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T35038 A worthy Lord of vast estate, / Who did in Durham dwell of late; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 328 THE / DURHAM Garland. / In FOUR PARTS. THE DURHAM Garland. In FOUR PARTS. THE DURHAM Garland. In FOUR PARTS. 1728-1728

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A worthy Lord of vast estate, Who did in Durham dwell of late; But I will not declare his name, By reason of his birth and fame. But if you the truth would know, This Lord he did a hunting go, He had indeed a noble train, Of Lords, and Kights, and gentlemen. Unto famd Yorkshire he would ride, With all his gallants by his side. In hunting passd the time; But being weary, as they say, His Lordship lost his noble train Of Lords, and Knights, and gentlemen, And hearing not the horns to blow, He could not tell which way to go. But he did wander to and fro, Being weary likewise full of woe: At last dame fortune was so kind, That he the keepers house did find. He went and knocked at the gate, And tho it was so very late, The forester he let him in, And kindly entertained him, But in the middle of the night, When as the stars did shine so bright, The Lord was in a full surprise, Being waked w[it]h a dismal noise. Then did he rise and call with speed, To know the reason this indeed, Of all that shrieking and that noise Which did so much his soul surprise. Im sorry, Sir, the keeper said, That you should be so much afraid:
But I hope that all will soon be well, My wife is into labour fell. This noble Lord was learnd and wise, And knew the planets of the skies, He saw an evil planet reign, So called the forrester again. And gave him then to understand, Hed have the midwife hold her hand. But he was answerd by the maid, Her mistress was delivered, At one oclock that very morn, A lovely infant there was born: He was indeed a pretty boy, Which gave his parents mickle joy. The Lord was generous kind and free, And profferd Godfather to be: This good man thankd him heartily, For his good will and courtesy, A parson was called for with speed, For to christen the child indeed. And after as we did hear say, In joy and mirth they spent the day, This noble Lord did presents give, And all the servants did receive, They begd God would increase his store For they had neer so much before; And likewise to the child he gave, A noble present and a brave, It was a charming cabinet, That was with pearls and rubbies set. Within it was a cabinet of gold, Your eyes would dazzle to behold, A richer gift, as I may say, Has no[t] been seen this many a day.
He chargd his father faithfully, That he himself should keep the key. Until the child could write and read, And then to give it him indeed. Pray do not open it at all, What ever does to you befall, For it may do my godson good, If it be rightly understood. The second part I will unfold, As true as ever a tale was told, Concerning of his lovely child, Who was obedient, sweet, and mild. PART II. THIS child did take his learning so, If you the truth of this would know, At eleven years of age indeed, He could both Greek and Latin read. But thinking of his cabinet, Which was with pearls and jewels set, He asked his father for the key, The which he gave him speedily His cabinet he did unlock, But he was in amazement struck, When he the riches did behold, And also saw the chain of gold. But searching farther he did find A paper that disturbed his mind; Which was within the cabinet, In Greek and Latin it was writ My son, serve God that is on high And pray to him incessantly, Obey your Parents, serve the king, That nothing may your conscience sting; For seven years hence your fate will be To be hangd upon a tree: So pray to God both night and day: To let that hour pass away When he these rueful lines did read, He with a sigh did say, Indeed If hanging be my destiny My parents s[?]e, For I will wander to and fro, And go whither I do not know, But first Ill ask my parents leave, In view their blessings to receive. Then locking up the cabinet, He went unto his chamber strait, And went unto his parents dear, Beseeching them with many a tear, That they would grant what he did crave, Your blessing first I beg to have, And hope youll let me go my way, Twill do me good another day. For I indeed have made a vow, But must not tell the reason now; But if I live I will return, When seven years are past and gone.
Both man and wife did then reply, We fear, dear son that you will die, If we shoud yield to let you go, Our aged hearts will burst with woe. Yet he entreated eagerly. So that they forcd were to comply, And gave consent that he should go, But where, alass! we did not know. In the third part you soon shall find That fortune to him was most kind, And after many dangers past, He came to Durham at the last. PART III. HE went by chance as Ive heard say, Unto the house that very day, Whereat his godfather did dwell, Now mind what fortune him befel. This youth did crave a service there. And strait came out the godfather, And seeing him a handsome youth, He took him for his page in truth. In this same place he pleasd so well, That above all he bore the bell, And so well his Lord did please, He made him higher by degrees. He made him butler indeed, And then chief steward was with speed, Which made the other servants spite, And envy him both day and night. He neer was false in his trust, But proved ever true and just; And to the Lord d[i]d hourly pray, To guard him still both night and day. In this same place it doth appear, He livd the space of seven years, And of his parents thought upon, And of his promise to return. Then humbly of his Lord d[i]d crave, That he his free consent might have, For to go and see his parents dear, Whom he had not seen for many years, So having leave, away he went, Not dreaming of the base intent, Which was contrivd against h[i]m then, By wicked, false, and malicious men; Who had in his portmanteau put Their noble Lords fine golden cup, And when the Lord at dinner was, He missd the cup as it came to pass Where should it be? the Lord d[i]d say, We had it here but y[e]sterday: The bulter then replyd wi[t]h speed, If you would know the truth indeed, Your faithful steward that is gone, With featherd nest away is flown; I do believe he has that and more, Which does belong unto your store.
No, said the Lord that cannot be, For I have tryd his honesty, Then said the cook, my Lord, Ill die, Upon a tree thats nine feet high. But hearing what this man did say, Did send a messenger that day, To take him with a hue and cry, And bring him back immediately. They searchd his portmanteau indeed In which they found the cup with speed, Then he was struck with sad surprise, And scarcely could believe his eyes, The Lord then said unto him strait, Thou shalt be hanged at my gate, Because in you I put my trust, And I took you for nought but just. PART IV. THE day was fixd and being come, Said he, O Lord, it was my doom, Tho innocent I do declare, How my Lords cup came to be there, What fate decrees none can deny, I was adjudged thus [to] die Upon a fatal gallows tree, Which my godfather d[i]d foresee. In travelling pains my mother was, Into the world I came at last, A gentleman with skill did show Such death I now am coming to; A chain and a cabinet he gave Unto my father which I have; The manuscript which was therein, Did show me plain I should be hangd, So the Lord hearing him say so, It came into his mind then to Keep him from off the gallows high, For I think this man is not guilty, Something I doub, there is in this, Methinks it is with meer malice Of the cook and the butler too; And if so, Ill make them rue. The cause he tries a second time, And found them guilty of the crime; They were adjudgd to be hangd strait, Indeed they d[i]d deserve their fate. The Lord he took him, and did say, Have you that cabinet, I pray Yes, noble Lord, this is the same Was left me with this very chain. My daughter is a virgin bright, And you shall have her this very night Wherefore now take delight in her, Tis I who am your God fa[t]her. Heres twenty thousand pounds in gold And when Im dead it shall be told. You shall enjoy my whole estate, For to make you both rich and great.
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