THE KING Found at Southwell, and the Oxford Gigg played, and Sung at Witney Wakes: With the Masque shown before divers Courtiers, and Cavaliers, that went thither from Oxford, and several Ketches and Songs at the said Wakes.  
Presented to the Duke of YORK.  
By Mr, Loyd, Student of Christ Church in Oxford, and a Captain of that Garrison.  
London printed for F. L. 1646:   

To the most Illustrious JAMES Duke of YORK:  
SIR,  
Partly of these Papers being already destined to your Highness' Recreation, the rest (like divided Worms) by reuniting to their pieces, are linked again into an entire-nothing. All I pretend to here exceeds not the Pedlar's Ambition, who in the strength of his Portable Warehouse, swells into the title of a Merchant, and yet instead of Silks and Tissues, receives them with nothing but Tapes, and Filletings. The Vessel is here so unfraught and Empty, that it aims at so Royal a Haven, not by design of Commerce, or Trading, but shelter, and safety from tempestuous Censures, which is the greatest Ambiton of your Highness'  
Most humble servant M. LL.   

WJTNEY WAKE:  
Witney is a town near Oxford whither divers Courtiers, and Officers of Oxford Garrison went to the Wakes to be merry, where they sung and drank themselves out of all their senses, on the Wake day early in the morning, they went out of Oxford singing this song, taught them by Captain Loyd their Poet as followeth.  

At the meeting of the Courtiers and Cavaliers that had appointed to be merry at Witney Wake, Captain LOYD sung thus.  

I, and whether shall we go?  
To the Wake I trow:  
'tis the Village.  
L. Majors sh●w.  
Oh! to meet I will not fail,  
For my  is in haste,  
Till I sipp again and taste,  
Of the Nunthrown-lasse & Ale.  
Feel how my Temples ache,  
For the Lady of the Wake.  
Her lips are as soft as a Meddler,  
With her Poses and her points,  
And the Ribbons on her joints.  
The divise of the Fields  
and the Pedlar.    
Then from Oxford singing this song, away they went over the Fields to Witney to the Wakes.  
These Gallants being arrived at Witney; early in the morning, (with their train from Oxford) where they had appointed certain Morris-Dancers to meet them at the Wakes, as also several Musicians with various sorts of Music, viz. the Country Fiders, a Taberer; a pair of bagpipes, and an Harper, and being come to their quarters where they were resolved to be merry, they first began to drink hard, but the Morris-Dancers, and the Music being ready to attend them, first of all began the Morris-Dancers to caper before them, with one who gave the Lord's favour to divers Gentlemen that gave him some a shilling, some 6. some more, some less, for the common stock of the company, There were some 6. or 7. Country fellows with Napkins, and Scarves, and Ribbons tied about them, and bells at their knees, according to the manner of that sport, and with them a Mayd-Marian, and two fools, who fell a dancing and capering b●fore the Oxford blades, and made them sport a good while.  

The Song at the entry of the Morris-Dancers before them.  

With a noise and a din,  
Comes the Morris-dancer in  
With a fine linen shirt;  
But a buckram skin.  
O! he treads out such a peal,  
From his pair of logs of Veal  
His quarters and Idols to him,  
Nor do those knaves environ  
Their toes with so much Iron  
'twill ruin a Smith to shoe him.  
I and then he flings about,  
His sweat, and his Clout,  
The wesest think it too else:  
While the Yeomen think it meet.  
That be jangle at his feet,  
The forherse right ear jewels.    
Then the Fool with his bauble fell to several sports, and to tumbling, etc.  
After that they had wearied both the Morris-Dancers, and themselves too with this sport, by which time they had well druke, they discharged them, and called for the Country Fiddlers, and accordingly there entered four Country fellows, with a Tenor a Mean, a Triple, and a Base, who having played some time before them, and they having danced a while with some Country Lasses, the Gallants called for dinner, and then called in an old Fidler and his boy to play to them, and sing whilst they were at dinner, after with Mr. Loyd, he acted his part as followeth.  

The song upon the Fiddler and his boy that played and sung to them at Dinner at the Wakes.  

But before all be done,  
with a Christopher strung,  
Comes Music none  
Though Fidler one,  
With the Owl & his Granchild.  
with a face like a Manchild,  
Amazed in their nest,  
A wake from their rest  
And seek out an Oak to laugh in.  
Such a dismal Chance  
Makes the Churchyard dance  
When the Screech-owl's Guts string a Coffin.  
when a Fiddlers Coarce  
Catches could & grows hoarse  
Oh the never heard a sadder  
when a Roundheaded sinner  
makes his Will before Dinner,  
To the Tune of Noose and the Ladder.    
This Song pleased them all well, and made them very merry.  
In the midst of their Cups, they fell to very deboysterous and profane discourses, and in the Malignant oration of Heliconian liquer, they thought themselves to be no small fools but after Dinner they being risen, some of them took a nap to recover a little of their senses; but in the afternoon the rest of the Masque was shown.  
And accordingly there came in a poor fellow with his Taber and Pipe, and he fell to playing before them, and tells strange stories in Rime-doggery, which made them to grin a little one at another, for they were too much drunk to laugh heartily, and then Mr. Lloyd he acted his part and he falls to singing for he was still to be the Poet and act his part as Jester upon them all.  

The Song upon the man that played upon the Taber and Pipe.  

I, but all will not do,  
without a Pass or two,  
From him that pipes  
and tabers the tatoo.  
he's a man that can tell'em  
such a Jig from his velum  
with his whistle, & his Club,  
And his braced half Tub  
that I think  
There ne'er came before ye  
though the Moths lodged in't  
or in manuscript or print  
such a pitiful Parchment story  
He that hammers like a Tinker  
Kettle Music is a stinker,  
our taberer bids him hark it,  
though he thrash till he sweats  
and out the bottom beats  
of his two  
Dosser Drums to the Market    
But this sport they are soon weary of, and therefore discharge him to be gone.  
Then they called in the man with the Bagg-Pipes, who had a pair three times as big as those which they use at Palace Garden to play before the Bears with, for he had gotten a pair of Bagpipes as big at those that Arthur of Bradley used to play with in the North Country, when the young Fellows and the Lasses were wont to meet to dance to, under the green Trees, and then they cried out oh brave Arthur of Bradley.  
This man came in with his Bagpipes, and there he went about his work, and sitting him down upon a Stool, to play he went, and pleased the Cavaliers and the Courtiers and the rest that were at the Wakes wondrous well, and Mr. Lloyd sung to them as followeth.  

Mr. Loyds Song to the Bagpipes.  

Bagpiper good luck on you  
thou'rt a man for my money  
Him the Bears love  
better than honey  
How he tickles with his skill  
with his bladder and his quill  
How he swells till he blister  
while he gives his mouth a Glister  
Nor yet does his Physic  
grieve him.  
His Chaps they would not tarry  
For a tried Apothecary.  
But the Harp comes in  
to relieve him.    
They made sport a long while with the Bagpipes  
Then there was a tall shag head Ruffian came in with a harp to conclude the Music who played many several lessons to them, both French, and Irish, as well as English, he played also a hone, a hone, and to him the Oxford Poet sung this Lesson.  

The Harp took its fountain  
From the Bogs of the mountain  
For better was never aforded  
Strings hop and rebound  
Oh the very same sounded  
May be strung from a Trucl-bed Coarded.   
After which the Harper, as the rest were discharged, and the Masque being ended, and the Oxford blades sound fuddled, they fell to singing of Catches, and M. Lloid taught them a new Catch as followeth which they roared out to purpose.  

EPILOGUE.  

The Witney Catch; or conclusion of the Masque at Witney Wakes,  made by Mr. Lloyd the Poet. 

Now God a bless King Charles  
And send him to be merry.  
And bring our noble Queen  
A safe over the Ferry,  
The Prince, marry save him  
And the Duke his own brother  
God a blessing light upon him,  
He is e'en such another.  
I say the Duke's worship,  
For an whose sweet sake  
Was a Chiefly intended  
We of Witney, and the Wake    
Some considerable addition all lines for conclusion.  

The King went out of Oxford, in private, towards the North,  
And with his Majesty, A Priest, and Ashburnham went forth,  
To Southwell then they took their way, near Newarke siege,  
But there the Scots beset the Town, And Sovereign Liege,  
And did the English then acquaint what they had done,  
Both do consult how they may best the King send home.    
FJNIS.