The Famous flower of serving-men, or, The lady turn'd serving-man. Her lord being slain, her father dead, her bower robb'd, her servants fled; she drest herself in mans attire: She trimm'd her locks, she cut her hair; and therewithal she changed her name, from fair Elise to sweet William. To a delicate new tune, or Flora Farewel. Summer time. Or, Lovers tide. L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03424 of text R176942 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing F369A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). 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B03424) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 174408) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2687:25) The Famous flower of serving-men, or, The lady turn'd serving-man. Her lord being slain, her father dead, her bower robb'd, her servants fled; she drest herself in mans attire: She trimm'd her locks, she cut her hair; and therewithal she changed her name, from fair Elise to sweet William. To a delicate new tune, or Flora Farewel. Summer time. Or, Lovers tide. L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680? 1 sheet ([] p.) : ill. Printed for John Andrews ..., London, : [1663] Right half sheet contains: "The Second Part, to the same Tune." Contains 3 illustrations. Date of publication taken from Wing (2nd ed.). "Entered according to order." Reproduction of original in: University of Glasgow Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. B03424 R176942 (Wing F369A). civilwar no The famous flower of serving-men. Or, The lady turn'd serving-man. Her Lord being slain, her father dead, her bower robb'd, her servants fle [no entry] 1654 999 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-09 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-01 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2009-01 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion The famous Flower of SERVING-MEN . OR , The Lady turn'd Serving-Man . Her Lord being slain , her Father dead , Her Bower robb'd , her Servants fled ; She drest her self in Mans attire : She trimm'd her Locks , she cut her Hair ; And therewithal she chang'd her Name , From Fair ELISE to Sweet WILLIAM . To a delicate new Tune , Or , Flora farewel . Summer time . Or , Loves Tide . YOu beauteous Ladies great and small , I write unto you one and all , Whereby that you may understand What I have suffered in this Land . I was by birth a Lady fair , My Fathers chief and onely Heir . But when my good old Father dy'd , Then was I made a young Knights Bride . And then my Love built me a Bower , Bedeckt with many a fragrant flower ; A braver Bower you never did sée , Then my true Lover built for me . But there came Thieves late in the night , They broke my Bower , and slew my Knight , And after that my Knight was slain , I could no longer there remain : For my servants all from me did fly , I' th midst of my extremity , And left me by my self alone , With a heart more cold then any stone . Yet though my heart was full of grief & care , Heaven would not suffer me to despair , Wherefore in haste I chang'd my name , From fair Elise to sweet William . And therewithall I cut my hair , And drest my self in Mans attire ; My Doublet , Hose , and Beaver Hat , And a golden Band about my Neck . With a silver Raypier by my side , So like a Gallant I did ride : The thing that I delighted on , Was for to be a Serving-man . Thus in my sumptuous mans array , I bravely rode along the way ; And at the last it chanced so , That I unto the Kings Court did go . Then to the King I bowed full low , My love and duty for to show , And so much favour I did crave , That I a Serving-mans place might have . The Second Part , to the same Tune . STand up brave Youth the King reply'd , Thy service shall not be deny'd : But tell me first what thou canst do , Thou shalt be fitted thereunto . Wilt thou be Vsher 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 . Swéet William with a smiling face , Said to the King , If 't please your Grace , To shew such favour unto me , Your Chamberlain I fain would be . The King then did his Nobles call , To ask the Counsel of them all ; Who gave consent sweet William he , The Kings own Chamberlain should be . Now mark what strange things come to pass As the King one day a hunting was , With all his Lords and noble train , Sweet William did at home remain . Sweet William had no company than With him at home , but an old man ; And when he saw the coast was clear , He took a Lute which he had there . Vpon the Lute sweet William plaid . And to the same he sang and said , With a pleasant and most noble voice , Which made the old mans heart rejoyce . Sweet Williams Song . MY Father was as brave a Lord , As any Europe did afford ; My Mother was a Lady bright , My Husband was a valiant Knight . And I my self a Lady gay , Bedeckt with gorgeous rich array : The bravest Lady in the Land Had not more pleasures to command . I had my Musick every day , Harmonious Lessons for to play : I had my Virgins fair and frée Continually to wait on me . But now alas my Husband is dead , And all my Friends are from me fled : My former joyes are past and gone , For I am now a Serving-man , The End of Sweet Williams Song . At last the King from hunting came , And presently upon the same He called for the good old man : And thus to speak the King began . What news , what news , old man ( quoth he ) What news hast thou for to tell me ; Brave news the old man then did say , Swéet William is a Lady gay . If this be true thou tellest me , I le make thée a Lord of high degrée : But if thy words do prove a lye , Thou shalt be hang'd up presently . But when the truth the King had found , His joyes did more and more abound ; According as the old man did say , Swéet William was a Lady gay . Wherefore the King without delay Put her on glorious rich array , And upon her head a Crown of Gold , Which was most famous to behold . And then for fear of further strife , He took swéet William to his Wife : The like before was never séen , A Serving-man to be a Quéen . L. P. FINIS . Entred according to Order . London , Printed for John Andrews , at the White Lion near Pye-Corner .