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. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A96947 of text R210651 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.11[82]). 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'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. 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A96947) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162734) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f11[82]) 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. eng 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. A96947 R210651 (Thomason 669.f.11[82]). civilwar no 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 prisone Wortley, Francis, Sir 1647 1763 10 0 0 0 0 0 57 D The rate of 57 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-06 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Elspeth Healey Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Elspeth Healey Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion 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.