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R220258 1 Flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fame IN Elder time there as of Yore, / when guides of churlish glee, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 332 The Shepherd and the King, and of Gillian the Shepherds Wife, with her churlish Answer. / Being full of Mirth and Pastime. The Shepherd and the King, and of Gillian the Shepherds Wife, with her churlish Answer. Being full of Mirth and Pastime. The Shepherd and the King, and of Gillian the Shepherd's Wife, with her churlish Answer. Being full of Mirth and Pastime. Printer A.M. 1686-1686 A.M.

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IN Elder time there as of Yore, when guides of churlish glee, Were usd among our Country Carls, though no such thing now be; The which King Alfred liking well, forsook his stately Court, And in disguise unknown went forth, to see that jovial sport, Now Dick and Tom in clouted shoon, and Coats of Russet gray, Estamd themselves more brave than them that went in Golden Ray; In garments fit for such a life, the good King Alfred went, All raggd and torn as from his back the beggar his Cloaths had wrent. A Sword and Buckler good and strong, to give Jack Sauce a wrap, And on his head instead of a Crown, he wore a Monmouth Cap. Thus coasting thorow Somersetshire, near Newton Court he met, A Shepherd Swain of lusty limb, that up and down did jet: He wore a Bonnet of good gray, close buttond to his chin, And at his back a leather Scrip, with much good Meat therein. God speed good Shepherd, quoth the King I come to be thy Guest, To taste of thy good Victuals here, and drink thats of the best: Thy Scrip I know hath cheer good store. what then the Shepherd said? Thou seemest to be some sturdy thief, and makst me sore afraid. Yet if thou wilt thy Dinner win the Sword and Buckler take, And if thou canst into my Scrip therewith an entrance make, I tell thee Roister it hath store of Beef and Bacon fat, With shieves of barly bread to make thy Chaps to water at: Here stands my battle, here my bag, if thou canst win them Roister,
Against the Sword and Buckler here my Sheephook is my master. Benedicite now quoth our good King, it never shall be said, That Alfred of the Shepherds hook will stand a whit afraid: So soundly thus they both fell tot, and giving bang for bang, At every blow the Shepherd gave King Alfreds Sword cryd twang. His Buckler provd his chiefest fence for still the Shepherds hook, Was that the which King Alfred could in no good manner brook: At last when they had fought four hours, and it grew just mid-day, And wearied, both with right good will desired each others stay. King, truce I cry, quoth Alfred then, good Shepherd hold thy hand, A sturdier fellow than thy self lives not within the land. Nor a lustier Roister than thou art, the churlish Shepherd said, To tell thee plain thy thievish looks, now makes my heart afraid; Else sure thou art some Prodigal which hast consumd thy store, And now camest wandring in this place to Rob and Steal for more: Deem not of me then quoth our King good Shepherd in this sort, A Gentleman well known I am in good King Alfreds Court. The Devil thou art, the Shepherd said, thou goest in Rags all torn, Thou rather seemst I think to be some beggar basely born; But if thou wilt mend thy estate, and here a Shepherd be, At night to Gillian my sweet wife thou shalt go home with me. For shes as good a toothless dame as mumbleth on brown bread, Where thou shalt lie in hurden sheets, upon a fresh straw bed.
Of whig and whey we have good store and keep good Pease-straw fires, And now and then good Barly Cakes as better Days requires. But for my master which is chief, and Lord of Newton Court, He keeps I say, his Shepherd Swains in far more braver sort; We there have curds & clouted cream of red Cows morning milk, And now and then fine butterd cakes as soft as any Silk. Of Beef and reised Bacon store that is most fat and greasie. We have likewise to feed our chaps, and make them glib and easie. Thus if thou wilt my man become, this usage thou shalt have, If not adieu go hang thyself, and so farewel Sir Knave. King Alfred hearing of this glee, the churlish Shepherd said, Was well content to be his man, so they a bargain made. A Penny round the shepherd gave, in earnest of this match, To keep his Sheep in field and fold as Shepherds use to watch. His wages shall be full ten groats for service of a year, Yet was it not his use old Lad to hire a man so dear. For did the King himself, quoth he, unto my Cottage come, He should not for a 12 months pay receive a greater sum. Hereaet the bonny King grew blith to hear the Clownish jest, Now silly Sots, as Custom is, do discant at the best. but not to spoil the foolish sport he was content good King, To fit the Shepherds humour right in every kind of thing, A Sheep-hook then, with Patch his dog, and Tar-box by his side,
HE with his Master jig by jowl, unto old Gillian hyd, into whole sight no sooner came, whom have you here, quoth she, A fellow I doubt will cut our throats, so like a Knave looks he. Not so, old dame, quod Alfred straight, of me you need not fear, My Master hired me for ten groats to serve you one whole Year: So good dame Gillian grant me leave within your house to stay, For by St. Anne do what you can, I will not yet away. Her churlish usage pleasd him still, put him to such proof, That he at night was almost choakt, within that smoaky Roof: but as he sat with smiling cheer, the event of all to see, His Dame brought forth a piece of dow which in the Fire throws she; Where lying on the Harth to bake, by chance the Cake did burn, What canst thou not, thou lout, (quod she) take pains the same to turn: Thou art more quick to take it out, and eat it up half dow, Than thus to stay tillt be enough, and so thy manners show. But serve me such another trick, ill thwack thee on the snout, Which made the patient King, good man of her to stand in doubt. But to be brief to bed they went, the good old man and his wife, But never such a Lodging had King Alfred in his life: For he was laid in white Sheeps wool, new pulld from tanned fells, And oer his head hangd spiders webs as if they had been bells, Is this the Country guise, thought he, then here I will not stay, But hence be gone, as soon as breaks the peeping of next day. The cackling Hens & Geese kept roost, and pearched at his side, where at the last the watchful Cock, made known the morning tide; Then up got Alfred with his horn, and blew so long a blast, That made Gillian and her Groom in bed full sore aghast. Arise, quod she, we are undone, this night we lodged have; At unawares within our house, a false dissembling Knave; Rise Husband, rise, hell cut our throats he calleth for his Mates, Id give, old will, our good Cade Lamb, he would depart our gates.
But still King Alfred blew his horn before t[h]em more and more, Till that a hundred Lords and Knights, all lighted at the door: who cryd, all hail, all hail, good King, long have we sought your Grace. And here you find (my merry men all) your Soveraign in this place. We surely must be hangd up both, old Gillian I much fear, The Shepherd said for using thus our good King Alfred here: O pardon, my Liege, quod Gillian then, for my Husband and for me, by these ten bones I never thought the same that now I see; And by my hook, the Shepherd said, an Oath both good and true, before this time, O noble King, I never your Highness knew. Then pardon me, and my old wife, that we may after say, when first you came into our house, it was a happy day. it shall be done, said Alfred straight. and Gillian my Old Dame, For this thy churlish using me, deserveth not much blame; For this thy Country guise I see to be thus bluntish still, And where the plainest meaning is, remains the smallest ill. And Master loe I tell thee now, for thy low manhood shown, A thousand wethers ile bestow upon thee for thy own. And pasture ground as much as will suffice to feed them all, And this thy Cottage I will change into a stately Hall. As for the same as duty binds, the Shepherd said, good King, A milk white Lamb once every year, ile to your Highness bring: And Gillian my wife likewise, of wool to make you Coats, will give you as much at New-years-tide as shall be worth ten groats, And in your praise my bagpipes shall sound sweetly once a year, How Alfred our renowned King most kindly hath been here. Thanks shepherd, thanks, quod he again, the next time I come hither, My Lords with me here in this house will all be merry together.
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