%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Royall Subjects Warning-piece to all Traytors / You Traytors all both great and small, I wish you to beware. / In time repent, and be content, for you must all to Hide-Park-Fair. / There is Hemp'n toyes for you brave boyes, which murdered Charles the first, / The Hangman he your guide must be, for th[it]her go you must, R., T. 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 31917

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R182339 1 Come hith my own sweet Duck Come Hither, My Own Sweet Duck; Hey, Ho, My Honey Come Hither My Own Sweet Duck OLd England now rejoyce, / thy sorrows all are past; YOur Anabaptists head / no comfort can you bring, King Charles must now be Crownd. [with variation] King Charles must wear his Crown. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 310 The Royall Subjects Warning-piece to all Traytors / You Traytors all both great and small, I wish you to beware. / In time repent, and be content, for you must all to Hide-Park-Fair. / There is Hemp'n toyes for you brave boyes, which murdered Charles the first, / The Hangman he your guide must be, for th[it]her go you must, The Royall Subjects Warning-piece to all Traytors You Traytors all both great and small, I wish you to beware. In time repent, and be content, for you must all to Hide-Park-Fair. There is Hemp'n toyes for you brave boyes, which murdered Charles the first, The Hangman he your guide must be, for th[it]her go you must, The Royal Subjects Warning piece to all Traitors You Traitors all both great and small, I wish you to beware. In time repent, and be content, for you must all to Hyde Park Fair. There is Hempen toys for you brave boys, which murdered Charles the first, The Hangman he your guide must be, for thither go you must, R., T. 1660-1660

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OLd England now rejoyce, thy sorrows all are past; Tryumph with heart and voice, good news is come at last. These that long time did mourn, come and rejoyce with me I scorn my Coat to turn, but faithfull I will be. Heavens blesse our Generall. which hath our sorrows drownd, Pray for him great and small, King Charles must now be Crownd. This is good news indeed for every honest man; The Law will now proceed Traitors do what you can, Your glasse is almost run your time is almost spent, You must to Squire Dun except you soon repent. [?] for King Charles right, brave Lords of high Renown His C[?]alry wil fight, [Kin]g Charles must wear his Crown.
You that did once bare sway and kept us all at under, Now is your reckoning day; good Subjects you did plunder, Those that did firmly stand for Charles of high renown You banished the Land, and chast them up and down,; Then Traitors all repent, in City and in town, Your time is almost spent, King Charles must wear, etc. What answer can you make either to God or man, What course now can you take do all the best you can: For murdering of your King, the Law will now proceed, Beware a hempen string, no better can you speed. Then traytors all repent in City and in Town, Your time is almost spent, King Charles. etc.
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YOur Anabaptists head no comfort can you bring, Alack he is almost dead, for treason against the King Himself must answer make, for what is done and past He can no way forsake Squire Dun I fear at last. then traitors all repent in City and in town, Your time is almost spent. King Charles. etc, Come Harrison thou art the man, I and John Oakey thy brother, For treason against the King, there scarce is two such other; tha one a Butchers son, the other a poor Dray-man, You must to Squire Dun do all the best you can. You traitors all repent in City and in town, Your time is almost spent, King Charles, etc. Alack blind Hewson now, where is thy Laste and Awl, It had been better for thee to have kept in thy stall; For Judging of the King a rebellious horrid deed, Beware of a Hempen string no better thou can speed. And for killing poor prentice boys for playing at the foot-ball, Squire Dun has hempen toyes for sure will serve you all. Bold Arthur Hasterigge Newcastle doth thee curse For raising of their Coals four shillings a Chauldron just; Nay this is the worst of all, for Judging of the King As thou sate in White-hall, beware of an Hempen string. Repent you traitors all in City and in town, Justice doth on you call, King Charles will pull you down.
You now may curse the day that ever you did know Bold Oliver I say, that traitor, Englands Foe: He being a Brewers Son you liquored well your throat, the Commenty you have undone Yet now beware a Rope for climbing up so high You are sure to have a fall. the innocent blood doth cry Down with these Rebells all. When you had murdered the King you banished his Wife, And all the Royall Off-spring you fought to take their life; All that true Subjects were you did them traitors call. You must to Hide-Park-Fair, Squire Dun invites you all. then traitors all look toot, the Rump cannot you save, the Gallows will claim her due use all the skill you have. Concluding thus I cry God save our gracious King From bloody tyranny, and all the Royall Off-spring, Lord blesse the Duke of York, brave Generall Monck also, He is a Noble Spark against King Charles his foe. then traitors all repent, mark we well what here is said. Your time is almost spent alack you are all betraid.
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