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Sir, said she, what Mall I do,

If I commit this Evil,
And yield my self in Love with you ;

I hope you will prove civil?
You talk of Ribbons, Gloves and Rings,

And likewise Gold and Treasure :
Oh, let me first enjoy those things,

And then you shall have your Pleasure.

Sure thy Will shall be obey'd,

Said I, my own dear Honey, Then into her Lap I lay'd

Full Forty Pounds in Money; We'll to the Market Town this Day,

And straitway end this Quarrel, And deck thee like a Lady gay,

In flourishing rich Apparel.

All my Gold and Silver there

To her I did deliver :
On the Road we did repair,

Out-coming to a River,
Whose Waters are both deep and wide,

Such Rivers I ne'er see many,
She leapt her Mare on the other Side,

And left me not one Penny.

Then my Heart was sunk full low,

With Grief and Care surrounded,
After her I could not go,

For fear of being drowned ;
She turn'd about, and fay'd, Behold,

I am not for your Devotion,
But, Sir, I thank you for my Gold,

'Twill serve to inlarge my Portion.

I began

I began to stamp and stare,

To see what she had acted ; With my Hands I tore my Hair,

Like one that was quite distracted. Give me my Money then I cry'd,

Good Faith, I did but lend it, But she full fast away did ride,

And vow'd she did not intend it.


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XXIX. The famous Flower of Ser

ving-Men : Or, The Lady turn'd Serving-Man.

To the Tune of, Flora's Farewell : Or, Summer time:

Or, Love's Tide.

Having now inserted all the Historical

Ballads which I had depgn’d for this Collection, I will give my Readers a few of the best old Fabulous Songs, for so I am oblig'd to call 'em ; not that I think the Subject of them all the Invention of the Poet, but because I have not hitherto been able to trace them out in History. Perhaps, tho' written on Persons of Note, yet being confin'd to Particulars, the Facts they treat of may have escaped the Historians ; or perhaps, that being chiefly founded on amorous Intrigues, they would not, or durft not, take Notice of'em; or, which is as probable as any of the former Conjectures, perhapsI

mayhavepassed 'em over. Nor can this always be accounted a Fault, for I believe it very possible to read a Song, and the Story on which it is written at the same time, yet not know that they both treat of the fame Thing; for being mostly compos'd in the Days of


those Persons of whom they speak, our Poets have, to disguise Truth, blended Truth and Fiction so much together, that without having been Personally acquainted with the Heroes and Heroines, 'tis imposible to know them. Perhaps fome Persons who are better acquainted with antique Stories, or have more Leisure upon their Hands, may, upon the perufngof this Story,discover and bring the World acquainted with the King and fair Elise, whose Praises are here recorded.

TOU beauteous Ladies great and small, YOU

I write unto you one and all, Whereby that you may understand What I have suffer'd in this Land :

I was by Birth a Lady fair,
My Father's chief and only Heir,
But when my good old Father dy'd,
Then I was made a young Knight's Bride.

And then my Love built me a Bower, Bedeck'd with many a fragrant Flower ;

A braver Bower you never did see,
Than my true Love did build for me.

But there came Thieves late in the Night,
They robb'd my Bower, and flew my Knight,
And after that my Knight was flain,
I could no longer there remain.

My Servants all from me did flye,
In the midst of my Extremity,
And left me by my self alone,
With a Heart more Cold than any Stone.



Yet though my Heart was full of Care, Heaven would not suffer me to despair ; Wherefore in haste I chang'd my Name, From fair Elife to sweet William.

And therewithal I cut my Hair, And dress'd my self in Man's Attire, My Doublet, Hofe, and Beaver Hat, And a Golden Band about my Neck ;

With a Silver Rapier by my side,
So like a Gallant I did ride ;
The thing that I delighted on,
It was to be a Serving-Man.

Thus in my sumptuous Man's Array,
I bravely rode along the way;
And at the last it chanced so,
That I to the King's Court did go.

Then to the King I bow'd full low,
My Love and Duty for to show ;
And so much Favour I did crave,
That I a Serving-man's Place might have.

Stand up, brave Youth, the King reply'd,
Thy Service shall not be denyd;
But tell me first what thou canst do,
Thou shalt be fitted thereunto.

Wilt thou be Usher of my Hall,
To wait upon my Nobles all ?
Or wilt thou be Taster of my Wine,
To wait on me when I do dine?

Or wilt thou be my Chamberlain, To make my Bed both soft and fine? Or wilt thou be one of my Guard, And I will give thee thy Reward?


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