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         Wortley, Francis, Sir, 1591-1652.
      
       
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             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.
             Wortley, Francis, Sir, 1591-1652.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1647]
          
           
             Sir F.W. knight and baronet = Sir Francis Wortley.
             Imprint from Wing.
             Verse - "God save the best of Kings, King Charles,".
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "7ber: [i.e. September] 16 1647".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Royalists -- England -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
           Political prisoners -- England -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
           Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
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           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
           .
        
         
           
             GOd
             save
             the
             best
             of
             Kings
             ,
             King
             
               Charles
               ,
            
          
           
             The
             best
             of
             Queens
             Queen
             
               Mary
               ,
            
          
           
             The
             Ladies
             all
             ,
             
               Gloster
            
             and
             
               Yorke
               ,
            
          
           
             Prince
             
               Charles
            
             so
             like
             old
             
               Harry
               :
            
          
           
             God
             send
             the
             King
             his
             own
             again
             ,
          
           
             H●s
             Towre
             and
             all
             his
             coyners
             ,
          
           
             And
             blesse
             all
             Kings
             who
             are
             to
             reigne
          
           
             From
             Traytors
             and
             Purloyners
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               poor
               Traytors
               here
            
          
           
             
               (
               But
               you
               may
               guesse
               the
               reason
               )
            
          
           
             
               Two
               brace
               of
               Bucks
               to
               mend
               the
               cheere
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Is
               't
               not
               to
               eat
               them
               Treason
               ?
            
          
        
         
           
             Let
             
               Selden
            
             search
             
               Cottons
            
             Records
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Royley
            
             in
             the
             Towre
             ,
          
           
             They
             cannot
             match
             the
             president
             ,
          
           
             It
             is
             not
             in
             their
             power
             ,
          
           
             Old
             
               Collet
            
             would
             have
             joy'd
             ta've
             seen
          
           
             This
             president
             recorded
             ,
          
           
             For
             all
             the
             papers
             hee
             are
             saw
          
           
             Scarce
             such
             an
             one
             afforded
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             But
             that
             you
             may
             these
             traytors
             know
          
           
             I
             le
             be
             so
             bold
             to
             name
             them
             ,
          
           
             That
             if
             they
             ever
             traytors
             prove
             ,
          
           
             Then
             this
             record
             may
             shame
             them
             :
          
           
             But
             these
             are
             well
             try'd
             loyall
             blades
          
           
             (
             If
             
               England
            
             ere
             had
             any
             )
          
           
             Search
             both
             the
             houses
             through
             and
             through
          
           
             Youl
             'd
             scarcely
             finde
             so
             many
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             The
             first
             and
             chiefe
             a
             Marquesse
             is
             
          
           
             Long
             with
             the
             State
             did
             wrestle
             ,
          
           
             Had
             
               Ogle
            
             done
             as
             much
             as
             he
             ,
          
           
             Tha'd
             spoyld
             
               Will.
               Wallers
            
             Castle
             :
          
           
             
               Ogle
            
             had
             wealth
             and
             title
             got
             ,
          
           
             So
             layd
             down
             his
             Commissions
             ,
          
           
             The
             noble
             Marquesse
             would
             not
             yeild
             ,
          
           
             But
             scorn'd
             all
             base
             conditions
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             The
             next
             a
             worthy
             Bishop
             is
             ,
             
          
           
             Of
             Schismaticks
             was
             hated
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             the
             cause
             could
             never
             know
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             see
             the
             reason
             stated
             :
          
           
             The
             c●yes
             were
             loud
             ,
             God
             knows
             the
             cause
             ,
          
           
             They
             had
             a
             strange
             Committee
             ,
          
           
             Which
             was
             a
             foot
             well
             neere
             a
             yeare
             ,
          
           
             Who
             would
             have
             had
             small
             pitty
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             The
             next
             to
             him
             is
             a
             Welsh
             Judge
             
          
           
             Durst
             tell
             them
             what
             was
             treason
             ,
          
           
             Old
             honest
             
               David
            
             durst
             be
             good
             ,
          
           
             When
             it
             was
             out
             of
             season
             :
          
           
             He
             durst
             discover
             all
             the
             tricks
          
           
             The
             Lawyers
             use
             ,
             and
             knavery
             ,
          
           
             And
             shew
             the
             subtile
             plots
             they
             use
          
           
             To
             enthrall
             us
             in
             slavery
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Frank
               Wortly
            
             hath
             a
             joviall
             soule
             ,
             
          
           
             Yet
             never
             was
             good
             club-man
             ,
          
           
             Hee
             's
             for
             the
             Bishops
             and
             the
             Church
             ,
          
           
             But
             can
             endure
             no
             Tub-man
             :
          
           
             He
             told
             Sir
             THOMAS
             in
             the
             Towre
             ,
          
           
             Though
             he
             by
             him
             was
             undone
             ,
          
           
             It
             pleas'd
             him
             that
             he
             lost
             more
             men
             ,
          
           
             In
             taking
             him
             then
             
               London
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Sir
             
               Edward
               Hayles
            
             was
             wonderous
             rich
             ,
             
          
           
             No
             flower
             in
             
               Kent
            
             yeilds
             honey
          
           
             In
             more
             abundance
             to
             the
             Bee
             ,
          
           
             Then
             they
             from
             him
             suck
             money
             :
          
           
             Yet
             hee
             's
             as
             chearfull
             as
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             Judge
             
               Jenkins
            
             sees
             no
             reason
          
           
             That
             honest
             men
             for
             wealth
             should
             be
          
           
             Accused
             of
             high
             Treason
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Old
             Sir
             
               John
               Strangways
            
             he
             came
             in
             ,
             
          
           
             Though
             he
             himselfe
             submitted
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             as
             a
             Traytor
             he
             must
             be
             ,
          
           
             Excepted
             and
             committed
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             they
             
             th'exception
             now
             take
             off
             ,
          
           
             But
             not
             the
             sequestration
             ,
          
           
             Hee
             must
             forsooth
             to
             Goldsmiths-hall
             ,
          
           
             The
             place
             of
             desolation
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Honest
             Sir
             
               Ben's
            
             a
             reall
             man
             ,
             
          
           
             As
             ere
             was
             lapt
             in
             leather
             ,
          
           
             But
             he
             (
             God
             blesse
             us
             )
             loves
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             was
             sent
             hither
             .
          
           
             He
             durst
             be
             Sheriffe
             ,
             and
             durst
             make
          
           
             The
             Parliament
             acquainted
          
           
             What
             he
             intended
             for
             to
             doe
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             this
             was
             at●ainted
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Sir
             
               Benefield
               ,
            
             Sir
             
               Walter
               Blunt
               ,
            
             
          
           
             Are
             Romishly
             affected
             ,
          
           
             So
             's
             honest
             
               Frank
            
             of
             
               Howards
            
             race
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Slaughter
            
             is
             suspected
             :
          
           
             But
             how
             the
             Devill
             comes
             this
             about
             ,
          
           
             That
             Papists
             are
             so
             loyall
             ?
          
           
             And
             those
             that
             call
             then
             selves
             Gods
             Saints
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Devils
             doe
             destroy
             all
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Jack
               Hewet
            
             will
             have
             wholsome
             meat
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             drink
             good
             wine
             if
             any
             ,
          
           
             His
             entertainments
             free
             and
             neat
             ,
          
           
             His
             choyce
             of
             freinds
             not
             many
             :
          
           
             
               Jack
            
             is
             a
             loyall
             hearted
             man
             ,
          
           
             Well
             Parted
             and
             a
             Scholar
             ,
          
           
             Hee
             'l
             grumble
             if
             things
             please
             him
             not
             ,
          
           
             But
             never
             grows
             to
             chollar
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Gallant
             Sir
             
               Thomas
            
             bold
             and
             stout
             ,
             
          
           
             (
             Brave
             
               Lunsford
               )
            
             children
             eateth
             ,
          
           
             But
             he
             takes
             care
             ,
             where
             he
             eats
             one
             ,
          
           
             There
             he
             a
             hundred
             getteth
             .
          
           
             When
             
               Harlows
            
             wife
             brings
             her
             long
             bils
             ,
          
           
             He
             wishes
             she
             were
             blinded
             ,
          
           
             When
             shee
             speaks
             loud
             ,
             as
             loud
             he
             swears
             ,
          
           
             The
             woman's
             earthly
             minded
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Sir
             
               Lewis
            
             hath
             an
             able
             pen
             ,
             
          
           
             Can
             cudgell
             a
             Committee
             ,
          
           
             He
             makes
             them
             doe
             him
             reason
             though
          
           
             They
             others
             doe
             not
             pitty
             :
          
           
             Brave
             
               Cleaveland
            
             had
             a
             willing
             minde
             ,
          
           
             
               Frank
               W●rtley
            
             was
             not
             able
             ,
          
           
             But
             
               Lewis
            
             got
             foure
             pound
             
               per
            
             weeke
             ,
          
           
             For
             's
             children
             and
             his
             table
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Giles
               Strangwayes
            
             has
             a
             gallant
             soul
             ,
             
          
           
             A
             brain
             infatigable
             ,
          
           
             What
             study
             he
             ere
             undertakes
             ,
          
           
             To
             master
             it
             hee
             's
             able
             :
          
           
             He
             studies
             on
             his
             Theoremes
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Logarithmes
            
             for
             number
             ,
          
           
             He
             loves
             to
             speake
             of
             
               Lewis
               Dives
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             they
             are
             neer
             asunder
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Sir
             
               John
               Marlow's
            
             a
             loyall
             man
             ,
             
          
           
             (
             If
             
               England
            
             ere
             bred
             any
             )
          
           
             He
             bang'd
             the
             Pedlar
             back
             and
             side
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Scots
             he
             killed
             many
             :
          
           
             Had
             Generall
             
               King
            
             done
             what
             he
             should
             ,
          
           
             And
             given
             the
             Blew-caps
             battail
             ,
          
           
             Wee
             'd
             made
             them
             all
             run
             into
             
               Tweed
               ,
            
          
           
             By
             droves
             like
             Sommer
             cattell
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Will.
               Morton's
            
             of
             that
             Cardinals
             race
             ,
             
          
           
             Who
             made
             that
             blessed
             marryage
             ,
          
           
             He
             is
             most
             loyall
             to
             his
             King
             ,
          
           
             In
             action
             ,
             word
             ,
             and
             carryage
             :
          
           
             His
             sword
             and
             pen
             de●ends
             the
             Cause
             ,
          
           
             If
             King
             
               Charles
            
             thinke
             not
             on
             him
             ,
          
           
             
               W●ll
               .
            
             is
             a●…ongst
             the
             rest
             undone
             ;
          
           
             The
             Lord
             have
             mercy
             on
             him
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Tom
               Con●…sb●…
            
             〈◊〉
             stout
             and
             stern
             ,
             
          
           
             Yet
             of
             a
             sweet
             condition
          
           
             To
             them
             he
             loves
             ;
             his
             crime
             was
             great
          
           
             He
             read
             ,
             the
             Kings
             Commission
             ,
          
           
             And
             required
             
               Cranborn
            
             to
             assist
          
           
             He
             charg'd
             ,
             but
             should
             have
             prayd
             him
             ,
          
           
             
               Tom
            
             was
             so
             bold
             he
             did
             require
          
           
             All
             for
             the
             King
             should
             aid
             him
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             But
             I
             
               Win
               Bodnam
            
             had
             forgot
             ,
             
          
           
             Had
             suffered
             somuch
             hardship
             ,
          
           
             There
             's
             no
             man
             in
             the
             Towre
             had
             left
          
           
             The
             King
             so
             young
             a
             Wardship
             :
          
           
             Hee
             's
             firme
             both
             to
             the
             Church
             and
             Crown
             ,
          
           
             The
             Crown
             Law
             and
             the
             Canon
             ,
          
           
             The
             Houses
             put
             him
             to
             his
             shifts
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             wives
             father
             
               Mammon
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Sir
             
               Henry
               Vaughan
            
             looks
             as
             grave
             
          
           
             As
             any
             beard
             can
             make
             him
             ,
          
           
             Those
             come
             poore
             prisoners
             for
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             Doe
             for
             our
             Patriarke
             take
             him
             :
          
           
             Old
             
               Harry
            
             is
             a
             right
             true
             blue
             ,
          
           
             As
             valiant
             as
             
               Pendraggon
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             would
             be
             loyall
             to
             his
             King
             ,
          
           
             Had
             King
             
               Charles
            
             neer
             a
             rag
             on
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               John
               Lilburne
            
             is
             a
             stirring
             blade
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             understands
             the
             matter
             ,
          
           
             He
             neither
             will
             King
             ,
             Bishops
             ,
             Lords
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             
             th'House
             of
             Commons
             flatter
             :
          
           
             
               John
            
             loves
             no
             power
             prerogative
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             deriv'd
             from
             
               Sion
               ,
            
          
           
             As
             for
             the
             Mitre
             and
             the
             Crown
             ,
          
           
             Those
             two
             he
             looks
             awry
             on
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Tom
               Violet
            
             swears
             his
             injuries
             
          
           
             Are
             scarcely
             to
             be
             numbred
             ,
          
           
             He
             was
             close
             prisoner
             to
             the
             State
             ,
          
           
             Three
             score
             dayes
             and
             nine
             hundred
             :
          
           
             For
             
               Tom
            
             does
             set
             down
             all
             the
             dayes
             ,
          
           
             And
             hopes
             he
             has
             good
             debters
             ,
          
           
             'T
             would
             be
             no
             Treason
             
               (
               Jenkins
            
             sayes
             )
          
           
             To
             bring
             them
             peacefull
             letters
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c
               ,
            
          
        
         
           
             Poore
             
               Hudson
            
             of
             all
             was
             the
             last
             ,
             
          
           
             For
             it
             was
             his
             disaster
             ,
          
           
             He
             met
             a
             Turncoat
             swore
             that
             he
          
           
             Was
             once
             King
             
               CHARLES
            
             his
             Master
             .
          
           
             So
             he
             to
             
               London
            
             soon
             was
             brought
          
           
             But
             came
             in
             such
             a
             season
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Martiall
             Court
             was
             then
             cry'd
             down
          
           
             They
             could
             not
             try
             his
             treason
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Else
             
               Hudson
            
             had
             gone
             to
             the
             pot
          
           
             Who
             is
             he
             can
             abide
             him
             ?
          
           
             For
             he
             was
             Master
             to
             the
             King
          
           
             And
             (
             which
             is
             more
             )
             did
             guide
             him
             .
          
           
             Had
             
               Hudson
            
             done
             (
             as
             
               Judas
            
             did
             )
          
           
             Most
             loyally
             betray'd
             him
             ,
          
           
             The
             houses
             are
             so
             noble
             ,
             they
          
           
             As
             bravely
             would
             have
             paid
             him
             .
          
           
             
               The
               King
               sent
               us
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Wee
             'l
             then
             conclude
             with
             hearty
             healths
          
           
             To
             King
             
               CHARLES
            
             and
             Queen
             
               MARY
               ,
            
          
           
             To
             the
             black
             Lad
             in
             Buff
             ,
             (
             the
             Prince
             )
          
           
             So
             like
             his
             Grandsire
             
               HARRY
               .
            
          
           
             To
             
               YORK
               ,
            
             to
             
               GLOSTER
               ,
            
             may
             we
             not
          
           
             Send
             
               Turk
            
             and
             
               Pope
            
             defiance
             ;
          
           
             Since
             we
             such
             gallant
             Seconds
             have
          
           
             To
             strengthen
             our
             alliance
             ?
          
           
             Wee
             'l
             drink
             them
             o're
             and
             o're
             again
          
           
             Else
             we
             're
             unthankfull
             creatures
          
           
             Since
             
               CHARLES
            
             the
             Wise
             ,
             the
             valiant
             King
          
           
             Takes
             us
             for
             loyall
             traytors
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               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
               .
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A96947e-30
           
             Mar.
             Winton
             ▪
             
          
           
             Bish
             .
             Eely
             .
          
           
             Judge
             Jenkins
             ,
             Esq
             .
          
           
             Knight
             &
             Baronet
             .
          
           
             Knight
             &
             Baronet
             .
          
           
             Knight
             &
             Baronet
             .
          
           
             Knight
             &
             Baronet
             .
          
           
             Knights
             &
             Baronets
             .
          
           
             Knight
             .
          
           
             Knight
             &
             Baronet
             .
          
           
             Knight
             .
          
           
             Esquire
             .
          
           
             Knight
             .
          
           
             Knight
             .
          
           
             Esquire
             .
          
           
             Knight
             .
          
           
             Knight
             .
          
           
             Gent.
             
          
           
             Goldsmith
             .
          
           
             D.
             D.
             
          
        
      
      
  

