The Royal Patient Traveller▪ OR, The wonderful Escapes of His Sacred Majesty King CHARLES the Second from Worcester-Fight; And his making a Hollow oak his royal palace. The going in a Livery Cloak with Mis. Lane. And the Discourse between the Kings Majesty, and the Cook-maid employing the King to wind up the Jack; but being not used to do it, did wind it up the wrong way.  
To the tune of, Chivy Chase, Or, God prosper long our Noble King  
 depiction of disguised person on horseback (Charles II?)  depiction of lady (Jane Lane?)  

GOd hath preserved our Royal King  
the second of that name,  
And those that will not pray for him,  
indeed they are too blame:  
For thousands have against him spoken,  
but I shall it disclaim,  
And with all others have a care  
how they should do the same,  
David we red had enemies  
that did him sore annoy,  
So CHARLES the Second had the same,  
who is fair Englands joy.  
In May it was the twenty nine,  
King Charles of high Renown.  
Being his birth-day( as 'tis known)  
to London came to town.  
But had you seen the triumph made,  
And Bonfires flaming high.  
and all the people for to cry  
God save his Majesty.  
I will rejoice at his happiness,  
and pray he long may reign,  
And of some passages he had  
with honest Mistris Lane,  
From Scotland he to Worcester came  
though friends did look about,  
Yet cromwell came with a mighty Force  
and did give him the Rout.  
A journey loan I am sure he had  
with friends the loving Scot,  
King Charles mounting himself so brave,  
three times his Horse was shot.  
The King did therefore for his safety,  
make friends to have some pitty,  
For so our Saviour he doth say  
as I writ in this Ditty:  
If persecution being great,  
of such then have a care,  
So at that time 'tis very true  
one did cut off his Hair.  
His Princely clothes he off did strip,  
and did himself disguise,  
So of King Alfred I have red,  
that was a Prince most wise.  
A Chain of gold that he had then,  
worth hundreds without doubt  
He gave away unto a friend,  
who led him there about,  
Into a wood where Inns was none  
nor Lodgings there bespoke,  
The best of Lodgings he could get,  
was in a hollow oak.  
O happy oak( saith Mistris Lane,  
that ever I did see,  
A palace for a Prince thou wast  
but he will go with me.   
 depiction of King Charles II with royalist guard  

HEr Serving-man King Charles became  
For so he thought it best.  
And she to free him from his foes.  
Did travail towards the West.  
For all the Land was up in Arms  
in City and in Town.  
And for King Charles to find him out,  
it was a thousand pound.  
But Mistris Lane virtuous and wise,  
so much did understand,  
What woeful hunting they did make,  
for Charles of fair England.  
for through a town they then must pass,  
for there was no back Lane  
The Horses héels then up did trip,  
and down fell man and Dame.  
The Souldiers seeing of the same,  
at them did laugh and jéer,  
And she suspicion for to shun,  
struck him a Box on the Ear.  
With angry words she seemed to speak,  
I think I am well manned,  
For such another I am sure  
is not within the Land,  
To second it her brother in Law  
so much in anger spoken,  
Well, must my Father then said he  
carry your mans Cloak,  
It was too heavy then( said she)  
what need you be so across  
The burden off it was so great  
it threw us off the horse.  
Her nimble tongue and wit in prime,  
and being a Lady gay,  
The Souldiers laughing at them then  
did let them pass their way,  
God freed them from their Enemies  
For with him there is pitty,  
At the three Crowns King Charles then lay  
which is in bristol City,  
For in the kitchen he was placed  
by his most loving friend,  
And modestly he there did stand,  
fearing he should offend,  
It made the Kitchin-maid much muse,  
she could not understand,  
That in the kitchen by her stood  
King Charles of fair England.  
For being by the fire-side,  
She asked what Country man,  
At Brumingham the King replied  
and a Naylors son.  
With bobs and speeches for some Sluts,  
in words they are not slacken,  
At her command King Charles must be  
for to wind up the jack.  
Though mildly he did take this task,  
it seems he did want skill,  
The wrong way he did go about  
and did do it some ill:  
Great Clownish booby she him calls  
yet he was meek and mildred,  
And though she used such taunting words  
He at her did but smile,  
He venters to another house,  
Where people came so thick.  
That all the day his Chamber kept.  
as if he had been sick.  
But coming down one night indeed,  
he spied a servant ●id,  
And for a glass of Wine he craves,  
because he was a could.  
The Butler quickly him descri●…  
and knew he was the King,  
With hat in hand thus did he say,  
you may have any thing.  
So easily his Majesty,  
although in cloth so plain,  
No notice of his words he takes,  
to his Chamber goes again,  
The Butler being not satisfied,  
with courage spake he can,  
Of master Lastel he must know  
how long he had that man.  
And whispering he  told him then,  
I know it is my Liege,  
And do not do him any wrong,  
I do you now beseech.  
Designs still failing, yet no dobut,  
to God he still doth yield,  
And to a trusty friend he went,  
that then was in the field.  
And for three wéeks the King conceal●  
and then did back return,  
And for a time he made a stay,  
it seems in fair London:  
Where he beholded such things as was  
sad to his tender heart,  
Some grief at that time did he féel,  
from London did he part.  
A Master of a Ship at last  
it seems was a good man,  
D●d hoist up sail,  
and so to France, as I do understand.   By Henry Jones of Oxford:  

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