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T36638 OF a worthy LONDON 'PRENTICE, / My purpose is to speak; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 618 3: 619 The HONOUR of a / LONDON 'PRENTICE; / Being an Account of his / Matchless Manhood and brave Adventures done / in TURKEY. 1763-1763

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OF a worthy LONDON PRENTICE, My purpose is to speak; And tell his brave Adventures, Done for his Countrys Sake, Seek all the World about, In vain will be your speed, To find any like to him, In Valor to exceed. He was born in Cheshire, The chief of Men was he;
From thence brought up to London, A Prentice for to be, A Merchant on the Bridge, Did like his service so. That for three Years his Factor To Turkey he should go. And in the famous Country One Year he had not been, Ere he by Tilt maintaind The honor of his queen, ELIZABETH his Princess, He nobly did make known, To be the Phenix of the World, And none but she alone, In armor rich and gilded, Well mounted on a Steed; One Score of Knights most hardy, He made for to bleed: And brought tthem all unto the ground, Who proudly did deny ELIZABETH to be the Pearl Of princely Dignity. The King of that same Country Began therefore to frown, And willd his Son then present To pull this youngster down: Who at his Fathers words These boasting speeches said; Thou art a Traytor English Boy, And hast the Traytor playd. I am no Boy nor Traytor, Thy speeches I defy; For which Ill be revenged On thee by and by; A London Prentice still Shall prove as good a Man As any of your Turkish Knights, Do all the best you can. And therewithal he gave him A swinging box othe Ear.
Which broke his Neck asunder, As plainly doth appear; How now proud Turk, said he, I am no English Boy, Who can with one small Box othe Ear, The Prince of Turks destroy. When as the King perceived His son so strangely slain, His Soul was so afflicted With more than mortal Pain; And in Revenge thereof He swore that he should die The cruelest death that ever Man Beheld with mortal Eye. Two Lions were prepard The Prentice to devour, Near famished with hunger, Ten Days within the Tower; For to make them more fierce, And eager for their prey, To glut themselves with human gore, Upon this dreadful Day. The appointed Time of Torment At length drew near at Hand, When all the noble Ladies And Barons of the Land, Attended on the King, To see this Prentice slain. And buried in the hungry Maws Of [t]hese fierce Lions twain, Then in his shirt of Cambrick With Silks most richly wrought, This worthy London Prentice Was from the Prison brought, And to the Lions given, To staunch their hunger great, Which had not eat in ten days Space, Not one small bit of Meat But God, who knows all secrets The Matter so contrivd That by this young Mans Valour They were of Life deprivd; For being faint for want of Food, They could not withstand The noble Force and Fortitude And Courage of his Hand: For when the hungry Lions Had on him cast their Eyes, The elements did thunder, With ecchoes of their Cries:
And running all amain, His Body to devour, Into each Throat he thrust his Arm With all his Might and Power; From thence with manly Force, He tore their Hearts asunder, And at the King he threw them To tll the Peoples Wonder. This have I done, quoth he, For lovely Englands Sake, And for my Country Maiden Queen Much more will undertake. But when the King perceivd The wrathful Lions Hearts, Afflicted with great Sorrow, His Anger soon reverts, And turned all his Hate Into Remorse and Love; And said it is some Angel Sent down from Heaven above. No, no, I am no Angel, The courteous young Man said, But born in famous England, Where Gods Word is obeyd; Assisted by the Heavens, Who did me thus befriend, Or else they had most cruelly Brought here my Life to End. The King in Heart amazed, Lift up his Eyes to Heaven, And for his foul Offences Did beg to be forgiven; Believing that no Land With England could be seen, No People better governd By Virtue of a Queen. So taking up this young Man, He pardond him his Life, And gave his Daughter unto him To be his wedded Wife. Where then they did remain, And livd in quiet Peace, In spending of their happy Days, In Joy and Loves encrease.
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