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1.494-495 R234199 1 Green-Sleeves Greensleeves Greensleeves IT was a worthy Lord of Lorn/ he was a Lord of high degree, uneven inking in first line: IT was a worthy Lord o[f] Lo[r]n/ he was a Lord of high degree Pepys 1.494-495 Wing P3320D; Rollins (2) 1546 (Oct. 6, 1580, II, 379, Jno. Wally); Rollins (2) 1545 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131); Rollins (2) 1547 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 498). Woodblock 1: under title, above column 1.: A bearded man walks toward the right of the cut with his left hand extended in front of him. His mouth seems to be open. He wears a brimmed hat a cloak over his right shoulder, a buttoned doublet, and pantaloons. There are a few plants in the background.: 78 x 67 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 494 A pretty Ballad of the Lord of Lorn, and the false Steward. A pretty Ballad of the Lord of Lorn, and the false Steward. A Pretty Ballad of the Lord of Lorn, and the False Steward. single sheet oblong folio, pasted across 2 pages, 240 x 350 creased, damaged surface, uneven inking headpiece: 37 x 146 1684-1686 Printed for I. Clarke, W. Thackeray and T. Passinger I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T.Passinger Blagden

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IT was a worthy Lord of Lo[r]n he was a Lord of high degree, He sent his Son unto the School, to learn some civility. He learned more in one day, then other Children did in three, And thus bespake the School-master, to him tenderly, In faith thou art the honestest boy, that e're I blinkt on with my eye: I hope thou art some Easterling born, the Holy Ghost is with thee: He said he was no Easterling born the child thus answered courteously, My Father is the Lord of Lorn, and I his Son Perdye. The School-master turned round about, his angry mood he could not swage He marvelled the child could speak so wise he being of so tender age. He girt the Saddle to the Steed, the Bridle of the best Gold shown, He took his leave of his fellows all, and quickly he was gone. And when he came to his father dear, he kneeled down on his knee I am come to you Father, he said, Gods blessing give you me: Thou art welcome my Son, he said, Gods blessing I thee give: What tidings hast thou brought my Son being come so hastily? I have brought tidings Father, he said, and so liked it may be: There's ne'r a Doctor in all the Realm for all he goes in rich array, I can write him a Lesson soon
to learn in seven years [da]y. That is good tydings, said the Lord, all in the place where I do stand, My Son thou shalt into France go, to learn the speeches of each Land; Who shall go with him, said the Lady; husband we have none but he: Madam, he said my Head Steward, he hath been true to me. She call'd the Steward to an account a thousand pound she gave him anon: Says good sir steward by good to my child while he is far from home: If I be false unto my young Lord, then God be the like to me indeed, And now to France they both are gone, and God be their Good speed. They had not been in France Land, not three weeks to an end, But meat and drink the child got none, nor money in purse to spend. The Child run to the Rivers side, he was fain to drink water then, And after followed the false steward to put the Child therein: But nay marry, said the Child, he asked mercy pittifully, Good steward let me have my life what e're betide my body; Now put off thy fair cloathing, and give it me anon, So put thee off thy silken shirt, with many a golden seam. But when the child was stript naked his body as white as the Lilly flower He might have been seen for his body, a Princes Paramour: He put him on an old keltar Coat, and hose of the same above the knee, He bid him go to the Shepherds house, to keep Sheep on a love lovely: The Child said, what shall be my name good steward tell to me, Thy name shall be poor dost thou wear that thy name shall be. The Child came to the Shepherds house, and asked mercy pittifully, Says, good Shepherd take me in, to keep Sheep on a love lovely: But when the Shepherd saw the Child he was so pleasent in the eye, I have no child I'le make thee my heir, thou shalt have my goods perdye. And then bespoke the shepherds wife, unto the child so tenderly, Thou must take the sheep & go to the field and get them on a love lovely: Now let us leave talking of the child that is keeping sheep on a love lovely: And we'l talk more of the false steward,
and of his false treachery. He bought himself three suits of apparel that any Lord might have seem'd to worn he went a wooing to the Dukes daughter and call'd himself the Lord of Lorn. The Duke he welcomed the young Lord with three baked Stags anon If he had wist himself the false Steward to the Devil he should have gone: But when they were at supper set with dainty delicates that were there, The Duke said if thou wilt wed my daughter I'le give thee a thousand pound a year: The Lady would see the red Buck run and also for to hunt the Doe, And with an hundred lusty men, the Lady did a hunting go; The Lady is a hunting gone, over Feansel that is so high, There was she aware of a shepherds boy with sheep on a love lovely: And ever he sighed and made moan, and cry'd out pittifully, My Father is the Lord of Lorn, and knows not what's become of me: And then bespake the Lady gay, unto her maid anon, Go fetch me hither the shepherds boy, why maketh he all this moan? But when he came before the Lady, he was not to learn his courtesie, Where wast thou born thou bonny child for whose sake makest thou all this moan My dearest friend, Lady he said, is dead many years agon. Tell thou to me thou bonny child, tell me truth and do not lye, Knowst thou not the young Lord of Lorn he is come a wooing unto me: Yes forsooth, saith the Child, I know the Lord then verily: The young Lord is a valiant Lord, at home in his own Country. Wilt leave thy sheep thou bonny Child, and come in service unto me, Yes forsooth, then said the child at your bidding will I be, When the Steward lookt upon the child, he bewailed him villaniously, Where wast thou born thou vagabond, or where is thy Country? Ha down, ha down, said the Lady, she call'd the steward then presently Without you bear him more good will, you get no love of me. Then bespake the false steward, unto the Lady hastily: At Aberdine beyond the Seas, his father robbed thousands three.
BUt then bespake the Lady gay, unto her father courteously: Saying, I have found a bonny Child, my chamberlain to be: Not so, not so, then said the Duke, for so it may not be: For the young Lord of Lorn that comes a wooing will think no good of thee and me. When the Duke had lookt upon the Child he seem'd so pleasant to the eye; Child because thou lovest horses well, my groom of Stable thou shalt be. The Child ply'd the Horses well, a twelvemonth to an end, He was so courteous and so true every man become his friend: He led a fair Gelding to the water, where he might drink verily, The Gelding up with his head and hit the Child above the eye: Wo worth the horse, then said the Child that ever mare foled thee, Thou little knowst what thou hast done thou hast stricken a Lord of high degree The Dukes daughter was in her Garden green she heard the child make great moan, She ran to the child all weeping; and left her Maidens all alone: Sing on thy Song thou bonny child, I will release thee of thy pain I have made an oath Lady he said, I dare not tell my tale again. Tell the horse thy tale thou bonny child, and so thy Oath shall saved be, But when he told the Horse his tale the Lady wept most tenderly. I'le do for thee my bonny Child, in faith I will do more for thee, And for thy sake my bonny child, I'le put my wedding off months three. The Lady did write a letter then, full pittifully with her own hand: She sent it to the Lord of Lorn, whereas he dwelt in fair Scotland: But when the Lord had read the Letter, his Lady wept most tenderly, I knew what would become of my Child in such a far country. The old Lord call'd up his Merry men and all that he gave Cloth and Fee;
With Seven Lords by his side, and into France rides he: The wind serv'd and they did sail so far into france Land, They were ware of the Lord of Lorn, with a Porters staff in his hand. The Lords they moved hat and hand, the Serving-men fell on their knee: What folks be yonder, said the Steward that maketh the Porter courtesie: Thou are a false thief, quod the Lord of Lorn no longer might I bear with thee: By the law of France thou shalt be judg'd, whether it be to live or dye. A quest of Lords there chosen was, to bench they come hastily: But when the Quest was ended, the false steward must dye. First they did him half Hang, and then they took him down anon, And then put him in boyling lead and then was sodden breast and bone. And then bespake the Lord of Lorn with many other Lords mo, Sir Duke if you be as willing as we, we'l have a marriage before we go: These Children both they did rejoyce to hear the Lord his tale so ended: They had rather to day then to morrow so he would not be offended. But when the wedding ended was, there was delicate dainty chear, I'le tell you how long the wedding did last full three quarters of a year. Such a banquet there was wrought the like was never seen, The King of France brought with him then a hundred Tun of good red Wine: Five set of Musitians were to be seen, that never rested night nor day, Also Italians there did sing, full pleasantly with great joy. Thus have you heard how troubles great unto successive joys did turn; And happ news amongst the rest unto the worthy Lord of Lorn. Let Rebels therefore warned be, how mischief once they do pretend, For God may suffer for a time, but will disclose it in the end.
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