A Loyal Song of the Royal Feast, kept by the Prisoners
in the Tower, in August 1648. with the Names, Titles, and Characters of every Prisoner.
By Sir F. Wortley, Knight and Baronet, Prisoner.
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GOd save the best of Kings, King Charles,
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The best of Queens, Queen Mary,
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The Ladies all, Gloster and York,
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Prince Charles so like old Harry:
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God send the King his own again,
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His Towre, and all his Coyners,
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And bless all Kings who are to raign
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From Traytors and Purloyners.
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The King sent us poor Traytors here
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(But you may guess the reason)
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Two brace of Bucks to mend the cheere,
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Is't not to eat them Treason?
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K. Henry
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of France
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the fourth.
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Let Selden search Cotton's Records,
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And Royley in the Tower,
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They cannot match the president,
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It is not in their power.
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Old Collet would have joy'd t'ave seen
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This president recorded,
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For all the papers he ere saw
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Scarce such an one afforded.
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The King sent us, etc.
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But that you may these traytors know
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I'le be so bold to name them,
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That if they ever traytors prove,
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Then this record may shame them:
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But these are well try'd loyal blades
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(If England ere had any)
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Search both the Houses through and through,
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Youl'd scarcely find so many.
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The King sent us, etc.
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The first and chief a Marquess is
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Long with the State did wrestle,
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Had Ogle done as much as he,
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They'd spoil'd Will. Wallers Castle:
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Ogle had wealth and title got,
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So layd down his Commissions,
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The noble Marquess would not yield,
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But scorn'd all base conditions.
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The King sent us, etc.
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The next a worthy Bishop is,
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Of Schismaticks was hated,
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But I the cause could never know,
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Nor see the reason stated:
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The cries were loud, God knows the cause,
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They had a strange Committee,
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Which was a foot well near a year,
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They would have had small pitty.
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The King sent us, etc.
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The next to him is a Welsh Judge
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Durst tell them what was treason,
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Old honest David durst be good,
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When it was out of season:
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He durst discover all the tricks
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The Lawyers use, and Knavery,
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And shew the subtile plots they use
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To enthral us in slavery.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Frank Wortley hath a jovial soul,
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Yet never was good club-man,
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Hee's for the Bishops and the Church,
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But can endure no Tub-man:
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He told Sir Thomas in the Tower,
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Though he by him was undone,
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It pleas'd him that he lost more men,
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In taking him then London.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Sir Edward Hayles was wondrous rich,
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No flower in Kent yields honey
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In more abundance to the Bee,
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Then they from him suck money:
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Yet hee's as chearful as the best,
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Judge Jenkins sees no reason
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That honest men for wealth should be
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Accused of High-treason.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Old Sir John Strangwayes he came in,
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Though he himself submitted,
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Yet as a traytor he must be,
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Excepted and committed.
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Yet they th'exception now take off,
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But not the sequestration,
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He must forsooth to Goldsmiths-Hall,
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The place of desolation.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Honest Sir Ben's a real man,
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As ere was lapt in leather,
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But he (God bless us) loves the King,
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And therefore was sent hither.
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He durst be Sheriff, and durst make
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The Parliament acquainted
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What he intended for to do,
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And for this was attainted.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Ben. Ayliffe
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Knight &
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Baronet.
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Sir Benefield, Sir Walter Blunt,
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Are Romishly affected,
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So's honest Frank of Howards race,
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And Slaughter is suspected:
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But how the Devil come this about,
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That Papists are so loyal?
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And those that call themselves Gods Saints,
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Like Devils do destroy all.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Knights &
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Baronets,
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Rom. but
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enemies to
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Jesuites.
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Jack Hewet will have wholesome meat,
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And drink good wine if any,
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His entertainments free and neat,
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His choice of friends not many:
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Jack is a loyal hearted man,
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Well Parted and a Schollar,
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Hee'l grumble if things please him not,
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But never grows to chollar.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Gallant Sir Thomas, bold and stout,
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(Brave Lunsford) children eateth,
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But he takes care, where he eats one,
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There he a hundred getteth.
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When Harlows wife brings her long bils,
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He wishes she were blinded,
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When she speaks loud, as loud he swears,
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The Woman's earthly minded.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Sir Lewis hath an able pen,
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Can cudgel a Committee,
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He makes them do him reason though
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They others do not pitty:
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Brave Cleaveland had a willing mind
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Frank Wortley was not able,
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But Lewis got four pound per week,
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For's children and his table.
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The King sent, etc.
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An Earl a fa-
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mous Soul-
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dier in the
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K. Army.
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Giles Strangwayes has a gallant soul,
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A brain infatigable,
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What study he ere undertakes,
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To master it hee's able.
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He studies on his Theoremes,
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And Logarithmes for number,
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He loves to speak of Lewis Dives,
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And they are nere asunder,
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The King sent, etc.
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Esquire.
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Col. in the
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K. Army.
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Sir John Marlow's a loyal man,
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(If England ere bred any)
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He bang'd the Pedlar back and side,
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Of Scots he killed many:
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Had General King done what he should,
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And given the Blew-Caps battaile,
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Wee'd made them all run into Tweed,
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By droves like Summers Cattel.
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The King sent, etc.
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Will. Morton's of that Cardinals race,
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Who made that blessed marriage,
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He is most loyal to his King,
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In action, word, and carriage,
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His sword and pen defends the Cause,
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If King Charls think not on him,
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Will. is among the rest undone,
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The Lord have mercy on him.
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The King sent, etc.
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Tom Conisby is stout and stern,
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Yet of a sweet condition
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To them he loves; his crime was great,
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He read the Kings Commission:
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And required Cranborn to assist;
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He charg'd, but should have pray'd him;
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Tom was so bold he did require
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All for the King should aid him.
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The King sent, etc.
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Sheriff of
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Hartford
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Esquire.
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Earl of Sa-
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lisburies
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son.
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But I Win Bodman had forgot,
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Had suffered so much hardship,
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Theres no man in the Tower had left
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The King so young a Wardship.
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He's firm both to the Church and Crown,
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The Crown Law and the Canon,
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The Houses put him to his shifts,
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And his wives father Mammon.
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The King sent, etc.
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Sir Henry Vaughan looks as grave,
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As any beard can make him,
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Those come poor Prisoners for to see,
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Do for our Patriark take him.
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Old Harry is a right true blue
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As valiant as Pendraggon.
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And would be loyal to his King,
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Had King Charles nere a rag on.
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The King sent, etc.
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John Lilburn is a stirring blade,
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And understands the matter.
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He neither will King, Bishops, Lords,
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Nor'th House of Commons flatter.
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John loves no power prerogative,
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But that deriv'd from Sion,
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As for the Mitre and the Crown,
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Those two he looks awry on.
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The King sent, etc.
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Tom Violet swears his injuries
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Are scarcely to be numbred,
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He was close prisoner to the State,
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Threescore dayes and nine hundred.
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For Tom does set down all the dayes,
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And hopes he has good debters,
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'Twould be no treason Jenkins sayes,
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To bring them peaceful letters.
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The King sent, etc.
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Poor Hudson of all was the last;
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For it was his disaster,
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He met a turn-coat, swore that he
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Was once King CHARLES his Master;
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So he to London soon was brought,
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But came in such a season,
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Their Martial Court was then cri'd down,
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They could not try his treason.
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The King sent, etc.
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Else Hudson had gone to the pot,
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Who is he can abide him?
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For he was Master to the King,
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And (which is more) did guide him.
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Had Hudson done as Judas did
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Most loyally betray'd him,
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The houses are so noble they
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As bravely would have paid him.
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The King sent, etc.
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Wee'l then conclude with hearty healths,
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To King CHARLES and Queen MARY,
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To the black Lad in buff, (the Prince)
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So like his Grandsire HARRY.
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To YORK, to GLOSTER, may we not
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Send Turk and Pope defiance;
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Since we such gallant seconds have
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To strengthen our alliance?
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Wee'l drink them o're and o're again
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Else we're unthankful creatures,
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Since CHARLES the Wise, the valiant King
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Takes us for loyal Traytors.
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This if you will rhime dogrel call
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(That you please you may name it)
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One of the loyal trayors here
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Did for a Ballad frame it;
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Old Chevy Chase was in his mind,
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If any sute it better,
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All these concerned in the Song
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Will kindly thank the setter.
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