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T29413 To drive away the weary day, / A book I cahnced to take in hand; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 698 3: 699 The KING and NORTHERN MAN. / Shewing how a poor Northumberland Man, Tenant to the King, / was wrong'd by a Lawyer; how the poor Man went to the King and made / known his Grievance. The KING and NORTHERN MAN. Shewing how a poor Northumberland Man, Tenant to the King, was wrong’d by a Lawyer; how the poor Man went to the King and made known his Grievance. The KING and NORTHERN MAN. Showing how a poor Northumberland Man, Tenant to the King, was wronged by a Lawyer; how the poor Man went to the King and made known his Grievance. 1736-1736

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TO drive away the weary day, A book I chanced to take in hand: And therein I read assuredly, A story as you shall understand. Perusing many a history over, Amongst the Leaves I chanced to view, The Books name and Title is this, The second Lesson too good to be true. There read I of a Northumberland Man; That was born and bred up in the kings own land He paid twenty shillings rent a year To the king as I do understand. By him there dwelt a Lawyer false, That with his farm he was not content: But over the poor man still hangd his Nose, Because he did gather the Kings Rent. He told him he his Lease had forfeit, And that he must there no longer abide: The King by such loons had mickle wrong done And for you the world is broad and wide. The poor man prayed him for to cease, And content himself if he would be willing; And pick no vantage in my Lease, And I shall give thee forty shilling. Its neither forty shilling nor forty pound, Ise warrant thee can agree thee and me; Unless thou yield me thy Farm so round, And stand unto my courtesy. The poor man said, I may not do so, My wife and bairns will make ill work, If thou with my Farm wilt let me go, Thou seemst a good fellow, Ise give thee 5 mark. The Lawyer he would not be so content, But further in the matter he means to smell; The Neighbours bad the poor man provide his rent And make submission to the King himself. He got an humble staff, on his back, A Jerkin I wot that was grey: With a good blew Bonnet he thought it no lack, To the King he is ganging as fast as may be. He had not gone a mile out of the Town, But one of his Neighbours he did espy; How far is it to the King, for thither I am bound As fast as I can hie. I am sorry for you Neighbour he said, For your simplicity I make moan; Ise warrant you, you may ask for the King, When nine or ten days Journey you have gone. Had I wist the King had gone so far, Ise neer sought him a mile out of the town; Hes either sought me, or we had neer come near At home I had rather spent a Crown. But when he came to the City of London, Of every man he for the King did call, They told him he need not fear, For the King he lies now at the White Hall. And with spying of Earls in the City, Because he had never been there before: He lay so long a-bed the next day, The court was removed to Windsor that morn. You have lain too long then said the host, You have lion too long by a great while, The King he is now to Windsor gone, Hes further gone by twenty mile I think I was curst, then said the poor man, I[f] I had been wise I might had consider;
Belike the King of me hes gotten some Note, He had neer gone away had not I come hither. He fled not for you then said his Host, But hie you to Windsor as fast as you may; Be sure it will requite your cost, For look what is past the King will pay. But when he came to Windsor Castle, With his humble staff on his back. Altho the Gates wide open stood, He laid laid on them till he made them crack, Why stay, pray friend art mad? quoth the Porter What makes thee keep this stir today? Why I am a Tenant of the Kings, Who have a message to him to say; The King has Men enough ssid the Porter. Your Message well that they can say; Why there is neer a knave that the king doth keep Shall ken my secret mind to-day. I were told eer I came from home, Eer I got hither it would be dear bought; Let me in, Ilse give thee a single penny, I see thou ha small eer thou do it for nought, Gramercy, said the Porter then, Thy reward is so great I cannot say nay. Yonders a Nobleman within the Court, Ill first hear wbat he will say. When the Porter came to the Nobleman, He said he would shew him pretty sport; Theres sike a Clown came to the Gate, As came not these seven years to the Court. He calls all Knaves the King doth keep, He raps at the Gate and makes a great din: Hes passing liberal of Reward. Hed give a good single Penny to be let in. Let him in then said the Nobleman, Come in Fellow the Porter did say, If thou come within thyself he said Thy Staff behind the Gate must stay, And this Cuckolds Cur may lig behind, What a Devil what a Cur thou hast got with thee The King will take him up for his own self, Ise warrant when he does him see. Beshrew thy Limbs, then said the poor man, Thou may count me Fool or worse, I wot not what Bankrupt lies by the King, For want of Money may pick my Purse. Let him in with his staff and his dog said the lord, He gave a nod withs head and bow withs knee If you be sir King then said the poor man, As I can very well think you be. For I was told eer I came from home, Youre the goodliest man that eer I saw before, With so many Jingle Jangles about ones neck, As is about yours I neer saw none. I am not the King said the Nobleman, Fellow, though I have a proud Coat; If you bent the King help me to the speech of him You seem a good Fellow, Ise give thee a Groat. Gramercy said the Nobleman, Thy reward is so great I cant say nay; Ill know the Kings pleasure if I can, Till I come again be sure you stay. Heres sike a staying said the poor man, Belike the Kings better then any in our country I might ha gone to the farthest nuke o the house Neither Lad nor Lass to trouble me.
When the Nobleman came to the King, He said he would shew his Grace good sport; Heres such a Clown came to the Gate, As came not these seven years to the Court. He calls all Knaves your Highness does keep, And more than that he tells them worse; Hell not come in without his Staff and his Dog, For fear some Bankrupt should pick his purse. Let him said the King with his Staff and Dog, That of his sport we may see some; Well see how hell handle every point, As soon as our match of Bowls is done. The Nobleman led him thro many a Room, And through many a Gallery gay: What a deil doth the King with so many houses That he gets them not filld with Corn and Hay. At last they spyed the King in a Garden, Yet from his Game he did not start; The Day was so hot he cast off his Doublet, He had nothing from his Waste but his Shirt. Lo yonders the King said the Nobleman, Behold Fellow, lo yonder he goes; I believe hes some Unthrift said the poor Man; That has lost his Money and pawnd his Cloaths But when he came before the King, The Nobleman made his courtisie, The poor Man followed after him, Gave a Nod with his Head and a bend with his knee If you be the Sir King then said the poor Man, As I can hardly think you be, He is a good Fellow that brought me hither, More likely to be a King than thee I am the King his Grace now said, Fellow let me thy case understand; If you be Sir King, Im a Tenant of yours, That was born and brought up in your own Land. There dwells a Lawyer hard by me, And a fault with my Lease he said he had found, And all was for felling of five poor Ashes, To build an House upon your own Ground. Has thou a Lease here said our King, Or canst thou show to me this deed, He gave it into the Kings own hand, And said Sir, here it is if you can read. Lets see the Lease, then said our King, Then from his black Box he pulld it out; He gave it into the Kings own hand, With four or five Knots tyd fast in a Clout. Well never unloose these knots, said the King, He gave it to one that behind him did stay. It is a proud Horse then said the poor Man, Will not bear his own Provinder along the highway. Pay me forty shillings as Ise pay you, I will not think much to unlose a Knot; Would I were so occupied ever day, I would unlose a score of them for a Groat. When the King had gotten these Letters read, And found the truth was very so; I warrant thee thou hast not forfeit thy Lease, If thou had felld five Ashes mo; Ay every one can warrant me, But all their warrants are not worth a Flea; For he that troubles me and will not let me go, Neither cares for Warrants of me nor you. Thoust have an Injunction said our King, From troubling you he will cease; Hell either show the good cause why, Or else hell let thee live in peace. What is that Injunction said the poor Man, Good Sir to me I pray you say; Why it is a Letter Ill cause to be written, But art thou so simple as thou shewst to-day?
Why if it be a Letter, Im never the better, Keep it to thy self and trouble not me: I could have had a Letter written cheaper at home, And neer come out of my own Country Thoust have an Attachment said our King, Charge all that thou seest to take thy part: Till he pay thee a hundred Pound, Before thou never let him start. If any seem against thee to stand Be sure thou come hither straightway, Ay marry is that all ise get for my labour, Then I may come trotting every day. Thou art hard of belief than said our King, To please him with Letters he was willing, I see you have taken great pains in writing, With all my Heart ise give thee a shilling. Ill have none of thy Shilling than said our King, Man with thy Money, God give thee win He threw it unto the Kings Bosom, The Money lay cold unto his Skin. Beshrew thy Heart then said our King, Thou art a Carle something too bold; Dost thou not see I am hot with bowling; And the Money next my Skin is cold. I neer wist that before said the poor Man, Before sick time as I came hither; If the Lawyers in our Country thought it so, They would not heap up so much together. The King calld up his Treasurer, And bad him fetch him twenty Pound, If ever thy Errand ly hereaway, Ill bear thy Charges up and down. When the poor Man saw the Gold down tenderd, For to receive it he was willing; If I had thought the King had so much Gold, Beshrew my Heart I had kept my Shilling. The poor Man got him home the next Sunday, The Lawyer soon did him espy; O Sir, youve been a Stranger long, I think from me you have kept you by. It was for you indeed, said the poor Man, The Matter to the King as I have tell; I did as my Neighbours put into my Head. And made a Submission to him myself. What a deil dost thou | with the King, said the Lawyer, Could not Neighbours and Friends agree thee and me; The deil a Neighbour nor Friend that I had, That would have been such a Days-man as he. He gin this to me but I know not how they callt But if the Kings word be true to me, When you have read and perused it over, I hope youll leave and let me be. He has gin this to me but I know not what tis But I charge you all to hold him fast; Till he pay me a hundred Pound, I will go and tie him fast to a Post. Mary God forbid the Lawyer he said, Then th Attachment was read before them there; Thou must needs something credit me, Till I go home and fetch some more. Credit, nay thats it the King forbad. He bad if I got thee, I should thee stay. The Lawyer he paid him an hundred Pound, In ready Money before he went away. Would every Lawyer were served thus, From troubling poor Men they would cease; Theyd either shew them good cause why, Or else theyd let them live in peace. And thus I end my merry Song. Which shews the poor mans simpleness, And the Kings great mercy in righting wrongs, And the Lawyers fraud and wickedness.
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