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T41246 1 Chevy Chase GOD prosper long our noble KING! / Our Lifes and Safeties all: Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 440 THE / LORD's LAMENTATION; / OR THE / WHITTINGTON Defeat. THE LORD’s LAMENTATION; OR THE WHITTINGTON Defeat. THE LORD’s LAMENTATION; OR THE Whittington Defeat. ?-?

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GOD prosper long our noble KING! Our Lifes and Safeties all: A Woeful Horse-race, late there did At Whittington befall. Great B-----ds Duke, a mighty Prince! A Solemn Vow did make; His Pleasure in fair Staffordshire, Three Summers Days to take. At once to grace, his Fathers Race And to confound his Foes, But ah! (With Grief, my Muse does Speak,) A Luckless Time he chose. For some rude Clowns who long had felt The Weight of Tax and Levy, Explaind their Case unto his G-----e, By Arguments full heavy. No G---wr, they cryd! no Tool of Pow-r! At that the E--l turnd Pale: No G--wr, no G--wr, no Tool of Pow-r! Re-echod from each Dale: Then B-----ds mighty Breast took Fire, Who thus inragd did cry, To Horse my Lords, my Knights my Squires; Well be Revengd, or Die. They mounted straight all Men of Birth, Captains of Land and Sea; No Prince or Potentate on Earth, Had such a Troop as he. Great Lords, and Lordlings close conjoind, A Shining Squadron stood: But to their Cost, the Yeoman Host, Did prove the better Blood. A G--wr, a G--wr! Ye Son o th Whore, Vile Spawn of Babylon! This said, his Grace did mend his Pace, And came full fiercely on.
Three Times he smote a sturdy Foe; Who undismayd replyd, Or be thou Devil, or be thou D---e, Thy Courage shall be tryd. The Charge began; but on one Side, Some Slackness there was found; The smart Cockade in Dust was laid, And Trampled on the Ground. Some felt sore Thwacks, upon their Backs, Some, Pains within their Bowels; All who did Joke the Royal Oak, Were well Rubbd with its Towels. Then Terror seizd, the plumed Troop, Who turnd themselves to Flight; Foul Rout and Fear, brought up the Rear: Oh! twas a piteous Sight!---- Each Warrior Urgd his Nimble Steed; But none durst look behind; Th Insulting Foe, they well did know, Had got em in the Wind. Who neer lost Scent, untill they came, Unto the Gallow-tree: Now said their Foes, weell not oppose Your certain Destiny. No Farther Help of ours ye lack, Gra-mercy with your Doom! Trust to the Care o th Three Leggd-mare Shell bring ye All safe Home. Then wheeld about, with this old Shout, Confusion to the R------p. Leaving each Knight, to mourn his Plight, Beneath the Triple-stumpt.----- Now Heaven preserve such Hearts as these, From Secret Treachery! Who hate a Knave, and scorn a Slave, May such be ever free.
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