%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Royall Oak: / OR, / The wonderfull travells, miraculous escapes, strange accidents of / his sacred Majesty King Charles the Second. / How from Worcester fight by a good hap, Our Royall King made an escape; / How his dis-rob'd himself of things that precious were, / And with a knife cut off his curled hair; / How a hollow Oak his palace was as then, And how King Charles became a serving-man University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1660-1660 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/12/2012 31915

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R186100 1 in my freedom is all my Joy I Am a Poor and Harmless Maid In My Freedom Is All My Joy COme friends and unto me draw near / A sorrowfull dity you shall hear, ANd relates King Charles his miseries, / Which forces tears from tender eyes; whom God in mercy would not destroy [with variation] whom God in mercy would not destroy. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 308 The Royall Oak: / OR, / The wonderfull travells, miraculous escapes, strange accidents of / his sacred Majesty King Charles the Second. / How from Worcester fight by a good hap, Our Royall King made an escape; / How his dis-rob'd himself of things that precious were, / And with a knife cut off his curled hair; / How a hollow Oak his palace was as then, And how King Charles became a serving-man The Royall Oak: OR, The wonderfull travells, miraculous escapes, strange accidents of his sacred Majesty King Charles the Second. How from Worcester fight by a good hap, Our Royall King made an escape; How his dis-rob'd himself of things that precious were, And with a knife cut off his curled hair; How a hollow Oak his palace was as then, And how King Charles became a serving-man The Royal Oak: OR, The wonderful travels, miraculous escapes, strange accidents of his sacred Majesty King Charles the Second. How from Worcester fight by a good hap, Our Royal King made an escape; How his disrobed himself of things that precious were, And with a knife cut off his curled hair; How a hollow Oak his palace was as then, And how King Charles became a serving-man 1660-1660 Charles Tyus

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COme friends and unto me draw near A sorrowfull dity you shall hear, You that deny your lawfull Prince Let Conscience now your faults convince, And now in love and not in fear, Now let his presence be your joy, whom God in mercy would not destroy The relation that here I bring Concerning Charles our Royall King, Through what dangers he hath past And is proclaimed King at last; The Princes sorrows we will sing Which the fates sorely did anoy and God in mercy would not destroy. After Worcester most fatall fight When that King Charles was put to flight, When many men their lives laid down To bring thesr Soveraign to the Crown, The which was a most glorious sight; Great was his Majesties convoy whom God in mercy would not destroy. In Worcester battle fierce and hot, His horse twice under him was shot, And by a wise and prudent thrift To save his life was forcd to shift, Without difficulty it was not: Providence did him safely convoy whom God in mercy would not destroy.
And being full of discontents Stript off his Princely Ornaments, Thus full of troubles and of cares, A knife cut off his curled hairs, Whereby the hunters he prevents: God did in mercy him convoy So that they could not him destroy. A chain of gold he gave away Worth three hundred pounds that day, In this disguise by honest thrift Command all for themselves to shift, With one friend both night and day: Poor Prince alone to Gods convoy His foes they could not him destroy. These two wandred into a Wood Where a hollow Oak there stood, And for his precious lives dear sake Did of that Oak his palace make, His friend towards night provided food, So their precious lives the did enjoy whom God in mercy would not destroy Lord Willmot most valiant and stout, He was pursued by the Rout, Was hid in a fiery kiln of Mault And so escaped the Souldiers assault, Which searched all the house about, Not dreaming the kiln was his convoy which God in mercy would not destroy.
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ANd relates King Charles his miseries, Which forced tears from tender eyes; Mistrisse Lane entreats him earnestly, For to find out his Majesty, And him to save she would devise, Unto her house they him convoy, Whom God, etc. King Charles a livery Cloak wore than, And became a Servingman, And Westward rode towards the Sea, Intended transported to be, And Mistrisse Lane now please he can, Which was the Kings safest convoy, Whom God, etc. An accident of great renown, As they were for to ride throw a Town, A Troop of Horse stood crosse the street; Then jealousie the King did greet, And Fortune seemd on him to frown, He thought the Fates would him annoy, Whom God in mercy, etc. The Captain commanded his men, To th Right and Left to open then, For harmlesse Travellers he them did take And an intervail for them did make, And so they passed on again Unto King Charless no small joy. Whom God, etc.
His Mistresse coming to her In Left William her man in the Kitchin; The Cook maid askt where he was born, And what Trade that he did learn: To frame his excuse he did begin, Thus his sorrow was turnd to joy, Whom God, etc. To answer mild he thus begun, At Brumigam a Nailers son: Then said the maid the Jack stands still, Pray wind it up if that you will, Which he did, suspition to shun, And somewhat did the same annoy, Yet did not the same quite destroy. As those that were by do say He went about it the wrong way, Which angred the Maid the same to see, She calld him a clownish Boobee In all my life that ever I saw; Her railing causd him laugh for joy. Whom God, etc. After many weeks in jeopardy, He was wafted into Normandy, The God of Heaven for his person card, The Ship-Master had a great reward. Thus the good Prince from hence did flye, To suffer hardship he was not coy. Which now will be this nations joy.
FINIS. J..W. London, Printed for Charles Tyus on London-Bridge.