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T206159 A Worthy lord, of vast estate. / Who did in Durham dwell of late. THIS child did take his learning so. / If you he truth of this would know, HE went by chance as I heard say, / Unto the house that very day, THE day was fix'd, and being come. / Said he, O Lord! it was my doom, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1369 The DURHAM Garland. / In FOUR PARTS. The DURHAM Garland. In FOUR PARTS. ?-?

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A Worthy lord, of vast estate. Who did in Durham dwell of late. Bu[t] I will not declare his name, By reason of his birth and fame. But if you the truth would know, This lord he would a hunting go. He had indeed a noble train Of lords and knight and gentlemen. Unto fam'd Yorkshire he would ride, With all his gallants by his side. In hunting pass'd the time away; But being weary, as they say. His lordship lost his noble train Of lords and knights, and gentlemen, And hearing not the horns to blow, He could not tell which way to go. But he did wander to and fro', Being weary, likewise full of woe. At last dame Fortune was so kind That he the keeper's house did find. He went and knocked at the gate, And tho' it was so very late. The forester he let him in. And kindly entertained him But in the middle of the night, When as the stars did shine so bright, The lord was in a sad surprize, Being waked with a dismal noise. Then did he arise and call with speed, To know the reason then indeed. Of all that shrieking and that noise, Which did so much his soul surprize, I'm sorry, sir, the keeper said, That you should be so much afraid:
But I hope that all will soon be well, My wife is into labour fell. This noble lord was learn'd and wise. And knew the planets of the skies. He saw an evil planet reign, So call'd the forester again. And gave him then to understand, He'd have the midwife hold her hand. But he was answer'd by the maid, Her mistress was delivered. At one o'clock that very morn, A lovely infant there was born. He was indeed a pretty boy, Which gave his parents mickle joy. This lord was gen'rous, kind and free, And proffer'd godfather to be. This good man thank'd him heartily, For his good will and courtesy. A parson was call'd for with speed, For to christen the child indeed. And after, as I do hear say, In joy and mirth they spent the day. This noble lord did presents gave, And all the servants did receive. They beg'd God would encrease his store, For they had ne'er so much before. And likewise to the child he gave A noble present and a brave, It was a charming cabinet, That was with pearls and rubies set. Within it was a cabinet of gold, Your eyes would dazzle to behold; A richer gift, as I may say, Has not been seen this many a day.
He charg'd his father faithfully, That he himself should keep the key. Until the child could write and read, And then to give it him indeed. Pray do not open it at all, Whatever does to you befel. For it may do my god son good, If it be rightly understood, The second part I will unfold. As true as ever a tale was told; Concerning of this lovely child, Who was obedient, sweet, and mild.
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THIS child did take his learning so. If you [t]he truth of this would know, At eleven years of age indeed He could both greek and latin read. But thinking of his cabinet, Which was with pearls and jewhls set, He ask'd his father for the key, The which he gave him speedily. His cabinet he did unlock, But he was in amazements struck When he the riches did behold, And also saw the chain of gold. But searching farther he did find A paper that disturb'd his mind; Which was w[i]thin the cabinet, Ih greek and latin it was writ. My son, serve God that is so high, And pray to him incessantly: Obey your parents, serve the king, That nothing may your conscience sting. For seven years hence your fate will be To be hanged upon a tree: So pray to God both night and dsy To let that hour pass away. When he these ruefull lines had read. He with a sigh did say Indeed If hanging be my destiny, My parents shall not see me die, For I will wander to and fro', And go wither I do not know. But first I'll ask my parents leave, In view their blessings to receive, Then locking up the cabinet, He went unto his chamber strait; And went unto his parents dear, Beseeching them with many a tear, That they would grant what he did crave: Your blessing first I beg to have. And hope you'll let me go my way, 'Twill do me good another day. For I indeed have made a vow, But most not tell the reason now. But if I live I will return When seven years are past and gone.
Both man and wife did then reply, We fear, dear son, that thou wilt die; If we should yield to let you go. Our aged hearts will burst [wit]h woe, Yet he entreated eagerly, So that they were forc'd to comply, And gave [cons]ent [that] he should go; But where, alas! they did not know. In the thi[r]d part you soon shall find That fortune to him was most kind; For after many dangers past, He came to Durham at the last.
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HE went by chance as I heard say, Unto the house that very day, Whereat his god-father did dwell, Now mind what fortune him befel, This youth did crave a service there, And strait come out his god-father, And seeing him a handsome youth, He took him for his page in truth. In this same place he pleas'd so well, That above all he bore the bell, And he so well his lord did please, He made him higher by degrees, He made him butler indeed, And then chief steward with speed, Which made the other servants spite, And envy him both bay and night. He ne'er was false in all his trust, But proved ever true and just; And to the Lord did hourly pray To guard him still hoth night and day, In this same place it doth appear, He liv'd the space of seven year, And his parents he thought upon, And of his promise to return. Then humbly of his lord did crave, That he his free consent might have For to go and see his parents dear, W[h]om he had not seen for m[a]ny a year. So having leave away he went, No dreaming of the base intent, Which was contriv'd against him then, By wicked, false, malicious men. Who had in his portmanteau put Their noble lord's fine golden cup; And when the lord at dinner was, He miss'd the cup as it came to pass. Where should it be, the lord did say; We had it here but yesterday. The butler then reply'd with speed, If you will know the truth indeed; Your faithful steward that is gone, With feather'd nest away is flown; I do believe he has that and more, Which does belong unto your store.
No, said the lord, that cannot be, For I have try'd his honesty. Then, said the cook, my lord, I'll die Upon a tree that's nine feet high. But hearing what this man did say, Did send a messenger that day. To take him with a hue and cry. And bring him back immediately. They search'd his portmanteau indeed. In which they found the cup with speed. Then he was struck with sad surprize, And scarcely could believe his eyes. The lord then said unto him strait, You shall be hang'd before my gate. Because in you I put my trust, And I took you for nought but just.
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THE day was fix'd, and being come. Said he, O Lord! it was my doom, Tho' innocent I do declare How my lord's cup came to be there. What fate decrees none can deny. I was adjudged thus to die Upon a fatal gallows tree. Which my god-father did foresee. In traveiling pains my mother was, Into the world I came at last, A gentleman with skill did show Such death I now am coming to; A chain and cabinet he gave Unto my father, which I have; The manuscript that was therein, Did show me plain I should be hang'd, So the lord hearing him say so, It come into his mind then to Keep him from off the gallows high, For I think this man is not guilty. Something I doubt there is in this. Methinks it is but meer malice. Of the cook and the butler too. And if so I'll make them rue, The cause he tries a second time, And found them guilty of the crime. They were adjudg'd to be hang'd strait: Indeed they did deserve their fate. The lord he took him, and did say, Have you that cabinet I pray? Yes, noble lord, this is the same Was left me, with this very chain. My daughter is a virgin bright, You shall have her this very night; Wherefore now take delight in her, 'Tis I who am your god-father. Here's twenty thousand pounds in gold, And when I'm dead it shall be told You shall enjoy my whole estate, For to make you both rich and great.
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