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B04247
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The loyal forrister, or, Royal pastime; Being a pleasant discourse between the king and a loyal keeper, who not knowing his majesty, would not suffer him to hunt in the forrest for any reward whatsoever ... To an excellent new tune.
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1690-1694?
(1694)
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Wing L3346A; ESTC R180199
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The Loyal Forrister Or Royal PASTIME Being a Pleasant Discourse between the KING and a Loyal KEEPER who not knowing His Majesty would not suffer him to Hunt in the Forrest for any Reward whatsoever which Faithfulness the King highly commended as you shall find by this following Ditty To an Excellent New Tune It was a bold keeperâ—… A·M YOu Subjects of England come listen a while Here is a new ditty may make you to smile It is of the King and a keeper also Who met in a Forrest some winters ago O Early O Early all in a morning King William rose early all in a morning And a gown of grey russet King William put on As tho he had been 〈◊〉 some silly poor man The hounâ—… was made ready prepar'd for the game No Nobles 〈…〉 en of honour and Fame But like a mean Subject in hamely Array He to his own Forrest was taking his way O then bespake Mary our Most Royal Queen My Gracious King William where are you going He answer'd I count him to be no wise Man That will tell his councel to a Woman All that I have offer'd I prithee now take And do thy endeavour my peace for to make Besides forty shillings I 'le give thee a King If thou 'lt not betray me to William our King Your three hounds I tell you I never will take Nor yet your three hawks your peace for to make Nor will I be brib'd by your forty shilling But I will betray you to William our King As I am a Keeper I 'le not be unjust Nor for a Gold Ring will I forfeit my trust I 'll bring you before him as sure as a Gun And there you shall answer for what you have done Thou art a bold fellow King William reply'd What dost thou not see here the star at my side This Forrest is mine I wou'd have you to know Then what is the reason you threaten me so With that the bold keeper he fell on his knees a trembling fear his spirits did seize The picture of death too appear'd in his face He knew nor at first that the King was in place O pardon O pardon my soveraign Leige For your Royal pardon I beg and beseech Alas my poor heart in my breast it is cold O let me not suffer for being so bold The Queen with a modest behaviour reply'd I wish that kind providence may be thy guide To keep thee from danger my Soveraign Lord The which will the greatest of comfort afford He went to the Forrest some pleasure to spy The Grey-hounds run swift I the keeper drew nigh Who cry'd you bold fellow how dare you come here Without the King's leave to chase his fair Deer I am one of his subjects I am one of his force And I am come hither for to run a course Get you gone bold fellow you run no course here Without the leave of King William forbear Here is my three hounds I will give then to you And likewise my hawks they 're as good as e're flew Besides I will give thee full forty shilling If thou 'lt not betray me to William our King Get up honest keeper and shake off thy fears In thee there 's nothing of folly appears If every one was as faithful as thee O what a blest Prince King William would bee Because I 'd encourage such persons as you I 'll make thee my Ranger if that will not do Thou shalt be a Captain by Sea or by Land And high in my favour thou ever shalt stand The keeper reply'd my great Soveraign Lord. Sure I am not worthy of such a reward Yet nevertheless your true keeper I 'll be Because I am fearful to venture by sea At which the K laugh'd till his sides he did hold Then threw him down 20 bright Guinies of gold And bid him make hast to Kingsington Court where of this true jest he wou'd make pleasant sport And when you came thither pray ask for long Jack Who wears a Pumgranet of gole at his back Likewise a green Pheasant upon his right sleeve I 'll warrant he 's a true man you may him believe He 's one of my Porters that stands at my Gate To let in my nobles both earâ—y and late And therefore good fellow came up without fear I le make thee my Ranger of Parks far and near Printed for C. Bates in Pye-corner