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T44329 ONCE I read a noble volume, / Or a history book, some call em, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 289763 The PRINCELY LOVERS Garland The PRINCELY LOVERS Garland The PRINCELY LOVERS' Garland 1750-1750

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ONCE I read a noble volume, Or a history book, some call em, Of two lovers true indeed, None for love could them exceed. It is of a kings fair daughter, (pray now mark what follows after) And a noble prince of fame; To her fathers court he came. Where he soon observd her beauty. Now, quoth he, it is my duty For to woo both day and night, Since thy charming beauty bright Has my heart so deely wounded, That my senses are confounded. Yet to her I dare not speak, Because her father is so great. No, no, no, I dare not venture, Or into her presence enter. Fearing of her fathers rage. Would I were her serving-page. Then should I observe my duty, Still admiring her beauty; Which doth glance from her fair eyes, As the morning-star doth rise. In the private garden walking, He thus to himself was talking, From her window she did him spy, Then on the prince she cast an eye. Where young Cupid soon did hover Round about this princely lover, With his conquering bended bow, She was wounded with love also, This young princess had a brother, Who her love did soon discover. Where he soon declard the same Thist noble knight of fame.
This young knight, and did enquire Of his noble birth and fame? None could tell from whence he came. Tho he was both son and heir To a king and queen so fair, Yet het he never understood, He was born of royal blood. And for that very same reason, It was counted as high treason For to court this princely dame, Where he sufferd for the same. Her father hearing of the story, Now, quoth he, Ill blast the glory. How dare he this thing presume? Nought but death shall be his doom. Since it lies within my power, Instead of love Ill him devour. Him by these hungry lions jaws, And with his body fill their maws. To my daughter youd be marryd, To a den you shall be carryd; Where instead of bridegrooms bed, Lions shall your hearts blood shed. YET these lions had no power His poor carcase to devour. Which from them he understood He was born of noble blood. Then came down the lions keeper, For to cleanse the den, and sweep her, Where this noble knight got hold Of this keeper, stout and bold. Where he made him for to swear That he never would declare, For his life, to any one, But that the lions had pickd his bone. Now within a short time after, He wrote to the kings fair daughter,
That he was alive and well, Living in a lonesome cell. The young princess told her brother, He with joy then soon went thither, Where they soon contrivd, we hear, To steal her from her father dear. Then a ship was soon made ready, To convey this princely lady. But now comes a great surprize, Violent storms did soon arise. Where the ships was tore and shatterd, And these loyal lovers scatterd From each other, as we hear, Fortune proving so severe. On a plank then swam her brother, And the princess on another. Where in short time we understand They were drove unto the land. The poor knight in his condition Was taken up by one a fishing. To the land he was conveyd, And to the king he was betrayd. Tho you was preservd from lions, You shall now be bound in irons, Where you shall resign your breath, In a dungeon starvd to death. He being thus confind in fetters, To the jailor he sends letters, To speak with him speedily, He being sick and like to die. Then the jailor he did enter, Now, quoth he, pray jailor venture From these irons set me free. Store of gold Ill give to thee. And being greedy of the treasure. Soon he freed him with great pleasure. Being from the irons freed.
He the jailor killd with speed. Once more he his freedom gained, And his liberty obtained, Yet his heart was filled with woe, That he must from his princess go. TRavelling with grief and sorrow, To the court of Bohemia, From that court he understood He was born of noble blood. Being at a great collation, Strait appeard an apparition At the table where he dind, With a flaming torch, we find. Most gracious king and queen so royal, Thats your son, make no denial. Ever since the rebellion, He has been missing so long. Im his nurse, who was disloyal. To murder that young prince so royal. My knife was three times at his throat, To let his royal blood run out. Yet I having not the power, Into the woods with him did scower, Where three years I did maintain The royal prince, till I was slain. As [th]e child and I were walking, To the young prince, I was talking, Came a lion from the wood, Nursd the child, and suckd my blood. When she had the same revealed Which long time had been concealed, Then she vanishd clear away, And left them all surprizd that day. Now this frightful apparition Brought good news unto the nation, Tongue nor pen cannot express The nations joys the prince possess Now well leave his in this nation To relate the great vexation Of that tyrant king once more, Of whom we rehearsd before. He with royal passion fretted, When to him it was related, That the knight was dead and gone, And the jailor dead was found. With revenge said to his daughter, In great spightful smiles and laughter, Madam, you would fain be wed, Go and take your love thats dead. You shall not have your desire, I his corps will burn with fire. The great princess in distress Ran unto the mournful hearse. At the hearse she met her brother With a dagger; she had another. Come, dear brother, she did cry, Since hes dead let us two die. Cruel father, prince of tyrants, You would fain destroy with lions;
But his royal, blood you see Savd him from that tyranny. Since you are to me so cruel, His dead corps to burn with fuel. With my tears Im him embalm, And then burn within his arms. Strait the princess with her brother, Did the mournful hearse uncover, Where unto their joy they found The jailor corps; the prince was gone. Said the princess with discretion I will travel from the nation, For to find my dearest dear. Father, you are too severe. Strait she dressd in mans attire, Thro strange nations did enquire After this brave knight of fame. To his court at length she came. For a service she enquired. Her sweet charms the prince admired, Come, sweet youth, the prince he said, You shall by my waiting-page. A-Hunting went the prince soon after, With his nobles, full of laughter. In the middle of the sport, The prince left the royal court, The prince with his page did wander, Till at lenght he spyd a farmer. In one bed the royal pair Forced to take their lodging were. The royal prince was discontented, In the night he thus lamented: Oh! my royal love, said he, I wish you was along with me. Said the page, Dear lord and master, Dont lament your sad disaster. Her dear picture you shall see; For I have it here with me. I mean at your palace royal. The next day without denial, Returning thanks, they passd away To the court, without delay. For her picture long he waited. Tarrying long, at length he fretted. Strait he went, in a great rage, For to seek his servant-page. The young princess being ready, There was no page, but a lady. Oh! great princess most divine. Lovely picture, thou art mine. With great joy beyond expressing, Were this royal pair possessing. The great day appointed were For to join this happy pair. News was carryd to her father; That they both were joind together Tho you held him once in scorn, He is ace, borrinp royal sir, n.