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R215933 18 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fame the same tune Chevy Chase The Same Tune AN Elder time there was so yore, / when gybes of Churlish glee, NOt so old dame, quoth Alfred straight, / of mee you need not feare: Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 504 1: 505 [The] Shepheard and the King, and of Gillian the Shepheards VVife, with her / Churlish answers: being full of mirth and merry pastime. The Shepheard and the King, and of Gillian the Shepheards VVife, with her Churlish answers: being full of mirth and merry pastime. The Shepherd and the King, and of Gillian the Shepherd's Wife, with her Churlish answers: being full of mirth and merry pastime. ?-?

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AN Elder time there was so yore, when gybes of Churlish glee, Were usd amongst our Country Earles, though no such thing now be. The which King Alfred liking well, forsooke his stately Court: And in disguise unknowne went forth, to see that Joviall sport. How Dick and Tom, in clouted shoone, and coats of russet Gray, Esteemd themselves more brave then those that went in Golden ray. In Garments fit for such a life, our good King Alfred went, All ragd and torne, as from his backe, the Begger his clothes had rent. A Sword and Buckler good and strong to give Jack sauce a rap: And on his head in stead of a Crowne, he wore a Monmouth Cap; Thus coasting thorow Somerset Shire, neere Newton-Court he met A Shepheard swaine, of lusty limbes, that up and downe did jet. He wore a Bonnet of good gray, close buttond to his chin:And at his backe a leather Scrip, with much good meate therein. God speed good Shepheard (quod our King) I come to be thy Guest, To taste of thy good victuall here, and drinke thats of the best. Thy Scrip I know hath cheare good store, What then, (the Shepheard said) Thou seemst to be some scurvy Theefe, and makst mee sore afraid. Yet if thou wilt thy dinner winne, thy sword and buckler take: And if thou canst into my Scrip, therewith an entrance make. I tell thee Roister it hath store of Beefe and Bacon fat, With shives of Barley bread to make thy chops to water at. Here stands my bottle here my Bag, if thou canst win them, Roister, Against thy Sword and Buckler here, my sheep-hooke is my waster.
Benedicite now (quoth our King) it never shall be said, That Alfred of thy Shepheards hooke, will stand a whit afraid. So roundly thus they both fell toot, where giving bang for bang: At every blow the Shepheard gave, King Alfreds Sword cride twang. His Buckler provd his chiefest sence, for still the Shepheards hooke Was that, the which good Alfred could in no good manner brooke. At last when they had fought foure houres, and it grew just mid-day, And wearyed both, with right good will, desird each other stay. Kings truce I cry quoth Alfred then, good Shepheard hold thy hand:A sturdier fellow then thy selfe, lives not within this Land:Nor a Lustier Roister then thou art, the churlish Shepheard said: To tell thee plaine, thy Theevish lookes, now make my heart afraid. Else sure thou art some Prodigall, that hast consumd thy store:And here comst wandring to this place, to rob and steale for more. Deeme not of me, then (quoth our King) good Shepheard, in such sort:A Gentleman well knowne I am, in good King Alfreds Court. The Devill thou art the Shepheard said, thou goest in ragges thus torne:Thou rather seemst (I thinke) to be some Beggar basely borne:But if thou wilt mend thy estate, and here a Shepheard be:At night to Gillian my old wife, thou shalt goe home with mee. For shees as good a toothlesse Dame, as mumbleth on browne Bread: Where thou shalt lye in harden sheetes, upon a fresh straw bed:Of Whig and Whay, we have great store, and keepe good Peas-straw fires: And now and then good barly cakes, when better day requires,
But for my Master which is chiefe, and Lord of Newton Court: Hee keepes (I say) us Shepheard Swaines in farre more braver sort:We there have Curds and clouted Cream of red Cowes morning milke:And now and then fine Buttered Cakes, as soft as any silke. Of Beefe, and reesed Bacon store, that is most fat and greazie, Wee have likewise to feed our Chops, to make them glib and easie. Thus if thou wilt my man become, this usage shalt thou have. If not, adue, goe hang thy selfe, and so farewell sir knave. King Alfred hearing of this glee, the churlish Shepheard said, Was well content to be his man, and so the bargaine made: A penny round the Shepheard gave, in earnest of the match: To keepe his sheepe in Field and Fold, as Shepheards use to watch. His wages should be full ten Groates, for service of a yeare:Yet was it not his use, old Lad, to hire a man so deare:For did the King himselfe (quoth he) unto my Cottage come:He should not for his twelve-months pay, receive a greater summe. Hereat the bonny King grew blythe, to heare this Clownish jest:How silly Sots as Custome is, doe descant on the best, But not to spoile the following sports. he was content (good King) To fit the Shepheards humor right, in every kind of thing. A Sheep-hooke then, with Patch his Dog, and Tar-box by his side:He with his Master cheeke by jowle, unto old Gillian hyed:Unto whose sight no sooner come, whom have you here (quoth she?) A fellow I doubt will cut our throats, so like a knave lookes hee.
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NOt so old dame, quoth Alfred straight, of mee you need not feare: My Master hath hired me for ten Groates, to serve you one whole yeare, So good Dame Gillian grant me leave within your home to stay:For by Saint Anne doe what you can, I will not yet away. Her churlish usage pleasd him still, but put him to such proofe:That he that night was almost choakt within that smoakie roofe. But as he sate with smiling cheere, the event of all to see:His Dame brought forth a peece of Dowe, which in the fire throwes she. Where lying on the Harth to bake, by chance the Cake did burne:What canst thou not, thou Lowt, quoth she take paines the same to turne?Thou art more quick to rake it out, and eat it up halfe Dowe: Then thus to stay tillt be enough, and so thy manners show. But serve mee such another tricke, Ile thwack thee on the snout:Which made the patient King good man, of her to stand in doubt. But to be briefe, to bed they went, the good-man and his Wife: But never such a lodging had King Alfred in his life. For he was laid on white Sheepes woll, new pulld from tanned Fells: And ore his head hung spiders webs, as if they had beene Bells: Is this the Country guise, thought he? then here I will not stay:But hence be gone as soone as breakes the p[ee]ping of next day. The cackling Geese and Hens kept roost, and pearcht by his bed side: Whereat the last the wrathfull Cocks made knowne the morning tide:Then up got Alfred, with his horne, and blew so long a blast, That made Gillian and her Groome, in bed full sore agast.
Arise quoth she, we are undone, this night we lodged have, At unawares within our house, a false dissembling Knave. Rise, husband, rise, heell cut our throats, he calleth for his Mates, Ide give (old Will) our good Cade-Lambe he would depart our Gates. But still King Alfred blew his horne, before them more and more: Till that a hundred Lords and Knights alighted at their doore. Which cryed all hayle all hayle good King, long have we lookt your Grace:And here you find (my merry men all) your Soveraigne in this place. Wee shall be surely hangd up both, old Gillian, I much feare, The Shepheard said, for using thus our good King Alfred heere: A pardon my Liege (quoth Gillian then) for my Husband and for mee:By these ten bones I never thought, the same that now I see. And by my hooke the Shepheard said, and Oath both good and true, Before this time, O Noble King, I never your highnesse knew:Then pardon me, and my old Wife, that we may after say:When first you came into our house, it was a happy day. It shall be done, said Alfred straight, and Gillian my old Dame, For this thy churlish using me, deserveth not much blame:For this thy Countrey guise, I see, to be thus bluntish still. And where the plainest meaning is, remaines the smallest ill. And Master, so I tell thee now, for thy late manhood showne, A thousand Weathers Ile bestow upon thee for thine owne:With pasture grounds, as much as will suffice to feed them all:And this thy cottage, I will change into a stately Hall. And for the same (as dutie bindes) the Shepheard said, good King: A milke white Lambe once every Yeere, Ile to your Highnesse bring: And Gillian my old Wife likewise, of wooll to make your Coates:Will give so much at New-yeeres tide, as shall be worth ten Groates. And in your prayse, my Bag-pipe shall sound sweetly every yeere:How Alfred our renowned King, most kindly hath beene here. Thanks, Shepheard, thanks, quod he againe, the next time I come hither, My Lords with me here in this house, will all be merry together.
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