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Sweet William with a smiling Face,
The King then did the Nobles call,
Now mark what strange thing came to pass,
Sweet William had no Company then With him at Home but an old Man; And when he saw the House was clear, He took a Lute which he had there :
Upon the Lute sweet William play'd,
My Father was as brave a Lord,
And I my self a Lady gay,
I had my Mufick every Day, Harmonious Lessons for to play; I had my Virgins fair and
free, Continually to wait on me.
But now, alas ! my Husband's dead,
At last the King from Hunting came,
What News, what News, old Man, quoth he,
If this be true thou tell'st to me,
But when the King the Truth had found,
Therefore the King without delay,
And then for fear of further Strife,
SOOSSOSSO xxx. The Children in the Wood;
Or, The Norfolk Gentleman's laft Will and Testament.
To the Tune of, Rogero, &c.
I can by no means joinin Opinion with thosewho
believe this Song written on the Murder of King Edward the 5thand his young
Brother in the Tower. Richard III. was succeeded by his inveterate Foe King Henry VII, whose Descendants
have ever since sway'd the Scepe ter; and a Poet need not have had recourse to Fiction to have recorded this Story, he might safely have namd the cruel Tyrant; and had it been early after this Reign, it would have been a Complement to the Sovereign. The blacker Richard appear'd, the more the Nation thought themselves obliged to their great Deliverer Henry. They have but one Plea then left, and that is, this old Ballad may perhaps have been written during the Reign of Richard; but I can affure'em from the little Acquaintance I have with old Songs, that it was not written of above a hundred Years after his Death, and I am apt to think the Poet had some private Story in view, but no publick one I dare swear.