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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." 


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No. 29. 

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


*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 .... 







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 



& (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 




{Ending Part XVIII.) 



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 




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 


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. 

November 19, 1884. 

VOL. VI. 2 G 


IJ^aUo, mp Jfancp ! 


" 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. 


[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 

w ch benight vs and affright vs, 

& what the Meetors bee. 

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

& the bright Lightning w ch cleeues the clouds in sunder, 

& what the cometts are att w ch 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 3 d > 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 y ts aboue, him [tha]ts below despiseth ; [blotted. 

hee y ts 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 y t gads abroad, he hath the lesse in storinge. 

Welcome, my fancye ! welcome home to mee ! 




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 ! 


[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. 


[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. 


'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 ? 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.] 


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." 


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." 


The Young-Man 's Labour Lost. 


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." 


" 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 w r ed, for fear you bring a knave to bed. 


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.] 



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). 


[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, [~ " G J ie y! ori Z; 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. 


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. 

January 20, 1887. 


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BallaDS on dgooJHfellotos, 

from tbe 

iRojrburgtje Collection* 

" 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)." 


2 H 

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, 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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(Booh jFeiiotos. 

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, 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. 


|_ 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 ; te u - 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 : 

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. 



31ack ©atMantfs lamentation. 

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, 


[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.] 

[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 

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. 


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). 


[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, t 2nd 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. 


[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. 


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, i c f- 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 


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. 


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

il?tcft ant) ifrotl) ; 


^§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. 



€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. 


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

Ct)e iI?oble i&roDtgal; 


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 meil T- 

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. i al - !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 [*■'*• a P 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. 


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.] 


[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 ; 

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.] 


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, 


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. 


[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; 

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.] 


[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. C Is '" '•' ■' 

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. 


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. 


[Roxburghe Collection, IV. 52.] 

Cl)e Min$ of (tSooD jftllotos ; 


%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. 


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. 

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. 


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.] 


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. 


€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. 


[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. 


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. 


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." 


-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. 


[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. 


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. 



[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 


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. 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 208.] 

a 3lest; oc, faster Constable. 

To the Tune of, The Three Pilgrims. l 


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. 


" 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 


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.] 

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.) 

~\f r 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 s J 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. 


A'ovember 2, 1887. 

35ntJ of Hjc (Srottps of (Eooti-JWlofos. 


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.] 



®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. 


[Koxburghe Collection, II. 188 ; Pepys, IV. 272 ; Euing, 127.] 

dSot) BpeeD tl)e $Ioto, anti bless tt)e 

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.] 


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. 


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." 


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." 


524 God Speed the Plough. 


" 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 


" 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." 


" 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 


" 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." 


" '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." 


" '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 


" 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 

" 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 


" 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." 


" 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] 


Souse is meat (pork chiefly) laid in brine-pickle, ready for boiling. 


QHje pourjljman's &rt of Mooing, anrj Efte tfKflMHatVa 


.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). 


[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.) 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 347 ; Jersey, III. 78.] 

Ztyt $$ilkmaift f 8 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. 


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 - — ■ 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 471; Jersey, II. 26.] 

Crue Bleto ti)e }Motuman ; 


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. 


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, i v - in f ra - 

"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 


* * 


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." 


[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 

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 


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 ®roup of 

JUcjenDarp antr 3&omanttc Balla&s 

jfrom t&e iRortmrgfjc Collection. 




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. 


Printeti fot tfte IMlaO ^ocietp, 




Lcpntsarp anD IRomantic T5allatJs, 

(Several not hitherto Reprinted.) 


to a true kriend, student of hlstory and lover of 
Ballad Literature, 



Editor of 'The Kentish Garland,' 1881-2: 
With thanks from Fellow- Members of the Ballad Society. 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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 

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.) 


[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. 


^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. 


€{je (EOanticrmfj prince of Crop, or Cluccn Dino» 


" 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 ] 


•[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.] 

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, t in sk J" 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, L a '- wt 'i n - 

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. 

" 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." 

" 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 : 
do not frown ! thy angry look 
Hath made my breath my life forsooke. 120 

\_JEnea&,~\ the Wandering Prince of Troy. 


" 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 : 

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.] 



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." 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. p. 284; Rawlinson, 83; Jersey, 1.241 ; Pepys, IV. 81.] 

2i JLoofttng dSlass for JLaDteS; 

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 : 
" 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.] 



€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, w r as drowned : and the foolish coroners 
of that age found it was ' Hero of Sestos.' But these are all lies." 


-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 launch 1 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 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, 
" 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. 


[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 : 

" 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 


" 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). 


[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 «'' » see p- 559 - 

vouchsafe to speak, lest my heart break, 
I banisht am. from thy sweet company ; 
'Tis not thy Father's anger can abate my love, i al - 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.' ' C Line 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 °- 

" 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 : 
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! t Read 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 

B 1 


[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.] 


Coroclia'g Lamentation for tge absence of ger CergacD^ 


>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 

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 C See 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, 


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." 


[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.] 


[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 'Elise 1 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, l al - 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 


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, ["•'■ s lonous - 

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. 


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. 


[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. 
" 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 : 
" 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 


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, 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 

*& j 

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 

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 ! 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 ? " 



[Roxburghe Collection, II. 573. Probably unique.] 

Ci)e Jl5e\D Batoto ; 

£Dt, a Mewge'0 ^Lamentation foe tfic low of get £>toeet= 
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 : 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 ! 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 

! 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. 


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 : who can tell how ? 
Balow, balow, \_weep not for me], etc. 






[No publisher's name or woodcut. Black-letter. Original issue, 1626-7.] 


vflftl f^MililllBll^ 


j^jgjnai l^raRilVi 



a £>tocrt lluUaWc* [See P ,576. 

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 



[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, t As 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, l a - 1 - smilin e 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. 


[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, 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 ! 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 ! 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 : 

! 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. 


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, 
do not ! lest for thee I shed my sanguine drops in tears." 64 


[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.] 


[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 


[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.) 


Cijc Gallant ®raf)am.$ of ^cotlantK 

Fresbyteriani ligavenint, Iiulependantes trucidaverunt." — Salmasius. 


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 


<£ljc (Gallant (Srtafjatns. 

[Scott's Minstrelsy version.] 

OW, fare thee weel, sweet Ennerdale I 1 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 Aboyne 10 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. 


[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, [«■ mis P- 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, P 646 - 

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. 


" 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, i a - 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, ii u - 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.] 


2 Q 


%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. 


[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, 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 ?Lad y Gra y> 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, \- c f- 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." 


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. 


[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. [jvw e , 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. 

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. 


" 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. 


[Vf. pp. 594, 604. 


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.] 


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. 


[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 


[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 

" ! pardon, ! 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." 

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. 


[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 Dccdalus 1 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 ! 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 Erslington 3 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. 


[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. 


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 


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: — 

' ' 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. 

" 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 : — 

" 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." 

" 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, 
" 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 : — 

" open the door, Love Gregory, 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." 


[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. 


[She lands. 




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.] i nto a l an den 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, l Lord 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. 


" 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-7 T-y C~^-> — 


[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. 

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 Oli 1 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.] 



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. 


[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. 

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 ? " 

" 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." 


' ' 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." 


[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 



[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." 


[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 


[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. 


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, ' hone ! 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.) 


[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 

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. 


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). 



[Roxburghe Collection III. 789, on same leaf.] 

OBnglanD's ®iot:p; 

©r, £)uI>e 32EflIiam'gjKrmtnpfj obcr tfje Eebcls in Scotland. 


)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 


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.] 

[& jFragm 1 of n e BallatJ of EorH Barnartj & the Utttle iHusjjrabe.] 

[ The beginning half-page is lost.] 

For this same night att B[ . . . .]/litle Musgreue is in bed w th 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/ w ch ffull sore grieueth mee, 

for w ch He repent all the dayes of my life,/ and god be with them all 3. 


[" 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. 


[Wit Restor'd, 1658, p. 174 ; Ibid. 1873, p. 388.] 

€I)c olo IMIao of iLtttle Musgrave 

anD tf)t llallu Barnard. 


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 

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 

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 

' 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 

' 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 

'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 

' 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- 6 2V. 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.' 


[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 

" 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. 


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." 

*' 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. 

" 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.] 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 499 ; Euing, 384 ; Jersey, II. 48 ; Douce, II. 

245 vo., 2oi vo.] 



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 ? 
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 

" 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 


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. 


[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, ! 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 

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. 



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. 


[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 b y 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. 


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 

Printed and Sold in Aldermary Church- Yard, Bow-Lane, London. 
[White-letter, with two woodcuts, one on p. 641 ; the other of a funeral.] 

Ctoo IMIans on Lorn Cfcomas ana jFatr OEleanor. 


" 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.] 


[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. t for - 
" 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. 


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.] 


[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, t c '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. 


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. 

- -ZQ&^^&Z*^- 


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 

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." 


[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. L See pp- 65 °. ™i, 7 G5 -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." 

then cry'd out the Scullion-boy as loud as loud might be, 

" 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, " 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. 

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, 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 


[Neiccas(!e-uj)on- Tyne : fruited and sold by John White.] 



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. 


[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* 



, 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 ! 

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 ?] [ tex t " 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 

" 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 - 


[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.] 



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, 

" 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. 

'o v 

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, 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, " 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, 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, 
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. 


[Roxb. Coll., III. 278 ; Pepys, III. 42 ; Huth, I. 61 ; Douce, III. 18 verso.] 

Cupid's i&etoenge ; 


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 
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. 


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. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. -190 ; Pepys, III. 282 ; Jersey, I. 237.] 

HLfytUXlanbvim prince and princess, 


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." t tcxt . "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. 


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.] 


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 


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,) [= P re y- 

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 w th in this compast stone, 
Fayre Rosamond, not nowe the world's fayre rose ; 
Who whilome sweetest smelt, follow'd by none, 
Doth nowe w th deadly staunch infest y e nose. F. L. 


This marble stone doth here enclose the world's fayre not too sweet rose ; 
In whome too late the world's repose doth nowe w th 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.] 


[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 


(>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.] 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 658 ; Douce, III. 98 verso ; Euing, 238.] 

Ct)e (Unfortunate Concubine ; 


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 

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 

Frinted and Sold at the Printing Office, in Alder mar y Church-Yard, Bow-Lane, 


[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 ! 

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. 


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 : — 

" no, 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." 


[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 
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.] 


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 ?" 


[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 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 

" 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. 


[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 ? 


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. 



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. 


[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." 


C6e cEOanticnng; 3!^. 


" 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 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, 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 s 1 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." 


[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." 


[Eoxburghe Collection, III. 718 ; Bagford, II. 8 ; Ouvry, II. 39 ; Pepys, I. 

524 ; Wood, 401, 123.] 

€i)e Wianbtvins 3m ; 

%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, 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, 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.] 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 47, 732,733; Pepys, I. 482; Wood's, 401, fol. 

121 ; Douce, II. 240.] 

Ci)e JKHanDertng 3Jeto's Chronicle ; 


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. t Knt - = 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 ; [ VO l. 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. 



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 


&\)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. 


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 ! 


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. 


[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 


[Roxburgbe Collection, II. 531. Apparently Unique.] 



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 ! 


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. 


[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. 


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). 


_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. 


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; [ l Theu' = 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 : ' 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. let him pass ! lie hates him 
That would upon the rack of this tough world 
Stretch him out longer." 
Edgar. — "lie is gone, indeed." 


[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 
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 

' ' 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 


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). 


[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 ; 

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 


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. 


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 


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 


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 


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. JDON v - 

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. 



lancclott Du lac. 

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 


[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 meit 1 anc * ^ et ^ m res ^' we '^ tr y 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 d J 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. 



€>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 ! did break the Dragon'' s heart." 

Percy printed the ballad in his, 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, 
honi soit qui mal y pense ! 


[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. 


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, l aI - 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. 


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.] 


%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 / w ch many people had opprest. 

Some of her bones in warwicke yett / there for a monument doth lye, 

w ch 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 w th my hands 1 hewed a house / out of a craggy rocke of stone, 

& liued like a palmer poore / w thin 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 t hat I must dye. 

I sent to her a ring of gold / by w ch shee knew me presentlye : 

then shee, repairing to the graue / befor t hat 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 t hat endured this toyle, [transp. 

my stature ingrauen in marble [cjold / this pre sent time you may behold. ["Mold." 


[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. 


[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 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. 


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 

Where I atchieved for her sake right dangerous conquests with my 

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*. 


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. 

r 36 

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 


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. 


[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. 


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." 

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 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. 


[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 


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. 


[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 

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 y e 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. 

" 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 y e 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 v e 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 

" 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 ! 


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, 
the French were beaten downe, 

Morris -pikes and bowmen." 

— T. Heywood's King Edward IV., Part I. hi. 2, 1599. 


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.) 

A f 


[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." 

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." 

then returned this lovely page. [ read trust y> P assim - 

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, l See 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. 

then we marched into the French land, l del - ' 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 ; 
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. 



Uting Jofrn anti tfic abbot of Canterbury 

" Not with blinded eye-sight poring over miserable hooks! " 

— Tennyson's Locksley Hull. 

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. 



[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 

" 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 

" 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. 

" 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. 

W T ith 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 

" 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." 
" 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 


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 



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 — so bright and clear ! 
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. 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 170 ; Douce [dupli.), I. 109 verso; Pepys, I. 472.] 

€&c Eing ant) tfje 15tsf)op ; 

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, " 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 w r ith 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.] 


[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. 


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 

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. 


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 [mi V ."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. 


[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. 


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. 

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 


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. 

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 


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. 
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 

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. 

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 

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. 

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 

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. 

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 

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.] 


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. 



17. vii. 'vs. 

J. W. Ebsworth. 




" 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, 


[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. 


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., 
" ! that I were with my true Love." 


[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. 


llovo CCtgmott anti faiv Jenbtl of SDungmots. 

" There lately was a Maiden fair, 


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 


[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 

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 

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." 



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.] 



[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. 


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 ! 


[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." 


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.) 


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. 

" 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 ! 


[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 ! 


[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, 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. 


[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 ; 


£. 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*. ) 


[Pepys Collection, IV. 2G8 ; Douce, I. 13 verso.] 

Clje IBtrDs' ^armortp. w . w . m ,m.i 


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 ; 
W T hich 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 ; u C xt, < 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.] 


[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. 


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. 


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 


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 
• * iM 4 Colonel Thomas Blood, who stole the Crown Jewels on May 9, 1G71. 


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. 


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. 


[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 .' ' " 


[Pepys Collection, V. 217. Apparently unique.] 

an crcellent JT^ctu ^ong, calfD JlMlp's Constancy; 


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 

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.] 


[(Roxburghe Collection, III. 441 ;) Pepys, V. 361 ; Jersey, III. 67.] 

E\)z jFattljfttl JHarriner; 
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 A T o^.] 

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 


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 


[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. 


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 y e 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 y e 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, t See 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.'" 


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 y l 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. 


M[artin] P[arker]. 

Printed at London for C\idhbert\ Wright. 


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, 

Walcot, Dr. John, 609. 
Warner, William, 712. 
Wedderburn, J. (imperfect), 201. 
Wild, Dr. Robert, 456. 


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. 

The Priory, Molash, 1888. 

[This cut belongs to pp. 147, 247.] 


£>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. 


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 


200, 205 
... mentioned, 528 
... mentioned, 6 
tune, 161 

burden and title, 331. 
254, 264 ; given, 


3 F 

802 The Roxburghe Ballads' Index : 


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 


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 


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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 ' what a plague is Love ! ' 

Answer to Parthenia's Complaint 

Answer to Love's Lamentable Tragedy, The Young Man's 


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 



133, 134, 199 


quoted, 618 





382 to 


As I walk'd forth to take the air " (T. Love Pew.) 
As I walk'd forth to view the plain " 

tune, 115, 259, 


mentioned, 681 

First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Junes. 


" 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, 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 ! 


mentioned, 237 

mentioned, 237 

237, 238 


mentioned, 318 

mentioned, 170, 228 



633, 634 


mentioned, 136, 309 

mentioned, 183 

mentioned, 66, 368 



mentioned, 170 

tune, mentioned, 148 
burden, 419 

mentioned, 446 

mentioned, 446 

title, mentioned, 639 

mentioned, 32 

title, 43 


title, 420 
quoted, 371 


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 


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, 

643, 645, 

617, 620 to 

title, mentioned, 
574 to 


Baloo, my boy, lie still and sleep " 

mentioned, 576 


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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 


and burden, 576, 
title and tune, 575 to 579 

tune, 212 

title, 629 

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 


title, mentioned 

Scotch version, fragment 

sub -title 

title, 786 

T»ffoldsby Legend, mentioned 

title, mentioned 

and tune, 289 

sub-title, 419 ; given 

title, mentioned 


burden and tune, 127 




First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 807 


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 

808 The Rorburghc Ballad* Index : 


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. 


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 " 


184) title, mentioned, 6 

tune, 115 

title, mentioned, 221 

66, 70, 115 


mentioned, 356 

mentioned, 5v0 

mentioned, 428 ; given, 441 

mentioned, 32 

mentioned, 318 


burden, 212, 213 

burden and tune, 212 

, 450 ; mentioned, 455 

mentioned, 292 

mentioned, 300 

mentioned, 5 



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, 


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 



mentioned, 556 


mentioned,' 318 



170, 251 



273, 276, 277 
mentioned, 237 





title, mentioned, 38^ 

810 The Roxburghe Ballads Index : 


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 

First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 811 


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 


time, 778 

title, 1.32, 153 

sub-title, 89, 152 


title, mentioned, 156 

title, mentioned, 28 

title, mentioned, 

title (omitted entry as 2*), 170, 

title, mentioned, 



title, mentioned, 

(Second Part), 

mentioned, 448 ; given, 


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 










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, ' 


tune, 547, 548, 

title, ment., Preface, 
(See Digby's) 30, 39, 


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 

First Lines, Burden*, Titles, and Tunes. 813 


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 


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 


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 


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, 



First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 


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 


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, 



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) 




















tune, 38 

title, mentioned, 382 

sub-title, 635 

title, mentioned, 119 









sub-title, 36, 

mentioned, 570, 

title, mentioned, 


_ 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 


" 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 





sub -title, quoted, 

title, 339, V,V2, 


title, 315, 501, 


! sub-title, 






tune, 623, 


title, 594, 600, 604, 










:.... title, 348, 


title, quoted, 


594, 597, 


title, 5S7, 590, 


title, 587, 588, 590. 




title, 542, 543, 


title, mentioned, 



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. 


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 


tune, 152, 153 

and burden, 450 to 455 

title, quoted, 256 

title, 108, 115, 116 

alternative title, 289 

26 ; given, 






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 


Epilogue, 760 

meutioued, 236 



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 


The Iiou burghe Ballads Index : 


title, mentioned, 41 
title, 65; given, 



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 

82, 83 
570, 774 
burden, 797 
542 ; given, 560 
tune (earlier known as the Kant), 509 

mentioned, 177 

tune, mentioned, 300 


Editorial title, 

title, quoted, 732, 


title, 594, 595, 

title, mentioned. 



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 (for next vol.), 

252 to 



tune, 520, 








First Lines, Burden*, Titles, and Tunes. 


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 " 







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 " 


315, 502 

690; given, 779 


mentioned, 27 


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 


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" ( 


quoted (Introd. Notes) 


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, 


tarry) tune, 587, 

" and tune, 26, 148, 149, 254, 660, 


p. 205) mentioned, 

tune mentioned, 


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 










burden varies, 478 

burden, 293 

quoted, 380 

mentioned, 183 

mentioned, 27 

tune, 587, 590 

burden, 126 

mentioned, 36, 39, 65 

burden, 155 



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 


822 The Roxburghc Ballads' Index : 


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 

First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 



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 




tyde ") 


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, 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 


Jenny's Lamentation for the loss of her Jemmy title, 177, 184, 196 

Jenny's Prudent Resolution alternative title, mentioned, 236 


The Rojcburghe Ballads Index 


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 



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, 


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 


title, quoted, 660 

title, 749 

tune, 747 

title, 786 

136 ; given, 730 

title, mentioned, 725 

title, mentioned, 570 

title, 743, 744 

First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 825 


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, (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 

826 The Roxburghc Ballads' Index : 


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, 




title, mentioned, 


title, mentioned, 








title, 607, 672, 


First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 827 


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 

828 The Roxburghe Ballads' Index : 


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 














First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 829 


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 


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 


title, quoted, 709, 711 


title, 408 ; given 

title, mentioned 

title, 177 

title, mentioned 
title, mentioned, 177 

title, 236 

title, ment., 177 


title, mentioned 


title, 237 

title, mentioned 

title, mentioned 

title, ment., 177 

sub-title, mentioned, 26 

title, mentioned 


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 



sub-title, quoted 

title, 411 

title, mentioned 

. part-title, mentioned 

title, mentioned 

title, quoted, 761 


etc burden, quoted 

title and tune, 640 

colloquial title 

title, 640 


title, mentioned 

title, 26, 789 ; given 

title, 199, 368, 36D 

title, mentioned 

title, mentioned, 364 

315, 468, 509, 510 

part-title, mentioned 


title, mentioned 








First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 831 


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 

832 The Roxburglie Ballads 1 Index : 


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 

First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 833 


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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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 


588, 589 

mentioned, 115 

mentioned, 64 

variations, 469 


mentioned, 170 



tune, mentioned, 254 

mentioned, 339 

mentioned, 254 

sub-title, 58, 140 

108, 137 

tune, 64 to 70, 1 1 5 

mentioned, 564 


tune, 336, 337 

mentioned, 136 

title, 92, 93, 97 
title, 428 ; given, 441 

! and Oh ! [indexed toqether, as though identical, beinq often interchanged.") 
( " 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 " 

! man in desperation 

Oh, my dearest ! come away " 

no, no. no ! not yet 

noble England, fall down upon thy knee " 

open the door, Lord Gregory ! " (Scotch fragment) 

open the door, Love Gregory ! " (Ditto.) 

open the door, some pitty to show ! " 

! pity a Lover who lies, I declare " 

O pity, Arminda, those passions I bear ! " 

saw ye my father, and saw ye my mother? " 

' ! ' says the cuckoo, loud and stout " (bis) 

0, such a fellow' s Trne-Blue ! 

such a Rogue would be hang'd ! 

! that I were with my true-love ! " 

! that I were young for you 

! the Boys of Kilkenny are all roving blades " 

treacherous Lovers, what do you intend ? " 

wanton King Edward ! " 

welcome, my dearest ! welcome to the shore ! " 

wert thou in the cauld blast " 

! wha is that at my chamber door ?" 

wha will shoe my bonny feet ? " (bis) 

! what a pitiful passion ! " 

Oh ! what a madness 'tis to borrow or lend ! " 

! who '11 comb my yellow locks ? " 



tune, 259, 



, mentioned, 


tune, 557, 











burden, quoted, 
burden, mentioned, 













second part, 










First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 835 


" who would fix his eyes " 328 

" why does my True-Love so sadly disdain ? " 33 ; given, 34 

" ye powers be kind unto me ! " 81 

" yes ! 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 

836 The Roxburghe Ballads Index : 


" 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 

First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 837 


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 

838 The Roxburghe Ballad* Index : 


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, 




tune, 619, 


tune, 509, 510, 


.... title. 514, 


title, mentioued, 


title, mentioned, 








second title, 


First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Times. 839 


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 

840 The Roxburghe Ballads' Index : 


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 


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 


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 


. 145 


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 


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 


title, mentioned, 33 
title of Prelude, vii* 
title, 624, 625 







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, 658, 

425, 779 ; given, 


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 


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, 


653, 655, 657, 672, 




title, mentioned, 


title, mentioned, 





Notes, xxi, 108, 136, 


title, mentioned, 





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 

844 The Roxburghe Ballads 1 Index 

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 


... tune, 762, 


... mentioned, 





and tune, 58, 



... mentioned, 


sub -title. 


... mentioned, 


e, mentioned, 








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. 


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 JN T orthomberlande " 

The purest wine so brisk end fine, etc. 


burden, mentioned, 326 

quoted, 317 

177, 195 



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 " 

quoted, 726 

19; given, 585 

burden, varies, 447 


burden intermittent, 310 
and tune, 229, 230, 235 



quoted, 660 


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 


mentioned, 64 

mentioned, 27 

mentioned, 33 


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 : 


" 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 


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, 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 : 


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 

First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 


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, 


mentioned, 283 

417, 421 

title, mentioned, 692 

title, 690, 692 ; g., 691 


690, 778 ; given, 





title, 101, 664 

title, 539, 547, 548, 551 

title, mentioned, 551 






title, mentioned, 


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 

title r 542, 559, 734 

mentioned, 276 

tune, 734 

and tune, 



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 








3 i 

850 The Roxburghe Ballads* Index : 


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 


" 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 : 

" 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, 58, 




title, mentioned, 








title, mentioned, 




First Lines, Burdens, Titles, and Tunes. 853 


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 ") titl