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Cavalier Ballad; from vol. iii. of the Roxburgh Ballads, in the British Museum
All you that do desire to know What is become of the King o' Scots, I unto you will truly show After the fight of Northern Rats. 'Twas I did convey His Highness away, And from all dangers set him free; - In woman attire, As reason did require, And the King himself did wait on me.
2. He of me a service did crave,
3. My waiting-man a jewel had,
4. We walked through Westminster Hall, | 5. From thence we went to the fatal place Where his father lost his life; And then my man did weep apace, And sorrow with him then was rife. I bid him peace, Let sorrow cease, For fear that we should taken be. The gallants in Whitehall Did little know at all That the King himself did wait on me.
6. The King he was my serving-man,
7. The King of Denmark's dead, they say,
8. Now Heaven grant them better success |
9. And thus I have declared to you By what means we escaped away; Now we bid our cares adieu, Though the King did lose the day. To him I was true, And that he well knew; 'Tis God that must his comfort be, Else all our policy Had been but foolery, For the King no longer waits on me. |