A Loyall Song of the Royall Feast, kept by the Prisoners in the Towre in August last, with the names, titles and characters of every Prisoner.
By Sir F.W. 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 Yorke,
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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 blesse all Kings who are to reigne
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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 guesse 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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Let Selden search Cottons Records,
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And Royley in the Towre,
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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 ta've seen
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This president recorded,
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For all the papers hee are 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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Ile 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 loyall 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 finde so many.
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The King sent us, etc.
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The first and chiefe a Marquesse 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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Tha'd spoyld 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 Marquesse would not yeild,
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But scorn'd ail 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 cryes were loud, God knows the cause,
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They had a strange Committee,
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Which was afoot well neere a yeare,
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Who 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 enthrall us in slavery.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Frank Wortly hath a joviall soule,
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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 Towre,
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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 wonderous rich,
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No flower in Kent yeilds 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 chearfull 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 Strangways he came in,
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Though he himselfe 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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Hee 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 reall man,
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As ere was lapt in leather,
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But he (God blesse us) loves the King,
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And therefore was sent hither.
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He durst be Sheriffe, and durst make
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The Parliament acquainted
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What he intended for to doe,
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And for this was attainted.
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The King sent us, etc.
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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 Devill comes this about,
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That Papists are so loyall?
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And those that call themselves Gods Saints,
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Like Devils doe destroy all.
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The King sent us etc.
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Jack Hewet will have wholsome 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 choyce of freinds not many:
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Jack is a loyall hearted man,
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Well Parted and a Scholar,
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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 seet 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 shee 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 cudgell a Committee,
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He makes them doe him reason though
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They others doe not pitty:
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Brave Cleaveland had a willing minde,
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Frank Wortley was not able,
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But Lewis got foure pound per weeke,
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For's children and his table.
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The King sent us, etc.
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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 speake of Lewis Dives,
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And they are neer asunder.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Sir John Marlow's a loyall 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 Generall King done what he should,
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And given the Blew-caps battail,
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Wee'd made them all run into Tweed,
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By droves like Sommer cattell.
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The King sent us, etc.
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Will. Morton's of that Cardinals race,
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Who made that blessed marryage,
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He is most loyall to his King,
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In action, word, and carryage:
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His sword and pen defends the Cause,
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If King Charles thinke not on him,
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Will. is amongst the rest undone;
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The Lord have mercy on him.
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The King sent us, 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 prayd 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 us, etc.
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But I Win Bodnam had forgot,
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Had suffered so much hardship,
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There's no man in the Towre had left
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The King so young a Wardship:
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Hee's firme 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 us, 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 poore prisoners for to see,
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Doe for our Patriarke 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 loyall to his King,
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Had King Charles neer a rag on.
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The King sent us, etc.
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John Lilburne 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 us, 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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Three score 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 peacefull letters.
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The King sent us, etc,
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Poore Hudson of all was the last,
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For it was his disaster,
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He met a Turncoat 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 Martiall Court was then cry'd down
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They could not try his treason.
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The King sent us, 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 us, 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 unthankfull creatures
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Since CHARLES the Wise, the valiant King
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Takes us for loyall traytors.
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This if you will rime dogrell call
(That you please you may name it)
One of the loyall traytors here
Did for a Ballad frame it
Old Chevy Chase was in his minde
If any sute it better:
All these concerned in the Song
Will kindly thank the Setter.
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