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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
land_n	good_a	lease_n	rent_n	1,458	5	9.8141	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04896	The King & northern-man, shewing how a poor Northumberland-man (tennant to the King) being wronged by a lawyer (his neighbour), went to the King himself to make known his grievance. To the tune of, Slut.	M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?	1695 (1695)	Wing P439; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[174]	4,759	2

The King Northern-man Shewing how a poor Northumberland-Man Tennant to the King being wronged by a Lawyer his Neighbour went to the King himself to make known his grievance To the Tune of Slut. TO drive away the weary day a book I chanced to take in hand And therein I read assuredly a story as you shall understand Perusing many a History over amongst the Leaves I chanc'd to view The books name and Title is this The second Lesson too good to be true There read I of a Northumberland-man that was born brought up in the Kings land He paid twenty shillings Rent a year to the King as I do understand By him there dwelt a Lawyer false that with his Farm was not content But over the poor man still hang'd his nose because he did gather the Kings Rent He told him he his Lease had forfeit and that he must there no longer abide The K. by such Lownes hath mickle wrong done and for you the world is broad and wide The poor man pray'd him for to cease and content himself if he would he willing And pick no vantage in my Lease and I shall give thee forty shilling I'ts neither forty Shilling nor forty pound I se warrant thee so can agree thee and me Unless thou yield me thy farm so round and stand unto my courtesie The Poor man said he might not do so his wife and his Barns will make ill wark If thou with my Farm wilt let me go thou seem'st a gude fellow I se give thee 5 mark The Lawyer would not be so content but further i' th matter he means to smell The neighbors bad the poor man provide his tent and make a submission to the King himsel He got a humble staff on his back a jerkin I wot that was of grey With a good blew Bonnet he thought it no lack to the King he is ganging as fast as he may He had not gone a mile out o' th town but one of his Neighbors he did espy How far is' t to 'th King for thither i 'm boun as fast as ever I can hye I am sorry for you neighbour he said for your simplicity I make moan Ice warrant you you may ask for the King when nine or ten days journey you have gone Had I wist the King had wond so far I se never a sought him a mile out o' th town He 's either had sought me or we'd nere a come near at home I had rather ha spent a Crown But when he came to the City of London of every man he for the King did call They told him that him he need not to fear for the King he lies now at the White-Hall And with spying of Farlies in the City because he had never been there beforn He lee so long a bed the next day the Court was remov'd to Winsor that morn You ha lay too long then said his Host you ha lay too long by a great while The King is now to Winsor gone he 's further gone by twenty mile I think I was curst then said the poor man If I had been wise I might ha consider Belike the King of me has gotten some weet he had ne'r gone away had not I come hither He fled not for you then said his Host but hye you to Winsor as fast as you may Besure it will requite your cost for look what is past the King will pay But when he came to Winsor Castle with his humble staff on his back Although the Gates wide open stood he laid on them till he made 'um crack Why stay may friend art mad qd the Porter what makes thee keep this stir to day VVhy I am a Tennant of the Kings who have a Message to him to say The King hath men enough said the Porter your Message well that they can say Why ther 's ne'r a Knave the King doth keep shall ken my secret mind to day I were told e're I came from home e're I got hither it would be dear bought Let me in I se give thee a single Penny I see thou wilt ha small e'te thou do it for nought Gramercy said the Porter then thy reward is so great I cannot say nay Yonder 's a Noble Man within the Court I 'se first hear what he doth say When the Porter came to the Noble man he said he would shew him pretty sport There 's fine a Clown come to the gate as came not these seven years to the Court He calls all Knaves the King doth keep he raps at the Gates and makes great din he 's passing liberal of reward he 'd give a good single Penny to be let in Let him in then said the Noble man come in Fellow the Porter gan say If thou come within thy self he said thy staff-behind the Gate must stay And this Cuckolds Cur must lig behind what a Deel what a Cur hast got with thee The King will take him up for his own sell I se warrant when as he doth him see Beshrew thy Limbs then said the poor man then maist thou count me a fool or worse I wot not what Bankrupt lies by the King for want of Money he may pick my purse Let him in with his Staff and Dog said the Lord he gave a nod with 's head a beck with 's knee If you be Sir King then said the poor man as I can very well think ye be For as I was told e're I came from home your goodliest man that e're I saw beforn With so many jingles jangles about one neck as is about yours I never saw none I am not the King said the Noble man fellow though I have a proud Coat If you be not the King help me to the speech of him you seem a gude fellow I se give you a Groat Gramercy said the Noble man thy reward is so great I cannot say nay I se go now the Kings pleasure if I can till I come again besure you stay Here 's sike a staying then said the poor man 〈◊〉 the kings better than any in our country I might a gane to the farthest Duke i' th house neither Lad nor Lown to trouble me VVhen the Noble man came to the King he said he could them his Grace good sport Here 's such a Clown come is the gate as came not this seven years to the Court He calls all knaves your Highness keeps and more than that he terms them worse He 'l not come in without his Staff and Dog for fear some Bankrupt will pick his purse Let him in with his staff then said our King that of his sport ●e may see some VVe 'l see hovv he 'l handle every thing as soon as our match of Bovvls is done The Noble man led him through many a room and through many a Galleray gay What a deel doth the King with so many houses that he gets them not fill'd with Corn Hay At last they spied the King

in a Garden yet from his game he did not start The day was so hot he cast off his Doublet he had nothing from the wast but his shirt Lo yonder 's the King said the Noble-man behold follow lo where he goes Believ 't he 's some unthrift says the poor man that has lost his money and pawn'd his cloths But when he came before the King the Noble-man did his courtesie The poor man followed after him And gave a nod with 's head and a beck with 's knee And if you be Sir King then said the poor man as I can hardly think ye be Here is a gude fellow that brought me hither is liker to be the king than ye I am the king his Grace now said fellow let me thy case understand If you be Sir king i 'me a Tenant of yours that was born up brought in your own land There dwells a Lawyer hard by me and a fault in my Lease he saith he hath found And all was for selling five poor Ashes to build an house upon your own ground Hast thou a Lease here said our king or canst thou she to me the Deed He gave it into the kings own hand and said Sir here 't is if that you can read Let 's see thy Lease then said the king then from his Black Box he pull'd it out He gave it into the kings own hand with four or five knots t'yd fast in a clout We'st never unlose these knots said the king he gave it to one that behind him did stay It is a proud Horse then said the poor man will not carry's own Provinder along the high way Pay me forty shillings as I se pay you I will not think much to unloose a knot I would I were so occupied every day I 'd unloose a score on 'um for a groat VVhen the king had gotten these Letters read and found the truth wak very so I warrent thee thou hast not forfeit thy Lease if thou hadst feld five Ashes mo I every one can warrant me but all your warrants are not worth a flee For he that troubles me and will not let me go neither cares for warrant of you nor me Thou 'st have an Injunction said our kin● from troubling of thee he will ceas He 'l either shew thee good cause why or else he 'l let thee live in peace VVhat 's that Injunction said the poor man good Sir to me I pray you say VVhy it is a Letter I 'le cause to be written but art thou so simple as thou showst to day VVhy if 't be a Letter i 'me never the better keep it to thy self and trouble not me I could ha had a letter written cheaper at home and nere a come out of my own country Thoust have an Atachment said our King charge all that thou seest take thy part Till he pay ther an hundred pound sure thou never let him start If any seem against thee to stand besure thou come hither straight way I marry is that all I se get for my labour then I may come trotting every day Thou art hard of belief then said our King to please him with Letters he was willing I see you have taken great pains in writing with all my heart I se ' give a Shilling I 'le ●ave none of thy shilling said our King man with thy money God give theee win He threw it into the Kings bosome the money lay cold next to his skin Bethrew thy heart then said our King thou art an Earl something too bold Dost thou not see I am hot with Bowling and the money next to my skin lies cold I never wist that before said the poor man before sike time as I came hither If the Lawers in our Country thought 't was cold they would not heap up so much together The King called up his Treasurer and bad him fetch him twenty Pound If ever thy Errand lye here away I 'le bear thy Charges up and down When the poor man saw the Gold down tendred for to receive it he was willing If I had thought the King had had so mickle gold beshrev●de my heart I 'de ha kept my shilling The poor man got home the next Sunday The Lavver soon did him espy O Sir you have been a stranger long I think from me you have kept you by It was for you indeed said the poor man the matter to the King as I have tell I did as my neighbour put into my head and made a submission to him my sell What a deel didst thou with the K. qd the lawyer could not neighbors and friends agree thee me The deel a neighbor or friend that I had that would ha been such a days man as he He has gin me a Letter but I know not what they cal 't but if the kings mords be true to me When you have read and perused it over I hope you 'l leave and let me be He has gin me another but I know not what too but I charge you all to hold him fast Till he pay me an hundred Pound I will go tye him fast ttill a Post Marry God forbid the Lawyer said then the Tachment was red before them there Thou must needs something credit me till I go home and fetch some me●● Credit nay that 's it the king forbad he bade it I got thee I should thee stay The Lawyer paid him an hundred pound in ready money e're he went away Would every Lawyer were served thus from troubiing poor men they vvould cease They'd either shevv him good cause vvhy or else they 'd let him live in peace And thus I end my merry song which shevvs the plain mens simpleness And the kings ' great mercy in Righting vvrongs and the Lavvyers fraud and vvickedness Printed by and for Alex. Milbourn at the Stationers-Arms in Green-Arbor Court in the Little Old-Baily