A Loyall Song of the Royall Feast kept by the Prisoners in the Towre,
August last, with the Names, Titles, and Characters of every Prisoner.
By Sir F. W., Knight and Baronet, Prisoner. (Sept. 16th, 1647.)
“In the negotiations between the King and the Parliament during the
summer and autumn of this year,” says Mr Thomas Wright in his Political
Ballads of the Commonwealth, published for the Percy Society, “the case
of the royalist prisoners in the Tower was frequently brought into
question. The latter seized the occasion of complaining against the
rigours (complaints apparently exaggerated) which were exerted against
them, and on the 16th June, 1647, was published ‘A True Relation of the
cruell and unparallel’d Oppression which hath been illegally imposed upon
the Gentlemen Prisoners in the Tower of London.’ The several petitions
contained in this tract have the signatures of Francis Howard, Henry
Bedingfield, Walter Blount, Giles Strangwaies, Francis Butler, Henry
Vaughan, Thomas Lunsford, Richard Gibson, Tho. Violet, John Morley,
Francis Wortley, Edw. Bishop, John Hewet, Wingfield Bodenham, Henry
Warren, W. Morton, John Slaughter, Gilbert Swinhow.”
On the 19th of August (according to the MODERATE INTELLIGENCER of that
date) the King sent to the royal prisoners in the Tower two fat bucks for
a feast. This circumstance was the origin of the present ballad. It was
written by Sir Francis Wortley, one of the prisoners. This ballad, as we
learn by the concluding lines, was to be sung to the popular tune of
“Chevy Chace.”
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! {5}
God send the King his own again,
His 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 Cotton’s records,
And Rowley in the Towre,
They cannot match the president,
It is not in their power.
Old Collet would have joy’d to ’ve seen
This president recorded;
For all the papers he ere saw
Scarce such an one afforded.
The King sent us, etc.
But that you may these traytors know,
I’ll be so bold to name them;
That if they ever traytors prove
Then this record may shame them:
But these are well-try’d loyal blades
(If England ere had any),
Search both the Houses through and through
You’ld scarcely finde so many.
The King sent us, etc.
The first and chiefe a marquesse {6} is,
Long with the State did wrestle;
Had Ogle {7} done as much as he,
Th’ad spoyl’d Will Waller’s castle.
Ogle had wealth and title got,
So layd down his commissions;
The noble marquesse would not yield,
But scorn’d all base conditions.
The King sent us, etc.
The next a worthy bishop {8} is,
Of schismaticks was hated;
But I the cause could never know,
Nor see the reason stated.
The cryes were loud, God knowes 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, etc.
The next to him is a Welsh Judge, {9}
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 show the subtile plots they use
To enthrall us into slavery.
The King sent us, etc.
Frank Wortley {10} hath a jovial soule,
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 Towre,
Though he by him was undone,
It pleased him that he lost more men
In taking him then London.
The King sent us, etc.
Sir Edward Hayles {11} was wond’rous rich,
No flower in Kent yields 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, etc.
Old Sir George Strangways {12} he came in,
Though he himself submitted,
Yet as a traytor he must be
Excepted and committed:
Yet they th’ exception now take off,
But not the sequestrations,
Hee must forsooth to Goldsmith’s-hall,
The place of desolation.
The King sent us, etc.
Honest Sir Berr’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 sheriff, and durst make
The Parliament acquainted
What he intended for to doe,
And for this was attainted.
The King sent us, etc.
Sir Benefield, {13} Sir Walter Blunt,
Are Romishly affected,
So’s honest Frank of Howard’s race,
And slaughter is suspected. {14}
But how the devill comes this about,
That Papists are so loyall,
And those that call themselves God’s saints
Like devils do destroy all?
The King sent us, etc.
Jack Hewet {15} will have wholesome meat,
And drink good wine, if any;
His entertainment’s free and neat,
His choyce of friends not many;
Jack is a loyall-hearted man,
Well parted and a scholar;
He’ll grumble if things please him not,
But never grows to choller.
The King sent us, etc.
Gallant Sir Thomas, {16} bold and stout
(Brave Lunsford), children eateth;
But he takes care, where he eats one,
There he a hundred getteth;
When Harlow’s wife brings her long bills,
He wishes she were blinded;
When shee speaks loud, as loud he swears
The woman’s earthly-minded.
The King sent us, etc.
Sir Lewis {17} hath an able pen,
Can cudgell a committee;
He makes them doe him reason, though
They others do not pitty.
Brave Cleaveland had a willing minde,
Frank Wortley was not able,
But Lewis got foure pound per weeke
For’s children and his table.
The King sent us, etc.
Giles Strangwayes {18} 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, {19}
And they are ne’er asunder.
The King sent us, etc.
Sir John Marlow’s {20} a loyall man
(If England ere bred any),
He bang’d the pedlar back and side,
Of Scots he killed many.
Had General King {21} done what he should,
And given the blew-caps battail,
Wee’d make them all run into Tweed
By droves, like sommer cattell.
The King sent us, etc.
Will Morton’s {22} of that Cardinal’s race,
Who made that blessed maryage;
He is most loyall to his King,
In action, word, and carryage;
His sword and pen defends the cause,
If King Charles thinke not on him,
Will is amongst the rest undone,—
The Lord have mercy on him!
The King sent us, etc.
Tom Conisby {23} is stout and stern,
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 pray’d him;
Tom was so bold he did require
All for the King should aid him.
The King sent us, etc.
But I Win. Bodnam {24} had forgot,
Had suffer’d so much hardship;
There’s no man in the Towre had left
The King so young a wardship;
He’s firme both to the church and crowne,
The crown law and the canon;
The Houses put him to his shifts,
And his wife’s father Mammon.
The King sent us, etc.
Sir Henry Vaughan {25} 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 ne’er a rag on.
The King sent us, etc.
John Lilburne {26} 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 derived from Sion;
As for the mitre and the crown,
Those two he looks awry on.
The King sent us, etc.
Tom Violet {27} swears his injuries
Are scarcely to be numbred;
He was close prisoner to the State
These score dayes and nine hundred;
For Tom does set down all the dayes,
And hopes he has good debters;
’Twould be no treason (Jenkin sayes)
To bring them peaceful letters.
The King sent us, etc.
Poore Hudson {28} 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 martial court was then cry’d down,
They could not try his treason.
The king sent us, etc.
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, etc.
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 Glo’ster; 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 rhyme dogrell call,
(That you please you may name it,)
One of the loyal traytors here
Did for a ballad frame it:
Old Chevy Chace was in his minde;
If any suit it better,
All those concerned in the song
Will kindly thank the setter.