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B04293
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The last newes from France. Being a true relation of the escape of the King of Scots from Worcester to London, and from London to France ... The tune is, When the king enjoyes his own again.
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1647-1665?
(1665)
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Wing L491A; ESTC R179656
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The last Newes from France Being a true Relation of the escape of the King of Scots from Worcester to London and from London to France who was conveyed away by a young Gentleman in womans apparrell The King of Scots attending on this supposed Gentlewoman in manner of a Servingman The tune is When the King enjoyes his own again ALL you that do desire to know what is become of the King of Scots I unto you will truly show after the fight of the Northern Rats T was I did convey His Highnesse away And from al dangers set him free In womans attire As reason did require And the King himself did wait on me He of me a service did crave and offer-times to me stood bear In womans apparrel he was most brave and on his chin he had no hare Where ever I came My spéeches did frame So well my Waiting-man to frée The like was never know I think by any one For the King c. My Waiting man a I well had Which I for want oâ— Mony sold Because my Fortune was so bad wée turn'd our Iewâ—ll into Gold A good shift indéed In time of our need Then glad was I and glad was be Dur cause it did advance Untill wee came to France And the King c. Wee walked through Westminster-hall where Law and Iustice doth take place Dur grief was great our comfort small wee lookt grim death all in the face I looked round about And made no other doubt But I and my man should taken be The people little knew As I may tell to you That the King himself did wait on me FRom thence we went to the fatall place where his Father lost his life And there my man did weep apace and sorrow with him then was life I bid him peace Let sorrow cease For fear that we should taken be The gallants is in Whâ—teahll Did little know at all That the King himself did wait on me The King he was my Servingman and thus the plot we did contrive I went by the name of Mistresse Ann when we took water at Queen hive A boat there we took And London forsook And now in France arrived are we We got away by stealth And the King is in good health And he shall no longer wait on me The King of Denmarks dead they say then Charls is like to rule the Land In France he will no longer stay as I do rightly understand That Land is his due If they be but true And he wiâ—h them do well agree I heard a Bird sing If he be once their King my man will then my Master be Now heaven grant them better successe with their young King then England had Free from warr and from distresse their Fortune may not be so bad Since the case thus stands Let neighbouring Lands Lay down their arms and at quiet be But as for my part I 'm glad withall my heart That my man must now my Master be And thus I have declar'd to you by whaâ— means wee escâ—p'd away Now wee bid our cares adiew though the King did loose the day To him I was true And that well he knew T is God that must his comfort be else all our policy had bin but foolery For the King no longer waits on me Printed for W. Gilbertson