  title  of  ballad) mentioned,  389 

Canterbury,  King  John  and  the  Abbot  of  title,  746 

Canterbury  Tales  (Chaucer's,  from  Ellesmere  MS.)  quoted,  522 

Captain  Jennings  his  song                 title,  mentioned,  408 

Captain  Ward,  his  Fight  with  the  Rainbow  title  and  tune,  422,  426,  427,  784 
Captain  Ward,  The  Seaman's  Song  of  title,  422,  425,  779  ;  given,  784 

Captive,  The  Reprieved title,  mentioned,  152 

Caridora.     (See  Charidora.)              .....                 583,  585,  586,  774,  775 

Carouse  to  the  Emperor,  A                title,  mentioned,  284 

Carrack,  Seaman's  Carol  for  taking  of  the  great title,  mentioned,  398 


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Cast  from  thy  heart  all  care,  etc burden,  773 

Cast  >io  care  to  thy  heart  (etc.),  Dainty  come  thoti  to  me  !      burden',  2S0 

Catalogue  of  Contented  Cuckolds,  A title,  mentioned,     32 

Catch,  A  (Amarillis  and  Colin)  title,   109 

Catch  by  Tom  D'Urfey,  A  ....  title',     55 

Catholic  Ballad,  The  (="  Since  Popery  of  late  ")  title,  mentioned,  506 

Cavalier,  The  Discontented  title,  mentioned,  328 

Cavallily  Man,  The        tune        2 

Caveat  for  all  Spendthrifts,  A  _    ".""    part  title'  343 

Caveat,  The  Conscionable  tune,  542,  543 

"  Cease  rude  Boreas,  blust'ring  railer  "  (Roxb.  Coll.  III.  401.)  quoted,  365 

Celia  and  Phaon  title,  mentioned,     32 

Ceha  Optained,  Fair      sub-title,  155 

"  Ceha,  that  I  once  was  blest  "  mentioned,  127  ;  given,  152 

Celia's  Complaint  for  the  Loss  of  her  Virginity  sub-title,  47,     52 

Celiacs  Eyes,  Song  on    title,  152 

Celia's  Joy  sub-title,  mentioned,  156 

Celia's  sweet  Reply  to  her  Faithful  Friend         title,  66,     68 

Centurion  of  London,  Wonderful  Victory  achieved  by  the  title,  mentioned',  398 

Chambermaid,  The  Loving  title,  mentioned,  218 

Champion,  Queen  Elizabeth's  title,  405 

Champions  of  Christendom  (Rich.  Johnson's),  Seven  title,  quoted,'  724 

Character  of  Sundry  Callings,  A       sub-title,  532 

Charge  of  the  Light  Brigade  (Tennyson's)  mentioned,  743 

Chandora,  Diaphantus  and              various  titles,  198,  583,  585,  586,  774,  775 
Chandora's  Reply  to  the  forlorn  Lover  Diaphantas  title,  586 

"  Charon,  make  haste,  and  ferry  me  over  "  and  tune,  24  to  26.  28,'  793 

Charon,  The  Despairing  Lover's  Address  to        title,     24 

"  Chaunt,  birds,  in  every  bush  !  "        .'.309 

"  Cheer  up,  my  mates,  the  wind  does  fairly  blow  "  quoted    399 

Cheese-monger,  The  Jolly  title,  mentioned^  237 

Cheshire  Cheese,  The     alternative  title,  657 

Cheviot,  The  Hunting  of  the  title,  quoted,  739 

Chevy  Chace  (or  Chase),  modern  ballad  of,  and  tune,  643,  645,  738  to  743, 

"  Chloe,  your  pride  abate  (  =  '  your  scorn  abate  ') and  tune,  58,'     59 

"  Chloe,  your  unrelenting  scorn  "  (inadvertently  repeated)       26,     60 

Chloris  awake.     (See,  properly,  "  Ah  !  Chloris,  awake  !  ") tune,  130 

Chloris,  The  Lamentation  of  title   130    131 

Choice,  The  Fair  Maid's  title,  mentioned,' 367,'  414 

Choice,  The  Knight's  Happy  sub-title,  96,     97 

Choristers,  The  Woody title,  136,  268,  299,  307  ;  given,  301 

Christ  is  my  love,  He  loves  me         tune,  mentioned,  688 

Chronicle,  The  Wandering  Jew's     title,  690    695 

City  of  Dreadful  Night  (James  Thomson's),  The  mentioned'     88 

Clans'  Lamentation  against  Mar,  and  their  own  folly,  The  .....     title,  618,  622 

"  Clavers  and  his  Highland  men  "       q\q 

Clerk's  Two  Sons  of  Owsenford,  The  title',  mentioned,  600 

Cleveland,  Constance  of title,  571,  572,  635,  653 

Clormda,  The  kind  Return  of  his     sub-title,  mentioned,     26 

Cloris.     (See  '  Chloris,'  passim)       130    133    etc. 

Clothworker  caught  in  a  Trap,  The title,  mentioned',     66 

Colilcr,  Death  and  the  (  =  "  A  Cobler  there  was")  tune,  746 

Cobler,  The  Jovial         title  and  tune,  mentioned,  368,  431,  796,  797 

Cobler,  The  Queen  and  the  sub-title,  mentioned,  148 

Cock,  The  Gri  \  occasional  title,  quoted,  304 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes. 


809 


Coffee,  A  Satire  on         (vol.  v.  p 

Colin  and  Amarillis  [alias  Aniarillis  and  Colin)  

Culin's  Complaint 

"  Come  all  loyal  Lovers,  so  courteous  and  free  "    

"  Come,  all  my  kind  neighbours,  and  listen  a  while  " 

"  Come,  all  you  bachelors  so  brave  "  

"  Come  all  you  jolly  Ploughmen  " 

' '  Come  all  you  maidens  fair ' ' 

"  Come,  all  you  old  Bakers,  attend  and  give  ear  " 

"  Come  all  you  very  merry  London  girls  " 

"  Come  and  help  me  to  complain  !  "    

Come  away,  pretty  Betty,  and  open  the  door  ! 
Come  away  to  my  chamber,  and  bar  up  the  door  ! 
Come,  for  they  call  you,  Shepherd  quoted 

Come  gallants,  and  listen  unto  me  a  while  " 
Come  hear  a  song,  and  a  very  fine  song  " 
Come,  hearken  to  me,  whilst  the  truth  I  do  write  " 


PAGE 

184)  title,  mentioned,       6 

tune,  115 

title,  mentioned,  221 

66,  70,  115 

6 

mentioned,  356 

mentioned,  5v0 

mentioned,  428  ;  given,  441 

mentioned,     32 

mentioned,  318 

284 

burden,  212,  213 

burden  and  tune,  212 

,  450  ;  mentioned,  455 

mentioned,  292 

mentioned,  300 

mentioned,       5 

480 

217 


Come  hither,  good  fellows,  and  hear  what  I  say 

Come  hither,  my  dutiful  Sou  " 

Come  hither,  my  own  sweet  Duck  "  and  tune,  quoted,  489,  491,  493 

Come  hither,  sweet  Husband "  ...,.  mentioned,     66 

Come  hither,  sweet  Nancy,  and  sit  down  by  me  "  mentioned,  64,     66 

Come  let  us  sing,  '  Vive  le  Roy  !    Vive  le  Hoy  !  '  burden,   730 

Come,  listen  all  unto  my  Song  "       mentioned,  236 

Come,  listen  all  you  that  to  mirth  are  inclined  "  mentioned, 

Come,  listen  to  me,  my  true  Love  " mentioned,  115,  116, 


359, 


Come  listen,  young  Gallants  of  Shrewsbury's  fair  town  "     . 

Come,  little  Babe;  come,  silly  soul !  " 

Come,  live  with  me,  and  be  my  love  " 

Come,  mournful  Muse,  assist  my  quill  " 

Come,  my  hearts  of  gold,  let  us  be  merry  and  wise  !  " 

Come  on,  thou  fatal  messenger  from  her  that's  gone  " 

Come,  open  the  door,  sweet  Betty  ! ' ' 

Come,  pity  a  damsel  distressed  "  (omitted  to  be  ment.  as  2*) 

Come,  sound  up  your  trumpets,  and  beat  up  your  drums  "     . 

Come,  turn  thy  rosy  face  " 

Come,  turn  to  me,  thou  pretty  little  one  " 

Come,  you  lusty  lovers  " 

Come,  young  men  and  listen  to  what  I'll  you  show  " 

Comfort  and  Joy  burden  and  tune,  795, 

Commendation  of  Sir  Martin  Frobisher  (John  Kirkham's)    title, 

Commendation  to  all  Soldiers,  St.  George's         title, 

Company  of  Horsemen,  etc.,  Ballad  showing  the 

Compass,  The  Seaman's  (  =  "  As  lately  I  travell'd  ")  title,  mentioned,  64,  368 

Complaint  against  a  Young  Man's  Unkindness,  The  Kind  Virgin's      title,  253 

Complaint,  Colin's  title,  mentioned,  221 

Complainte  du  Juif  Errant  (bis)        title,  690,  692  ;  given,  691 

Complaint  for  his  Unkind  Mistress  at  Wapping,  The  Seaman's     title,  m.,     27 

Complaint  for  the  death  of  her  Willy,  Peggy's   '    title,  mentioned,  382 

Complaint  for  the  loss  of  her  Virginity,  Celia's  sub-title,  47,     52 

Complaint  of  Fair  Isabel  for  the  loss  of  her  Honour,  The  title,  771 

Complaint  of  Rosamond  (Samuel  Daniel's),  The title,   668 

Complaint  of  the  unkindness  of  Strephon,  The  Nymph's   title,  mentioned,   127 

Complaint,  Parthenia's.     (See  also  '  Answer.')   title,  30,  46,     47 

Complaint,  The  Country  Lover's       sub-title,  461 

Complaint,  The  Despairing  Lover's title,  mentioned,     27 


5 
263 
414 

580 

mentioned,  556 

558 

mentioned,'  318 

565 

202 

170,  251 

405 

153 

273,  276,  277 
mentioned,  237 

332 

796 

399 

780 

title,  mentioned,  38^ 


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Complaint,  The  Dying  Lover's         title,  mentioned,  127,  190 

Complaint,  The  Good-Fellow's        sub-title,  315,  486 

Complaint,  The  Old  Man's                title,  mentioned,  27G 

Complaint,  The  Shepherd's               title,  mentioned,  170 

Complaint,  The  West-Country  Damosel's            title,  635 

Concubine,  The  Unfortunate             title,  672,  676 

Confession,  Queen  Eleanor's              title,  672,  678,  680 

Congratulation,  The  Valiant  Seainan's                title,  quoted,  431 

Conquest,  Love's  (  =  "  Young  Phaon  strove ")    title,  100 

Conquest,  Love's  Glorious  (  =  "  Adieu  to  grief")                      title,  quoted,  445 

Conquest  of  France,  King  Henry  the  Fifth's      title,  743,  744 

Conquest  over  the  French,  Adm.  Killigrew's  glorious         sub-title,  ment.,  368 

Conscience  and  Fair- Dealing             title,  mentioned,  75 

Consciouable  Caveat,  The                  tune,  542,  543 

Conscionable  Couple,  A title,  mentioned,  542 

Consideration,  The  Good- Fellow's    title,  mentioned,  338 

Conspirators,  Joy  made  in  London  at  the  taking  of  the      title,  mentioned,  389 

Constable,  Master            burden  and  sub-title,  315,  468,  509,  515 

Constance  of  Cleveland  title,  571,  572,  635,  653 

Constancy  Lamented       ....                 title,  mentioned,  27 

Constancy,  Love  and       title,  65,  70 

Constancy,  Loyal            title,  mentioned,  177,  199 

Constancy,  Nelly's          title,  mentioned,  27,  283,  791 

Constancy,  The  True  Pattern  of       title,  43,  44 

Constant  Lovers,  The  (="  I  often  for  ")             title,  mentioned,  148 

Constant  Lovers,  The  Two  title,  mentioned,  115,  263 

Constant  Maid's  Resolution,  The      title,  mentioned,  161 

Constant  Penelope          sub-title,  552,  553 

Continuation  of  the  "Wandering  Jew's  Chronicle title,  698 

Contract,  The  Broken    title,  mentioned,  27 

Cook  Maid's  Tragedy,  The                mentioned,  33 

Cook,  The  Master  (his  Lamentation)                    652,  683 

Cope,  Ballad-squib  against  Sir  John                    mentioned,  625 

Cophetua,  King.     (See  '  Cupid's  Revenge,'  and  '  Song  of  a  Beggar ')  659,  661 

Coranto,  The  Jew's         tune,  489,  490 

Cordelia's  Lamentation  for  the  absence  of  her  Gerhard          sub-title,  563 

Coridon  and  Parthenia   title,  quoted,  102 

Coridou  and  Phillis        title,  133,  134 

Corn-hoarders,  A  Warning  to  all      title,  mentioned,  534 

"  Could  man  his  wish  obtain  "             and  tune,  61,  62 

Counsel,  A  Groat's- worth  of  Good    title,  468,  479,  480 

Counsel,  A  Pennyworth  of  Good       title,  mentioned,  482 

Counsel  to  her  Daughter,  A  Mother's                  sub-title,  349 

Counted  no  man               burden,  varies,  346 

Country  Dance,  A  new  tune,  489,  492 

Country  Farmer,  The     tune,  531,  532 

Country  Lover's  Complaint,  The      sub-title,  461 

Country  Lovers,  Faithful  Wooings  of  Two  (  =  '  As  I  was  ')         title,  237,  250 

Country  Maid,  The  Constant            title,  272 

Country  Man's  Calculation,  The       sub-title,  mentioned,  5 

"  Country-men  of  England,  who  live  at  home  with  ease"            431  ;  given,  797 

Country  People's  Felicity,  The         title,  mentioned,  237 

Couple,  A  Conscionable title,  mentioned,  542 

Couple,  The  Crost          tune  and  title,  495,  496 

Couple,  The  Unequal-match'd          sub-title,  mentioned,  276 

Courage,  Royal              :....                title,  mentioned,  226 


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Couragious  Cornel,  The title,  mentioned,  639 

Couragious  Soldiers  of  the  North,  The  title,  mentioned,  606 

Court  Lady,  The  (undiscovered)  tune,  676 

Court  of  Equity,  Cupid's  title,  mentioned,     91 

Courtier  of  the  King's,  A  New  title,  757  to  759 

Courtier,  The  Modish     sub-title,     56 

Courtier,  The  Old  and  Young  title,  754  to  759 

Courtier,  The  Queen's  Old  tune,  757,  758 

Courtship,  Crafty  Jockey's  sub-title,  mentioned,  236 

Courtship  of  the  King  of  France's  Daughter       part  title,  mentioned,  571 

Covetous-minded  Parents,  Answer  to  the  title,  mentioned,  639 

Coy  Celia's  Cruelty         title,  mentioned,  127  ;  given,   152 

Coy  Shepherd  and  Kind  Shepherdess,  The  sub-title,   128 

Crafty  Jockey's  Courtship  sub-title,  mentioned,  236 

Crafty  Miss,  The  title,  mentioned,  170 

Crimson  Velvet  tune,  571,  572 

Crost  Couple,  The  tune  and  title,  495,  496 

Cruel  Black,  Blackamoor,  The  ... .  title,  mentioned,  650 

Cruel  Landlord,  The      ....  title,  mentioned,     33 

Cruelty,  Another  Song  on  Chloe's  (repeated  by  misadventure)       title,  26,     60 

Cruelty,  Coy  Celia's       title,  127 ;  given,  152 

Cruelty,  Cupid's  sub-title,  mentioned,  122 

Cruelty,  Gallius's  treacherous  sub-title,     21 

Cruelty,  The  False  Man's  title,  mentioned,  177,  199 

Cruelty,  The  Forsaken  Damsel's  Lamentation  for        sub-title,  mentioned,     43 

Cruelty,  The  Noble  Lord's  title,  682,  683 

Cruelty,  The  Parents'     sub-title,  mentioned,     28 

Cruelty,  The  Step- Mother's  ....'.     sub-title,  651 

Crumbs  of  Comfort  for  the  Youngest  Sister         title,  248 

Cryptogram,  Epigram  on  the  so-called  Great  (Mare's-nest)  576,  720 

Cuckolds,  A  Catalogue  of  Contented title,  mentioned,     32 

Cuckoo  then  on  every  tree  mocks  married  men,"  etc.  indicated,  307 

Cuckoo's  Song,  The        title,  307 

Culloden  Moor,  The  Duke  of  Cumberland's  Victory  at  title,  623,  624,  626 

Cumberland,  The  Exploit  of  the  Earl  of  title,  mentioned,  382 

Cumberland,  Two  Songs  in  laudation  of  "William,  Duke  of  624,  626 

Cunning  Youug  Man  Fitted,  The     sub-title,  mentioned,  318 

Cupid,  go  and  hang  thy  self !  "         119 

Cupid  once  when  weary  grown  "       289 

Cupid  Unblest  sub-title,  mentioned,  528 

Cupid's  Courtesy  ( = '  Thro'  the  cool  shady  woods  ')  tune,  252,  253,  255 

Cupid's  Courtesy  in  the  Wooing  of  Sabina  ('  As  on  a  day  ')     title,  ment.,  252 

Cupid's  Cruelty  sub-title,  mentioned,  122 

Cupid's  Revenge  ( =  "  A  King  once  reign'd  ")  title,  148,  254,  658,  661 

Cupid's  Revenge  (=  "  Now,  now,  you  blind  boy  ")  title,  mentioned,  254 

Cupid's  Vision  sub-title,  mentioned,  148 

Cupid's  Trappan  tune,  525,  526,  528,  529 

Cupid's  Trappan,  Answer  to  title,  mentioned,  528 

Cure,  Love's  only  title  of  song,     26 

Curragh  of  Kildare,  The  alternative  title  and  burden,  240 

Curtai  Friar,  Robin  Hood  and  the  title,  mentioned,  570 


DAINTY,  come  thou  to  me  !         burden,  title,  and  tune,  280,  681,  682,  773 
Dainty  Damsel's  Dream,  The  title,  mentioned,  148 

Dal  clera  vara,  del  dara,  etc.  burden,  513 


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Damask  Rose,  The 

Dame  Flora  in  her  rich  array" 

Dames  d'Honneur,  Les 

Damon  and  Strephoh,  The  Loves  of. 
] 'anion  comforted  in  Distress 
Damon  in  the  Shades  was  walking  ".. 
Damon's  Triumph 
Damosel's  Tragedy,  The 
Damsel,  The  Beautiful  Berkshire 

Damsel,  The  Forlorn     

Dancing  on  Primrose  Hill,  The 

Daniel  Cooper 

Dansekar  the  Dutchman,  The  Seaman's  Song  of. 

Daughter,  The  Northamptonshire  Knight's 

Day  was  spent,  and  night  approached  " 

D(  ;ii',  comfort  I  must  " 


Dear  Lord,  what  sad  and  sorrowful  times  " 

Dear  Love,  regard  my  grief  " 

Dearest,  cast  care  away,  etc. 

Death  and  the  Cobler  {—Berry  Bowii='  A 

Death  and  the  Lady 


P  \.;r, 

tune,  763 

113 

time,  778 

title,  1.32,   153 

sub-title,  89,  152 

89 

title,  mentioned,  156 

title,  mentioned,     28 

title,  mentioned, 

title  (omitted  entry  as  2*),    170, 

title,  mentioned, 

tune, 

title, 

title,  mentioned, 

(Second  Part), 

mentioned,  448 ;  given, 

mentioned, 


second  burden. 
Cobler  there  was  ')  tune, 

(woodcut  in  common), 


Dedication  of  the  Group  of  Legendary  and  Bomantic  Ballads 


Death's  Dance 

Deeds  of  Chivalry  achieved  by  Guy  of  Warwick 
Deeds  of  McCabe  an  Irishman,  The  Valiant 
Deep  in  love.     (See  '  I  am  so  deep  in  love.') 
Defeat,  The  Whittington 

Delia,  Samuel  Daniel's  Sonnets  to   

Delight,  The  Bird-Catcher's 

Delight,  The  Maiden's   

Delisht,  The  Shepherd's 
Delights  of  the  Bottle,  The 

Delights  of  the  Spring,  The  various 

Depuis  dix-huit  cent  aus,  helas  !  "   

Berry  doun,  down,  down  derry  down 
Description  of  Pleasure,  A  brief 

Despairing  beside  a  clear  stream  "    

Despairing  Maid  Bevived,  The 

Devonshire  Nymph,  The 

Dialogue,  A  pleasant  (="  Now  would  I  give  ") 

Dialogue,  A  dainty  new  (  —  Maiden's  Delight) 

Diaphantas'  words,  etc.,  upon  a  Disaster  ^see  '  Charidora') 

Dido  and  iEneas,  The  Sonnet  of 

Dido,  Queen 

Dido  was  a  Carthage  Queen  " 

Difficulty,  The  Irish  (Beserved  Forces) 

Digby=  Captain  Digby's  Farewell:  Mr.  Dicby's. 

Digby's  Farewell  tune,  36,  40,  65,  70,  114 

Digby's  Farewell  (='  Farewell,  my  Armida  ')    

Digby's  Farewell  (  =  "  I'll  go  to  my  Love,"  in  vol. 
Digby's  Farewell  (  =  'Oh!  pity,  Arminda') 
Disconsolate  Lover,  The 
Discontented  Lover  overcome  with  grief.  The 
Discontented  Young  Man  and  the  Loving  Maid,  The 
Discourse  between  two  Lovers,  Serious 


538, 


27 

251 

254 

6 

423 

27 
167 
795 

64 
682 
282 
746 

80 
539 


tune,  mentioned,  557 

title,  734 

title,  mentioned,  382 

tune,  252,  253 

sub-title,  74  3,  777 

mentioned.   G68 

tune,  136,  299  to  301,  307 

title,  quoted,  368 

title,  mentioned,     66 

tune,  782 

sub-title,  mentioned,  307 

mentioned,  692 

burden  and  tune,  746,  747 
sub-title,  mentioned,  237 

mentioned,  221 

title,  mentioned,  199,  259 

title,  92,  96,  97 

title,  mentioned,  136 

sub-title,  ouoted,   368 

title,   ' 

title, 

tune,  547,  548, 


title,  ment.,  Preface, 
(See  Digby's)  30,  39, 


585 
552 
553 
552 
xvii 
6) 


iv.  p 


115, 331,  346,  480  to  482 

36,  39,  40,  65 

,  393)          36,  39,  65 

38,  65,  70 

title,  mentioned,  43 

altera,  sub-title,  25 

title,  mentioned,  4  3 


title,  mentioned,  251 
Distress  which  the  Spanish  Navy  su.-tained,  The  late  wonderful    title,  m.,  382 


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Distressed  Virgin,  The   title,  mentioned,  1 05 

Distracted  Young  Man,  The  (="  I  loved  one  ")„...     title,  mentioned,  115,  296 

Ditty  of  Encouragement  to  Englishmen               title,  mentioned,  381 

Ditty  of  the  Death  of  Fair  Rosamond,  A  mournful                title,  668 

Don  ,  Ign.     (See  Cryptogram.)        576,  720 

Don  Juan  (Byron's)       quoted,  87,  629 

Donkin  Dargason      tune,  mentioned,  180 

Doting  Old  Dad,  The     title,  mentioned,  151 

Doubting  Virgin,  The    tune  and  title,  152,  155  to  157 

"  Down  as  I  lay,  one  morning  in  May"                 (Part  second)  308 

"  Down  by  the  side  of  a  fair  crystal  fountain  "      28,  29 

"  Down  in  a  meadow,  the  river  running  clear  "      and  tune,  mentioned,  237,  323 

Downfall,  Love's            title,  114 

Downfall  of  the  Brown  Girl,  The     sub-title,  647 

Downfall,  Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime's title,  598 

Dragon  of  Wantley,  Moor  of  Moor  Hall,  and  the                title,  mentioned,  725 

Dragon,  St.  George  and  the                title  of  two  ballads,  725  ;  one  given,  727 

Drake,  A  Song  on  Sir  Francis           title,  376,  377 

Drake,  The  Fame  of  Sir  Francis       title,  376 

Drake's  Ship,  Cowley's  Ode  written  in  a  Chair  made  out  of    title,  quoted,  399 

"  Draw  near,  young  maidens,  every  one  "               265 

Dream  of  Fair  Women  (Tennyson's)  ;  and  of  Unfair               quoted,  643,  678 

Dream  of  Judas's  Mother  Fulfilled  (in  vol.  vii.) title,  mentioned,  688,  796 

Dream  on  his  Wedding  Night,  Sweet  William's ....                 sub -title,  641 

Dream,  The  Dainty  Damsel's  ('As  I  lay  on  my  lonely')  title,  mentioned,  148 

Dream,  The  Damsel's  ('  I  once  lay  sleeping  ')     title,  mentioned,  14S 

Dream,  Thurot's             title,  mentioned,  446 

Drinker,  The  Reformed title,  276,  317 

Drinking  and  Bad  Company              ....                  burden,  475 

Drinking,  Five  Reasons  for               title,  318 

Drive  the  cold  Winter  aicay               burden  and  tune,  mentioned,  256 

Drummer,  The  Famous  Woman  (cf.  Kentish  Garland,  p.  628)          ment.,  318 

Dub  a  dub    tune,  401,  402,  403 

Duchess  of  Suffolk's  Calamity,  The title,  mentioned,  547 

Duke  of  Monmouth's  Jig                   title,  mentioned,  565 

Duke  William's  Triumph  over  the  Rebels,  etc title,  626 

Dulcina,  The  Shepherd's  Wooing  of  Fair           title  and  tune,  163  to  166,  482 

Dumhlane,  The  Bob  {anglice,  Fight)  of               mentioned,  617,  619 

Dunsmore,  Kate  of         title,  quoted,  765,  772 

Dunsmore,  Lamentation  of  the  Maid  of               ....                  title,  767  to  772 

Dutch  Fleet,  The  Royal  Victory  over  the            title,  435 

Dying  Lover's  Complaint,  The         title,  mentioned,  127 

EARL  of  Essex,  The  tune,  623,  624 
Earl  of  Essex's  Fight  at  Sea    405 

Earthly  Paradise  (William  Morris's)  quoted,  687 

Eck  iddle  dee,  and  the  Low-lands  low  burden,  419 

Edward  IV.  and  Jane  Shore,  King   title,  quoted,  725,  726 

Edward  IV.  and  the  Tanner  of  Tamworth           title,  mentioned,  570 

"  E'er  since  I  saw  Clorinda's  eyes"     mentioned,     26 

Eglamour,  Sir  tune,  495 

Eleanor,  Lord  Thomas  and  Fair  (Two  ballads  on)  643,  645,  647 

Eleanor's  Confession,  Queen              title,  672,  678,  680 

Eleanor's  Tragedy,  Fair sub-title,  645 

Elegy  in  a  country  Churchyard  (Gray's)              title,  stanza  quoted,  521 


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Elegy  on  Colonel  Thomas  Blood 

Elegy  on  Madame  Blaise  (='  Good  people  all') 

Elegy  on  the  Earl  of  Essex 

Elegy  sacred  to  the  Memory  of  Sir  E.  B.  Godfrey 

Elizabeth  (her  Entrance  into  London),  Queen    

Elizabeth,  Queen  of  England  ! 
Elizabeth's  Champion,  Queen 

Encounter,  The  Night    

Encouragement  to  Englishmen,  A  Ditty  of 
Encouragement  to  English  Soldiers,  A  Ballad  of 
England's  Glory 

England's  joy  and  delight,  A  new  ballad  of 
England's  joy  in  the  merry  month  of  May 
England's  Resolution  to  beat  back  the  Spaniards 

English  Seaman's  Resolution,  The   

Englishman  and  a  Spaniard,  A  Dialogue  between  an 
Enquiry,  The  Young  Man's 
Entertainment  of  the  Frenchmen 
Entrance  of  Queen  Elizabeth,  The  Royal 
Epilogue 


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title,  7S6,  787 

quoted,  342 

title,  quoted,  400 

title,  mentioned,  542 

title,  mentioned,  382 

burden  varies,  393 

title,  405 

title,  mentioned,  557 

title,  mentioned,  381 

title,  mentioned,  381 

title,  625,  626 

title,  mentioned,  382 
title,  mentioned,  307 
title,  mentioned,  398 
title,  mentioned,  276 
title,  657 
title,  mentioned,  31 
title,  mentioned,  397 
title,  mentioned,  382 
title,  Editorial,  760 


Epistle  from  Fair  Rosamond  to  Henry  II.  and  his  Answer       title,  ment.,  668 


Epistles  (Michael  Drayton's)  Heroical 

P-squire's  Tragedy,  The 

Essex,  A  Passion  of  my  Lord  of 

Essex  Ballad,  The  ("In  Essex  long  renown'd") 

Essex,  Elegy  on  the  Earl  of 

Essex  going  to  Cales  (Cadiz),  The  Earl  of 

Essex,  The  Earl  of 

Essex,  The  noble  departing  of  the  Earl  of 

Essex,  Verses  made  in  his  trouble  by  the  Earl  of 

Essex.  Verses  upon  the  Death  of  the  Lord  of 

Essex's  Lamentation 

Essex's  Last  Good  Night 

Essex's  Last  Voyage  to  the  Haven  of  Happiness 

Est-il  rien  sur  la  terre  " 

Eve  of  St.  John,  The  ('The  Baron  of  Smay'holm  ') 
Every  man  to  his  mind,  Shrewsbury  for  me  ! 
Example  of  a  Virtuous  "Wife,  A  Worthy 
Execration,  The 


title,  mentioned,  668 
title,  mentioned,  27 
title,  quoted,  404 
title,  mentioned,  515 
title,  quoted,  400 
title,  mentioned,  398 

tune,  623,  624 

title,  mentioned,  398 

title,  404 

title,  mentioned,  376 

tune,  mentioned,  623 

tune,  623,  624 

title,  quoted,  407 

690,  691 

title,  mentioned,  587 

burden,  359 

title,  mentioned,  541,  796 

88 


FAERIE  QUEENE  (Spenser's)     
"  Fair  Angel  of  England,  thy  beauty  most  bright" 
Fair  Annie  of  Lochroyan 
Fair  Isabel  of  beauty  bright  " 

Fair  Isabel  of  Rock  Royal,  she  dreamed  where  she  lay  ' 
Fair  Lady  of  the  West,' The 
Fair  Lucina  conquered  by  prevailing  Cupid 
Fair  Maid  of  Dunsmore's  Lamentation,  The 

Fair  Maid  of  London,  Princely  "Wooing  of  the  

Fair  Maid,  you  say  you  loved  me  well 
Fair  Maid's  Choice,  The 


quoted,  711 

mentioned,  65  to     67 

title,  quoted,  611 

410;  given,  793 

mentioned, 
title, 

title,  177, 

title,  767  to 

title,  mentioned, 

(omitted  mention,  27),  283,  791, 

title,  mentioned,  367, 


Fair  Margaret  and  Sweet  William   title  and  tune,  640, 

Fair  Nelly  and  her  dearest  dear 

Fair  one  "let  me  in,  The      burden  and  tune,  177,  188,  189,  191,  195,  199, 

259,  350  to 
"  Fair  set  the  wind  for  France  "  (Drayton)  quoted, 


612 
161 
189 
772 
65 
792 
414 
641 
789 


352 
743 


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Fairest  of  fair  ones,  if  thou  should' st  prove  cruel  " 

Fairing  for  Maids,  A 

Faithful  Damon 

Faithful  Friend,  The     .... 

Faithful  Inflamed  Lover,  The 

Faithful  Lover's  Last  Farewell,  The 

Faithful  Mariner,  The  

Faithful  Lovers  of  the  West,  The     

Faithful  Lovers,  The  Two 

Faithful  Lovers  well  met,  The 

Fall  of  Folly,  The 

Fall,  The  Lady's  title  and  tune,  650,  651 

False-hearted  Knight,  The 


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mentioned,  119 

title,  mentioned,  108 

title,  152,  155 

time,  mentioned,  542 

title,  123,  124,  151 

sub-title,  635 

title,  26 ;  given,  793 

title,  quoted,  18,  257 

title,  159,  247 

sub-title,  284 

sub-title,  284 

653,  761,  763  ;  given,  764 

sub -title,  mentioned,  292 


False-hearted  Young  Man,  The       title  and  tune,  mentioned,  26  to  28,  793 

False  Young  Man  and  the  Constant  Maid  sub-title,  mentioned,   105 

Fame  of  Sir  Francis  Drake,  The      title, 

Fancy  in  the  Bud  sub-title, 

Fancy's  Favourite  title,  mentioned, 

Fancy's  Freedom  title,  112,  113, 

Fancy's  Phoenix  tune,  354, 

Farewell,  dear  Armeda,"  etc.     (See  '  Farewell,  fair  Armida') 

Farewell,  dear  Revechia,  my  joy  and  mv  grief  !  "  36, 

Farewell,  Digby's  ('  Bigby  ')      title  and  tune  30  to  38,  65,  70,  115,  331, 

480  to 
Farewell,  fair  Armida  "  (or  '  my  Almeda,'  '  my  Armiuda')  36,  37,  42  to  44, 


mentioned, 

mentioned, 

title  and  tune,  105, 


Farewell,  false-hearted  Love!  " 
Farewell,  farewell,  my  heart's  delight !  " 
Farewell,  Flora's.     (See  '  Flora's  Farewell ') 

Farewell,  my  Calista,  my  joy  and  my  grief  !  "    and  tune,  36,  40,  65, 

Farewell,  my  Clarinda,  my  life  and  my  soul "     

Farewell,  my  dear  Johnny,  whom  I  loved  so  "    mentioned, 

Farewell,  my  dear  Peggy,  whom  I  loved  so  "      mentioned, 

Farewell,  my  dear  Puggy,  my  pullet,  my  low  bell  !  "  mentioned, 

Farewell,  my  dearest  Love  !  "  mentioned  (reserved  for  vol.  vii.), 

Farewell,  my  Lord  Sandwich's 

Farewell,  Tarleton's 

Farewell,  The  Faithful  Lover's  Last 

Farewell,  The  Seaman's  doleful 

Farewell,  the  world  and  mortal  cares  ! ' ' 

Farewell,  thou  Flower  of  false  deceit!  " 

Farewell  to  Calista,  The  Lover's 

Farewell  to  Folly,  A      sub-title 

Farewell  to  his  fickle  Mistress,  The  Forsaken  Lover's 

Farewell,  ungrateful  Traitor  !  " 

Fare-you-well,  Gilnock-hall ! 

Farmer's  Answer,  The  Young 

Farmer,  The  Northern  (Tennyson's) 

Farmer's  Ruin,  The  Rich 

Farmer's  Son,  The  Fortunate 

Farmer's  Song,  The 

Father's  Wholesome  Admonition,  A 

Faust  (Goethe's) 

Faustus  (Christopher  Marlowe's) 


376 

110 

356 

263 

356 

36 

38 

346 

482 

65 

43 

199 

etc. 

138 

438 

43 

43 

42 

119 

tune,     38 

title,  mentioned,  382 

sub-title,  635 

title,  mentioned,  119 

136 

44 

40 

774 

583 

21 

606 


43, 

sub-title,  36, 

mentioned,  570, 

title,  mentioned, 

20, 

_ tune,  604. 

title,  mentioned,  237 
title,  quoted,  679 

title,  534  to  536 

sub-title,  161 

title,  mentioned,  520 

_ title,  215,  217 

title,  mentioned,  701 
title,  mentioned,  701,  705 


Faustus,  Doctor  of  Divinity,  The  Judgement  showed  upon       title,  701  to  706 
Favourite.  Fancy's  _      _  title,  mentioned,  356 


Feast  at  Brougham  Castle,  The 


title,  quoted,  427 


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Felicity.  The  Country  People's         title,  mentioned,  237 

Festus  (Philip  James  Bailey's,  1839)  title,  mentioned,  701 

"  Fie,  Shepherd,  fie  !  thou  art  to  blame  "  10G 

Fight  at  Malaga,  The  Famous.     (See  '  Five  Sail.')  title,  411,  412 

Fight  at  Sea  in  the  Straights  (of  Gibraltar)  Report  of  a       mentioned,  411 

Fight  at  Sea,  The  Earl  of  Essex's    part  title,  405 

Fight  upon  the  Seas  between  the  George  and  the  Bonaventura         ment.,  408 
Figure  of  Two,  The        burden  and  title,  324 

"  Five  Sail  of  Frigates,  bound  for  Malago  "  and  tunc,  376,  411,  412 

Flatteries  of  Fate  (properly  'All  the  Flatteries  of  Fate')     tune,  292,  293 

"  Flora,  farewell !  I  needs  must  go  "  and  tune,  7,  43.  65,  105 

Flora  happily  Revived    title,  mentioned,     99 

Flora's  Answer  to  the  Shepherd's  Song,  Fair     title,  106 

Flora's  Departure  title,  99,  100 ;  given,  103 

Flora's  Farewell  title  and  tune,  7,  65,  99,  105  to  107,  259,  260,  265, 

268,  269,  567,  570 

"  Flora's  in  her  grove  she  lied "  98,     99 

Flora's  Lamentable  Passion  title,  98,     99 

Flowet  <>f  all  the  Nation burden,  284 

Flower  of  Serving-men,  The  Famous  title,  567 

Flying  Fame  (properly,  When  flying  fame)  tune,  183,  667,  672,  714,  722, 

727,  740,  743,  750 

For  I  do  come  to  woo  thee  burden  varies,  250 

For  I  will  go  with  my  Love  to  the  world's  end    burden,  293 

For  it  must  and  shall  be  so  second  burden,  149 

For  Love  is  dead  and  buried,  etc burden,       8 

For  now  L  will  lay  vp  my  money,  good  store,  etc burden,  343 

"  For  this  same  night"  (Fragment,  beginning  lost  from  MS.) 629 

Far  thou  art  the  man  that  my  husband  shall  be    burden,   416 

Forecast,  The  Good  Wife's  title,  348,  349 

Forester,  The  Unfortunate  title,  640,  643  to  645 

"  Forgive  me,  if  your  looks  I  thought"  (tcr)        mentioned,  27,     28 

Forgo  me  now,  come  to  me  soon  !    burden,  166,  169 

Forlorn  Damsel,  The  (see  '  Come  pity')  (t.  omit.  f.  List,  as  No.  2*),  170,  251 

Forlorn  Lover,  The  ('A  Week  before  Easter ')  title,  229,  232  to  234 

Forlorn  Lover,  The  (D'Urfey's  "  O  yes  !  ")        title,  mentioned,     28 

Forlorn  Lover's  Lament,  The  title,  586 

Forsaken  Maid,  The      title,  mentioned,  576 

Fortune  my  Foe  tune,  mentioned,  331,  702,  703,  706 

"  Four-and-twenty  handsome  youths  "  mentioned,  630 

"  Four-aud-twenty  Ladies  lair "  mentioned,  630 

Fragments  of  Humphrey  Crouch's  '  Guy  of  Warwick'  given,  737 

Fragments  of  the  ballad  of  Little  Musgrave  (Percy  P'olio  MS.)         given,  629 

French,  The  Frighted    title,  368,  445,  793  ;  given,  446 

French  Tricotees  tune,  489,  492 

Friar  in  the  Well,  The  tune,  495 

Friars' -Carse  Hermitage,  Burns's  Lines  written  at  quoted,  506 

Frighted  French,  The    .....  title,  368,  445,  793  ;  given,  446 

Frobi.-her,  A  Sorrowful  Song  on  Sir  Martin       title,  mentioned,  398 

Frobisher,  John  Kirkham's  Commendation  of  Sir  Martin     title,  399 

Frolic  Ended,  How  the  Editorial  Sequel,  title,  518 

Frolic,  The  Good  Fellow's  title,  339,  350 ;  given,  351 

Frolic,  Mark  Noble's     title,  468,  509,  510,  514 

Frolic,  The  Jolly  Gentleman's  title,  509,  513 

"  From  Fairy-land,  I  hear,  it  is  reported  "  8 

•■  From  merciless  Invaders,  from  wicked  men's  device  "  378 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes.  817 

PAGE 

"  From  the  lawless  dominion  of  Mitre  and  Crown  "  2 

From  the  Priory  to  the  Abbey  Editorial  title,  464 

"  Full  fifty  winters  have  I  seen"         327 

"  Full  forty  years  the  Eoyal  Crown."  (See  The  King  enjoys,  etc.)      quoted,  323 
"  Full  ten  honest  tradesmen  did  happen  to  meet  "  (Roxb.  B.  iii.  481)  ment.     32 

GALEAZZO  (Galleazzo),  Of  the  happy  obtaining  of  the  Great      t.  381,  384 
Gallant  Grahams  of  Scotland,  The  title,  587,  590,  601 

Gallant  Grahams,  The  (bis)  title,  587,  588,  590,  601 

"  Gallants  [all  come  mourn  with  me]  first  line,  unmentioned,  398 

"  Gallants,  come  list  a  while "  281,283 

Gallants,  Lusty  tune  mentioned  (distinct  from  both  Captain  Ward's),  427 

"  Gallants,  you  must  understand  "  mentioned,  422,  423,  425  ;  given,  784 

Gallius's  Treacherous  Cruelty  (to  Olympia)         sub-title,     21 

Garland,  The  Bristol  (  =  "  A  merchant's  son  of  worthy  fame  ")      title,  m.  428 

Gather-Gold  and  Scatter-Gold  (lost  title)  mentioned,  327,  335 

"  General  George,  that  valiant  wight "  mentioned,  136 

General  Monk  hath  advanced  himself,  etc.  tune,  mentioned,  136 

General  Monk  sail'd  through  the  Gun  Fleet       tune,  mentioned,   136 

"  General  Monk  was  a  noble  man  "     mentioned,   136 

Geneva  Ballad,  The  (="  Of  all  the  factions,"  etc.)  title,  mentioned,  506 

Gentleman  in  Thracia,  A  .....  part-title,  mentioned,  650 

Gentleman's  Frolic,  The  Jolly  title,  509,  513 

Gentlemen  of  England.     (Properly,  "  Ye  Gentlemen  ")      mentioned,  431,  796 

George  Aloe  and  the  Swiftstake,  The  ....  408,  409 

George,  Duke  of  Albemarle,  Worthy  Exploits  of,     title,  136,  729;  given,  730 

Gerhard's  Mistress  (Cordelia)  tune-title,  559,  560,  564,  566 

Germany,  Bloody  News  from  title,  mentioned,  650 

Ghost,  The  True-Lover's  title,  23,  79  ;  given,     85 

Gilderoy  (was  a  bonny  boy)  tune,  mentioned,  130 

"  Give  ear  a  while  unto  my  song  "      mentioned,  177,   199 

"  Give  ear  to  a  frolicsome  ditty"         315,  509  ;  given,  513 

Glass  of  Christian  Reformation,  A  Cbrystal        title,  mentioned,  3G4 

Glen's  Unhappy  Voyage  to  New  Barbary,  Captain  title,  mentioned,  410 

Glory,  England's  '  l    title,  625,  626 

Glory,  Great  Britain's    ....      sub-title,  405 

Go  from  my  window,  Love,  go!         burden,  200,  201,  207 

"  Go  from  the  window,  go  !  "  mentioned,  381 

"  God  above  that  made  all  things  "      315;  given,  470 

"  God  above  who  rules  all  things  "      mentioned,  469 

"  God  bless  the  King,  God  bless  the  State's  defender  !  "  618 

"  God  prosper  long  our  noble  King  "  (Chevy  Chase)         title  and  tune,  739,  740 
"  God  prosper  long  our  noble  King  "  (Whittington  Defeat)        743  ;  given,  777 

"  God  Speed  the  Plough"  title,  520,  521,  523 

Golden  Age,  The  tune,  mentioned,  276 

Golden  Vanity,  The        title,  419 

"  Good  Englishmen,  whose  valiant  hearts "  393 

Good  Fellow,  The  (A  Catch)  title,  315 

Good  Fellow,  The  (A  new  Song)      title,  245 

"  Good  Fellows  all,  both  great  and  small  "  319 

"  Good  Fellows  all,  come  lend  an  ear  "  340 

Good-Fellow's  Complaint  for  want  of  full  measure,  The       sub-title,  315,  486 

Good-Fellow's  Consideration,  The   title,  mentioned,  339 

Good-Fellow's  Counsel,  The  title,  quoted,  342 

Good- Fellow's  Frolic,  TLe  title,  339,  342;  given,  351 

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Good-Fellow's  Folly,  The 
Good-Fellow's  Observation,  The 
Good-Fellow's  Resolution,  The 

Good- Fellows,  The  King  of 

Good-Fellow's  Vindication  to  all  his  Companions,  The 

"  Good  God  !  what  will  at  length  become  of  us  F  " 

*'  Good  Lord  John  is  a  hunting  gone  " 

Good  Night,  and  joy  be  wi'  you  a  ! 

Good  Night  (Earl  of)  Essex's  Last   

Good  Night,  Johnny  Armstrong's  Last 
Good  Night,  Thomas  Armstrongs    

"  Good  people  all,  1  pray  yon  understand"  (Tipping's) 

"  Good  people  all,  pray  lend  an  ear  "  (Ingelbrod) 

"  Good  people,  I  married  a  turbulent  wife" 

"  Good  people,  I  pray  now  attend  to  my  moan  "    

"  Good  people,  I'll  tell  you  now  of  a  fine  jest  "     

Good  Saint  Anthony  and  his  Temptations 
Good  Wife's  Forecast,  The 
Gossip's  Vindication,  The  Merry 

"  Gracious  Princess,  where  Princes  are  in  place"  

Graeme  (see  Grahams,  Grime,  and  Hugh),  Sir  Hugh 
Grahams  of  Scotland,  The 
Grahams,  The  Gallant  (bis) 
Great  Britain's  Glory     

"  Great  Charles,  your  valiant  Seamen  " 
Greeks'  and  Trojans'  Wars,  The 
Green-sL  eves,  A  Reprehension  (Elderton's)  against 
Green-sleeves  (=Alus,  my  Love  !  "),  A  Sonnet  of  the  Lady     quoted,  397,  398 

Green-sleeves  and  Countenance,  etc title,  mentioned,  397 

Green- sleeves'  Answer  to  Donkyu  her  friend,  Lady      „      title,  mentioned,  391 

Green-sleeves  is  all  my  joy,  etc.  burden  and  tune,  397,  398 

Green -sleeves  is  worn  away,  etc title,  mentioned,  397 

Green-sleeves  moralized  by  the  Scripture  title,  mentioned,  397 

Gregory,  Lord  (or  Love  Gregory)      titles,  mentioned,  610,  612 

Grenville,  The  Tragedy  of  Sir  Richard  title,  mentioned,  376 

Grief  crown'd  with  Comfort,  The  Squire's  title,  226 

Grief  crown'd  with  Comforts,  The  Damsel's        sub-title,  297 

"  Grim  King  of  the  Ghosts,  make  haste  !  "    and  tune,  216,  221,  224  ;  given,  222 

Grime  (Graeme),  Sir  Hugh  of  the     title,  594,  595,  598 

Groat's  worth  of  Good  Counsel  for  a  Penny,  A         title,  468,  479  ;  given,  480 

Group  of  Early  Naval  Ballads  361   to  448 

Group  of  Good- Fellows  (First  and  Second)         313  to  352  ;  465  to  519 

Group  of  Legendary  and  Romantic  Ballads         537  to  760 

Group  of  True-Love  Ballads  ...'„  7  to  312 

*' Gude  Lord  Scroop's  to  the  hunting  gane"  mentioned,  597 

Guenevere  (William  Morris's)  Defence  of  title,  quoted,  721 

Guide  of  Directions  for  Penitent  Sinners,  A  Godly  title,  mentioned,  331 

Gun-Fleet  The.     (See  '  General  Monk  '  and  '  Gun-Fleet') tune,  136 

Guy  and  Colebrande  (woodcut,  circa  1560,  in  vol.  i.  p.  500)     title,  ment.,  733 

Guy  and  Phillis  (Fragment  of)  title,  733 

Guv,  Karl  of  Warwick,  Heroic  History  of  title,  559,  736,  737 

Guy  of  Warwick,  Valiant  Deeds  of  title,  542,  559,  732,  734 


r 

AGB 

sub-title, 

346 

sub -title,  quoted, 

title,  339,  V,V2, 

256 
343 

title,  315,  501, 

502 

!          sub-title, 

327 

mentioned, 

376 

598 

600 

tune,  623, 

766 

title,  594,  600,  604, 

600 

600 

mentioned, 

331 

534 

mentioned, 

32 

32 

66 

:....    title,  348, 

87 
349 

title,  quoted, 
mentioned, 

482 
376 

594,  597, 

etc. 

title,  5S7,  590, 

601 

title,  587,  588,  590. 

601 

sub-title, 

405 

quoted, 
title,  542,  543, 

431 
559 

title,  mentioned, 

397 

H 


AD-LAND'S  Advice,  John        title,  mentioned,  474 

Had-Land's  Lamentation,  Jack      title,  315,  468,  469,  474  ;  given,  475 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes. 


819 


Hail  to  the  myrtle  shades  !  " 

Hallo  !  my  Fancy,  whither  ivilt  thou  go  ?     title,  tune, 

Bang  Pinching;  or,  The  Good-Fellow's  Observation 

Happiness,  The  True-Lover's 

Happiness,  The  Virgin's 

Happy's  the  man  that's  free  from  Love  !  " 

Happy's  the  swain  that's  free  from  Love  !  " 

Hark  !  hark  !  my  masters,  and  be  still  " 

Hark  !  hark  !  my  masters,  and  give  ear  " 

Hark  !  how  sweet  the  birds  do  sing  " 

Hark  !  I  hear  the  cannons  roar 

Harmony  of  true  Content,  The 

Harmony,  The  Birds'  ('  As  I  was  walking  in  ')  

Harmony,  The  Birds'  ('  Down  as  I  lay  ') 

Harmony,  The  Birds'  ('  Oh,  says  the  Cuckoo  ')  

Harpagus,  hast  thou  salt  enough?" 

Hart-Merchant's  Rant,  The  (query,  misp.  Hare 
Have  at  thy  coat,  old  woman  ! 
Have  you  not  heard  these  many  years  ago  " 
Haymakers,  The 


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tune,  152,  153 

and  burden,  450  to  455 

title,  quoted,  256 

title,  108,  115,  116 

alternative  title,  289 

26 ;  given, 

mentioned, 


mentioned, 


224 
28 
379 
379 
307 
284 


mentioned, 

tune, 

sub-title,  quoted,  445 

title,  307,  779,  782 

title,  308 

sub-title,  268,  301,  303 

quoted,  650 

merchant  P)      time,  619,  620 

burden  and  tune,  quoted,  252 

quoted,  684 

time,  236,  238 


Haymakers,  The  Scotch  (="Twas  within  a  furlong ')  title  and  tune,  236,  237 


Haymarket's  Mask,  The 

He  pays  me  with  disdain 

He  that  first  said  it "  (i.e.  '  Nulla  manere  diu,'  etc.) 

He  that  hath  the  most  money 

Heard  you  not  lately  of  a  man  " 

Heavy  Heart  and  Light  Purse,  The 

Heigh-ho,  holiday  ! 

Helen  of  Greece  and  Paris 

Henry  and  Elizabeth 

Henry  setting  forth  to  Sea,  A  new  Song  of 

Henry  [the  Eighth]  and  a  Bishop,  King 

Henry  the  Fifth,  his  Conquest  of  France,  King 

Henry  the  Second's  Concubine 
Henry's  going  to  Bulloign,  The  King 
Her  arms  across  her  breast  she  laid  ' ' 
Here  ends  our  '  Group  of  Ballads '  rare  " 
Here  I  will  give  you  a  perfect  relation  " 
Here  is  a  crew  of  jovial  blades  " 

Here  lies  entomb'd  within  this  compast  stone  "  

Here  must  I  tell  the  praise  of  worthy  Whittington  ': 

Here's  a  Lamentation  " 

Here's  a  pleasant  ditty  " 

Here's  to  the  Figure  of  Two,  etc 

Here's  joyful  news  come  late  from  Sea" 

Hero  and  Leander,  An  old  Ballad     

Hero  and  Leander,  The  Loves  of  (H.  Crouch's) 

Hero  and  Leander,  The  Tragedy  of 

Heroes,  The  British 


tune,  mentioned,  237 
burden  varies,  191 
quoted,  539 
tuue,  mentioned,  108 

mentioned,  542 

title,  336,  337 

tune,  mentioned,  398 

alternative  title,  546 

title,  mentioned,     66 

title,  789 

title,  750 

title,  743,  744 

part  of  sub-title,  668,  673 
tune,  423 

658 

Epilogue,  760 

meutioued,  236 

351 

671 

mentioned,  280 

mentioned,  237 

mentioned,  237 

burden,   324 

mentioned,  368 

title,  mentioned,  557 
title,  542,  559,   560 

title,  556,  558 

title,  quoted,  726 
title,  559,   737 


Heroic  History  of  Guy  Earl  of  Warwick,  The    

Heroical  Song  on  Lord  General  George  Duke  of  Albemarle        title,  729,  730 

Hey,  buys,  up  go  we!      tune,  199,  339,  340,  350,   351 

Hey  ding  a  ding  !  burden  and  tune,  mentioned,   276 

Hey  down,  down  burden,  627,   631 

Hey,  Johnny  Cope  !  are  ye  wauking  yet  ?  "        mentioned,  625 

Ho  derry  deny  down !    burden,  598 


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The  Iiou  burghe  Ballads  Index  : 


PAGE 

title,  mentioned,     41 
title,  65;  given, 
quoted, 


73 

434 
119 
345 


Hohenlinden  (=j  On  Linden,  when  the  sun  was  low  ') 
Holidays,  The  True  Lovers' 
'  Holland,  that  scarce  deserves  the  name  of  land  " 
'  Honest  Shepherd,  since  you're  poor  " 

Honour  made  known,  The  Plough-man's  tune,  343, 

Honour  of  Bristol,  The title,  348,  428,  429,  779 

Honour  of  the  Inns  of  Court  Gentlemen,  The     title,  mentioned,  428 

'  How  bright  art  thou,  whose  starry  eyes  "  and  tune, 

'  How  can  I  conceal  my  passion  ?  "    

'  How  cool  and  temperate  am  I  grown  !  " 

Sow  e'er  the  wind  doth  blow 
'  How  fares  my  fair  Leander?" 
'  How  happy  could  I  be  with  either 
'  How  long,  Elisa,  shall  I  mourn  ?' 

How  many  crowns  and  pounds  have  I  spent 
1  How  short  is  the  pleasure  that  follows  the  pain" 

How  the  Frollic  Ended 

■  How  wretched  is  the  slave  to  Love  " 

Hudibras  (Butler's) 

Hugh  in  the  Grime's  Downfall,  Sir 

Hugh  of  the  Grime,  Life  and  Death  of  Sir 

Hughie  Gramie  (or  Graham) 

Hughic  the  Gramme 


76 
82,     83 
570,  774 
burden,  797 
542  ;  given,  560 
tune  (earlier  known  as  the  Kant),  509 

mentioned,   177 

tune,  mentioned,  300 

170 

Editorial  title, 


title,  quoted,  732, 

title, 

title,  594,  595, 

title,  mentioned. 


518 
79 

733 
598 
601 
597 


Hunting  of  the  Cheviot  (  =  "  The  Perse  owt  of  Northum.") 

Hunt's  Up,  A 

Husband,  The  Male  and  Female 

Husband  turn'd  Thrifty,  the  Bad      

Husbandman  and  a  Serving-man  (Dialogue  between) 

Husband's  Amendment,  The  Bad     

Husband's  Folly,  the  Bad 

Husband's  Recantation,  The  Bad      

Husband's  Eepentance,  the  Bad 
Husband's  Return  from  his  Folly,  The 


title,  mentioned,  597 


Hyde  Park  Frollic,  The 


quoted,  739 

title,  627 

title,  mentioned,  236 

sub-title,  479,  483 

title,  523 

sub-title,  340 

title,  315,  468,  477,  493 
sub-title,  342,  499 

sub-title,  480 

sub-title,  343 


alternative  title,  and  tune,  315,  495 


I  AM  a  Bachelor  bold  and  brave" mentioned, 

"lama  jovial  Bachelor "        and  tune,  quoted,  368,  369,' 

I  am  a  jovial  Cobler,  Sir"  mentioned,  368,  796, 

I  am  a  jovial  Mariner,  our  calling  is  well  known  "  369, 

I  am  a  Lass  of  beauty  bright  "         mentioned,' 

I  am  a  lusty  lively  lad ''  328 

/  am  a  Maul,  and  a  very  good  Maid  burden  and  tune,  mentioned! 


;  I  am  a  poor  and  harmless  Maid  " 

lama  poor  man,  God  knows " 
;  I  am  a  prisoner  poor,  oppress'd  with  misery  " 
:  I  am  a  stout  Sea-man,  newly  c»me  on  shore" 
I  am  a  young  man  that  do  follow  the  plough  " 
I  am  a  young  wife  that  has  cause  to  complain  " 
I  am  a  young  woman,  'tis  very  well  known  " 
I  am  an  uudaunted  Seaman 

I  am  quite  undone,  my  cruel  one  "  

I  am  so  deep  in  love,  I  cannot  hide  it " 

1  am  so  sick  for  love,  as  like  was  never  no  man  " 

I  am  so  sick  of  love  "     

I  am  the  Duke  of  Norfolk 
I  am  the  faithful  damsel " 


and  tune,  mentioned, 
mentioned,  276, 
mentioned,  280, 


mentioned, 

mentioned, 

mentioned, 

mentioned  (for  next  vol.), 

252  to 

quoted, 

mentioned, 

tune,  520, 

mentioned, 


64 
796 
797 
796 

27 
329 
218 
274 
532 
681 
415 
526 

33 

33 
276 

27 
254 
252 
252 
523 

64 


First  Lines,  Burden*,  Titles,  and  Tunes. 


821 


I  am  the  Kiug  and  Prince  of  Drunkards  " 

I  am  the  old  Ahasuer,  I  wander  here,"  etc. 

I  built  my  Love  a  gallant  ship  " 

I  do  not  sing  of  triumph,  no  !  " 

I  had  no  more  wit,  but  was  trod  under  feet" 

I  have  a  good  old  Father  at  home  " 

I" 

1 

1 

I 

I 

r 
i 
i 
i 


have  a  good  old  Mother  at  home  " 

have  a  good  old  Wife  at  home"    

have  a  good  old  Woman  at  home" 

have  a  Ship  in  the  North  Countrie  " 

have  a  Tower  in  Dalisberie  " 

have  been  a  Bad  Husband  this  full  fifteen  year  " 


PAGE 

315,  502 

690;  given,  779 

613 

mentioned,  27 

499 

236,  245,  248 

and  tune,  236,  243,  245,  246 

tune,  mentioned,  245 
tune,  mentioned, 


have  been  a  traveller  long ; 
have  got  a  certain  habit" 

Robin  Hood 


mentioned, 
339, 


have  heard  talk  of 

I  kill'd  a  man,  and  he  was  dead  "     

/  know  you  not  ! ' 

I  love  thee  dear,  but  dare  not  show  it  " 

I  loved  a  Lass,  a  fair  one  " 

I  loved  thee  dearly,  I  loved  thee  well 

I  loved  thee  once,  I'll  love  no  more  " 

T  loved  you  both  beautiful  and  bright  " 

I  loved  you  dearly,  I  loved  you  well"  ( 


245 
419 
630 
343 
324 
xix 
64 


quoted  (Introd.  Notes) 

mentioned, 

quoted,  505 

burden,  quoted,  254 

tune,  mentioned.  161 

mentioned  773 

and  tune,  26,  27,  791  to  793 
and  tune  mentioned,  296 

mentioned,  115 

I  loved  thee),  and  tune,  27,  283, 

791, 

tarry)       tune,  587, 

"  and  tune,  26,  148,  149,  254,  660, 

mentioned, 

p.  205)    mentioned, 

tune  mentioned, 


658, 


I  maun  away,  and  I  will  not  stay  (or, 

I  often  for  my  Jeany  ( =  Joany)  strove 

I  once  lay  sleeping  on  my  bed  " 

I  pray  now  attend  to  this  ditty  ( Bag  ford  Ballads 

I  prithee,  Love,  turn  to  me  !  (  =  "  Come  turn")... 

I  read  that  many  years  ago  " 

I  read  that  once  in  Africa  " 

I  saw  the  Lass  whom  dear  I  loved    

I  should  not  now  be  poor 

I  still  will  be  constant  and  true  to  my  friend,  etc. 

I  tell  ye  all,  both  great  and  small "  

I  told  young  Jenny.  I  told  her  true  " 
I  was  a  modest  maid  of  Kent  " 
I  will  away,  and  I  will  not  tarry 

I  will  be  constant  to  thee  till  I  die     

I  will  go  to  my  Love,  where  he  lies  in  the  deep  " 

I  ivill  live  a  maiden  still 

I  will  never  love  thee  more     burden,  title,  and  tune,  556,  558,  581  to  583 
I  will  tell  you  a  story,  a  story  anon  "  (Roxb.  Coll.  III.  494),     variation 


792 

590 

661 

148 

509 

276 

685 

659 

220 

burden  varies,  478 

burden,  293 

quoted,  380 

mentioned,  183 

mentioned,     27 

tune,  587,  590 

burden,  126 

mentioned,  36,  39,     65 

burden,   155 

585 

746 


I  wish  that  his  heirs  may  never  lack  S"ck,  etc 

I  wish  I  was  those  gloves,  dear  heart !  " 
I  wish  in  heaven  his  soul  may  dwell,  etc. 
I  would  give  ten  thousand  pounds  thou  tcerl  in  Shrewsbury  ! 


burden,  4C6 


Ich  bin  der  alte  Ahasver  !  " 

Ich  will  euch  erziihlen  ein  March  en,"  etc. 

If  all  the  world  my  mind  did  know" 

If  any  woful  wight  have  cause  to  wail  her  woe  " 

If  I  could  but  attain  my  wish  " 

If  I  live  to  be  old,  for  1  find  I  go  down  "  (see  "  If 

If  I  live  to  be  old,  which  I  never  will  own  " 

If  I  live  to  grow  old,  for  I  find  I  go  down  " 


557  ;  given,  584 

burden,  470 
burden,  280, 

281,  283 

mentioned,  690,  778  ;  given,  699 

mentioned,  746 

276,  315  ;  given,  478 

quoted,  710 

quoted,  505 

to  grow")     var.  of,  507 

mentioned,  507 

507 


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If  Love  docs  give  pleasure,  why  does  it  torment  ?"                mentioned,  32,  33 

If  Love's  a  sweet  passion,  why  dots  it  torment?  "              and  tune,  31,  33,  34 

If  on  this  theme  1  rightly  think"    318 

It  s1h<  hi'  as  kind  as  lair,  hut  peevish  and  unhandy  "              252 

It  ilu'  head  of  a  man  La  oppress'd  with  cares"  [beggar's  Opera)             55 

If  the  Whigs  shall  get  up,  aud  the  Tories  go  down  "            mentioned,  505 

If  thou  can' st  fancy  me  burden  varies,  238 

li  when  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep  "  (=In  the  Garden)   Introd.  Notes,  wiii,  304 

[f  Wine  he  a  cordial,  why  does  it  torment  P  "      mentioned,  32,  33 

If  yet  thy  eyes,  great  Harry,  may  endure  "         mentioned,  671 

Ign.  Don.  (tti  re  the  great  sham  Cryptogram)     title,  720 

I*  11  ever  love  thee  more  (used  for  I'll  never — I will  never)     tune,  584 

I'll  fix  my  fancy  on  thee                  burden  and  tune,  19 

I'll  ne'er  be  drunk  again  !                burden,  276,  317 

I' !l  never  love  thee  more                      burden  and  tune,  55G,  558,  581,  583,  584 

"  I'll  never  trust  Good-Fellow  more"                    mentioned,  328 

"  I'll  sing  a  song,  and  a  dainty  fiue  song  "             quoted,  300 

"  I'll  tell  you  a  story,  a  story  anon"  747 

VII  warrant  thee,  boy,  she'll  take  it 219 

I'm  here  at  thy  gate.  Lord  Thomas  "                   mentioned,  644 

Immortal  Lovers  smile,  and  run  your  happy  race  "                 276 

In  a  humour  I  was  of  late  "             mentioned,  276 

In  a  May  morning,  as  I  was  walking                  159 

In  a  quiet  old  Parish,  on  a  brown  heathy  (?  healthy)  old  moor  "                755 

In  ancient  times,  when  as  Plain-dealing "           762 

In  Blackmail  street  there  dwelt"     mentioned,  237 

In  Doi\setshire  lived  a  a  Young  Miller  by  trade  "                   mentioned,  33 

In 'Eighiv-eight,  ere  I  was  born  "                      378 

In  Essex,  long  renown'd  for  calves"                   mentioned,  515 

In  January  last,  on  Monanday  at  noon                mentioned,  183 

In  London  lived  a  Squire,  where,"  etc.               mentioned,  27 

In  London  there  lived  a  beautiful  maid"            ....    mentioned,  33 

In  May  fifteen  hundred  and  eighty  and  eight      383 

In  my  freedom  is  all  my  joy              burden  mentioned,  273,  274 

In  old  time  past  there  was  a  King,  we  read  "     753 

In  pescod  time,  when  hound  to  horn,"  etc.          tune,  650,  750,  764 

In  Popish  time,  when  bishops  proud  "                 751 

In  Pome,  I  read,  a  noble  man"  (  =  Roman  Wife)              mentioned,  541,  796 

In  Summer  time  (usually  or  "  In  summer  leaves  grow  green  ")     tune,  789,  etc. 

In  Summer  time  when  folks  make  hay"  (M.  Parker's  Medley)          ment.,  745 

In  Summer  time  when  leaves  are  green  "            274,  283 

In  Summer  time  when  leaves  are  green"  (ter.)     and  tune,  567,  570,  789,  790 

In  Summer  time  when  Phoebus' rays  "                 284 

In  swords,  pikes,  and  bullets,  'tis  safer  to  be  "    39 

In  the  days  of  old,  when  fair  France  did  flourish"                 mentioned,  571 

In  the  Garden  (  ='  If  when  I  lay ')          title,  quoted  (Intro.  Aotes),  xviii,  304 

In  the  merry  month  of  May  "           quoted,  307,  309,  323 

In  the  pleasant  month  of  May "        mentioned,  254 

In  the  West,  in  Devonshire"  (=  True  Love  Exalted)            93 

In  the  West  of  Devonshire  "  (=  Devonshire  Nymph)           96 

In  Warwickshire  there  stands  a  Down"  " 336,371 

In  Windsor  Forest  I  did  slay  a  bore"  (boar)      fragment,  733 

Indeed,  this  world  is  so  unjust  "      3.54 

Indies,  The  Gallant  Seaman's  Return  from  the  ....                 title,  414,  415 

Industrious  Smith,  the  title,  mentioned,  485,  542 

Injured  Maiden  (not  'Mistress  '),  The                  sub-title,  mentioned  {bis),  26 


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Innocent  Love  at  length  rewarded    sub-title,  272 

Inn  of  Court  Gentlemen,  The  Honour  of  the     title,  mentioned,  779 

Insatiate  Lover,  The      title,  quoted,  489 

Instructions  to  a  Painter  (concerning  the  Dutch  War)       title,  mentioned,  437 

Intelligence,  Rosebery's  (Trowbesh  MS.),  Title,  Preface,  170 

Invincible  Love  mentioned,  170 

Irish  Difficulty,  The  (=."  We  could  do  well  without  thee  ")  title,  Preface,  xvii 

Is  she  gone  ?  let  her  go  !  "  .....  mentioned,     27 

Is  there  never  a  man  in  all  Scotland  " 

Isabel  of  Dunsmore  Heath  (Maid  of  Duusmore)  part-title,  765  to 

Isabel  of  Roch-Royal,  Fair  title,  mentioned, 

Isabel,  The  Complaint  of  Fair  title, 

Isabel,  The  stout  and  loving  Seaman's  heart-token  to  title,  26, 

Isabel,  Verses  writ  by  a  Seaman  on  the  Britannia  to  Fair     title, 

Isabella's  Tragedy,  The  Lady  title,  650,  651, 

Isabel's  mournful  Lamentation,  Fair  title  to  second  part,  765,  767, 


Isabel's  mournful  Recantation,  Fair 

V  se  for  ever  should  be,  could  be,  would  be,  etc 

I'se  often  for  my  Jenny  strove  (see  "  I  often 

Islington,  The  Bailiff's  Daughter  of 

It  fell  about  the  Lammas  tide  "  (  =  "  Yt  fell 

It  fell  and  about  the  Lammas  time  " 

It  fell  on  a  Wednesday  " 
It  fell  upon  a  Martinmas  time  " 
It  is  good  to  be  merry  and  wise  " 
It  is  not  your  Northern  Nancy 


') 


604 
767 
612 
771 

793 
789 
683 
769 
7.9 
14S 
149 


tyde  ") 


title, 
burden, 

tune,  148, 

sub-title,  241,  243 

mentioned,  739 

quoted,  739 

mentioned,  612 

mentioned,  630 

quoted  i motto), 


tune,  213,  762,  763 
It  is  Old  Ale  hath  undone  me  burden  and  tune,  quoted,  326,  465,  469,  474,  475 

It  seems  unto  me,  whose  thoughts  flit  free  "        Edit.  Finale,  800 

It  was  a  bold  keeper  that  chased  the  deer  "  230 

It  was  a  rich  Merchant  man  "  (Merch.  and  Fiddler's  Wife)  mentioned,  370 

It  was  a  youthful  Knight,  loved  a  gallant  Lady  "  572 

It  was  in  the  prime  of  cucumber  time  identified,  300,  310 

Iter  Boreale  (Bishop  Corbet's)  title,  quoted,  732 

It's  four  aud-twenty  bonny  boys  "     mentioned,  630 

'  It's  gold  shall  be  your  hire,'  she  says"  mentioned,  630 

It's  true  thou  justly  may  complain" mentioned  26  to  28 

I've  left  the  world  as  the  world  found  me  tune,  528 


JACOBITE  SONG  of  "  Let  mournful  Britons" 
Jamaica 

Jamaica,  the  Seaman's  Return  from 

Jane  Shore  she  was  for  England,  etc. 

Janet,  Lady 

Jealous  Father  beguiled,  The 

Jealous  Nanny 

Jealousy,  Jockey's 

Jealousy,  Moggie's  (A  new  Song  of) 

Jeering  Lovers,  the  Two 

Jeering  Young  Man,  The 

Jenniugs  bis  song,  Captain 

Jenny  gin  (abbreviation  for  "  Ah 

Jenny,  Jenny 

Jenny  my  bandmaid 

Jenny  yields  at  last 


title,  623 

tune,  328,  329 

sub-title,  mentioned,     64 

burden,  quoted,  725 

title,  mentioned,  612 

sub-title,  200,  205 

title,  mentioned,  170 

tune,  218,  220,   228 

title  and  tune,  170,  171,  228 

title,  mentioned,  64,     69 

(ballad  not  found)  tune,  45S,  459 

title,  mentioned,  408 

Jenny,  gin  ")  tune,  443  to,  445,  etc. 

title  and  tune,  292  to  295 

(not  yet  found)  title  mentioned,  279 
sub-title, 


181 

Jenny's  Lamentation  for  the  loss  of  her  Jemmy title,  177,  184,  196 

Jenny's  Prudent  Resolution  alternative  title,  mentioned,  236 


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PAGB 

Jephtha  Judge  of  Israel,  A  proper  new  ballad  on  title,  684,  685 

Jerusalem,  The  Shoemaker  of  sub-title,  693 

Jest,  A        title,  315,468,509,  514;  given,  515 

Jew  ("Wordsworth's)  Song  for  the  "Wandering    title,  quoted,  692 


Jew,  the  Wandering 

Jew's  Chronicle,  the  Wandering 

Jew  s  Coranta 

Jig,  A  new  Northern 

Jig,  The  Duke  of  Monmouth's 

Jockey  and  Jenny,  The  Loves  of 

Jockey's  Jealousy 

Jockey's  Lamentation  turn'd  to  Joy 

Jockey's  Vindication 

John  for  the  King  (Deloney's  Jig) 

John  True  and  Susan  Mease 

John's  Earnest  Request  and  Betty's  Compassion 

Johnny  Armstrong's  Last  Good  Night 

Jolly  Gentleman's  Frollic,  The 

Jovial  Bachelor,  The 


title, 


693 
695 
490 
280 
170 
178 


687,  690,;  given, 

title,  690, 

tune,  489, 

title  mentioned, 
title  mentioned,  56,  57, 

title,  176, 

tune,  218,  220,  228 

title,   181 

sub-title,  170,  171 

title,  mentioned,  389 

title,  mentioned,  650 

title,  200,  202 

title  and  tune,  427,  694,  600,  604,  635 

title,  509,  513 

title  and  tune,  368,  3G9,  796 


Jovial  Cobler,  The         title  and  tune,  mentioned,  368,  431,  796,  797 

Jovial  Mariner,  The       title,  199,  363,  369,  796 

Joy  after  Sorrow,  being  the  Seaman's  Beturn  from  Jamaica     title,  ment.,     64 

Joy,  the  Maiden's  sub-title,  mentioned,     69 

Joy,  the  Sailor's  -  title  mentioned,  and  tune,  398,  408,  409 

Joys  Completed,  The  True  Lover's  sub-title,    44 

Juan,  Don  (Byron's)      quoted,  87,  629 

Judas's  Mother,  The  Dream  fulfilled  of  (postponed),  title,  ment.,  688 

Jude,  Der  Ewige  (Goethe's)  title,  mentioned,  690 

Judge  of  Israel,  A  proper  new  ballad  on  Jephtha  title,  684,  685 

Judgement  of  God  shewed  upon  John  Faustus,  The  title,  701  to  706 

Judgements  of  God,  The  Strange      title,  mentioned,  389 

Juif  Errant,  Complainte  du  (bis)      title,  690,  692  ;  given,  691 


title,  mentioned,  746 

title,  quoted,  765,  766,  772 

title,  mentioned,  43,  114 
title  and  burden,  quoted.  618  ;  tune,  622 
burden,  618;   tune, 

title,  229, 

sub-title,  339,  342  ;  given, 


622 
230 
351 


KAISER  und  der  Abt,  Der 
Kate,  Dunsmore 

Kate  the  Queen 
Katharine  Loggy  (Bonny) 
Katharine  Ogie  (or  Ogee,  or  Ogle) 
Keeper,  The  Bold 

Kent-street  Club,  The    

Kentish  Yeoman  and  Susan  of  Ashford,  The       title,  mentioned,  639 

Kind  Lady,  The  title,  177,  188,  195,  200 

Kind  Lady,  The  Comfortable  Returns  of  the       sub-title,  mentioned,   148 

Kind  Sir,  for  your  courtesy "  mentioned,  292 

Kilkenny  for  me  !  (of.  Shrewsbury  for  me  .')        burden,  mentioned,  360 

Kilkenny,  The  Boys  of.     (Attributed  to  Tom  Moore.)       title,  mentioned,  360 
Killiecraukie,  The  memorable  Battle  fought  at  title  and  tune,  615,  616 

Killigrew's  glorious  Conquest  over  the  French  Admiral     title,  mentioned, 
King  and  the  Beggar  Maid,  The 
King  and  the  Bishop,  The 
King  and  the  Lord  Abbot,  The 


King  and  the  Soldier,  The 


King  Arthur  and  his  men  they  valiant  were  and  bold  " 
King  Edward  Fourth  and  Jane  Shore,  A  new  ballad  of 
King  Edward  the  Fourth  and  the  Tanner  of  Tamworth 
King  Henry  the  Fifth's  Conquest  of  France 


368 

title,  quoted,  660 

title,  749 

tune,  747 

title,  786 

136  ;  given,  730 

title,  mentioned,  725 

title,  mentioned,  570 

title,  743,  744 


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King  Henry's  going  to  Bulloign  (  =  The  King's  going)          time,  422,  784 

King  John  and  the  Abbot  of  Canterbury            title,  746,  747 

King  John  and  the  Bishop  (Percy  Folio  MS.)             title,  mentioned,  746,  750 

King  Lear  and  his  Three  Daughters,  0  (William  Warner's) 712 

King  Lear  and  his  Three  Daughters,  A  Lam.  Song  of  the  Death  of    title,  714 

King  Lear  and  his  Three  Daughters,  Tragical  History  of     title,  717 

"  King  Lear  once  ruled  in  this  Land  "                    714 

King  Olfrey,  The  Old  Abbot  and     title,  750,  753 

King  of  France's  Daughter,  Courtship  of  The  ....     part  title,  mentioned,  571 

King  of  Good-Fellows,  The              title,  315,  501,  502 

King  William's  Happy  Success  in  Ireland          sub-title,  mentioned,  226 

King  William  is  come  to  the  Throne                   mentioned,  82 

King's  going  to  Bulloign,  The  (see 'Henry's)    tune,  422,  423,  784 

Kingston  Church             ...„             tune,  and  conventional  title,  58 

Kinmont  Willie               (Scott's  ballad  title),  mentioned,  603 

Knight,  Constance  of  Cleveland's  disloyal          sub-title,  572,  653 

"  Know  then,  my  brethren,  heaven  is  clear  "        mentioned,  339 

T  ABOUK  LOST,  The  Young  Man's  title,  458 

±j    Ladies,  A  Looking-glass  for     title,  517,  552,  553 

"  Ladies  all  behold  and  wonder "         85 

Ladies  of  London  tune,  15,     16 

Lady  Isabella's  Tragedy,  The  title,  mentioned,  612 

Lady  Janet title,  mentioned,  612 

Lady,  The  Comfortable,  Beturns  of  the  Kind,  sub-title,  mentioned,  148 

Lady,  The  Kind,  title,  177,  188,  195,  200 

Lady,  The  Somersetshire  title,  mentioned,     33 

Lady,  The  Unfortunate  [ef.  "What  dismal  ")    title,  mentioned,     27 

Lady,  The  Wronged       ,        .....  title,  mentioned,     33 

Lady  who  fell  in  love  with  a  Horse  Bider,  song  of  a  young  alt.  title,  237 

Lady's  Fall,  The  title  and  tune,  650,  651,  653,  761,  764,  765 

Lady's  Lamentation,  The  title,  mentioned,     27 

Lady's  Tragedy,  The      title,  mentioned,  639 

Lament  for  his  Bebellion,  Mar's       title,  617,  621 

Lament,  The  Forlorn  Lover's  title,  mentioned,     19 

Lamentable  Song  of  the  Lord  Wigmore,  etc,  The  title,  771 

Lamentation,  Essex's     tune,  mentioned,  623 

Lamentation  for  Cruelty,  The  Forsaken  Damsel's    part  of  sub-title,  ment.     43 

Lamentation  for  her  Gerhard,  Cordelia's  sub-title,  568 

Lamentation  for  the  late  Treasons,  etc.,  England's  title,  mentioned,  389 

Lamentation  for  the  Loss  of  her  Jemmy,  Jenny's  title,  177,  184,  196 

Lamentation  for  the  Loss  of  her  Sweetheart,  A  Wench's  sub-title,  577 

Lamentation  for  the  Unkindness  of  Sylvia,  The  Fond  Lover's      sub-title,     24 
Lamentation  for  want  of  a  Husband,  The  Younger  Sister's  sub-title,  236,  246 

Lamentation,  Jack  Hadland's  title,  315,  468,  469,  474  ;  given,  475 

Lamentation  of  Beccles,  a  Town  in  Suffolk        title,  mentioned,  38S 

Lamentation  of  Chloris,  The  title,  91-,  130,  131 

Lamentation  of  Edward  Smith,  The  AYoful  (Ned  Smith  tune)  title,  ment.,  280 

Lamentation  of  the  Languishing  Squire,  The  Last  title,  170,  228 

Lamentation  of  the  Master  Cook  and  the  Step-mother  . ...  title,  652 

Lamentation  of  Thomas  the  Coachman,  The      title,  mentioned,     32 

Lamentation  of  Two  Loyal  Lovers,  The  Languishing        title,  mentioned,  115 
Lamentation  occasioned  by  Lord  Wigmore,  The  Maid  of  Dunsmore's  title,  767 

Lamentation,  The  Birds title,  300,  304,  307 

Lamentation,  The  Bleeding  Lovers' title,  mentioned,  639 

Lamentation,  The  Clans'  title,  618,  622 


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Lamentation,  The  Deluded  Lass's     title,  mentioned,     27 

Lamentation,  The  Lady's  title,  mentioned,     27 

Lamentation,  The  Languishing  Lovers  sub-title,  mentioned,  127 

Lamentation,  The  Lord's  title,  743 ;  given,  777 

Lamentation,  The  Love-Sick  Sail-man's  sub-title,     34 

Lamentation,  The  Seaman's  title,  mentioned,   177 

Lamentation,  The  Young  Damsel's  title,  mentioned,  237 

Lamentation,  The  Young  Man's       title,  mentioned,   252 

Lamentation  turn'd  to  joy,  Jockey's title,  181 

Lamenting  tor  his  fair  Cordelia's  death  sub-title,  565 

Lamenting  Shepherdess,  The  title,  mentioned,   130 

Lancashire  Gentleman,  The  Unfortunate  Love  of  a  title,  quoted,  20 1 

Lancelot  du  Lac  (see  "  When  Arthur  first  ")      sub-title,  721 

Lancelot  du  Lac,  his  comhat  with  Tarquin  722 

Landlord,  The  Cruel       ....  title,  mentioned,     33 

Languishing  Lover's  Lamentation,  The  title,  mentioned,  26,     28 

Languishing  Squire,  The  First  Complaint  of  the  title,  mentioned,  224 

Languishing  Squire,  The  Last  Lamentation  of  the  title,  170,  224,  228 

Languishing  Swain  made  happy,  The  title,  26  to  29,  224 

Languishing  Swain,  The  (=  "  Down  by  the  side")      title  and  tune,  26  to 

29,  793  ;  given,     29 
Languishing  Swain,  The  ("  Happy's  the  man")  title,  26  ;  given,  224 

Languishing  Young  Man,  The  title,  33,     34 

Lass  of  Lochroyan,  The  Bonny         title,  quoted,  212,  610,  611 

Lass  of  Ochram  (quer>/=  Aughrim  ?),  The  title,  609,  613 

Last  Good  Night  (see  Armstrong.  Essex,  and  Night)  titles,  600,  604,  623,  766 
Last  Lamentation  of  the  Languishing  Squire,  The  title,  170,  224  ;  given,  228 
Last  Shilling,  The  (Charles  Dibdin's,  "  As  pensive,"  1799)      title,  ment.,  690 

"  Lately  in  a  shady  bower  Celia  with  her  love  conversed  "       155 

"  Le  honheur  est  la-bas" tune,  mentioned,  672 

Le  bruit  courait  9a  et  la,  par  la  France  "  quoted,  777 

Leader  Roughs  and  Yarrow  title  and  burden,  607,  608 

"  Leander  on  the  Bay  of  Hellespont"  (2nd  stanza  =  Scotch  1st)  557,  558 

Leander,  The  Tragedy  of  Hero  and  (see  '  Hero ')  title,  given,  558 

Leander,  The  Unfortunate  Loves  of  Hero  and  (see  '  Hero')      title,  given,  560 

Leander's  Love  for  Loyal  Hero         title,  mentioned,  557 

Leather  Bottel,  The       tune  and  title.  466,  468 :  given,  470 

Legacy-,  The  unhappy  Shepherd's  last  sub-title,  mentioned,  130 

Leicester  Tragedy,  The  sub-title,  mentioned,     27 

Lennox's  Love  to  Blantyre  sub -title,  given,  304 

Lenten  Entertainment  (From  the  Troivbesh  MSS.)  title  in  Preface,  xvi* 

Let  all,  L  say,  be  warned  by  me,  from  Drinking  and  bad  company     burden,  475 

"  Let  England  and  Ireland  and  Scotland  rejoice  "  435 

Let  Mary  live  long !       tune,  224,  225 

"  Let  mournful  Britons  now  deplore  "  623 

"  Let  Bufus  weep,  rejoice,  stand,  sit,  or  walk  "      97 

"  Let  the  grave  folks  go  preach  that  our  lives  are  but  short  "  315 

Let  the  soldiers  rejoice  (query,  Hy.  Purcell's)  tune,  227 

"  Let's  call,  and  drink  the  cellar  up  !  " 
"  Let's  drink  and  droll,  and  dance  and  sing  " 
Letter,  A  Maid's 
Letter,  Joan's  loving 
Libera  nos,  Domitte  ! 
Libertatis  Amator 

Libertine,  The  Bejoiced 

Life  and  Death  of  Fair  Bosamond,  The 


315  ;  given, 

490 

mentioned, 

328 

title,  mentioned, 

668 

title,  mentioned, 

33 

burden, 

2 

title, 

2 

sub-title, 

59 

title,  607,  672, 

673 

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Life  and  Death  of  Sir  Hugh  of  the  Grime,  The title,  594,  595,  601 

Life  is  not  all  Beer  and  Skittles  !      burden,  Preface,  xvi* 

Life  of  Love,  The  title,  mentioned,  177,  199  ;  given,  191 

Light  o'  Love  tune,  mentioned,  408 

Like  an  old  Courtier  of  the  King's    burden,  757  to  759 

Like  an  old  Courtier  of  the  Queen's   burden,  756  to  759 

"  Like  pilgrim  poor  "        and  tune,  mentioned,  736 

"  Like  quires  of  Angels  we'll  loyally  sing  "  314 

Lily  and  the  Rose,  The  (see  '  The  Damask  Rose  ')  tune,  218 

Litany  of  1681,  A  sub-title,       2 

Little  fools  will  drink  too  much,  and  big  fools  not  at  all  !  (CM.)      quoted,  316 

"  Little  I  knew  of  what  troubles  you"  362 

Little  Musgrave  and  Lady  Barnard title,  601,  606,  631  to  634,  649 

"  Little  Musgrave  is  to  the  church  gone  "  mentioned,  630 

Lochroyan  (or  Loch-ryan),  Fair  Annie  of  title,  quoted,  611 

Logan  Water  tune,  509 

"  Long  had  the  proud  Spaniards  advaunted  to  conquer  us  "      402 

Long-nosed  Lass,  The    title,  mentioned,  208 

"  Long  Sporting  on  the  Flowery  Plain"  mentioned,  130 

"  Look,  you  faithful  Lovers  !  "  quoted,   204 

Looking-Glass  for  Ladies,  A  title,  547,  552,  553 

Looking- Glass,  The  Lady's  title  mentioned,   148 

"  Lord  Barnard's  awa'  "   mentioned,  630 

Lord  George  ivas  born  in  England,  etc.  burden,  730 

Lord  Gregory  (or  Love  Gregory)      title,  610  to  612 

Lord  Lovel  and  the  Lady  Nancie  Bell  title,  mentioned,  640 

"  Lord  Thomas  and  Fair  Annet  sat  a'  day  on  a  hill  "  quoted,  644 

"  Lord  Thomas  he  was  a  bold  Forester  "  and  tune,  647 

Lord  Wigmore,  once  Governor  of  Warwick  Castle,  and  Fair  Isabel  of 

Dunsmore  Heath        title,  761,  767,  771 
Lord  Wigmore,  this  is  'long  of  thee  !  burden,  766,  769 

"  Lord  Wigmore,  thus  I  have  defil'd  and  spotted  my  pure  Virgin's  bed,"         771 

Lord's  Lamentation,  The  title,  743 ;  given,  777 

Lotus  Eaters,  The  (Tennyson's)        title,  quoted,  761 

Love,  A  Pattern  of         title,  286 

Love,  A  Pattern  of  True  title  or  sub-title,  681  to  683 

Love,  A  Trial  of  True  title,  292  293 

Love  and  Constancy       title,  65,     70 

Love  and  Gallantry        title,  mentioned,     43 

IiOve  and  Honesty  title,  56,  592 

Love  and  Honour  title,  37,  40,     65 

Love  and  Loyalty  rewarded  with  Cruelty  sub-title,  mentioned,  252 

Love  and  Loyalty  well  met  ....  title,  mentioned,   119 

Love  at  length  rewarded,  Innocent  ....  ....     sub-title,  272 

Love  Exalted,  True        title,     93 

Love  Gregor  (or,  Gregory)  title,  610  to  612 

Love  in  a  Calm  title  mentioned,  570  ;  given,  774 

Love  in  a  Tub  title,  mentioned,       6 

"  Love  in  fantastic  triumph  sat "         7 

Love  in  joy  my  heart,  The  title  or  first  line,  (Not  yet  found)  279 

Love  in  the  Blossom       title,  Lntrod.  Notes,  xxi ;   108  to  110 

Love  in  Triumph  alternate  sub-title,  289 

Love  Invincible  title,  mentioned,  170 

Love  is  better  than  Gold  ;  or,  Money's  An  Ass title,     13 

Love  is  Dead  (by  Sir  Philip  Sidney)  title,  lntrod.  Notes,  xxii 

Love  is  the  Cause  of  my  Mourning  (bis.)  burden  and  title,  229,  232,  235 


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Love  me  little  and  love  me  long,  etc and  title,  249,  250 

Love,  uo  Life.  No  title,  88,  89,  91 

Love  of  Sir  Thomas  and  Fair  Eleanor,  The  Unfortunate     title,  647 

Love  over cometh  all  things  sub-title. 

Love  Overthrown  title,  mentioned 

Love  Passion  Song,  The  Shepherd's sub-title 

Love  Requited,  True      ....  title 

Love  rewarded  with  Loyalty,  True  title  and  tuue  257,  259,  260,  265 

268,  269,  272 

Love  Song,  A  favourite title 

Love  Song  between  a  Young  Man  and  a  Maid,  A  true  sub-title 

Love,  The  Life  of  "  title,  170,  190,  191 

Love  Songs,  The  Master-piece  of      title 

Love,  The  Spanish  Lady's  title,  653,  655,  657,  672 

Love  to  the  Merchant's  Laughter,  The  Ship- Carpenter's  title,  ruent. 

Lore  will  find  out  the  way  !  burden,  title,  and  tuue,  quoted 

Love  with  loyalty  ought  to  be  paid,  True  sub-title,  mentioned 

Love  without  Blemish    title,  mentioned 

Love  without  Deceit,  True  title,  123,  126,  127 

Lovel  and  the  Lady  Nancie  Bell,  Lord  title,  mentioned 

Lovely  Peggy  title,  quoted 

Lover  Catcht,  The  Stubborn  title,  mentioned 

Lover,  Charidora's  Reply  to  (Diaphantus)  the  Forlorn  title 

Lover  Defeated,  The  Scotch  sub-title,  mentioned 

Lover  overcome  with  Grief,  The  Discontented    alternative  sub-title 

Lover,  The  Despairing  sub-title 

Lover,  The  Faithful  Inflamed  title,  123 

Lover,  The  False-hearted  title,  mentioned 

Lover,  The  Forlorn  ("  A  week  before  Easter  ") 229,  232  to 

Lover,  The  Forlorn  (Oh  Yes  !  Oh  Yes  !  ")         title,  mentioned 

Lover,  The  Passionate  (=  "  As  I  sate  in  ")         title,  mentioned 

Lover,  The  Passionate  (="  Sighs  and  groans  ") title,  296  ;  given 

Lover,  The  Pining         sub-title,  mentioned 

Lover,  The  Resolved      title,  mentioned 

Lover,  The  Ruined         title,  mentioned 

Lover,  The  Seaman's  Answer  to  his  Unkind        title 

Lover,  The  Secret  title,  mentioned,  200 

Lover,  The  Successful    title,  mentioned,  218 

Lovers,  A  pleasant  Song  of  two  Country  title,  mentioned,  237 

Lover's  Address  to  Charon,  The  Despairing         title,  24 

Lovers  Bliss,  The  True  sub-title 

Lover's  Complaint,  The  Despairing  (see  '  Complaint ')       title,  mentioned 
Lover's  Farewell  to  his  fickle  Mistress,  The  Forsaken        title,  mentioned 

Lover's  Ghost,  The  True  title,  23,  79  ;  given 

Lover's  Happiness,  The  True  title,  1-08,  115 

Lover's  Joys  completed,  The  True    sub-title 

Lovers  Lamentation  for  Cruelty,  The  Forsaken  Damsel's   sub-title,  ment. 

Lovers  last  Farewell,  The  Faithful  sub-title 

Lovers  of  the  West,  The  Faithful     title,  18 

Lover's  Overthrow,  The  True  title 

Lovers,  The  faithful  Wooing  of  two  Country  alternative  title,  ment ,  237 

Lovers,  The  happy  Meeting  of  two  faithful        sub-title 

Lovers,  The  Languishing  Lamentation  of  two  Loyal  title,  ment. 

Lovers,  The  Loyal         (uuder  divers  titles)  and  tune,  115 

Lovers,  The  Northamptonshire         title,  273 

Lovers,  The  Overthrow  of  two  Loyal         sub-title,  mentioned,  115,  119 


218 

27 

105 

243 

274 
207 
583 
199 
230 
683 
428 
123 

43 
199 
199 
640 
232 
133 
586 
292 

25 
235 
124 
115 
234 

28 
296 
297 
276 
217 
236 
792 
205 
220 
250 

28 
113 

27 
583 

85 
116 

44 

43 
635 
257 
120 
250 
415 
115 
116 
274 
296 


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Lovers,  The  Pleasant  Wooings  of  Two  Country title,  250 

Lovers,  The  Two  Constant  title,  mentioned,  115,  116,  263 

Lovers,  The  Two  Country  alternative  title,  249,  250 

Lovers,  The  Two  Faithful  .....       title,  147,  152,  159,  247 

Lovers,  The  Two  Jeering  title,  mentioned,  64,     69 

Lovers,  The  Two  Unfortunate  suh-title,  558 ;  title,  33,  559,  560 

Lovers,  The  Two  Unhappy  title,  mentioned,     33 

Lovers,  The  Unchangeable  title,  mentioned,  448  ;  given,  795 

Lovers,  The  Unfortunate  Voyage  of  Two  sub-title,  ment.,  364,  368 

Lover's  Tragedy,  The    .....  title,  mentioned,     28 

Lover's  "Welcome  home  from  France,  The  True....  sub-title,     65 

Love's  Downfall  title,  114,  148,  263,  264,  274  ;  given,  265 

Love's  Dying  Passion     sub-title,  109 

Love's  fierce  desire  and  hopes  of  Recovery  title,  66,     67 

Love's  lamentable  Tragedy  (and  sequels  to  it)     title,  82,  83,  85,     87 

Love's  Moods  (By  iElian  Prince,  pseudonym)      quoted,     1 1 

Loves  of  Damon  and  Strephon,  The title,  152,  153 

Loves  of  Hero  and  Leander,  The  Unfortunate     title,  559,  560 

Loves  of  Jockey  and  Jenny,  The      title,  176,  178 

Loves  of  Stella  and  Adonis  sub-title,  mentioned,  188 

Loves  of  Tommy  and  Nanny,  The    sub- title,  174 

Love's  only  Cure  (original)  title,     26 

Love's  Power  title,  mentioned,  170 

Love's  Return  title,  mentioned,  66,     69 

Love's  Solace  title,  quoted,  218 

Love's  Tide tune  and  title,  -567,  570,  774 

Love's  Triumph  over  Bashfulness     title,  mentioned,  127 

Love's  Tyrannic  Conquest  title,  289,  290 

Love's  Unlimited  Power  title,  mentioned,  122 

Love's  Unspeakable  Passion  title,  mentioned,     83 

Love's  Victorv  Obtained title,  mentioned,  283 

Love-sick  Maid  quickly  Revived,  The  title,  236,  238 

Love-sick  Maid,  The  (Gerhard's  Mistress,  Cordelia)  title,  563 

Love-sick  Serving-man,  The  title,  mentioned,     26 

Loving  Lad  and  Coy  Lass,  The         tune  mentioned,  300 

Lowlands  of  Holland,  The  ....  title  and  burden,  mentioned,  442 

Loyal  Damosel's  Resolution,  The     sub-title,  293 

"  Loyal  Lovers,  far  and  near  "  mentioned,  115 

"  Loyal  Lovers,  listen  well  !  "  and  tune,  115,  116 

Loyal  Lovers,  The  tune  (or  divers  tunes),  115,  116 

Loyal  Song  of  1683,  A  title,  314 

Loyal  Subject's  Wish,  The  title,  mentioned,  224 

Loyalty  rewarded  with  Cruelty,  Love  and  sub-title,  mentioned,  252 

Loyalty,  The  true  Pattern  of  title,  mentioned,     28 

Loyalty,  True  Love  rewarded  with  (see  '  Love  rewarded ')     title  and  tune,  260 

Lucina  conquered  by  prevailing  Cupid,  Fair        title,  177,  188,   189 

"  Lucina,  sitting  in  her  bower "  177;  given,  189 

Luck  at  Last,  Good         title,  mentioned,  177 

Lucky  Minute,  The  (  =  Corydon  and  Cloris)         original  title,  133,  135 

Lullabie,  A  Sweet  title,  575,  576,  580 

Lusty  Bacchus  tune,  570,  774 

Lusty  Gallants  tune  mentioned  (distinct  from  Captain  Ward),  427 

MACCABE,  or  M'Cabe,  The  valiant  deeds  of title,  mentioned,  382 

Mad  Man's  Morris,  The  title,  mentioned,  542 

Mad  Marriage,  The        title,  mentioned,  170 


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The  Eo,rhu)'(jhc  Ballads  Index 


Magistrates,  A  Mirror  for 

Maid  of  Bristol,  The  Loyal 

Maid  of  Bristowe  (=Bristol),  the  Fair  and  Loyal 

Maid  of  London,  Princely  "Wooing  of  the  Fair   .... 

Maid  of  Portsmouth,  The  Love-sick 

Maid  of  the  "West,  the  Witty 
Maid  of  Wapping,  the  Love-sick 

Maid  quickly  revived,  the  Love-sick 

Maid  revived,  The  Despairing  (see  properly  '  Maiden  ') 

Maid,  The  Constant  Country 

Maid,  The  Forsaken 

Maid,  the  Love-sick  (i.e.  Cordelia  =  Gerhard's  Mistress) 

Maid,  The  Love-sick  (=The  Curragh  of  Kildare) 

Maid,  The  Pensive 

Maid,  The  Slighted 

Maiden  Revived  hy  the  Returning  of  her  dearest  Love 

Maiden,  The  Injured  (not  '  Mistress ') 

Maiden,  The  Kentish      

Maidenhead,  The  Young  Man's  hard  shift  for  a 
Maidenhead.  Vindication  of  a  departed 

Maidens,  A  Warning  to 

Maiden's  Delight,  The  


Maiden's  Joy,  The 

Maiden's  Resolution,  The  Constant 

Maiden's  New  Wish,  The 

Maiden's  Vow,  A  pleasant  ditty  of  a 

Maid's  Choice,  The  Fair 

Maid's  Letter,  A 

Maids  Look  about  You,  This  is  call'd 

Maids  of  London,  The  Virgin's  Advice  to  the 

Maid's  Resolution,  The  Constant 

Maid's  Resolution,  The  Virtuous 

Maid's  Twitcher,  The    

Moke  much  of  a  penny  as  near  as  you  can,  etc 

Make  use  of  time  while  time  serves  

Malaga,  The  Famous  Fight  at 

Male  and  Female  Husband,  The 

Maltster's  Daughter  of  Marlborough,  The 

Manfred  (Byron's,  written  1816-17) 

Map  of  Mock-Beggar's  Hall,  A 

Mar,  A  Dialogue  between  Argyle  and 
"  Marche  !  marche  !  paresseux,  marche 

Margaret  and  Sweet  William,  Fair  .... 

Margaret's  Ghost 

Margaret's  Misfortune,  Fair 

Maria's  Kind  Answer  (to  the  Languishing  Young  Man) 

Marigold,  The  new-blossomed 

Mariner,  The  Faithful    

Mariner,  The  Jovial 

Mariner  (Coleridge's)  Rime  of  the  Ancient 

Mariner's  Misfortune,  The 

Mark  Noble's  Frollic     

"  Mark  well  my  heavy  doleful  tale  "    

Marlborough,  The  Maltster's  Daughter  of 

Marmion  (Tercentenary  Edition  of)  

Marriage,  A  Mad 


TAOE 

title,  quoted,  709,  711 

sub-title 

title,  408 ;  given 

title,  mentioned 

title,  177 

title,  mentioned 
title,  mentioned,  177 

title,  236 

title,  ment.,  177 

title 

title,  mentioned 

title 

title,  237 

title,  mentioned 

title,  mentioned 

title,  ment.,  177 

sub-title,  mentioned,  26 

title,  mentioned 

title 

sub-title,  mentioned 

title,  mentioned 

title,  quoted 

sub-title,  mentioned 

.     title,  mentioned,  161 

title,  mentioned 


title,  mentioned 

(Bagforcl  Ballads,  289),  title,  ment.,  367 

title,  mentioned 

title,  mentioned. 

title,  mentioned 

title,  mentioned 

title,  mentioned 

tune 

burden 

sub-title,  quoted 

title,  411 

title,  mentioned 

.     part-title,  mentioned 

title,  mentioned 

title,  quoted,  761 

title 

etc burden,  quoted 

title  and  tune,  640 

colloquial  title 

title,  640 


title 


title,  mentioned 

title,  26,  789  ;  given 

title,  199,  368,  36D 

title,  mentioned 

title,  mentioned,  364 

315,  468,  509,  510 


part-title,  mentioned 

quoted 

title,  mentioned 


441 
443 

65 
186 
161 
199 
238 
199 
272 
576 
563 
240 
254 
276 
199 

27 

27 
213 
218 
650 
368 

69 
428 

27 
557 
414 
668 
318 
326 
161 
274 
528 
346 
445 
412 
236 
237 
701 
763 
620 
692 
641 
640 
641 

35 
177 
793 
796 
692 
368 
514 
764 
237 
331 
170 


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Married- Women,  A  Mirror  for         sub-title,  553 

Married-Women,  A  Warning  for     ....             title,  mentioned,  650 

Marry,  and  thank  you  too                   ....           burden,  indicated,  241 

Mar's  Lament  for  bis  Rebellion         title,  617,  621 

Mary  (a  Minister's  Daughter  in  Dorsetsbire),  Beautiful         sub-title,  638 

"  Mary  doth  complain  :  Ladies,  be  you  moved"    mentioned,  571 

Mask,  Tbe  Haymarket's                    tune,  mentioned,  237 

Master  Constable             burden  and  sub-title,  315,  468,  509,  515 

Master-piece  of  Love- Songs,  The      title,  229,  230 

Match,  The  Unequal      ,...                 title,  mentioned,  33 

Match  to  go  a- Maying   sub-title,  218 

May  1 govern  my  passions  with  an  absolute  sway,  etc.            burden,  507 

Medley,  A  ("Let's  call,  and  drink")                  title,  489 

Medley,  Martin  Parker's  excellent  new                title,  mentioned,  241,  745 

Medley,  Tarleton's          tune,  mentioned,  745 

Meeting  of  two  Faithful  Lovers,  The  happy       sub-title,  415 

"  Melpomene,  now  assist  a  meek  Lover  !  "             225 

Memorial  Verses  (by  Matthew  Arnold)                 title,  quoted,  700 

Memoriam,  In  (i.e.  Matthew  Arnold)  Prefatory  Addenda,  xxxii* 

•   Men  are  not  so  false  as  women  be        burden,  50 

Men  of  Old,  Tbe             title  of  motto,  quoted,  537 

Merchant  and  the  Fidler's  Wife,  The                   title,  mentioned,  370 

Merchant's  Daughter  of  Bristol,  The  Ship-Carpenter's  love  to  the     t.  m.,  428 

Mermaid,  A  New  Song  called  the     title,  mentioned,  428 

Merry  and  AVise              title,  215,  217 

Merry  Gossips  Vindication,  The        title,  quoted,  482 

"  Merry  Knaves  are  we  three -a  "         467 

Merry  Man's  Resolution,  The            title,  mentioned,  64 

Merry  Toper's  Advice,  The                sub-title,  502 

Methinks  the  poor  Town  has  been  troubled  too  long  "           quoted,  127 

"  Miladi  Clara  Vere  de  Vere  "  (Trowbesh  MS.)    Preface,  xv* 

Milkmaid,  the  Merry  Ploughman  and  The          title,  mentioned,  177 

Milkmaid's  Morning  Song,  The       title,  mentioned,  177,  179 

Milkmaid's  Resolution,  The               title,  525,  529 

Miller  and  the  King's  Daughter,  The                  title,  mentioned,  601 

Miller,  The  Hampshire title,  mentioned,  27 

Mills,  Dying  Words  of  Robert  Boxall  to  Margaret             title,  mentioned,  43 

Minute,  the  Lucky         title,  133 

Mirror  for  Magistrates,  A                  title,  quoted,  709,  711 

Mirror  for  Married  Women,  A         sub-title,  553 

Mirror  of  the  Times,  The                  sub-title,  mentioned,  356 

Mirth  and  Joy  after  Sorrow  and  Sadness             sub-title,  260 

Miser  Slighted,  The  Old                    title,  mentioned,  148 

Miser,  The  Old  ("  What  ails  thee,  Old  Fool  ?  ") title,  mentioned,  506 

Misery  one  suffers  by  being  too  kind,  Relation  of  the           sub-title,  478 

Misfortune,  Fair  Margaret's             title,  640,  641 

Misfortune,  the  Mariner's                  title,  mentioned,  364,  368 

Miss,  The  Crafty  title,  mentioned,  170 

Mistress,  A  Noble  Seaman's  Address  to  his            sub-title,  mentioned,  43,  438 

Mistress,  (Ballad  composed  by  a  Lover)  in  Praise  of  his       title,     19 

Mistress  Mitchel  and  Borlan             title,  200,  201 

Mistress  of  Phil'arete,  The  (by  George  Wither) ....                   title,  quoted,  108 

Mock-Beggar's  Hall      title,  737,  761  ;  given,  762 

Mock  Song  (id  est,  Parody),  A         title,  mentioned,  33 

Mock  to  "  Be  gone;  thou  fatal  fiery  fever,"  A    title,  mentioned,  564 

Moderation  and  Alteration                title  and  alternate  burdens,  755 


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Moderation,  moderation,  this  icas  ancient  moderation            burden,  merit.,  755 

Modish  Courtier,  The    sub-title,  56 

Moggie's  Jealousy,  A  new  song  of    title  and  time,  170,  171,  228,  251 

Money  is  an  Ass              snb-title,  13 

Money,  The  Wonderful  Praise  of     title,  15,  16 

Monk  (see  "  General  George,"  also  "  General  Monk  ")         136 

Monk  hath  confounded  (  =My  L.  M.'s  March  to  London  ?)  tune,  136,  137 

Monmouth's  Jig,  The  Duke  of         tune,  56,  57,  170 

Monstrous  Shape,  A       title,  mentioned,  64,  208 

Montrose's  Lines  ;  or,  A  proper  new  Ballad       title,  581  to  583 

Moods,  Love's  (see  'Love's  Moods')                    title,  quoted,  11 

Moore  of  Moor  Hall   and  the  Dragon  of  "Wantley              title  mentioned,  725 

More  .News  from  from  the  Fleet       title  mentioned,  217,  725 

More  Strange  News  from  the  Narrow  Seas         sub-title,  mentioned,  428 

Mother -in-law,  My  (Trowbesh  MS.)                      title  and  burden,  quoted,  339 

"  Mother,  let  me  marry  " mentioned,  237 

Mother's  Counsel  to 'her  Daughter  after  Marriage,  The        sub-title,  349 

Mountebank  of  York,  The                 tune,  mentioned,  368 

Mounseur's  Almaigne  (sic)                tune,  384 

Mournful  Bride,  The  Seaman's  (properly,  Sorrowful  Bride) title,  444  ■ 

Mournful  Shepherd,  The                   title,  61,  63 

Mucedorus  (  =  Musidorus)  and  Amadine                sub-title,  662,  664 

"  Much  they  prized  his  lightest  word"  (private  issue,  cf.  p.  xxxii*)  xiv* 

Musgrave  and  the  Lady  Barnard,  The  old  Ballad  of  Little   title,  631 

Musgrave,  Lord  Barnard  and  the  Little               title,  629,  649 

Musgrove  and  Lady  Barnet,  Lamentable  Ballad  of  the  Little               title,  633 

"  Musing  on  the  roaring  ocean  "  (by  Burns)           title,  445 

My  bleeding  heart  with  grief  and  care                  tune,  mentioned,  108 

"  My  daughter  dear,  now  since  you  are  become  a  bride  "          349 

"  My  dear  and  only  love,  I  pray  "        mentioned,  555,  581  ;  given,  581 

"  My  dear  and  only  love,  take  heed  "  556,  581  to  583 

"  My  dearest  baby,  prithee  sleep  "        mentioned,  576 

"  My  dearest,  come  hither  to  me  "       mentioned,  170 

"  My  dearest  dear  and  I  must  part  "    tune,  789,  790 

"  My  dearest  dear,  could  I  relate  "      mentioned,  156 

"  My  dearest  Katy,  prithee  be  but  constant  now  " mentioned,  170 

My  dearest  Love  and  I  must  part      tune,  283,  789 

"  My  fairest  and  rarest  "  mentioned,  292 

"  My  fairest,  my  dearest,  I've  heard  what  thou'st  told  "            292,  295 

My  father  teas  bom  before  me  !         burden,  329 

"  My  friend  and  T,  we  drank  whole  pint  pots  "       misquoted,  505 

"My  friend,  whose  thirst  for  ballad-lore  "              Dedication,  539 

My  heart  isfilVd  with  woes,  etc burden,  474 

"  My  husband  builded  me  a  bower  "  (see  '  Sweet  "Willie  ')        mentioned,  570 

My  hind  heart  hath  undone  me           burden,  337 

My  Lord  Monk's  march  to  London  (Monk  hath  confounded  ?)      tune  326,  327 

"  My  Love  has  built  a  bonny  Ship  "    mentioned,  442 

My  Love  he  is  safely  returned  from  France          burden,  70 

"  My  Love,  I  come  to  take  my  leave"                    mentioned,  148 

"  My  Love  is  on  the  brackish  Sea  "     177,  350,  477,  445  ;  given,  444 

My  Maidenhead  is  such  a  load           ....               burden,  quoted,  251 

My  Maidenhead  will  undo  me  I          burden  varies,  250 

"  My  Mother  duns  me  every  day  "       mentioned,  148 

My  Mother-in-law  !       (to  most  men  an  intolerable),  burden,  339 

"  My  noble  friends,  give  ear "              523 

"My  noble  Muse,  assist  me  !  "            mentioned,  428 


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PAGE 

My  own  dear  Nanny,  my  fair  one  " mentioned,  170 

My  pretty  little  Rogue  "  mentioned,  254 

My  pretty  Turtle  Dove,  my  Love,"  etc.  208,  213 

My  Shepherd's  unkind,  alas!  what  shall  I  do?" 91 ;  given,  131 

My  son,  if  you  reckon  to  wed "        216 

My  sweetest,  my  fairest,  my  rarest,  my  dearest  "  73 

My  Wife  will  be  my  Master              title,  mentioned,  237 

My  youthful  charming  Fair  !  "         mentioned,  639 


NANCY  at  her  last  Prayer             title,  mentioned 

Nanny,  Jealous      title,  mentioned 

Nanny,  The  Loves  of  Tommy  and   sub-title 

"  Near  a  fair  fountain  a  damsel  sat  weeping  "        mentioned 

"  Near  to  a  fountain  all  alone "  mentioned 

"  Near  unto  Dover  lived  of  late  "        mentioned 

Necessitated  Virgin,  The                   title,  mentioned 

Nectar  preferred  before  scornful  Cynthia  sub -title 

Ned  Smith  (see  Smith,  Wofull  Lam.  of  Edward)  tune,  280,  281 

Nell  and  Harry  (=  Nelly's  Constancy)  title,  mentioned,  283,  789  to 

Nelly's  Constancy           title,  27,  283  ;  given,  789 

Nelly's  Sorrow  at  parting  with  Henry  title,  283  ;  given,  789 

Neptune's  raging  Fury  title,  431 

Never  was  Woman  more  false  than  you                 burden  varies 

New  Stave  to  an  old  Tune,  A  title 

News  for  Young  Men  and  Maids      title 

News  from  Hyde  Park       title,  315 

News  from  the  Fleet,  More               title,  mentioned,  217 

News  from  the  Narrow  Seas,  More  Strange        sub-title,  mentioned 

News  of  the  Worthy  and  Valiant  Exploits,  etc mentioned 

News  out  of  Germany  of  a  Jew,  Wonderful  strange              title 

Nick  and  Froth,  title,  315,  485  ;  given 

Night  Encounter,  The   title,  mentioned 

Nimble-pated  Youngster's  Forgeries,  The            sub-title,  mentioned 

No  body  else  shall  enjoy  thee  but  I ! burden 

No  body  else  shall  plunder  but  I       tune 

No  charm's  above  her,  Oh  !  how  I  love  her,  etc burden 

No  love  like  a  Contented  mind  tune 

No  Love,  no  Life  !         title,  88,  89 

"  No  more,  silly  Cupid,  will  I  sigh  or  complain  "  mentioned 

No  Wealth  can  compare  unto  True  Love  sub-title 

Noble  Acts  of  King  Arthur,  The     title 

"  Noble  Argyle,  when  he  went  on  "     

Noble  Lord's  Cruelty,  The  title,  682 

Noble  Prodigal,  The      title,  489 

Noble's  Frollic,  Mark    title,  315,  468,  509,  510 

"  None  can  endure  the  Flames  of  Love  "  mentioned 

North  Country  Lass,  The                  tune,  mentioned 

Northamptonshire  Knight's  Daughter,  The         title,  mentioned 

Northamptonshire  Lovers,  The  title,  273 

Northern  Ditty  of  the  Lady  Green-sleeves,  a  New  title,  mentioned 

Northern  Jig,  A  New     tune,  280,  681 

Northern  Lass's  Ballow,  The  (R.  Brome's)         given 

Northern  Tune,  A  new  ... .  tune, 

"  Not  a  drum  was  heard,  nor  a  funeral  note  "        mentioned 

Nothing  Venture,  nothing  Have       sub-title,  115 

"  Now  comes  on  the  glorious  year"  (properly,  "  Now,  now")  and  tune,  617 

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33 
170 

174 
236 
27 
27 
236 
226 
681 
792 
791 
795 
432 
29 
449 
8 
495 
725 
428 
375 
688 
486 
557 
212 
73 
73 
149 
354 
91 
57 
274 
722 
621 
683 
490 
514 
177 
307 
27 
274 
397 
773 
575 
495 
193 
116 
621 


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The  Roxburrjhe  Ballads'  Index 


Now  fare  thee  weel,  sweet  Ennerdale  " 

Now  tare  thee  well,  my  dearest  dear  " 

Now  farewell  to  St.  Giles's"  (given  in  Amanda  Group) 

Now  God  above,"  vel ''  Now  God  alone  " 

Now  I  am  iu  a  merry  vein  " 
■  Now  listen,  and  be  not  mistaken  "    

Now  listen  to  my  song,  good  people  all " 

Now  my  dearest  sweet  jewel" 

Now,  now  the  Fight's  done  ! 
;  Now,  now  the  Tories  all  shall  stoop  " 

Now,  now  you  blind  Boy  !  you  clearly  deny  "    

Now  or  never 
;  Now  that  bright  Phcebus  his  rays  doth  display  " 

Now  the  Tyrant  hath  stolen  my  dearest  away"  

;  Now  thou  knowest  I  love  more" 

:  Now  Trading  is  dead,  I  resolve  to  contrive  " 

Now  we  have  our  Freedom 
;  Now  would  I  give  my  life  to  see  "    

Nymph,  The  Devonshire 

Nymph,  The  West  Country 


PAGE 

588,   589 

mentioned,  115 

mentioned,     64 

variations,  469 

269 

mentioned,  170 

706 

124 

tune,  mentioned,  254 

mentioned,  339 

mentioned,  254 

sub-title,  58,   140 

108,   137 

tune,  64  to  70,  1 1 5 

mentioned,  564 

532 

tune,  336,  337 

mentioned,  136 

title,  92,  93,     97 
title,  428  ;  given,  441 


0 


!  and  Oh  !  [indexed  toqether,  as  though  identical,  beinq  often  interchanged.") 
(  "  0  Chloris  !  awake  !  "   (properly,  "Ah  !  Chloris")  tune,  123,  127,  131 

O  Cupid  !  thou  now  art  too  cruel " mentioned,  170 

O!  did  you  not  hear  of  a  rumour  of  late  ?  "        mentioned,  208 

O  !  do  not,  do  not  hill  me  yet,  for  I  am  not  prepared  tn  die    burden,  557 

O  !  England,  England,  'tis  high  time  to  repent"  (lloxb.  Coll.,  III.  236),  440 

O,  England  !  now  lament  in  tears  !  " 

Oh  !  English-men  with  Eomish  hearts" 

O,  hark  !  my  Love  " 

Oh,  Love  !  that  stronger  art  than  Wine  " 

0  !  man  in  desperation  

Oh,  my  dearest !  come  away  " 

0  no,  no.  no  !  not  yet     

0  noble  England,  fall  down  upon  thy  knee  " 

0  open  the  door,  Lord  Gregory  !  "  (Scotch  fragment) 

0  open  the  door,  Love  Gregory  !  "    (Ditto.) 

0  open  the  door,  some  pitty  to  show  !  " 

0  !  pity  a  Lover  who  lies,  I  declare  " 

O  pity,  Arminda,  those  passions  I  bear  !  " 

0  saw  ye  my  father,  and  saw  ye  my  mother?  "    

'  0  ! '  says  the  cuckoo,  loud  and  stout "  (bis) 

0,  such  a  fellow' s  Trne-Blue  ! 

0  such  a  Rogue  would  be  hang'd  ! 

0  !  that  I  were  with  my  true-love  !  " 

0  !  that  I  were  young  for  you 

0  !  the  Boys  of  Kilkenny  are  all  roving  blades  " 

0  treacherous  Lovers,  what  do  you  intend  ?  " 

0  wanton  King  Edward  !  " 

0  welcome,  my  dearest !  welcome  to  the  shore  !  " 

0  wert  thou  in  the  cauld  blast  " 

0  !  wha  is  that  at  my  chamber  door  ?" 

0  wha  will  shoe  my  bonny  feet  ?  "  (bis) 

0  !  what  a  pitiful  passion  !  " 

Oh  !  what  a  madness  'tis  to  borrow  or  lend  !  "    

0  !  who  '11  comb  my  yellow  locks  ? " 


quoted, 

quoted, 

tune,  259, 

400 
389 
260 
241 

tune 

,  mentioned, 

389 
116 

tune,  557, 

583 

384 
212 

quoted, 

612 
193 

mentioned, 

33 

38, 

65 

quoted, 
301, 

304 
305 

burden,  quoted, 
burden,  mentioned, 

256 
276 

mentioned, 

217 

tune, 

mentioned, 

336 

quoted, 

360 

mentioned, 

33 

mentioned, 

66 

second  part, 

416 

mentioned, 

204 

quoted, 
quoted, 

201 
610 

mentioned, 

276 
346 

mentioned, 

612 

First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes.  835 

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"  0  who  would  fix  his  eyes  "  328 

"  0  why  does  my  True-Love  so  sadly  disdain  ?  "    33  ;  given,     34 

"  0  ye  powers  be  kind  unto  me  !  "        81 

"  0  yes  !  0  yes  !  I  cry"    ...  mentioned,     28 

Oak  Table,  The  (Tom  Dibdin's,  '  I  had  knock'd  out  the  dust ')  title,  ment.,  690 

Observation,  The  Good-Fellow's      sub-title,  quoted,  256 

"  Obstinate  as  mule,  we  know  him"  {Trowbesh  MS.)  Preface,  xv* 

Obtaining  of  the  Great  Galleazzo,  The  title,  381 

Ocram  {vel  Aughrim  ?),  The  Lass  of  title,  609,  613 

"  Of  a  constant  young  Seaman  a  story  I'll  tell  "    410,  447 

"  Of  a  maiden  that  was  deep  in  love  "  mentioned,  318 

Of  all  sorts  of  tradesmen,  a  Sailor  for  me  !          burden,  mentioned,  414 

"  Of  all  the  brave  birds  that  ever  I  see  "  ....  299 

"  Of  an  ancient  story  I'll  tell  you  anon  "  {Percy  Fol.  3fS.)     mentioned,  746 

"  Of  English  acts  I  intend  to  write  "  mentioned,  217 

"  Of  Greece  and  Troy  I  shall  you  tell"  ' 544 

"  Of  Hector's  deeds  did  Homer  sing" mentioned,  7^5 

"  Of  horned  Vulcan  1  have  heard  "     mentioned,  64,  208 

"  Of  late  did  I  hear  a  young  damsel  complain  "     quoted,  525,  528 

"  Of  late  I  did  hear  a  young  man  domineer  "         529 

"  Of  Nelson  and  the  North  sing  the  glorious  days  renown'd  " mentioned,  431 

Offender,  A  Ilarden'd  ( Troiobcs h  MS.)                 title  {Preface),  xv* 

"  Oft  have  I  heard  tbe  wives  complain  "  mentioned,  326 

Ogle,  The  Lady  Catharine                 tune,  mentioned,  618 

Old  and  Young  Courtier,  The           title,  754  to  759,  761 

Old  Man's  Complaint,  The                 title,  mentioned,  276 

Old  Man's  Wish,  The    title,  505  to  507 

Old  Shepherd  on  his  Pipe,  The         title,  318 

Old  Sir  Simon  the  King :....  tune,  276,  317,  323 

"  Old  stories  tell  how  Hercules  a  Dragon  slew  at  Lerna  "        mentioned,  725 

"  Old  Time  and  I  set  out  together  "     Editorial  Preface,  xix* 

Old  Woman's  Wish,  The                   title  {bis)  mentioned,  506 

Olfrey,  The  Old  Abbot  and  King     title,  750,  753 

Oliver,  Little  (Wm.  S.  Gilbert's  Bab  Ballad)     quoted,  263 

Olympia's  Unfortunate  Love  title,     21 

Omnia  vincit  Amor        burden  and  tune  mentioned,  218,  228,  763 

"  On  Friday  morning  as  we  set  sail  "  mentioned,  428 

"  On  Hellespont,  guilty  of  true-love's  blood"         quoted,  556 

"  On  the  banks  of  a  river,  close  under  the  shade  " mentioned,  127 

"  Once  did  I  love  a  bonny  bonny  bird  "                   quoted,  525,  528 

"  Once  did  I  love  and  a  very  pretty  girl  "  mentioned,  528 

"  One  evening,  a  little  before  it  was  dark  "  315,  496 

"  One  night  as  I  lay  on  my  bed  "         207 

"  One  night  at  a  very  late  hour  "         315,  510 

"  One  Saturday  night  we  sate  late  at  the  Rose"    mentioned,     15 

"  One  summer  evening,  fresh  and  fair  "  110 

Open  me  the  window,  my  Love,  do  !  buiden  varies,  207 

Opportunity  Lost            title,  mentioned,  292 

Orange,  An burden,  mentioned,  and  tune,  515 

Otterbourne,  The  Scots  Song  made  of                  title,  quoted,  739 

Our  Lady  of  Pain  (A.  C.  Swinburne's  "  Dolores")  burden,  quoted,  467 

"  Our  Lords  are  to  the  mountains  gane  "  mentioned,  597 

Our  noble  King  in  his  progress         and  tune,  428,  429  ;  given,  786 

Our  Prince  is  welcome  out  of  Spain tune,  695 

"  Ours  came  to  Cales,  three  thousand  cannon  shot  "  420 

"  Out  from  the  horror  of  infernal  deeps"  quoted,  668 


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"  Over  hills  and  high  mountains "  and  tune,  123,  124,  126 

"  Over  the  mountains,  and  under  the  waves "        quoted,  123 

Overthrow,  Beauty's      ....  title,  58,  59 

Overthrow,  Fair  Rosamond's  sub-title,  676 

Overthrow,  The  True  Lover's  ....                 title,  120 

Oxfordshire  Betty           title,  quoted,  300 

Oxfordshire  Tragedy,  The  title,  mentioned,  28 

PR.,  In  Defence  of  the                Trou-besh  3ISS.  {Preface),  xvi* 

.      Packington's  Pound  tune,  331,  332,  346,  435*,  480,  483 

Painted  in  Full  Canonicals  (Trowbesh  MS.,  partially  repressed)    Preface,  xiv* 

"  Paltry  traducer  of  our  Shakespeare's  name  "  Editorial  responsibility,  720 

Panegyric  Verses  upon  Coryat  and  his  '  Crudities  '  title,  mentioned,  733 

Pantomime,  A  New  (Edward  Kenealey's  '  Goethe  ')  title,  mentioned,  701 

Paradise  and  the  Peri  (Tommy  Moore's)  title,  quoted,       1 

Paragon  of  the  Times,  The  Peerless suh-title,  mentioned,  356 

Parents,  A  Warning  to sub-title,  mentioned,     27 

Part  my  love  and  me  (tf.  p.  789)       burden  varies,  444 

"  Parthenia  unto  Chloe  cried  "  (cf.  "  Sitting  beyond")  tune,  47,     52 

Partheniades  (by  George  Puttenham)  title,  mentioned,  376 

Parthenia's  Complaint  (see  also  Answer  to  it,  p.  50)  title,  30,  46,     47 

Passage  to  the  Elizium  [sic]  Shades,  Address  to  Charon  for  a  title,     24 

Passage  crown' d  with  joy,  etc.,  Flora's  lamentable  title,     98 

Passion,  Love's  Dying    title,  109 

Passion,  Love's  Unspeakable  ,  title,     83 

Passion  of  my  Lord  of  Essex,  A        title,  quoted,  404 

Passionate  Lover,  The  (=  "  As  I  sate")  title,  mentioned,  296 

Passionate  Lover,  The  (  =  "  Sighs  and  groans")  title,  296,  297 

Pattern  of  Constancy,  The  True       title,  43,     44 

Pattern  of  Love,  A  '       title,  284 

Pattern  of  Loyalty,  The  True  title,  mentioned,     28 

Pattern  of  True  Love,  A  sometimes  title,  sometimes  sub-title,  681  to  683 

Pauper's  Death-Bed  (=  "Tread  softly,  bow  the  head")    title,  mentioned,  713 

"  Peace,  wayward  bairn  !■"  575 

Peerless  Paragon  of  the  Times,  The sub-title,  mentioned,  356 

Peggy,  Lovely  .....         quoted,  232 

Peggy's  Complaint  for  the  Death  of  her  Willy   title,  mentioned,   382 

Penelope,  Constant         sub-title,  552,  553 

Penny-worth  of  Good  Counsel  for  Bad-Husbands,  A  lumping     title,  216,  482 

Penny-worth  of  Wit  for  a  Penny,  Two  title,  479,  482,  483 

Pensive  Maid,  The  title,  mentioned,  254 

Pensive  Prisoner's  Apology,  The       title,  mentioned,  557 

Petition  to  beautiful  Phillis,  The  loving  Shepherd's  humble  sub-title,   143 

Phaon,  Young  (="  Young  Phaon  sate")  and  tune,  7,  100,   101 

Phaon,  Young  (  =  "  Young  Phaon  strove")        and  tune,  7,  100,  101,  130 

Phaon's  humble  petition  to  beautiful  Phillis        title,  101,  143 

Phil'arete,  Fair  Virtue  the  Mistress  of  title  (Wither's),  quoted,  108 

Phillida flouts  me  !         burden  and  title,  460,  461,  473 

Phillida,  my  Phillida,  is  all  the  world  to  me !    (Dobson's)  burden,  quoted,  460 
Philip  and  Mary  (  =  "  To  every  faithful  Lover  ")  title,  mentioned,  431 

Phillis  and  Amintas        sub-title,  mentioned,  108 

"  Phillis,  be  gentler,  I  advise "  88 

Phillis  on  the  new-made  hay  tune,  108,  109,  113,  115,  116 

Phoenix,  Fancy's  tune  and  title,  354,  356 

Physic,  An  Antidote  of  rare  title,  354,  356 

Pilgrims,  The  Three       tune,  515 


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PAGE 

Pin  for  the  Spaniards,  A  registered  title,  mentioned,  398 

Pining  Lover,  The          sub-title,  mentioned,  276 

Pipe,  The  old  Shepherd  on  his         .....  ....  title,  318 

Plaintes  du  Juif-Errant title,  mentioned,  692 

Planter's  Song,  The       title,  mentioned,  328 

Playhouse  tune                (various)  tunes,  573,  etc. 

Plough!  God  speed  the title,  520,  521,  523 

Plough,  The  Painful      title,  mentioned,  520 

Plough,  The  Useful        title,  mentioned,  520 

Plough-man  and  Milk-Maid,  The  Merry  title,  mentioned,  177 

Ploughman,  True  Blue  the                title,  mentioned,  520,  531,  532 

Ploughman's  Art  of  Wooing,  The     title,  526 

Ploughman's  Honour  made  known   tune,  343,  345 

Ploughman's  Prophecy,  The              title,  mentioned,       5 

Politic  Girl,  The             title,  mentioned,  170 

Politic  Young  Man,  The                    title,  mentioned,  212 

Poor  Goridon  did  sometimes  sit "      quoted,  586 

Poor  Eobin's  Maggot     tune,     55 

:  Poor  Tom  the  Tailor,  don't  lament  "  quoted,  300 

Portsmouth,  The  Love-sick  Maid  of title,  177,  186 

Posie  for  pretty  Maidens,  A  pretty   sub-title,  137 

Power,  Love's                 title,  mentioned,  170 

Power,  Love's  Unlimited                   title,  mentioned,  122 

Praise  of  his  Mistress,  Ballad  by  a  Lover  in        title,     19 

Praise  of  Money,  The  Wonderful     title,  15,     16 

Praise  of  Sailors  here  set  forth,  The      title,  mentioned,  431,  796  ;  given,  797 

Praise  of  the  Black- Jack,  In             title  {Ma),  466,  469 

Praise  of  the  Leathern  Bottel,  A  Song  in  title,  470 

Prayer  and  Progress,  A  new  Song  of  title,  mentioned,  381 

Prayer,  Nancy  at  her  last                  title,  mentioned,     33 

Prelude,  Editorial           Introductory  Notes,  xxxi 

'Prentice  obtained  his  Master's  Daughter,  The    sub-title,  mentioned,  115,  263 

Presbyter's  Wish,  Jack title,  mentioned,  505 

'  Pretty  Betty,  now  come  to  me "        157 

Pride  abated,  Summer's sub-title,  103 

Prince  and  Princess,  The  Wandering  title,  101  ;  given,  664 

Prince  of  England's  Courtship,  etc title,  mentioned,  571 

Princely  Wooing  of  the  Eair  Maid  of  London     title,  mentioned,     65 

Princess  Royal,  The        tune,  489,  491 

Prisoner's  Apology,  The  Pensive      title,  mentioned,  557 

Prisoners  in  Dublin,  A  copy  of  Verses  on  the      part-title,  mentioned,   148 

Prodigal,  The  Noble       ....-,  title,  489,  490 

Prodigious  Fate  tune,   145 

Prologue,  Editorial  Preface  vii* 

Prometheus  Unbound  (Shelley's)       title,  mentioned,  701 

Proper  new  Ballad,  A    title,  584 

Prophecy,  The  Ploughman's             title,  mentioned,       5 

Prophecy,  The  Protestant's               title,  mentioned,       5 

Prophecy,  The  Quaker's                    title,  5 ;  given,       6 

Protestant's  Prophecy,  The               title,  mentioned,       5 

Protestants,  The  noble  and  imprisoned  part-title,  mentioned,   148 

Pudding,  With  a~           burden  and  tune,  515 

QUAKER'S  Prophecy,  The  title,  5,       6 

Queen  and  the  Cobler                sub -title,  mentioned.  14  8 

Queen  at  Tilbury,  The  (Ballad  by  Delouey  on  the)  title,  mentioned,  381,  390 


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Queen  Dido time,  547,  518,  55:5 

"  Queen  Eleanor  was  a  sick  woman" G80 

Queen  Eleanor's  Confession              title,  672,  678,  680 

Queen,  Kate  the  (Browning's  Pippa  Passes)  title,  mentioned,  114 

Queene,  The  Faoiie  (Spenser's)         title,  quoted,  711 

Queen's  Old  Courtier,  The  tune,  757,  758 

Question  to  Cupid,  The  Bachelor's   sub-title,  meutioued,     31 

"  Quicquid  agit  Itufus,  nihil  est,  nisi  nsevia  Bufo  "  97 

"  Quhois  at  my  wiudo,  quho,  quho?"  quoted,  201 

RACE  of  the  Sheriffmuir,  The      title,  quoted,  617 

Raderer  tu,  tandara  te,  etc burden,  404,  405 

Ragged  and  torn  and  trite  burden  and  tune,  276,  323,  324,  532 

Rainbow,  Captain  Ward's  Fight  with  the  title,  375 

Raleigh  sailing  to  the  Low-lauds,  Sir  Walter     title,  417 

Ramble,  The  City  ....  sub-title,  509,  513 

Ramble  through  the  City,  The  ranting  Gallant's  sub-title,  mentioned,  509 

Rambler,  The  Ranting  

"  Ranging  the  silent  shades  " 

Rant,  The  Hart  {query  Hare?)  Merchant's 
Eant,  The  New 

Ranting  Rambler.  The  

Rare  News  for  the  Female  Sex 

Readiness  of  the  Shires,  etc.,  A  Joyful  Sonnet  of  the 

Reasons  for  Drinking,  Five 

Rebellion,  Mar's  Lament  for  his 

Recantation,  P'air  Isabel's  mournful 

Recantation,  The  Bad-Husband's     

Receiving  of  the  Queen's  Majesty  into  her  Camp  at  Tilbury title,  381,  393 

Reformation,  Wade's  {Bag ford  Ballad)  title,  quoted,  336,  465,  469 

Reformed  Drinker,  The title,  276,  317 

Regret  of  a  true  Lover  for  his  Mistress's  Unkindness  sub-title,  557,  584 

"  Rejoice,  England "  mentioned,  382 

"  Bejoice  in  heart,  good  people  all"    mentioned,  388 

Relation  of  the  great  Floods,  A  true.     (By  J.  White,  "  O  England,")  m.,  440 
Relation  of  the  Life  and  Death  of  Sir  Andrew  Barton       title,  mentioned,  367 

Relation  of  the  misery  one  suffers  by  being  too  kind  sub-title,  478 

Releasement,  The  Algiers  Slave's     title,  410,  447 

Remonstrance,  A  Cavalier's  {Troubesh  MS.)       title  {Preface),  xiv* 

Renown,  The  Seaman's  (  =  The  Fair  Maid's)        sub-title,  mentioned,  367,  414 

Renown,  The  Seaman's  (=The  Jovial  Mariner) sub-title,  367  to  369 

Renown,  The  Seaman's  (  =  "  There  was  a  bold  S.")  (res.  for  vol.  vii.)  t  m.,  229 
"  Repent,  England,  Repent!"  first  line,  or  burden,  or  title  {cf.  693),  389 

Repent  therefore,  O  England,  repent  while  you  have  space  !   burden,  693 

Repentance,  A  Soldier's  (see  "  Song  made'")      title,  283,  284 

Repentance,  The  Bad-Husband's     sub-title,  480 

Repentance  Too  Late     title,  47.  50,  51  ;  given,     52 

Report  of  a  Fight  at  Sea  in  the  Straits,  etc title,  mentioned,  411 

Reprehension  against  Green- Sleeves  (Elderton's)  title,  mentioned,   397 

Reprieved  Captive,  The title,  mentioned,  152 

Repulsive  {i.e.  Repellant)  Maid,  The  title,  200,  208,  209 

Requited,  True  Love      title,  243 

Resolution,  Jenny's  Prudent  (  =  ""l'was  within  ")  title,  mentioned,  236 

Resolution,  The  Constant  Maiden's title,  mentioned.  161,  428 

Resolution,  The  English  Seaman's    title,  mentioned,  276 

Resolution,  The  Good-Fellow's        title,  339,  342,  343 


title,  514, 

518 

mentioned, 

639 

tune,  619, 

620 

tune,  509,  510, 

518 

....    title.  514, 

518 

title,  mentioued, 

237 

title,  mentioned, 

3S1 

title, 

318 

title, 

621 

title, 

769 

second  title, 

499 

First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Times.  839 

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Resolution,  The  Loyal  Damosel's     sub-title,  293 

Resolution,  The  Merry  Man's           title,  mentioned,     64 

Resolution,  The  Milk-maid's  •  title,  525,  529 

Resolution,  The  Ranting  Young  Man's               sub-title,  mentioned,  525 

Resolution,  The  Sea-man's  Wife's  ranting          title,  quoted,  445 

Resolution,  The  Virtuous  Maid's      title,  mentioned,  274 

Resolution  to  beat  back  the  Spaniards,  England's  title,  mentioned,  398 

Resolved  Lover,  The      title,  mentioned,  217 

Resurrection,  A  Glorious                   title,  mentioned,  381 

Return  from  the  Indies,  The  Gallant  Seaman's  title,  414,  415 

Return,  Love's                title,  mentioned,  66,     69 

Return  of  his  Loyal  Love,  The  Happy  sub-title,     29 

Return  of  the  Figure  of  Two  title,  323,  324 

Return,  The  Seaman's  Joyful            title,  mentioned,  119 

Return,  The  Soldier's     title,  mentioned,     99 

Return,  The  Valiant  Seaman's  happy                  title,  mentioned,  254 

Returns  of  the  Kind  Lady,  The  Comfortable      sub-title,  mentioned,   148 

Revechia,  A  Song  to      title,     38 

Revenge,  Cupid's  (="  A  King  once  reign'd")  title,  254,  659,   661 

Revenge,  Cupid's  (  =  "Now,  now,  you  blind  Boy")  title,  mentioned,  254 

Review  of  the  Times  (Thomas  Jordan's)              title,  mentioned,  328 

Rich  Farmer's  Ruin       title,  534  to  53* 

Rich  Widow's  Wooing,  A  merry  new  song  of  a title,  quoted,  252 

Ring  of  Gold,  The  (original  ballad  not  found]     tune,  638,  639 

Rise,  Chloris,  charming  maid  !  "       123 

Robin  Hood  and  the  Curtal  Friar     title,  mentioned,  570 

Robin  Hood's  Golden  Prize               title,  mentioned,     64 

Robin  the  Devil              tune,  mentioned,  252 

Robin's  Maggot,  Poor    tune,     55 

Rock  Royal,  Fair  Isabel  of                title,  mentioned,  612 

Roger  and  Mary              title,  mentioned,   170 

Room  for  a  Ballad          title,  mentioned,  506 

Roman  Charity  (  =The  Roman  Wife)  title,  mentioned  (vide  vol.  vii.),  541,  796 

Rome,  A  Ballad  for        sub-title,  mentioned,  506 

Rosamond,  A  mournful  ditty  of  the  Death  of  Fair  title,  668 

Rosamond  (Michael  Drayton's)  Heroical  Epistle  from  Fair       title,  ment.,  668 

Rosamond  (Samuel  Daniel's),  The  Complaint  of  title,  quoted,  668 

Rosamond,  The  Life  and  Death  of  Fail-               title,  667,  672,  673 

Rosamond's  Overthrow  sub-title,  676 

Rosebery's  Intelligence  (Trowbesh  MS.)  Preface,  xv* 

Round  about  our  coal  fire                  tune,  mentioned,  276 

Royal  Triumph,  The      title,  mentioned,  367 

Royal  Victory,  The         title,  368 ;  given,  435 

Rucklaw-Hill,  The  bonny  Lass  of    title,  mentioned,  612 

Ruin,  The  Rich  Farmer's  title,  534  to  536 

Ruined  Lover,  The         title,  mentioned,  236 

;  Russell  on  the  Ocean,  minding  Tourville's  motion  "  446 

Russell  scouring  the  French  Fleet,  Admiral        title,  mentioned,   368 

Russell  scouring  the  Seas  sub-title,  mentioned,  368,  445  ;  given,  446 

Russell's  Farewell           tune,  mentioned,  190 

Russell's  Triumph          tune,  mentioned,   156 

SACK  for  my  Money    title,  318,  319 

"  Sad  as  death,  at  dead  of  night  "                and  tune,  50,     52 

Suiting  in  the  Lowlands,  The            ....                  burden  and  tune,  421 

Sail-man's  Lamentation,  The  love-sick  sub-title,     34 


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Sailor  Son?.     (By  the  late  Dr.  J.  Le  Guy  Brereton  )  title  (motto),  302 

Sailors  and  Sea-Affairs,  The  Praise  of  title,  431  ;  given,  797 

Sailors  for  mv  Money     title,  779,  796,  797 

Sailor's  Joy,  The  ....  title  and  tune  mentioned,  3P8,  408,  409 

Sailors  new  Tantara,  The  ....  title,  mentioned,  402 

Saint  George  aud  the  Dragon  (  =  "  Of  Doctor's  deeds  ")       mentioned,  725 

Saint  George  and  the  Dragon  (  =  "  Why  should  we  hoast")  title,  726  ;  g.  727 
Saint  George  for  England,  and  Saint  Dennis  for  France  (S.S.'s)  title,  (j.  726 
St.  George  for  England,  William  Gruhb's  second  Part  of  title,  quoted,  726 
Saint  George  he  was  fur  England,  etc.  and  tune,  136,  726,  727,  729,  730,  7*>0 
Salisbury  Ballad,  The  (=""()h  !  Salsbury  people,  give  ear")         title,  m.  506 

Sally  in  our  Alley  (Henry  Carey's)  title,  mentioned,  473 

Salutation  on  Primrose  Hill,  The  S~weet  title,  quoted,  254 

Sandwich's  Farewell,  My  Lord         tune,     38 

Sappho,  Song  of  title,   100 

Satire  on  Coffee,  A         title,  mentioned,       6 

Satisfaction,  The  Subi'ect's  title,  mentioned,     82 

"  Says  Billy  to  Molly  ""    mentioned,  218 

Schoolmen.  Bedlam        title,  452 

Scholar  Gipsy  (Matthew  Arnold's,  cf.  Preface,  xxxii*)     title,  q.,  87,  450,  455 

Scorner  Scorned,  The     sub- title,  mentioned,  528 

Scotch  Haymakers,  The title  and  tune,  236,  237 

Scotch  Lover  Defeated,  The  sub-title,  mentioned,  292 

Scotch  Wedding,  Second  Part  of  the  title,  mentioned,   183 

Scotch  Wedding,  The     sub- title.  178 

Scots  Song  made  of  Otterbourne       title,  quoted,  739 

Scottish  Versions  of  Legendary  Ballads,  various 612 

Sea- Fight  between  Captain  Ward  and  the  Bainbow,  The     title,  422,  etc. 

Seaman  and  his  Love,  pleasant  new  Song  of  a  title,  mentioned,  367 

Seaman,  Betty's  Reply  to  the  Gallant  title,  416 

Seaman,  The  Undaunted  ...„  title,  mentioned,   148 

Seaman's  Adieu,  The  (="  Sweet  William  ")      title,  mentioned,  368 

Seaman's  Answer  to  his  Unkind  Lover,  The       title,  792 

Seaman's  Carol  for  taking  of  the  great  Carrack title,  mentioned,  398 

Seaman's  Compass,  The ...,,.  title,  mentioned,  64,  368 

Seaman's  doleful  Farewell,  The        title,  mentioned,   119 

Seaman's  happy  Return,  The  Valiant  title,  mentioned,  254 

Seaman's  Joyful  Return,  The  title,  mentioned,  119 

Seaman's  Lamentation,  The  title,  mentioned,   177 

Seaman's  last  Adieu  to  his  Mistress,  A  Noble     title,  43  ;  given,  438 

Seaman's  Renown,  The  (see  "  Renown  ")       three  titles,  229,  367  to  369,  414 

Seaman's  Resolution,  The  English   title,  mentioned,  276 

Seaman's  Return  from  the  Indies,  The  Gallant title,  414,  415 

Seaman's  Song  of  Captain  Ward,  The  title,  422,  425,  779  ;  given,  784 

Seaman's  Song  of  Dansekar  the  Dutchman,  The  ....     title,  422,  423 

Seaman's  Sorrowful  Bride  (al.  lect.,  mournful),  The   title,  177,  350,  351,  444 

Seaman's  Sufferings,  The  Gallant    sub-title,  431,  432 

Seaman's  Tantara  rara  tune,  401  to  403 

Seaman's  Victory,  The  title,  mentioned,  368 

Seaman's  Wife's  Ranting  Resolution,  The  title,  quoted,  445 

Sea-men  and  Land-soldiers,  Song  of  the  title,  quoted,  399 

Season,  A  Word  in         title,  58,   140 

Second  Part  of  the  Scotch  Wedding title,  mentioned,  183 

Secret  Lover,  The  title,  mentioned,  200,  205 

Sequels  to  "  I  loved  you  dearly  "  and  other  ballads  27,  28,  789,  791 

Sequels  to  Love's  Lamentable  Tragedy  various  titles,  82,  83,  85,     87 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes.  841 

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Serving-Man,  The  Lady  tnrn'd         sub-title,  567 

Serving-Man,  The  Love-sick  title,  26,  148,  149,  263 

Serving-Man's  Good  Fortune,  William  the  sub-title,  mentioned,  263 

Serving-Men,  The  Famous  Flower  of  title,  567 

Sex,  Hare  .News  for  the  Female        title,  mentioned,  237 

Shackley  Hay  tune,  mentioned,  557 

Shaking  of  the  Sheets,  The  ( =  "  Can  you  dance,"  etc.)        tune,  750,  753 

«  Shall  I,  shall  I  ?     No,  no,  no  !  "     title,  152,  156,  157 

"  Shall  I  wasting  in  despair."     (By  George  "Wither.)  mentioned,  296 

Shall  we  go  dance  the  Mound,  around  ?  etc.  burden,   364 

Shape,  A  Monstrous       ....  title,  mentioned,  64,  208 

Shapeless  Monster,  A     sub-title,  mentioned,  64,  208 

She  raise  and  loot  me  in burden  and  title,   197 

She  rose  and  let  we  in     burden  and  tune,  188,  197,  203 

"  She  sailed  west,  she  sailed  east"  (fragmentary) mentioned,  612 

Sheets,  The  Shaking  of  the  (see  "  Shaking")    tune,  750,   753 

Shepherd  and  Kind  Shepherdess,  The  Coy  sub-title,   128 

Shepherd  crowu'd  with  good  Success,  The  sub-title,  153 

Shepherd  made  happy,  The  Languishing  sub-title,  quoted,   102 

Shepherd  on  his  Pipe,  The  Old         title,  318 

Shepherd  Phaon's  Petition  to  beautiful  Thillis,  The  loving  title,  101,   143 

Shepherd,  The  Faithful title,  170,  174 

Shepherd,  The  Loving  title,  142,  143 

Shepherd,  The  Mournful  title,  61,     62 

Shepherd,  The  Unkind  sub-title,  mentioned,  130 

Shepherd  Tom,  The  Old  Ballet  of    title,  mentioned,  601 

Shepherdess,  The  Coy    title,  mentioned,  108 

Shepherdess,  The  Dying  ....  title,  mentioned,   133 

Shepherdess,  The  Forsaken  sub-title,     47 

Shepherdess,  The  Hard-hearted        sub-title,  224 

Shepherdess,  The  Lamenting  title,  mentioned,   130 

Shepherdess,  The  Surprised  title,  mentioned,  170 

Shepherdess,  The  Wanton  ....      sub-title,  134 

Shepherd's  Complaint,  The  title,  170,  232 

Shepherd's  Delight,  The  title,  mentioned,     66 

Shepherd's  Glory,  The  title,  268 ;  given,  269 

Shepherd's  Last  Legacy,  The  Unhappy  sub-title,  mentioned,   130 

Shepherd's  Love-Passion  Song,  The  sub-title,   105 

Shepherd's  Slumber,  The  title,  quoted,  650 

Shepherd's  Vindication,  The  Wronged  sub-title,     50 

Shepherd's  Wooing  of  Fair  Dulcina,  The  title,  164,  166 

Sheriff-muir,  The  Pace  of  the  title,  quoted,  617 

Shiftless  Student,  The   alternative  title,  450,  455  ;  given,  456 

Shilling,  The  Last  (Charles  Dibdin's)  title,  mentioned,  690 

"  Shining  stars  are  Celia's  eyes "         152 

Ship-Carpenter's  love  to  the  Merchant's  Daughter  of  Bristol        title,  m.,  428 

Shoe-maker  of  Jerusalem,  The  (see  "  Wandering  Jew  ")     title,  688,  693 

Shoe-maker  Outwitted,  The  title,  mentioned,     32 

Shooting  of  the  Gun  at  Court,  The  Dangerous   title,  mentioned,  389 

"  Should  you  be  passing  through  the  Weald  of  Kent  "  Prelude,  vii* 

Shrewsbury  for  me  !  burden,  title,  and  tune,  280,  359,  588,  359,  414 

Shrewsbury  [I 'would  give  a  thousand  pounds  thou  wert  in)      burden,  280,  281 

"  Shut  the  door  after  me,  pull  off  the  boule  !  "     quoted,  218 

Sick,  [sick],  and  very  sick  tune,  mentioned,  389 

"  Sick,  sick,  in  grave  I  would  I  were  !  "  title,  mentioned,  389 

"  Sighs  and  groans,  and  melancholy  moans  "  and  tune,  115,  296,  297 


842 


The  Roxburghe  Ballads'  Index 


Editorial  Intermezzo, 

burden,  726, 

mentioned,  422 ;  given, 


Since  her  beauty's  grown  a  snare  "    

Since  'It  was  in  the  prime  of  Cucumber-time 

Sing  Hoili  toit  qui  null  )J  /it -use 

Sing  we  seamen  now  and  then  " 

Sir,  do  not  think  these  words  have  flowed" 

Sir  Drake,  whom  well  the  world's  end  knew"    

Sir  Eglamour  title  and  tune,  mentioned,  136, 

Sir  Francis,  Sir  Francis,  Sir  Francis  is  come  "  

Sir  Guy  of  Warwick  (see  <  Guy  ')     ballads  on,  732  to 

Sir  Martin  Frobisher  (see  '  Frobisher  ')  ballads  and  poems  on,  398 

Sir  Walter  Raleigh  has  built  a  ship,  in  the  Netherland"       421 

Silting  beyond  (=by  yonder)  a  river  side "         and  tune,  46,     47 

Six  long  years  have  I  served  of  my  time  "  245 

Slave's  Releasement,  The  Algiers     ♦....    title,  110,  447 

Slee  willy  Ste'nsott,  and pretty  Peggy  Btnson      burdens,  mentioned,  292 


PAGE 

.  145 

310 
727 
423 
19 
376 
495 
377 
737 


Slighted  Maid,  The 

Slighted  Virgin,  The 

Slumber,  The  Shepherd's 

Smith,  Ned  (see  '  Smith,  The  wofull,'  etc.) 

Smith,  The  Industrious title 

Smith,  The  wofull  Lamentation  of  Edward 

So  I  am  resolved,  as  long  as  I  live  to  be  a  Good-Felloiv  still    burden,   245 

So  little  value  that  false  creature  Man  burden,  varies,     47 

So  sweet  is  the  Lass  that  lows  me      burden,  sub-title,  and  tune,  217,  762, 


title,  mentioned,  276 

title,  mentioned,  237 

title,  quoted,  650 

tune,  2X0,  281,  681 

mentioned,  485,  542 

title,  mentioned,  280 


Solace,  Love's 
Soldier  his  Eepeutance,  The 
Soldier,  The  King  and  the 
Soldier,  The  Valiant 

Soldiers,  Ballad  of  Encouragement  to  English     

Soldiers  of  the  North,  The  Courageous 

Soldier's  Return,  The     

Solomon  and  Balkis  (Queen  of  Sheba),  Browuing's 
Some  thirty,  or  forty,  or  fifty  at  least " 
Some  years  of  late,  in  'Eighty-eight" 
Somersetshire  Lady,  The 
Something  like  a  Martyr 


763 

title,  quoted,  218 

part  title,  283,  284,  307 

title,  786 

tune,  387 

title,  mentioned,  381 

title,  mentioned,  606 

title,  mentioned,  99 

title,  quoted,  746 


Song,  A  New 

Song  by  a  Person  of  Honour 

Song  by  Tom  D'Urfey,  A 

Song  for  the  Wandering  Jew  (Wordsworth's)     title. 

Song  in  John  Lyly's  "  Sappho  and  Phao,"  A  Three-part 

Song  in  Praise  of  the  Leather  Bottel 

Song  in  Sir  Charles  Sedley's  Comedy,  "The  Mulberry-Garden  " 

Song  made  by  a  Soldier  whose  bringing  up  had  been  dainty 

Song  of  a  Beggar  and  a  King,  A 

Song  of  Captain  Ward,  The  Seaman's  title,  422 

Song  of  Dansekar  the  Dutchman,  The  Seaman's 

Song  of  Prayer  and  Progress,  A  new 

Song  of  the  Sea-men  and  Land-soldiers 

Song  of  the  Wandering  Jew 

Song  on  Sir  Martin  Frobisher,  A  sorrowful 

Song  on  the  Lady  G—    -  by  Tom  D'Urfey 


379 

title,  mentioned,  33 
title  of  Prelude,  vii* 
title,  624,  625 


title, 

title, 

quoted, 

given, 

title, 


31 
617 
692 
467 
470 
130 
284 
659 
784 
423 
381 


Song  to  a  Beautiful  but  very  proud  Lady  (D'Urfcy's) 
Sorrow  at  Parting  with  Henry,  A  new  Song  of  Nelly's 
Sorrowful  Song  on  Sir  Martin  Frobisher,  A 
Sound  the  trumpets,  beat  the  drums,  etc. 


title, 

title,  658, 

425,  779  ;  given, 

title, 

title,  mentioned, 

title,  quoted,  399 

title,  779 

title,  mentioned,  398 

,      152 

title,  58,     59 

title,  283,  789 

title,  mentioned,   398 
burden  varies,  446 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes.  843 

PAGE 

Spaniard,  Dialogue  between  an  Englishman  and  a  title,  657 

Spaniards,  A  Pin  for  the  registered  title,  mentioned,  398 

Spaniards,  Victory  obtained  over  the  title,  mentioned,  384 

Spanish  Armada,  The  (from  "The  Siege  of  Curzola  '" 

Spanish  Lady's  Love,  The  title, 

Spanish  Navy,  The  late  distress  sustained  by  the 
Spanish  Tragedy,  A  new 

Spanish  Tragedy,  The    

Spendthrifts,  A  Caveat  for  all 

Spittle-fields,  Strange  and  Wonderful  News  from 

Spring's  Glory,  The       In  trod. 

Squire,  The  Faithful 

Squire,  The  Frantic 

Squire,  The  Last  Lamentations  of  the  Languishing  title,  170,  224  ;  given,  228 

Squire's  Grief  crowned  with  Comfort,  The  title,  226 

Stable  Groom  (see  "  Draw  near,  young  maidens  ")  book-trade  title,  263 

Stand  thy  ground,  Old  Harry !  tune,  mentioned,  252 

Standing  Toast,  The  ( =  "  The  moon  on  the  Ocean,"  C.D.'s)  title,  quoted,  790 
State  and  Ambition,  alas  !  will  deceive  you  "    ment.,  and  tune,  119,  120,  122 

Steh'  ich  in  finst  'rer  Mitternacht     ....  tune,  699 

Stella  and  Adonis,  The  Loves  of       sub-title,  mentioned,   188 

Step-mother's  Cruelty,  The  sub-title,  651 

Still  she  answered,"  No,  no,  no  !"  burden,   157 

Stormy  winds  do  blow  {When  the)  burden  and  tune,  428,  431,  432,  797 

Stout  Seamen,  come  away !  "  mentioned,  639 

Strange  Alterations         sub-titles,  456 


')         title, 

383 

653,  655,  657,  672, 

683 

title, 

382 

title,  mentioned, 

428 

title,  mentioned, 

547 

part-title, 

343 

6 

Notes,  xxi,  108,  136, 

137 

title,  mentioned, 

28 

title, 

225 

'&' 


Strange  aud  Cruel  "Whips,  etc  ,  The part  of  title,  382  ;  given,  387 

Strange  and  Wonderful  News  from  Spittlefields ....                 sub-title,  6 

Strauge  News  from  the  Narrow  Seas,  More        sub -title,  mentioned,  428 

Strange  News  out  of  Germany,  etc. ,  Wonderful title,  688 

Strange  News  to  England  lately  came  "              ....   mentioned,  108 

Street  Musician  (Wordsworth's  "An  Orpheus")                    quoted,  522 

Strephon  and  Chloris     title,  123,  127,  128 

Strephon,  The  Loves  of  Damon  and title,  152,  153 

Strephon,  Unfortunate   title,  mentioned,  130 

Strephon  vowed  and  swore  to  be  "    mentioned,  127 

Slrephon's  Answer  to  Flora's  Complaint              title,  99 

Strike  up,  you  lusty  Gallants  !  "       426 

Stubborn  Lover  Catch'd,  The           title,  mentioned,  133 

Student,  The  Shiftless   alternative  title,  ment.,  450,  455  ;  given,  456 

Subject's  Satisfaction,  The                title,  mentioned,  82 

Subject's  Wish,  The  Loyal                title,  mentioned,  224 

Subtle  Damosel's  Advice,  The          title,  mentioned,  177,  199 

Successful  Lover,  The    title,  mentioned,  218,  220 

Sufferings,  The  gallant  Seaman's     sub-title,  431,  432 

Sum  speike  of  lords,  sum  spekis  of  lairds"          quoted,  603 

Summer  time  (properly,  '  In  Summer  time,'  q.v.)                 tune,  567,  570,  789 

Summer's  Pride  abated  sub-title,  103 

Susan,  my  heart's  delight !  "             mentioned,  639 

Susan  of  Ashford,  The  Kentish  Yeoman  and      title,  mentioned,  639 

Sussex  Tragedy,  The  (="  Young  men  and  maidens")       title,  meutioned,  27 

Swain  made  happy,  The  Languishing          title,  mentioned,  26  to  29,  224,  793 

Swain,  The  Languishing                   title  and  tune,  26  to  29,  224,  793 

Swearers,  The  Thunderbolt  against title,  mentioned,  389 

Sweet  England's  Prize  is  gone  !   Well-a-day  .'" meutioned,  623 

Sweet,  if  thou  wilt  be,  as  I  am  to  thee"             277 


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Sweet  is  the  Lass  that  loves  me  ( ="  So  sweet") 

"  Sweet  Nelly,  my  heart's  delight"     

"  Sweet,  open  the  door,  and  let  me  come  in  !  " 
"  Sweet  Phillida,  be  kind  ! 

"  Sweet,  use  your  time,  abuse  your  time  " 

"  Sweet  Virgin,  hath  disdain  moved  you  to  passion?" 

"  Sweet  William  and  Pretty  Betty  "   

Sweet  "William's  Dream  on  his  Wedding-night  

"  Sweet  "Willie  and  fair  Annie  sat  a'  day  on  a  hill " 

Sweet  Willie  ( =  "My  husband  builded  me  a  bower ")      title 
"  Sweet,  youthful,  charming  Ladies  fair" 

Swimming  Lady,  The  (Bagford  Ballad) 

Sylvia,  The  fond  Lover's  Lamentation  for  the  Unkindness  of 


PAGE 

...    tune,  762, 

763 

...  mentioned, 

520 

209 

burden, 

76 

and  tune,  58, 

140 

255 

...  mentioned, 

368 

sub -title. 

641 

...  mentioned, 

644 

e,  mentioned, 

570 

672, 

676 

title, 

557 

sub-title, 

24 

TABLE  BOUND,  The  noble  acts  of  Arthur  of  the  title,  722 

Table,  The  Oak  (Tom  Dibdin's  "I  bad  knock'd  out  the  dust ")  t.  m.  690 

Tailor,  The  Trapann'd   title,  quoted,  300 

Tailor,  Tom  (see  "  Tom")  various  titles,  520 

Tailor's  Wanton  Wite  of  Wapping,  The  title,  mentioned,  236 

Take  her  in  the  Humour  !  sub-title,  100 

Tain  O'Shanter  (Burns's)  title,  quoted,  212 

Tuntara  vara,  tantivee  burden  and  tune.  495,  496,  499 

Tantara  rata  (modernised  form  of  Tandara  te  :  see  '  Raderer  tu  '),     404,  405 

Tantara  vara,  The  Seaman's  ....  tune,  401  to  403 

Tantivee  (see  "  Tantara  vara,  tantivee'1'')  b.  and  tune,  495,  496,  499,  501,  505 

Tarleton's  Farewell     .  title,  mentioned,  382 

Tarleton's  Medley  tune,  mentioned,  745 

"  Tender  hearts  of  London  City  "  and  tune,  7,  79,  80,  83, 85,  89,  92, 93,  96,  98,  99 
"  Thanksgiving  unto  God  for  His  mercy,  A  Ballad  of"         title,  mentioned,  384 

That  God  above  variation,  mentioned,  469 

That  no  body  else  shall  enjoy  thee  but  I  burden,     73 

"  That  time  of  year  when  the  enamour 'd  Sun"     mentioned,  376 

"  That  Tyrant  Girl !  that  Tyrant  Girl !  "  (probably  by  F.  C.  Burnand)    q.     88 

The  Angel  Gabriel         burden  and  tune,  428,  429 

"  The  bonniest  Lass  in  all  the  Land  " mentioned,  397 

The  bonny  Broom,  the  well-favour'' d  Broom,  etc.  burden,  586 

The  cannons  roar  (see  "  Hark  !  I  hear  the  cannons  roar  ") tune,  284 

The  Clans  are  coming     ....  tune,  623 

The  clean  contrary  way  burden  and  tune,  mentioned,  339 

"  The  damask  Bose,  nor  Lily  fair  "     and  tune,  quoted,  218 

The  Fair  One  let  me  in    tu.  andb.,  177, 188, 189,  191,  195, 199,  249,  350  to  352 

The  flower  of  all  the  Nation  burden,  284 

"  The  four  and  twenty  day  of  June  "  mentioned,  557 

"  The  gallant  Esquire  named  before" mentioned,     27 

"  The  George-Aloe  and  the  Sweep-stake  too  "       409 

"  The  George  Alow  came  from  the  South  "  408 

"  The  Gordian  Knot  which  true  lovers  knit"         (Second  Part),  mentioned,  123 

The  Humour  of  dul  derra  rara,  etc burden,   513 

The  Hunt  is  up  tune,  627,  650 

"  The  Hunt  is  up,  the  Hunt  is  up  !  "  (as  quoted  by  the  Wedderburns),  627 

The  Invincible  Spanish  Armada        burden,  383 

"  The  Lady  of  Northamptonshire "      mentioned,     27 

"  The  Lord  of  Hosts  hath  blest  our  land  "  mentioned,  643 

The  Love  in  Joy  my  heart  (not  yet  found)  perhaps  a  first  line,  mentioned,  280 

"  The  Love  that  I  had  chosen "  mentioned,  442 

The  Maid  is  best  that  lies  alone         burden  and  tune,  474 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Times. 


845 


The  Maul  is  the  best  that  lies  atone  (bis) 
"  The  Man  in  the  Moon  drinks  claret " 

"  The  night  her  blackest  sable  wore" 

"  The  night  her  silent  sable  wore  " 

"  The  night  is  my  departing  night"    

"  The  passions  of  Love  are  too  great  and  too  cruel " 
"  The  Perse  owt  of  JNTorthomberlande  " 

The  purest  wine  so  brisk  end  fine,  etc. 


PAGE 

burden,  mentioned,  326 

quoted,  317 

177,  195 

197 

600 

mentioned,  122 

quoted,  739 
burden,  320 


"  The  Queen  fell  sick,  and  very  very  sick"  (and  "  The  Queen's  fa' en")  m.,  679 
The  Rant,  dal  derra  vara,  etc.             burden  and  tune,  509,  513,  514,  516,  519 
"  The  Robin  cam'  to  the  Wren's  nest,  an'  keekit  in,  an  keekit  in"  204 


' '  The  Spheres  are  dull,  and  do  not  make ' 

"  The  story  of  King  Arthur  old  is  very  memorable  " 

"  The  sweetest  Saint  incensed  may  be"  , 

The  want  of  my  dear  (Betty)  is  worse  than  a  grave 
"  The  ways  on  Earth  have  paths  and  turnings  known" 

The  Wayzgoose  of  Hertfordshire 
"  The  week  before  Easter,  the  day  being  fair" 
"  The  winter  it  is  past,  and  the  Summer  come  at  last  " 
"  The  Wren  she  lies  in  Care's  [Carey's]  bed  " 
"  The  young  King  stands  by  his  palace  gate  " 
"  Their  sails  were  spread,  and  anchor  weigh 'd" 
Then  come  and  go  with  thy  Love  all  the  world  over 
Then  Covetousness  out  of  England  will  run 
Then  Presbyter  Jack  out  of  England  will  run 
"  There  is  a  lad  in  our  town  " 
•'  There  lately  was  a  maiden  fair" 


There  lived  in  Bristol  city  fair  " 


61 
quoted,  726 

19;  given,  585 

burden,  varies,  447 

404 

burden  intermittent,  310 
and  tune,  229,  230,  235 

240 

304 

quoted,  660 

789 

burden,  295 

and  tune,  5,  6 

burden,       6 
177,  186 
quoted,  766,  772 


"  There  was  a  bold  Seaman,  a  ship  he  could  steer  " 

"  There  was  a  brisk  Lass  " 

"  There  was  a  damsel  young  and  fair  " 

"  There  was  a  gallant  ship,  and  a  gallant  ship  was  she 

"  There  was  a  Lass  in  our  town  "  (bis) 

"  There  was  a  Lord  of  worthy  fame  " 

"  There  was  a  maid,  as  I  heard  tell  " 

"  There  was  a  maiden  fair  and  clear  " 

"  There  was  a  poor  man  lived  in  Somersetshire  "  

"  There  was  a  youth,  and  a  well-beloved  youth  "  

"  There  was  an  a  bonny  young  Lad" 

"  There  was  an  a  bonny  young  Lass" 

"  There  was  an  Exciseman  so  fine"     

"  There  was,  I  tell  you.  a  faithful  young  Squire  " 
"  There  were  four  and  twenty  gentlemen" 
"  There's  some  say  that  we  won" 

These  things  must  be,  if  we  sell  Ale  

"  They  err  who  say,  '  Those  years  are  fled.'  ' 

This  is  call'd,  "  Maids,  look  about  you !  " 
"  This  wilderness  is  a  place  full  of  bliss  " 

Thomas  and  Fair  Annie,  Lord 

Thomas  and  Fair  Eleanor,  Lord  (Two  ballads  on) 

Thomas,  Lord  (from  "  The  Cigar") title 

"  Thomas,  why  come  you  not  hither  to  see  me  ?  " 


mentioned,  428  ;  given,  441 


Thomasine  and  Fair  Ellinor,  Lord 


' '  Thou  shalt  married  beV 
"  Thou  that  loved'st  once,  now  lovest  no  more 
Though  Father  angry  be 


mentioned,  229 
....   mentioned,  531 

mentioned,     27 

quoted,  419 
mentioned,  292,  294 

651 

mentioned,     64 

mentioned,     27 

mentioned,     33 

243 

and  tune,  171,   174 

mentioned,  170 

mentioned,  170 

mentioned,     28 

mentioned,  630 

quoted,  617 

burden,  quoted,  485 

Editorial  motto,     v* 

title,  mentioned,  318 

mentioned,  328 

title,  quoted,  644 

title  640  to  647 

,  mentioned,  644;  tune,  647 

mentioned,  639 

garbled  title,  quoted,  649 
burden,  248 

mentioned,  296 

alternative  tune,  mentioned,  254 


846  The  Rojcburyhe  Ballads'  Index  : 

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"  Though  the  torrents  from  their  fountains"        mentioned,  692 

"  Though  the  Tyrant  hath  ravish'd,"  etc.  (see  also,  "Now  the  Tyrant")  69 

Thracia,  A  Gentleman  in  title,  mentioned,  650 

Three  Daughters,  King  Lear  and  his  (see  "  Lear  ")  title,  714,  717 

Three  notorious  Witches  (see  Witchcraft)  sub-title,  706 

Three-part  Song,  in  John  Lyly's  "  Sapho  and  Phao  "  given,  467 

Three  Pilgrims,  The       '  tune,  515 

Three  Slips  for  a  Tester'  (i.e.  tcstcrn)  semi-title,  mentioned,  232,  233 

"  Through  the  cool  shady  woods ''=  Cupid's  Courtesy    mentioned,  252,  253,  255 

Throgmarton,  the  late  Treasons  conspired  by  Francis         title,  mentioned,  389 

Thunderbolt  against  Swearers,  The title,  mentioned,  389 

Thurot's  Dream  title,  mentioned,  446 

"  Thursday  in  the  morn,  the  Ides  of  May"  mentioned,  368 

Tide,  Love's tune  and  title,  567,  570,  774 

Tilbury,  A  Joyful  Son?  of  Receiving  the  Queen  into  title,  381,  393 

Tilbury,  The  Queen's  visiting  of  the  Camp  at     title,  381,  390 

"  Till  from  Leghorn  I  do  return"        mentioned,  177,  199 

Times,  A  Review  of  the  (Thomas  Jordan's)         title,  mentioned,  328 

Time's  Alteration  title,  mentioned,  276 

Times,  The  Mirror  of  the  snb-title,  mentioned,  356 

Times,  The  Peerless  Paragon  sub -title,  mentioned,  356 

"  'Tis  a  pitiful  thing  that  now-a-days,  Sir"  quoted,  469 

' ' Tis  for  the  love  of  thee  I  die,  Jenny,  Jenny  !  '    burden,  quoted,  294 

"  ' Tis  good  to  be  merry  and  wise"       burden  varies,  1,216,  217 

'Tis  Money  that  makes  a  Man  title,  346 

Titus  and  Gisippus         title,  mentioned.  571 

"  To  all  Good-Fellows  I'll  declare  "    315  ;  given,  475 

"  To  all  Good-Fellows  now  I  mean  to  sing  a  song  "  given,  493 

"  To  all  Good-Fellows  now  I'll  plainly  shew"       mentioned,  315,  474 

"  To  every  faithful  Lover"  (=The  Valiant  Virgin)  1st  line,  not  mentioned,  431 

"  To  God  alone  let  us  all  Glory  give"  (Title  lost) mentioned,  445 

"  To  thee,  loving  Roger,  this  letter  I  write"         mentioned,     33 

Toast  the  Standing  (in  C.  Dibdin's  "  Round  Robin,"  1811)  quoted,  790 

Tom  Tavlor  and  his  wife  Joan         sub -title,  mentioned,  520 

Tom  Tell-Troth  title,  501 

"  Tom  the  Tailor  near  the  Strand  "     mentioned,  520 

Tom,  the  old  ballet  of  Shepherd       .....  title,  mentioned,  601 

Tom  Thumb,  The  History  of  ballad  title,  mentioned,  542 

"  Too  long  have  I  been  a  drunken  sot"     twice  quoted  (inadvertently),  336,  465 

Toper's  Advice,  The  Merry  sub-title,  502 

Torment  of  Loving  and  not  being  loved  again,  The  sub-title,     62 

Touch  and  Go  title,  mentioned,  328 

Tragedy,  A  new  Spanish  title,  mentioned,  428 

Tragedy,  Fair  Eleanor's sub-title,  645 

Tragedy,  Love's  Lamentable  (and  the  Young  Man's  Answer)    titles,  79  to     83 

Tragedy  of  Hero  and  Leauder,  The title,  556,  558 

Tragedy  of  Sir  Richard  Greuville,  the  most  Hon.  title,  mentioned,  376 

Tragedy,  The  Bristol     title,  mentioned,     27 

Tragedy,  The  Cook-maid's  title,  mentioned,     33 

Tragedy,  The  Damosel's  title,  mentioned,     28 

Tragedy,  The  Esquire's title,  mentioned,     27 

Tragedy,  The  Lady  Isabella's  title,  650,  651,  683 

Tragedy,  The  Lady's  (and  Answer  to  it)  title,  mentioned,  639 

Tragedy,  The  Leicestershire  title,  mentioned,     27 

Tragedy,  The  Lover's    title,  mentioned,     28 

Tragedy,  The  Oxfordshire  title,  mentioned,     28 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes.  847 

PAGE 

Tragedy,  The  Spanish    title,  mentioned,  547 

Tragedy,  The  Sussex      title,  mentioned,     27 

Tragedy,  The  Virgin's    ....  title,  mentioned,   177 

Tragedy,  The  Young  Lady's  title,  mentioned,  236 

Tragical  History  of  King  Lear  and  his  Three  Daughters     title,  709,  712,  717 

Trappan,  Cupid's  tune,  525,  526,  528,  529 

Trapann'd  Tailor,  The  title,  quoted,  300 

Treachery  of  the  Wicked,  A  Song  wherein  is  cont.  the      title,  mentioned,  384 
Treasons  conspired  by  Francis  Throgmorton,  The  late       title,  mentioned,  389 

Treue  Liebe  (Volksweise)  tune,  698 

Trial  of  True-Love,  A   title,  292,  293 

Trials  and  Condemnation  of  Three  Notorious  "Witches,  The  sub-title,  706 

Tricatees  French  (bis)    ....    tune,  489,  492 

Triumph  and  Joy  tune,  393,  397,  398 

Triumph  at  an  End,  The  title,  75,     76 

Triumph,  Love  in  ....       alternative  sub-title,  289 

"  Triumph,  0  England  !  and  rejoice  "  mentioned,  375 

Triumph  over  Bashfulness,  Love's    title,  mentioned,  127 

Triumph,  Russell's  tune,  mentioned,  156 

Triumph  showed  before  the  Queen  and  French  Embassadors    title,  ment.,  397 

Triumph,  The  Bachelor's  (recovertd  ends  of  lines)  title,  788 

Triumph,  The  Royal      title,  mentioned,  367 

Troy,  The  Wandering  Prince  of       title,  539,  547,  548 

Troy  Town  (see  properly  "  When  Troy  town  ") ....       tune,  547,  552,  553,  767 

True  Blue  the  Plough-man  title,  520,  531,  532 

True  Love  (see  "  Love  "  passim). 

True  Love,  A  Pattern  of  title  and  sub-title,  681  to  683 

True  Love,  A  Trial  of    title,  292,  293 

True  Love  Exalted         title,     93 

True  Love  Requited       title,  243 

True  Love  rewarded  with  Loyalty  (see  "  Love  rewarded")       title,  given,  260 

True  Love  without  deceit  title,  123,  126,  127,   199 

True  Lover's  Admonition  title,  217,  219 

"  True  Love's  a  sweet  passion "  mentioned,     33 

Truth's  Integrity  title,  quoted,  123 

Turn  Love,  I  prithee  Love,  turn  to  we  !  burden  and  tune,  276  to  278 

Turtle  Dove,  The  title,  mentioned,  307 

"  'Twas  a  youthful  knight"  (see  "  It  was  a  youthful  ")  given,     57 

"  'Twas  within  a  furlong  of  Edinburgh  town  "      mentioned,  236 

"  'Twas  within  a  mile  of  Edinburgh  town  "  (original)  mentioned,  236 

Twitcher,  The  Maid's    ....  tune,  528 

Two  Lovers  (various  :  see  "  Lovers  ")  titles,  237,  250,  296,  364,  559 

"  Two  Lovers  by  chance  they  did  meet "  mentioned,  170 

Two-penny-worth  of  Wit  for  a  Penny  title,  479,  482  ;  given,  483 

Two  to  One  is  Odds        sub-title,  101 

Two  Unfortunate  Lovers,  The  sub-title,  558 ;  title,  559,  560 

Tyranness  Defeated,  The  sub-title,     76 

Tyrannical  Beauty,  The title,  145 

Tyrant,  The  (see  "  Now  the  Tyrant "  and  "  Tho'  the  Tyrant ")  tune,  64  to  70 

UNCHANGEABLE  Boatswain,  The               sub-title,  447 

Unchangeable  Lovers,  The      title,  448  ;  given,  795 

Undaunted  Seaman,  The  (reserved  for  vol.  vii.)  title,  mentioned,  148 

"  Under  a  pleasant  Willow  shade "      50 

Unequal  Match,  The      title,  mentioned,     33 

Unequal  Match'd  Couple,  The  -sub-title,  mentioned,   276 


S4S  The  Iioxhurg/ie  Ballad*  Index  : 

PAOE 

Unfortunate  Concubine,  The  title,  672,  676 

Unfortunate  Forester,  The  title,  640,  643  to  645 

Unfortunate  Lady,  Answer  to  the     mention,  omitted  from     72 

Unfortunate  Lady,  The  (<•/.  "  What  dismal")    title,  mentioned,     27 

Unfortunate  Love  of  Lord  Thomas  and  Fair  Eleanor  title,  647 

Unfortunate  Lovers,  The  Two  sub-title,  558  ;  title,  559,  560 

Unfortunate  Loves  of  Hero  and  Leander,  The     title,  559,  560 

Unfortunate  Strephon    title,  mentioned,  ]  30 

"  Unfortunate  Strephon,  well  may'st  thou  complain  !  "  126,  127 

Unfortunate  Voyage  of  Two  Lovers,  The  sub-title,  mentioned,  364,  368 

Unkindness  of  Strephon,  The  Forsaken  Nymph's  Complaint  of  the     t.  m.,  127 

Unlearned  men  hard  matters  out  can  find,  etc sub-title,  750,  751 

Up  the  green  forest         tune,  525,  528 

Usurpation  of  Cupid's  throne,  On  the  title,  119 

VALIANT  Commander  and  his  Resolute  Lady,  The          title,  279,  283 
"  Valiant  Protestant  Boys  !  "  mentioned,  367 

Valiant  Seaman's  Congratulation,  The  title,  quoted,  431 

"  Valiant  Sir  Guy  bestirs  his  hands  "  (fragments) 737 

Valiant  Soldier,  The      tune,  387 

Valiant  Virgin,  The  ("  To  every  faithful  Lover  ")  title,  mentioned,  431 

Vanity,  The  Golden        title,  419 

Verses  made  by  the  Farl  of  Essex  in  his  trouble  ....  title,  404 

Verses  of  a  Baker  and  a  Meal-man  title,  mentioned,  237 

Victoria's  Song  (in  Sir  Charles  Sedley's  'Mulberry- Garden')  given,   130 

Victory  obtain'd  against  the  Dutch  Fleet,  The  Royal       title,  308  ;  given,  435 

Victory  obtained.  Love's title,  mentioned,  2S3 

Victory  obtain'd  by  the  Centurion  of  London  registered  title,  ment.,  398 

Victory  obtain'd  by  the  young  Earl  of  Essex,  A sub-title,  405 

Victory,  The  Seaman's  {Bag ford  Ballad)  title,  mentioned,  368 

Vienna  {i.e.  the  Siege  of  Vienna,  1683)  tune,  286 

Vindication  against  the  Virgin's  Complaint,  The  Young  Man's   title,  252,  255 

Vindication,  jockey's      sub-title,  170,  171 

Vindication  of  a  departed  Maidenhead  sub-title,  mentioned,  218 

Vindication  of  Top-Knots,  The  London  Lady's title,  mentioned,     35 

Vindication,  The  Merry-Gossip's      title,  quoted,  482 

Vindication,  The  Wronged  Shepherd's  sub-title,     50 

Virgin,  The  Distressed  title,  mentioned,  105 

Virgin,  The  Doubting    time  and  title,  152,  155  to  157 

Virgin,  The  Necessitated  title,  mentioned,  236 

Virgin,  The  Slighted      title,  mentioned,  237 

Virgin,  The  Valiant  (  =  "  To  every  faithful  Lover  ")   title,  ment.,  quoted,  431 

Virginity  grown  Troublesome  title,  236,  246 

Virgin's  Complaint,  The  Young-man's  Vindication  against  the     title,  252,  255 

Virgin's  Tragedy,  The    title,  mentioned,  177 

Virtuous  Maid's  Resolution,  The       title,  mentioned,  274 

Vision,  Cupid's  sub-title,  mentioned,   148 

'■'  Vivat  Rex  noster  nobilis"  (  =  Chevy  Chase)        mentioned,  739 

'  Voila  dix-huit  cents  ans  et  plus  "      mentioned,  692 

Vow,  A  pleasant  ditty  of  a  Maiden's....  title,  mentioned,  557 

Voyage  of  Two  Lovers,  The  Unfortunate  sub-title,  mentioned,  364,  368 

Voyage  to  New  Barbary,  Captain  Glen's  Unhappy  (vol.  vii.)         title,  m.,  410 

WADE'S  REFORMATION  {Banford  Ballad)  title,  quoted,  336,  465,  469 
Waddle,  Will  (G.  Colman's  '  Who  hath  e'er  been  to  London  ')    m.  224 
Wager,  The  Frollicsome  title,  mentioned,  509 


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849 


Walking  in  a  pleasant  Garden  " 

Walter  JRaleigh  (see  "  Ealeigh,"  and  "  Sir  Walter  ") 

Wandering  Jew,  A  Song  for  the  (Wordsworth's) 

Wandering  Jew,  Complaint  of  the  (French  original) 

Wandering  Jew  (Leland's  translation  of  the  German) 

Wandering  Jew,  The  (original  German  Ahasver) 

Wandering  Jew  (News  from  Germany  of  the)         title,  650,  687,  690 

Wandering  Jew's  Chronicle,  The      title,  690,  695  ;  continuation, 


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mentioned,  283 

417,  421 

title,  mentioned,  692 

title,  690,  692  ;  g.,  691 

title, 

690,  778  ;  given, 


779 

699 

693 

698 

title,  101,  664 

title,  539,  547,  548,  551 

title,  mentioned,  551 

725 

134 

300 

199 

27 


title,  mentioned, 

suh-title, 

tune,  mentioned, 

mentioned,  177, 


Wandering  Prince  and  Princess,  The 
Wandering  Prince  of  Troy  (iEneas),  The 

Wandering  Prince,  The  (1564-65)    

Wantley,  Moor  of  Moor  Hall  and  the  Dragon  of 
Wanton  Shepherdess,  The 
Wanton  Willie 

Wapping,  The  Love-Sick  Maid  of    title 

Wapping,  The  Seaman's  Complaint  for  his  Unkind  Mistress  at    title,  m., 

Wapping,  The  Tailor's  Wanton  Wife  of  title,  mentioned,  236 

Ward,  Captain  tune  (not  "Lusty  Gallants"),  426,  427 

Ward,  The  Seaman's  Song  of  Captain  title,  422,  425,  779 ;  given,  784 

Ward's  Fight  with  the  Rainbow,  Captain  title,  375,  422,  426,  427,  784 

Warning  for  Married  Women,  A      title,  mentioned,  650 

Warning  to  all  Corn-hoarders,  A      title,  mentioned,  534 

Warning  to  all  false  Traitors  by  example  of  Fourteen        title,  mentioned,  398 
Warning  to  all  Tailors  to  beware  how  they  marry,  A       sub-title,  quoted,  300 

Warning  to  Maidens,  A title,  mentioned,  650 

Warning  to  Parents,  A sub-title,  mentioned,     27 

Wars  (Drayton's),  The  Civil  title,  mentioned,  668 

Wars,  The  Greeks'  and  Trojans'       title,  542,  543,  559 

Warwick  Castle,  Lord  Wigmore  sometime  the  Governor  of  part-title,  761,  767 


title,  732 

titler542,  559,  734 

mentioned,  276 

tune,  734 

and  tune, 

mentioned, 


mentioned, 
mentioned, 


Warwick,  pleasant  Song  of  the  acts  of  Guy  of 
Warwick,  Sir  Guy  of  (see  Guy) 

"  Was  ever  Maiden  so  scorn' d  ?  " 
AVas  ever  man  (for  Lady's  sake) 

"  Was  ever  man  so  tost  in  love  ?  " 

"  Was  ever  young  noble  so  tortured  as  I  ?  " 

"  '  Was  this  fair  face  the  cause,'  quoth  she  " 

"  We  be  three  poor  Mariners,  newly  come  from  the  seas 

"  We  that  are  bonny  country-girls  "  

"  We  that  do  lead  a  country  life  " 

"  We  Seamen  are  the  bonny  boys  !  "  

Weaver,  The  West-country  title,  mentioned, 

Wedding,  The  Scotch  (and  Answer  to  it)  sub-title,  178, 

Wedding,  The  West-Country  ("  Come  all  you  ")  title,  mentioned, 

Wedding,  The  West-Country  ("  Now  listen  ")  title,  mentioned, 

Weep,  weep tune,  mentioned,  388, 

"  Weep,  weep,  still  I  weep,"  etc quoted, 

Welcome  home  from  France,  The  True  Lover's sub-title, 

"  Welcome,  my  dearest,  with  joy  now  I  see  thee  "  mentioned, 

Welcome,  sweet  Death  !  the  kindest  friend  I  have  "  quoted, 

Well-a-day  !  tune, 

We'll  drink  this  old  Ale  no  more,  no  more  burden  and  tune,  485, 

"  Well  met,  my  Susan  sweet,  whom  I  do  adore"  mentioned, 

Well  met,  neighbour !    title,  mentioned, 

"  Wert  thou  much  fairer  than  thou  art  "  tune,  470,  774 

West-country  Damosel's  Complaint,  The  title,  635 

West-country  Nymph,  The  title,  mentioned,  428  ;  given,  441 


732 
33 

545 
364 
199 
177 
399 

32 
183 

32 
170 
389 
389 

65 
119 
407 
623 
486 

28 
276 


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3  i 


850  The  Roxburghe  Ballads*  Index  : 

TAOV. 

West-country  tune,  A  pleasant  new time,  246,  etc. 

West-country  Weaver,  The  title,  mentioned,    32 

West-country  Wedding,  The  (  =  "  Come  all  you  old  Bakers  ")      title,  m.,    32 
West-country  Wedding  (  -  "  Now  listen,  and  be  not  mistaken  ")  title,  m.,  170 

West-country  Wonder,  The  title,  mentioned,  263 

West,  Sir  William  of  the  title,  638,  639 

West,  The  Faithful  Lovers  of  the     title,  18  ;  given,  257 

West,  The  Witty  Maid  of  the  title,  mentioned,  161 

Wet  and  Weary"  tune,  318,  319 

"  What  an  innocent  loving  life"  mentioned,     66 

"  What !  A  si  i- Wednesday,  and  not  come  to  Church?"  (Trowbesh)  Preface,  xvi* 
"  What  dismal  tidings  do  I  hear  ?  "  (omitted  to  be  mentioned  as  No.  5*)  27 
"  What  if  a  day,  or  a  month,  or  a  year"  first  line  and  tune,  mentioned,  623 
'■  What  need  we  brag  or  boast  at  all  of  Arthur  and  his  Knights  ?  "    quoted,  726 

"  What  Protestant  can  now  forbear  " mentioned,  148 

"  What  shall  I  do,  in  this  deep  distress  ?  "  mentioned,  236 

What  shall  I  do,  shall  I  die  a  maid?  burden,  236,  238 

What  shall  I  do,  shall  I  die  fir  love  ?        burden  and  tune,  236,  238,  245,  246 
What  shall  I  do,  to  show  how  much  I  love  her  ?  tune,  mentioned,  236 

"  What  shall  my  viol  silent  be  ?"        608 

"  What  strange  affections  "  mentioned,  505 

"  What's  this,  mv  dearest  Nanny  ?"   mentioned,  237 

"  When  Arthur  first  in  Court  began" 720,721 

"  When  as  in  fair  Jerusalem "  693 

"  When  as  King  Henry  ruled  this  land"  672,673 

When  busy  Fame  o'er  all  the  plain    tu.,  102, 103,  177, 183,  184,  177, 191,  199 

"  When  Cupid's  fierce  and  powerful  dart  "  -  mentioned,  177,  199 

"  When  daisies  pied,  and  violets  blue"  ..._  mentioned,  307 

"  When  Diaphantus  knew  the  Destinies  decreet  " 775 

"  When  Dido  found  that  iEneas  would  not  come  "  547 

"  When  first  Amintas  charm'd  my  heart"  115 

"  When  first  on  my  Phillis  I  cast  my  eye  "  143 

"  When  first  the  gracious  God  of  heaven"  mentioned,  388 

"  When  first  the  post  arrived  at  my  tent "  mentioned,  671 

"  When  first  thy  feature  and  thy  face  "  19 

"  When  Flora  she  had  deck'd "  mentioned,  307 

"  When  Flora  with  her  fragrant  flowers"  mentioned,  367 

When  Flying  Fame  tune,  183,  667,  672,  714,  722,  727,  743,  750 

"  When  God  had  taken  for  our  sins  " mentioned,  547 

"  When  Greeks  and  Romans  fell  at  strife"  {delete  comma)       553 

"  When  I  do  travel  in  the  night "       quoted,  336 

When  I  have  no  want  of  money        second  burden,  499 

"  When  I  smoke,  I  sees  in  my  Pipe" 318 

"  When  I  survey  the  world  around  "  variation,  mentioned,  469 

"  When  I  went  early  in  the  Spring" mentioned,     27 

'■  When  Israel  did  first  begin"  mentioned,  6S6 

"  When  I've  a  saxpence  under  my  thumb  "  quoted,  342 

When  Love  with  unconfined  wings  tune,  mentioned,  557 

"  When  meat  and  drink  is  great  plenty  "  mentioned,  733 

"  When  Musidorus  fell  in  love "  664 

"  When  my  hairs  they  grow  hoary  "  mentioned,  507 

"  When  Phoebus  addrest  (=had  dress'd)  his  course  "  quoted,  557 

"  When  Phoebus  bright  the  azure  skies  "  (line  8,  read  "  dres  sel '  ")       G07 

"  When  Phoebus  with  bis  glittering  beams  "  mentioned,  99,   199 

When  Popery  oitt  of  this  nation  skull  run  burden,  mentioned,       5 

'•  When  Sol  could  cast  no  light "         mentioned,  367 


First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes.  851 

PAGE 

"  When  the  British  warrior  Queen "    quoted,  3K8 

"  "When  the  heart  of  Hope  is  dry  and  crush'd  within  us  "      Editorial  Envoi,  448 

When  the  King  enjoys  his  own  again  burden,  quoted,  323 

When  this  old  cap  was  new  time,  mentioned,  276 

"  When  Tommy  became  first  a  Lover  "  mentioned,  170,  174 

"  When  Troy  town  for  ten  years'  wars  "  and  tune,  547,  548,  552,  553,  767 

"  When  we  all  grow  so  rigidly  moral  "  Editorial  InUrmezzo,  449 

"  When  will  you  marry  me,  William  ?"  635 

"  When  William,  Duke  of  Normandy  "  695 

Whigmore,  Lord  (see,  also,  Wigmore)  part-title,  761,  767,  771 

While  I  have  ears  and  you  a  tongue,  etc.  burden,     61 

While  Mock-Beggar  Kail  stands  empty  burden,  218,  763 

Whim-wham  (  =  "  Our  gardens  you  find")         Edit.  Cuve-Canem,  viii* 

Whips,  etc.,  The  Strange  and  Cruel  (Spanish  Armada)        part-title,  382,  387 

"  Whither  away,  good  neighbour  ?  "    mentioned,  276 

Whittington  Defeat,  The  sub-title,  mentioned,  743,  774  ;  given,  777 

"  Who  is  at  my  window,  who,  who  ?  "  (see  "  Quho  is  at  my  windo  ?  ")     q.,  201 

Whittington's  Advancement,  Sir  Richard  title,  mentioned,  280 

Who  list  to  lead  a  Soldier's  life         tune,  mentioned,  6J 3 

"  Who  that  antique  story  reads "  mentioned.  688 

"  Who  will  may  foot  it  here  with  me  "  Editorial  Frelude,  xxxi 

"  Who's  here  so  ingenious,  mis-spending  his  time  P  "  170 

"  Who's  that  at  my  chamber-door  ?  " 201 

"  Why  are  my  eyes  still  flowing?  "     tune,  349,  535,  536 

"  Why  do  we  boast  of  Arthur  and  his  Knights  ?  " 725,  780 

"  Why  do  you  boast  of  Arthur  and  his  Knights  ?  "  725,780 

"  Why  is  my  Love  unkind  ?  "  mentioned,  639 

"  Why  should  friends  and  kindred  gravely  make  thee  "  13 

"  Why  should  I  not  complain  of  thee  ?  "  mentioned,  27,     28 

"  Why  should  I  thus  complain  of  thee  ? "  s  mentioned,     18 

"  Why  should  not  I  complain  on  thee  ?  "  mentioned,  26,  257 

"  Why  should  we  boast  of  Arthur  and  his  Knights  ?  "  727 

"  Why  should  we  boast  of  Lais  and  her  Knights  i? "  quoted,  725 

Widow's  Wooing,  A  merry  new  Song  of  a  rich  title,  quoted,  252 

Wife,  The  Roman  (=  Roman  Charity)     alternative  title,  mentioned,  541,  796 
Wigmore,  Lord  (begins,  "  All  you  that  ever  heard)      part  title,  547,  766,  767 

Wigmore,  Lord  (begins,  ' '  In  AVarwickshire  ")  part-title,  766,  771 

Wilde  or  Wile  (see  Wilson's  and  Wolsei/s)         tunes,  388,  390 

Will  Waddle  (  =  Lodging  for  single  gentlemen)  ....  mentioned,  224 

"  Will  you  hear  a  noble  Pritain  "  (parody  or  mocking)  mentioned,  672 

"  Will  you  hear  a  Spanish  Lady,  how  she  loved  an  English-man  ?  "  655 

"  Will  you  know  why  the  old  Misers  adore"  16 

William  and  Margaret  (  =  William's  Dream)      colloquial  title,  641 

William  and  Susan,  The  Happy  Agreement  of  sub-title,  mentioned,     28 

"  William  and  Susan,  They  happily  meeting "       mentioned,     28 

William  of  the  West,  Sir  _  title,  637  to  639 

William  the  Serving-man's  Good-fortune  sub-title,  mentioned,  263 

"  William  the  Weaver,  that  lives  in  the  West  "     mentioned,  161 

William's  Dream  on  his  Wedding-night,  Sweet sub-title,  641 

Willow  turned  into  Carnation,  The  ....  second  sub-title,  mentioned,  528 

Willie,  Sweet  (="  My  husband  builded  me  a  bower  ")     title,  mentioned,  570 

Willy  and  Molly  ....  title  and  tune,  218 

Wilson's  Delight  tune,  mentioned,  388 

Wilson's  new  Tune         tune,  mentioned,  380 

Wilson's  Wilde,  or  Wile  tune,  388,  390 

Wilt  thou  be  wilful  still,  my  jo  ?      .....  tuue,  170,  171 


sVJ  The  Roxburghe  Ballads  Index  : 

PAOB 
"  Wilt  thou  forsake  mo  thus,  ami  leave  me  in  miser]  "  quoted,  280,  (isi 
"  Wilt  thou  from  me  thus  part  P"        .....  681,  773 

"  Winds  now  may  whistle,  and  waves  may  dance  to  'em  "       411 

Winning  of  Cafes,  The  '  title.  -101,  402,  411 

Wish,  A  7oung  Man's  («'  It'  1  could  hut  attain")  title,  mentioned,  505 

Wish,  A  Young  Man's  ("  What  strange  affections")        title,  mentioned,  505 

Wish,  Jack  Presbyter's title,  mentioned,  505 

Wish,  The  Loyal  Subject's  title,  mentioned,  224 

Wish,  The  Maiden's  New  title,  mentioned,    27 

Wish,  The  Old  Man's    title,  505  to  507 

Wish,  The  Old,  Woman's  ("If  I  live"  and  "When  my  hairs")  titles,  m.,  506 

Wit  bought  at  a  dear  rate  title,  276,  315.  468  ;  given,  478 

Wit  for  a  Penny,  Two-penny  worth  of  title,  479,  482  ;  given,  483 

Witchcraft  Discovered  and  Punished  title,  706 

Witches'  Dance,  The      title,  mentioned,  706 

Witches,  Trial  and' Condemnation  of  Three        title,  mentioned,  706 

With  a  fading  [ef.  A  pudding  !)       burden  and  tune,  328,  515 

With  a  fallal  la  I         burden,  mentioned,  136 

With  a  hah,  hah,  hah  !  you  will  undo  me      burden,  mentioned,  identified,  283 

"  With  a  new  flourishing  Gallant,  newly  come  to  his  land  "    757 

With  a  Pudding !  burden  mentioned,  and  tune,  515 

"  With  brinish  tears,  with  sobbing  sighs  "  mentioned,  389 

With  hey  ho,  my  honey,  my  heart  shall  never  rue,  etc.               burden,  489,  491 
With  hey,  with  hoe,  for  and  a  nony  no  burden,  409 

"  With  sobbing  sighs  and  trickling  tears"  mentioned,  388 

"  Within  a  solitary  grove  despairing  Sappho  sat" 100 

"  Within  the  year  of  Christ  our  Lord  a  thousand,"  etc.  390 

Witty  Maid  of  the  West,  The  title,  mentioned,  101 

Woe  be  unto  Death,  and  Fortune  variable !         burden,  786 

Wolsey's  Wild  tune,  mentioned,  388 

Woman  Drummer,  The  Famous  (vide  The  Kentish  Garland)  title,  ment.,  318 

Woman  rent  by  a  Devil,  Strange  News  of  a       title,  mentioned,     64 

Womau's  Wish,  The  Old  (see  Wish)  title,  mentioned,  506 

Wonder,  The  West- Country :  bis    title,  mentioned,  263 

Wonder,  The  World's    title,  mentioned,  108 

Wonderful  Strange  News  out  of  Germany  of  a  Jew  title,  688 

Woodstock  Maze  (liy  William  Bell  Scott)  title,  quoted,  672 

Woody  Choristers,  The title,  136,268,299,307;  given,  301 

Wooing,  A  merry  new  song  of  a  rich  Widow's  title,  quoted,  252 

Wooing  of  fair  Dulcina,  The  Shepherd's  title,  164,  166 

Wooing  of  the  fair  Maid  of  London,  Princely     title,  mentioned,     65 

Wnoing,  The  Ploughman's  Art  of    title,  526 

Wooing,  Winning,  and  Wedding  of  a  fair  Damosel,  The  (Soldier)  s.-title,     73 
Wooings  of  Two  Country  Lovers,  The  faithful  alternative  title,  ment.,  237,  250 

Wooings  of  Two  Country  Lovers,  The  pleasant 

Wind  in  Season,  A 

Words  of  Burn  the  Violer,  The 

World's  Wonder,  The    

"  Would  ye  have  a  young  Virgin  of  fifteen  years?  " 

Wren,  The  

Writer  of  Ballads,  What  some  said  of  a 

Wronged  Lady,  The 

Wronged  Shepherd's  Vindication,  The 

YAROW  (=  Yarrow),  Leader  Hauglis  and      title,  607 

"  Ye  mariners  of  England,  that  guard  our  native  seas"  quoted,  431,  796 


title, 

250 

title,  58, 

140 

title, 

608 

title,  mentioned, 

108 

mentioned, 

55 

title, 

304 

Ciincel-leaf, 

xiii* 

title,  mentioned, 

33 

sub-title, 

50 

First  Lines,  Burdens,  Titles,  and  Tunes.  853 

PAGE 

Yeoman  and  Susan  of  Ashford,  The  Kentish       title,  mentioned,  639 

"  Yes,  perhaps,  our  tastes  are  brutal" (Trowbesh  MS.)  Preface,  xvii* 

York,  The  Mountebank  of  tune,  mentioned,  368 

"  You  are  no  love  for  me,  Margaret'' (fragment),  640,  641 

"  You  beauteous  Ladies,  great  and  small  "  567 

"  You  country  damsels,  fine  and  gay  " 272 

"  You  Gentle-men  of  England,  that  live  at  home  at  ease"      431,  432,  779,  797 

"  You  have  heard  of  the  frollicsome  Wager  "         Editorial  Sequel,  518 

You  Ladies  of  London  (properly  see  'Ladies  of  London')         tune,  ment.,  161 

"  You  Lasses  of  London,  attend  me" mentioned,  170 

You  London  lads,  be  merry  !  tune,  170,  171 

You  loyal  lovers  all        tunes  (four  distinct  ballads),  mentioned,  115 

"  You  loyal  lovers  all  draw  near"  (see  Bridegroom,  Bristol)    mentioned,  428 

"  You  loyal  lovers  attend  to  my  ditty  "  mentioned,     28 

"  You  loyal  lovers,  far  and  near"  (see  Ship-Carpenter)  mentioned,  428 

"  You  loyal  young  damsels,  whose  lovers  are  bent"  292,  293 

"You  maidens"  (Open  the  door  !)      mentioned,  215 

"  You  Muses,  guide  my  quivering  quill"  quoted,  399 

"  You  pretty  young  men  all,  come  listen  to  my  ditty"  219 

"  You  say  I  am  false,  and  I  freely  confess"  43 

"  You  shall  enjoy  your  heart's  delight  "  mentioned,  177,   199 

"  You  subjects  of  Britton  "  (  =  Britain)  624 

"  You  that  enjoy  your  hearfs  delight  "  mentioned,  177,   199 

"  You  that  have  lost  your  former  joys  "  mentioned,  547 

"  You  traitors  all  that  do  devise  to  hurt  our  Queen,"  etc quoted,  398 

"  You  young  maids  that  would  live  chary  "  mentioned,  326 

Young  Bateman  ....  sub -title,  mentioned,  650 

"  Young  Coridon,  whose  stubborn  heart  "  mentioned,  133 

Young  Damsel's  Lamentation,  The title,  mentioned,  237 

"  Young  Gallants  all,  and  Ladies  fair  "  mentioned,  177 

Young  Jamie  (was  a  lad)  tune,  44 1 

Young  Lady's  Tragedy,  The  title,  mentioned,  236 

"  Young  Lovers  most  discreet  and  wise  "  mentioned,     27 

Young  man  fitted,  The  cunning        sub-title,  mentioned,  318 

Young  man  put  to  his  shifts,  The     title,  mentioned,  525,  528,  796 

"  Young  man,  remember,  delights  are  but  vain  !  "  mentioned,  542 

Young  man,  The  Distracted  title,  mentioned,  115 

Young  man,  The  Languishing  (and  Maria's  Answer)         title,  33  ;  given,     34 

Young  man's  Answer  (lamenting  Cordelia's  death),  The       title,  564,  565 

Young  Man's  hard  shift,  The  208,  212,  213 

Young  man's  Labour  lost,  The         title,  458 

Young  man's  Lamentation,  The       title,  mentioned,  252 

Young  man's  TJnkindness,  Kind  Virgin's  Complaint  against  the  title,  253  to  255 

Young  man's  Wish  (bis:  see  'Wish'),  The       titles,  mentioned,  505 

"  Young  married  Women,  pray  attend  "  mentioned,     27 

"  Young  men  and  maidens,  pray  draw  near"         mentioned,     27 

"  Young  Phaon  sate  upon  the  brink  " and  tune,  7,  100,  101 

"  Young  Phaon  strove  the  bliss  to  taste  "  and  tune,  7,  100,  101,  130,  664 

"  Young  Strephon  fain  the  bliss,"  (properly  "  Young  Phaon  strove")  tune,  lSO 

"  Young  William  met  his  love "  638,639 

Younger  Sister's  Lamentation  for  want  of  a  Husband,  The  sub-title,  246 

Youngest  Sister,  Crumbs  of  Comfort  for  the       title,  248 

Youth  and  Art  (  =  "  It  once  might  have  been,  once  only  ")     title,  quoted,  658 

"  You've  all  heard  tell  of  one  Captain  Wattle"     mentioned,  315 

"  Yt  fell  abowght  the  Lamasse  tyd  "   mentioned,  739 

jJFim'a. 


854 


(P.S.) 

9  ^ugtoump  speaks  t&c  Ferntct 

"  HTHINK  not,  because  I  laugh  and  jest, 
Quaffing  at  banquets  with  the  best, 
I  cannot  see,  or  seeing  feel, 
The  woes  of  those  who  lack  a  meal. 

My  revels  are  unsought  and  rare  : 
Of  Banian-days  I  took  my  share. 

"  Think  not,  because  I  rave  not  loud 
With  all  the  factions'  'vicious  crozvd, 
Who  preach  for  Plunder  h  veiling  creeds, 
I  heed  no  wrongs  where  victim  bleeds. 
Too  well  I  know  the  hateful  gang, 
Misleaders,  who  leave  dupes  to  hang. 

"  Think  not  that  I,  with  narrottfd  mind 
Keeping  aloof,  grow  deaf  or  blind 
To  gross  defects  in  Church  and  State, 
That  crush  the  Poor,  maintain  the  Great : 

But  while  gaunt  Evils  thus  increase, 

I  till  my  little  rood  in  peace. 

"  Do  thine  own  work  I  in  patience  wait, 
A  nd  leave  the  Demagogues  to  prate  ; 
Toil  in  the  Present,  none  may  know 
What  Future  dawns  on  us  below. 

Be  just  and  fear  not,  though  thou  be 
ISIis-judged :  no  hurt  can  come  to  thee  /" 

J.  W.  EBSWORTH. 


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