A loyal Song of the royal Feast, kept by the Prisoners in the tower 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 Queen's Queen Mary,  
The Ladies all, Gloster and York,  
Prince Charles so like old Harry:  
God send the King his own again,  
H●s tower and all his coiners,  
And bless all Kings who are to reign  
From traitors and purloiners.  
The King sent us poor traitors here  
(But you may guess the reason)  
Two brace of Bucks to mend the cheer,  
Is't not to eat them Treason?   

Let Selden search Cottons Records,  
And Royley in the tower,  
They cannot match the precedent,  
It is not in their power,  
Old Collet would have joyed ta've seen  
This precedent recorded,  
For all the papers he are saw  
Scarce such an one afforded  
The King sent us, &c.   

But that you may these traitors know  
I'll be so bold to name them,  
That if they ever traitors prove,  
Than this record may shame them:  
But these are well tried loyal blades  
(If England e'er had any)  
Search both the houses through and through  
you'd scarcely find so many.  
The King sent us, &c.   

The first and chief a marquess is 
Mar. Winton▪   
Long with the State did wrestle,  
Had Ogle done as much as he,  
Thaed spoilt Will. Waller's Castle:  
Ogle had wealth and title got,  
So laid down his Commissions,  
The noble marquess would not yield,  
But scorned all base conditions.  
The King sent us, &c.   

The next a worthy Bishop is, 
Bish. Eely.   
Of schismatics 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 near a year,  
Who would have had small pity.  
The King sent us, &c.   

The next to him is a Welsh Judge 
Judge Jenkins, Esq.   
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 lawyer's use, and knavery,  
And show the subtle plots they use  
To enthrall us in slavery.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Frank Wortly hath a jovial soul, 
Knight & Baronet.   
Yet never was good club-man,  
he's for the Bishops and the Church,  
But can endure no Tub-man:  
He told Sir THOMAS in the tower,  
Though he by him was undone,  
It pleased him that he lost more men,  
In taking him then London.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Sir Edward hails was wondrous rich, 
Knight & Baronet.   
No flower in Kent yields honey  
In more abundance to the Bee,  
Than they from him suck money:  
Yet he's as cheerful 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, 
Knight & Baronet.   
Though he himself submitted,  
Yet as a traitor he must be,  
Excepted and committed,  
Yet they th'exception now take off,  
But not the sequestration,  
He must forsooth to Goldsmiths-hall,  
The place of desolation.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Honest Sir Ben's a real man, 
Knight & Baronet.   
As ere was leapt in leather,  
But he (God bless us) loves the King,  
And therefore was sent hither.  
He durst be sheriff, and durst make  
The Parliament acquainted  
What he intended for to do,  
And for this was at●ainted.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Sir Benefield, Sir Walter Blunt, 
Knights & Baronets.   
Are Romishly affected,  
So's honest Frank of Howards race,  
And Slaughter is suspected:  
But how the devil comes this about,  
That Papists are so loyal?  
And those that call then selves God's Saints,  
Like Devils do destroy all.  
The King sent us &c.   

Jack Hewet will have wholesome meat, 
Knight.   
And drink good wine if any,  
His entertainments free and neat,  
His choice of friends not many:  
Jack is a loyal hearted man,  
Well Parted and a Scholar,  
he'll grumble if things please him not,  
But never grows to choler.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Gallant Sir Thomas bold and stout, 
Knight & Baronet.   
(Brave Lunsford) children eateth,  
But he takes care, where he eats one,  
There he a hundred getteth.  
When Harlows wife brings her long bills,  
He wishes she were blinded,  
When she speaks loud, as loud he swears,  
The woman's earthly minded.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Sir Lewis hath an able pen, 
Knight.   
Can cudgel a Committee,  
He makes them do him reason though  
They others do not pity:  
Brave Cleaveland had a willing mind,  
Frank W●rtley was not able,  
But Lewis got four pound per week,  
For's children and his table.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Giles Strangwayes has a gallant soul, 
Esquire.   
A brain infatigable,  
What study he e'er undertakes,  
To master it he's able:  
He studies on his theorems,  
And logarithms for number,  
He loves to speak of Lewis Dives,  
And they are near asunder.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Sir John Marlow's a loyal man, 
Knight.   
(If England e'er bred any)  
He banged the Pedlar back and side,  
Of Scots he killed many:  
Had general King done what he should,  
And given the blue-caps battle,  
we'd made them all run into Tweed,  
By droves like summer cattle.  
The King sent us &c.   

Will. Morton's of that Cardinal's race, 
Knight.   
Who made that blessed marriage,  
He is most loyal to his King,  
In action, word, and carriage:  
His sword and pen de●ends the Cause,  
If King Charles think 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, 
Esquire.   
Yet of a sweet condition  
To them he loves; his crime was great  
He read, the King's Commission,  
And required Cranborn to assist  
He charged, but should have prayed 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, 
Knight.   
Had suffered somuch hardship,  
There's no man in the tower had left  
The King so young a Wardship:  
he's firm both to the Church and Crown,  
The Crown Law and the Canon,  
The Houses put him to his shifts,  
And his wife's father Mammon.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Sir Henry Vaughan looks as grave 
Knight.   
As any beard can make him,  
Those come poor prisoners for to see,  
Do for our patriarch take him:  
Old Harry is a right true blue,  
As valiant as Pendraggon,  
And would be loyal to his King,  
Had King Charles near a rag on  
The King sent us, &c.   

John Lilburne is a stirring blade, 
Gent.   
And understands the matter,  
He neither will King, Bishops, Lords,  
Nor th'House of Commons flatter:  
John loves no power prerogative,  
But that derived from Zion,  
As for the Mitre and the Crown,  
Those two he looks awry on.  
The King sent us, &c.   

Tom Violet swears his injuries 
Goldsmith.   
Are scarcely to be numbered,  
He was close prisoner to the State,  
Three score days and nine hundred:  
For Tom does set down all the days,  
And hopes he has good debtors,  
'Twould be no Treason (Jenkins says)  
To bring them peaceful letters.  
The King sent us, etc,   

Poor Hudson of all was the last, 
D. D.   
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 martial Court was then cried 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 betrayed him,  
The houses are so noble, they  
As bravely would have paid him.  
The King sent us, &c.   

we'll 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?  
we'll drink them o'er and o'er again  
Else we're unthankful creatures  
Since CHARLES the Wise, the valiant King  
Takes us for loyal traitors.   

This if you will rhyme doggerel call  
(That you please you may name it)  
One of the loyal traitors here  
Did for a Ballad frame it  
Old Chevy Chase was in his mind  
If any suit it better:  
All these concerned in the Song  
Will kindly thank▪ the Setter.   
FINIS.