A Merry, Pleasant, and Delectable History, BETWEEN K. Edward the Fourth, AND A Tanner of Tamworth;  
As he road upon a time with his Nobles on Hunting toward Drayton-Basset: Very Pleasant and Merry to Read.   King Edward IV and the Tanner of Tamworth 
●●●●●ed for F. Coles, in Vine-street, near Hatten-Gardin.   

 King Edward IV   

THE Merry and pleasant Communication, between King Edward the Fourth, and the Tanner of Tamworth.  
IN summer time when leaves grow green and blossoms bud on every Tree,  
King Edward would a hunting ride, some pastime for to see.  
With hawk and hound, he made him bound, with horn, and eke with Bow,  
Toward Drayton-Basset he took his way, whasoever doth it know:  
But as our King on his way road forth, by eight a clock of the day,  
He was ware of a Tanner of merry Tamworth was in a acquaint array:  
A good Russet coat the Tanner had on, he took it in much pride,  
He road on a Mare cost four shillings, and under him a good Cow-hide.  
 the Tanner of Tamworth  
A pair of rough mittens the tanner did wear his Hood was buttoned under his chin:  
Yonder comes a good fellow quoth our King that cares not whether he lose or win.  
The Tanner came singing on his Mare, with one so merry a note;  
He sung out of tune, he was past care, he had no need to grease his throat.  
Stand you still my Lords now, under this green-wood spray:  
And I will ride to yonder fellow, to wéet what we should say.  
God speed good fellow, then said our King, thou art welcome sir, quoth he,  
Which is the way to Drayton-Basset, I pray thee now tell me.  
Marry that I will, quoth the Tanner, right here as I do wand,  
The next pair of Sallows thou comest to, turn up on thy right hand.  
It is the unready way said our King, I tell thee so mouth I thee,  
I pray thee show me the ready way, the Town that I may see.  
Go play the great javel, quoth the Tanner, I hold thee out of thy Wit;  
All day I have ridden on Brock my Mare, and I am fasting yet.  
Why we will go to the Town, said our King and of dainties we will not lack;  
We will eat and drink, and far of the best, and I will pay for the shot:  
God a mercy good fellow; quoth the Tanner thou payest for none of mine,  
For I have as many nobles in my purse, as thou hast half pence in thine.  
God give thee joy of yours, said our King and send thee well to thrive:  
The Tanner would fain have been away for he when he had been a thief:  
What art thou good fellow, qd. the Tanner, of thee I stand in great fear,  
For the  thou wearest on thy back may seem a good Lord to wear.  
I never stole them, said our King, I tell thee Sir by the Rood;  
No, thou playest as many an Unthrift doth, thou standed in the midst of thy good.  
What tidings have you, said our King, as you ride far and near;  
I hear no tidings quoth the Tanner, but that Cow-hides be dear:  
Cow-hides, Cow-hides then said our King, I know not what they be.  
Lo here thou mayst see one, quoth the Tanner here lies one under me.  
Know'st thou not a Cow-hide, qd. the Tanner and hast gone foe long to School?  
If ever you hap to dwell in the Country, thou wilt be made a fool.  
What tradesman art thou, said our King, I pray thee tell me now?  
I am a Barker, quoth the Tanner; what Tradesman then art thou?  
I am a Courtier said our King, and forth of service worn:  
Full fain I would your Apprentice be, your cunning for to learn.  
Marry God forbidden, quoth the Tanner that such a Apprentice I should rear:  
He would spend me more than he would get, by forty shillings in the year:  
One thing I would wish said our King if thou wilt not seem strange,  
Though my horse be better than thy Mare, with you I fain would change:  
Nay there thou liest yet, quoth the Tanner, by Jove thou shalt abide,  
For if thou have Brock my Mare thou gettest not my Cow-hide.  
I will not have it, said our King I tell thee so mouth I thee;  
I would not carry it away, though thou would give it me.  
Why then we must change, said the Tanner as needs me think thou wilt:  
But if thou must have Brock my Mare I look to have some boot.  
That were against reason, said our King I tell thee so might I thee,  
My horse is better than thy Mare and that you well may see.  
Avise Avous, now said the Tanner, whether thou wilt or no;  
For my Mare is gentle and will not kick but softly she will go.  
And thy horse is unhappy and unwieldy and will never go in rest:  
But always skipping here and there and therefore my Mare is best.  
What boot will you have then said ou● King tell me now in this tide?  
Never a single penny, quoth the Tanner but a noble in gold so red.  
Why here is my noble, said the King well paid see that you be;  
I would have sworn on a book, qd. the tanner thou hadst not had one penny.  
Now hath the King the Tanner's Mare, (she is nothing fat fair nor round)  
And the Tanner hath the King's good steed, the Saddle is worth twenty pound.  
The Tanner took up the good Cow-hide off the ground whereas it stood,  
He threw it upon the King's brave Steed in the Saddle that was so good:  
The steed stared much upon the horns, under the green wood spray,  
He had wend the devil of hell had been come to carry him thence away.  
The Tanner looked as fast on the stirrups, astonished sore he was,  
He marvelled greatly in his mind, whether they were gold or brass:  
Help me up good fellow, qd. the Tanner, lightly that I were gone,  
My Wife and my neighbours more and less will say I am a Gentleman:  
The King took the Tanner by the Leg, and lift him up a loft,  
The Tanner girded out a good round fart, his belly was so soft;  
You make great waste than said our King, your courtesy is but small,  
The horse is so high qd. the Tanner again, I fear me of a fall.  
But when the Tanner was in the Saddle, the Steed began to blow and blast,  
And against the root of an old rotten tree, the Tanner down he cast.  
Abide good fellow, said our King, you make over much haste,  
Thou shalt have thy horse with a vengeance for my neck is well nigh braced.  
Why then we must change, said our King, as methinks needs I wilt,  
But if you have your Mare again, I look to have some boot,  
What boot wilt thou have, qd. the Tanner, tell me now in this ground?  
Never a groat nor penny said our King, but of thy Gold twenty pound:  
Nay here is thy noble, qd the Tanner again and Christ blessing and mine,  
Yea, there is twenty good groats more go drink them at the Wine.  
So mouth I thee, then said our King it shall not slack my woe;  
For when a Noble is in small money; full soon it is a go.  
Dost thou love to keep gold, qd. the Tanner, the King answered and said yea:  
Then I would thou wert my near kinsman, for I think thou wilt thrive and thee.  
Now hath the Tanner Brock his Mare and under him his good Cow-hide:  
Our Noble King had his horse again which was a well fed steed.  
Now farewell good fellow, quoth the Tanner, I will no longer abide with thee.  
Tarry here yet a little while said our King, and some pastime we shall see:  
Our King set a bugle horn to to his mouth, and blew a blast both loud and small,  
Sevenscore Lords, Knights Squires, and Yeomen came riding over a dale.  
Now out alas, quoth the Tanner, that ever I saw this tide,  
Thou art a strong Thief, yonder be thy fellows, will have my Mare and my Cow-hide.  
They are no Thiefs than said our King I tell thee so might I thee:  
It is my Lord of Drayton-Basset, is come a hunting with me.  
 King Edward IV and the Tanner of Tamworth  
But when they all before the King came, they fell down on their knees:  
the tanner had rather than a thousand pound he had been out of their companies.  
A Choler a Choler, our King 'gan try, quoth the Tanner it will breed sorrow,  
For after a Choler cometh a Halter, I trow I shall be hanged to morrow.  
Be not afraid Tanner, said our King I tell thee so mouth I thee:  
Lo here I make thee the best Esquire, that is in the North Country;  
And Plumpton Park I will give thee and Jockey in this tide:  
It is worth three hundred pounds a year, to prepare thy good Cow-hide.  
God a mercy good fellow, quoth the Tanner for this that thou hast done,  
the next time thou com'st to Tamworth town thou shalt have clouting leather for thy shoes,  
And if thou comest to my house sweet Lad I say to thee:  
Thou shalt have as good pudding, tripe, and fowse, as is in our Country:  
A roasted Apple by the fire; well crushed in a brown Bowl:  
With nappy Ale that Doll doth brew, and merrily it doth trole:  
And come a hunting to my Park, for there thou shalt be free:  
And take the best and leave the worst, until they better be.  
A good Straw-bed likewise thou shalt at any time command,  
With a pair of good Hempton sheets as any in the Land:  
And faith I swear if well I like thou shalt my daughter have,  
A good brown lass that's very tied and wooed by Suitors brave;  
For Hob that is our Sextones Son, with Love is like to die;  
And if she do not speak him fair good faith the fool will cry.  
I thank you, quoth the King again, and I this Lass will see:  
For quickly we will strike a match if she and I can agree.  
Well, qd. the Tanner leave these youths, and we will homeward wend,  
A Barrel of good strong Ale, on them and you I'll spend.  
So homeward to his house they road, where they did all alight:  
He prayed him send his men away, and he should bide there that night.  
Come out sweet Doll, the Tanner said my Wife thou shalt here see,  
With that came out a good old Dame and made a low Courtesy.  
Your Worship's welcome, quoth his wife, and up she drank a quaff:  
That straight away she began to réel, which made the King to laugh.  
Then for his daughter he did call, who straight came bubbling out:  
Whose head was dressed in seemly sort, with a clean linen clout.  
Is this your Daughter said the King I that it is, quoth he,  
Her like is not to be found, throughout the whole Country,  
I do believe it, quoth our King, but would I were not Wed,  
I would desire no other one to lodge within my bed:  
But cause I like your Daughter well, I wish her well to match;  
Here take my purse that's full of gold, which quickly she did catch.  
So taking leave to horse they got, the Tanner then did swear,  
That such a jovial Lad as he the ground did never bear.  
The King unto the Court did wend, the Tanner to the fire:  
To know those men, old Doll his wife, did earnestly inquire,  
Then he related as he was told, and so to bed they went:  
And afterwards they spent their days in joy and merriment.  
A house of Hospitality he ever did maintain,  
And did relieve the hungry sort, the needy and the Lame.  
Of what he had he made no spare, but freely spent his good;  
The Widow and the Fatherless he comforted with food.  
Thus have I here related now, the story of a King:  
And of the Tanner's honest life, great praise will ever ring.  
Now God above speed well the Blow, and keep us from care and woe.  
Till every Tanner in our Country do go a hunting so.  
FINIS.  
 King Edward IV