The last Newes from France.
Being a true Relation of the escape of the King of Scots from Worcester to
London, and from London to France, who was conveyed away by a young
Gentleman in womans apparrell: The King of Scots attending on this sup-
posed Gentlewoman in manner of a Servingman.
The tune is, When the King enjoyes his own again.
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ALL you that do desire to know
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what is become of the King of Scots
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I unto you will truly show,
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after the fight of the Northern Rats
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Twas I did convey
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His Highnesse away,
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And from all dangers set him free,
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In womans attire,
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As reason did require,
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And the King himself did wait on me.
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He of me a service did crave,
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and often-times to me stood bear,
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In womans apparrel he was most brave
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and on his chin he had no hare,
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Where ever I came
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My speeches did frame,
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So well my Waiting-man to free,
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The like was never know,
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I think by any one.
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For the King etc.
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My Waiting man a Jewell had,
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which I for want of Mony sold,
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Because my Fortune was so bad,
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wee turnd our Jewell into Gold,
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A good shift indeed,
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In time of our need.
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Then glad was I and glad was he,
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Our cause it did advance,
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Untill wee came to France,
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And the King. etc.
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Wee walked through Westminster-hall,
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where Law and Justice doth take place
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Our grief was great our comfort small,
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wee lookt grim death all in the face.
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I looked round about,
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And made no other doubt.
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But I and my man should taken be.
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The people little knew.
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As I may tell to you.
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That the King himself did wait on me.
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FRom thence we went to the fatall place
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where his Father lost his life.
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And there my man did weep apace.
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and sorrow with him then was rife.
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I bid him peace.
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Let sorrow cease.
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For fear that we should taken be.
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The gallants in Whiteahll.
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Did little know at all.
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That the King himself did wait on me.
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The King he was my Servingman,
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and thus the plot we did contrive,
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I went by the name of Mistresse Ann
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when we took water at Queen. hive.
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A boat there we took,
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And London forsook.
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And now in France arrived are we,
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We got away by stealth,
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And the King is in good health,
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And he shall no longer wait on me.
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The King of Denmarks dead they say.
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then Charls is like to rule the Land,
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In France he will no longer stay
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as I do rightly understand.
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That Land is his due
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If they be but true.
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And he with them do well agree,
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I heard a Bird sing.
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If he be once their King,
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my man will then my Master be.
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Now heaven grant them better successe
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with their young King then England had
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Free from warr and from distresse,
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their Fortune may not be so bad.
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Since the case thus stands
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Let neighbouring Lands
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Lay down their arms and at quiet be
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But as for my part
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Im glad withall my heart
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That my man must now my Master be.
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And thus I have declard to you
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by what means wee escapd away
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Now wee bid our cares adiew
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though the King did loose the day
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To him I was true,
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And that well he knew
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Tis God that must his comfort be
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else all our policy
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had bin but foolery
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For the King no longer waits on me.
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