THE
Surprized Lord & Lady;
OR,
The Couragious West-Country Serving-man.
To the Tune of, I often for my Jenny strove.
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OF late we hear in Devon-shire,
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Of a Renowned Noble Peer,
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Who with his youthful Lady gay,
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Into a Forrest took his way,
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For delightful Recreation,
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amongst pleasant Flowers blown;
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Being attended, and defended,
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by one Serving man alone.
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The little Birds did sweetly sing,
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Making the shady Groves to ring;
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As on the tender Branches green,
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Those Woody Choiresters were seen:
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While their time they spent in pleasure
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suddenly they were surpriz'd;
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Six Men they counted, rarely mounted
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yet those Robbers were disguis'd.
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The Thieves with naked Sword in hand
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Straight bid the Lord and Lady stand,
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And without any more ado,
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Deliver Gold and Silver too:
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'T'ent a time to stand and dally,
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therefore readily comply,
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To yield your Treasure, at our pleasure
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or else by the Sword you dye.
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The frighted Lady full of grief,
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She [trembled] like an Aspen-Leaf,
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Hearing those Villains thus run down
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Her Loyal Lord of high Renown;
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No Entreaties would appease them,
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for the Ruffians did reply,
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Give us your Treasure, at our pleasure,
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or else by the Sword you dye.
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The Noble Lord he straight reply'd,
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What you demand shall by deny'd;
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Here shall you win before you wear,
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My Gold and Silver, I declare:
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He no sooner this had spoken,
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but a Pistol forth he drew;
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Then run up nigher, and gave Fire,
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slaying one, and wounding two.
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Likewise stout Will the Serving-man,
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Couragiously he did fall on,
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And held the other three in play,
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This was a sharp and bloody Fray:
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The young Lord at length was wounded
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but when Will the same did see,
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For that Disaster of his Master,
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straight he vow'd reveng'd he'd be.
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Their Shot and Powder being spent,
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They with their swords to fighting went,
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The which stout Will cou'd handle well,
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He vow'd his Anger to expell:
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Still their Passes he defended,
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giving one so deep a Wound,
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As he did reach him, this did fetch him,
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with a vengeance to the ground,
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Which when the other two beheld,
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They were with fear and wonder fill'd,
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And did endeavour straight to fly,
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But William warmly did supply
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This with his sharp trusty Weapon,
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which won't of the smallest size,
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Did pursue them, Cut and hew them,
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till he Conquer'd them likewise.
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He presently Disarm'd the Crew,
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Of Sword, Carbines, and Pistols too
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Then brought them to a Justice bound,
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Who soon for them a Prison found:
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Then at Sizes must they answer
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for this black and horrid Crime,
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May many others of their Brothers,
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likewise taken be in time.
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Soon after this, the Noble Lord,
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He gave his Servant a Reward,
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Of fifty Guinnies, in his hand,
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Since he Couragiously did stand
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In the midst of all the Danger
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with undaunted Courage then
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He well may glory in this Story,
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there's but few such Serving-men.
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