The Royal Match of
BEAR-BAITING:
Being a New Song, Written by an English Saylor, a Well-wisher to the Right
Valiant Couragious Mastiffs, and the Total Overthrow of the French BEAR.
Tune of, The new Game at Cards;
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1.
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OLd Lewis had a rugged Bear,
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Whose Jaws did threaten that he'd tear
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In sunder all where-e're he came:
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Until stout Mastiffs of the Game,
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Resolv'd to pull his Courage down,
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Fighting the Bear for a French Crown.
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2.
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Those Mastiffs was true English breed,
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Who with the Valiant Dutch agreed,
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To fight the Bear, both Tooth and Nail,
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And doubted not but to prevail,
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In bringing his fierce Courage down,
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Fighting for the French Royal Crown.
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3.
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The Wager on both sides was laid,
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And likewise preparation made,
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That these stout Mastiffs might advance,
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To Bait this Bruitish Bear of France,
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And pull his fiery Courage down,
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Fighting for the French Royal Crown.
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4.
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An English Dog amongst the rest,
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They did approve to be the best,
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Old Grizel they his Name did call,
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And was Commander over all
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Those Valiant Mastiffs of Renown,
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Who then wou'd fight for a French Crown.
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5.
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Old Grizel likewise did prefer
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Young Lap-Dogs unto Office there,
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Whose Courage, Conduct, Care and Skill,
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Was like Old Grizels, who wou'd Kill
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The Bear before he went from Town,
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And win the Wager of a Crown.
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6.
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All things prepar'd, away they go,
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The Mastiffs, Spanniels, Lap-Dogs too;
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And Grizel did his Wrath declare,
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Drinking Confusion to the Bear:
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For Englands Honour and Renown;
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He'd win the Wager of a Crown.
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7.
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This was at Grizel's going out,
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That he thus Whipt the Bear about;
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But when the Beast he did draw near,
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He stink'd, nay shrink'd, and quak'd for fear;
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While the stout Mastiffs of Renown,
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Would fain have plaid for a French Crown.
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8.
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He call'd his Lap-Dogs then with speed,
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And made a Speech; they all agreed,
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That broken Bones yields no Delight,
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And they had rather Eat than Fight:
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But the stout Mastiffs of Renown,
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Was fierce to fight for a French Crown.
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9.
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The Mastiffs they were wild to go,
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At length Old Grizel he did show
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Them where this rugged Bear did lye,
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Yet would not venture to come nigh:
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But the stout Mastiffs of Renown,
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Was mad to fight for a French Crown.
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10.
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The Mastiffs then began to Growl,
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And was resolved to fall foul
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On this Old Bear, and up they'd go,
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Whether Old Grizel woud or no:
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For Englands Honour and Renown,
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They'd fairly play for a French Crown.
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11.
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Their Throats like Thunder in the Air,
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Did seem the very Clouds to tear;
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For being eager of the Game,
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They from their Mouths sent streams of Flame,
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Like well-bred Mastiffs of Renown,
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who bravely plaid for a French Crown.
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12.
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Had but Old Grizel back'd them there,
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This sowre rugged Dancing Bear
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Had ne'r return'd to France again,
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But would have been destroy'd and slain
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by well-bred Mastiffs of Renown,
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who fairly plaid for a French Crown.
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13.
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Another Match we mean to play,
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But Grizel shall not lead the way:
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We'll make the Bear to Rave and Roar,
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Then will he flye, and never more
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Come near this Nation of Renown,
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Then Lewis have at thy French Crown.
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FINIS.
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