The Royall Oak:
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The wonderfull travells, miraculous escapes, strange accidents of
his sacred Majesty King Charles the Second.
How from Worcester sight by a good hap, Our Royall King made an escape;
How he dis-robd himself of things that precious were,
And with a knife cut off his curled hair;
How a hollow Oak his palace was as then, And how King Charles became a serving-man
To the Tune of, in my freedom is all my Joy.
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COme friends and unto me draw near
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A sorrowfull dity you shall hear,
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You that deny your lawfull Prince
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Let Conscience now your faults convince,
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And now in love and not in fear,
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Now let his presence be your joy,
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whom God in mercy would not destroy
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The relation that here I bring
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Concerning Charles our Royall King,
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Through what dangers he hath past
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And is proclaimed King at last;
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The Princes sorrows we will sing
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Which the fates sorely did anoy
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and God in mercy would not destroy.
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After Worcester most fatall fight
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When that King Charles was put to flight,
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When many men their lives laid down
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To bring thesr Soveraign to the Crown,
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The which was a most glorious sight;
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Great was his Majesties convoy
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whom God in mercy would not destroy.
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In Worcester battle fierce and hot,
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His horse twice under him was shot,
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And by a wise and prudent thrift
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To save his life was forcd to shift,
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Without difficulty it was not:
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Providence did him safely convoy
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whom God in mercy would not destroy.
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And being full of discontents
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Stript off his Princely Ornaments,
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Thus full of troubles and of cares,
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A knife cut off his curled hairs,
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Whereby the hunters he prevents:
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God did in mercy him convoy
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So that they could not him destroy.
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A chain of gold he gave away
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Worth three hundred pounds that day,
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In this disguise by honest thrift
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Command all for themselves to shift,
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With one friend both night and day:
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Poor Prince alone to Gods convoy
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His foes they could not him destroy.
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These two wandred into a Wood
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Where a hollow Oak there stood,
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And for his precious lives dear sake
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Did of that Oak his palace make,
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His friend towards night provided food,
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So their precious lives the did enjoy
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whom God in mercy would not destroy
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Lord Willmot most valiant and stout,
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He was pursued by the Rout,
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Was hid in a fiery kiln of Mault
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And so escaped the Souldiers assault,
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Which searched all the house about,
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Not dreaming the kiln was his convoy
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which God in mercy would not destroy.
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The Second Part, To the same Tune.
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ANd relates King Charles his miseries,
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Which forced tears from tender eyes;
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Mistrisse Lane entreats him earnestly,
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For to find out his Majesty,
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And him to save she would devise,
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Unto her house they him convoy,
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Whom God, etc.
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King Charles a livery Cloak wore than,
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And became a Servingman,
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And Westward rode towards the Sea,
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Intended transported to be,
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And Mistrisse Lane now please he can,
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Which was the Kings safest convoy,
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Whom God, etc.
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An accident of great renown,
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As they were for to ride throw a Town,
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A Troop of Horse stood crosse the street;
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Then jealousie the King did greet,
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And Fortune seemd on him to frown,
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He thought the Fates would him annoy,
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Whom God in mercy, etc.
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The Captain commanded his men,
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To th Right and Left to open then,
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For harmlesse Travellers he them did take
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And an intervail for them did make,
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And so they passed on again
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Unto King Charless no small joy.
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Whom God, etc.
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His Mistresse coming to her In
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Left William her man in the Kitchin;
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The Cook maid askt where he was born,
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And what Trade that he did learn:
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To frame his excuse he did begin,
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Thus his sorrow was turnd to joy,
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Whom God, etc.
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To answer mild he thus begun,
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At Brumigam a Nailers son:
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Then said the maid the Jack stands still,
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Pray wind it up if that you will,
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Which he did, suspition to shun,
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And somewhat did the same annoy,
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Yet did not the same quite destroy.
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As those that were by do say
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He went about it the wrong way,
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Which angred the Maid the same to see,
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She calld him a clownish Boobee
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In all my life that ever I saw;
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Her railing causd him laugh for joy.
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Whom God, etc.
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After many weeks in jeopardy,
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He was wafted into Normandy,
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The God of Heaven for his person card,
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The Ship-Master had a great reward.
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Thus the good Prince from hence did flye,
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To suffer hardship he was not coy.
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Which now will be this nations joy.
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