ancient poems-第11节

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e　ascertain　that　he　was　ever　mixed　up　in　　any　duel；　nor　does　it　appear　clear　who　can　be　meant　by　the　'Welsh　　Lord；　the　brave　Duke　of　Devonshire；'　that　dukedom　not　having　been　　created　till　1694　and　no　nobleman　having　derived　any　title　whatever　　from　Devonshire　previously　to　1618；　when　Baron　Cavendish；　of　　Hardwick；　was　created　the　first　EARL　of　Devonshire。　　We　may　　therefore　presume　that　for　'Devonshire'　ought　to　be　inserted　the　　name　of　some　other　county　or　place。　　Strict　historical　accuracy　is；　　however；　hardly　to　be　expected　in　any　ballad；　particularly　in　one　　which；　like　the　present；　has　evidently　been　corrupted　in　floating　　down　the　stream　of　time。　　There　is　only　one　quarrel　recorded　at　the　　supposed　period　of　our　tale　as　having　taken　place　betwixt　two　　noblemen；　and　which　resulted　in　a　hostile　meeting；　viz。；　that　　wherein　the　belligerent　parties　were　the　Duke　of　Hereford　（who　　might　by　a　'ballad…monger'　be　deemed　a　WELSH　lord）　and　the　Duke　of　　Norfolk。　　This　was　in　the　reign　of　Richard　II。　　No　fight；　however；　　took　place；　owing　to　the　interference　of　the　king。　　Our　minstrel　　author　may　have　had　rather　confused　historical　ideas；　and　so　mixed　　up　certain　passages　in　De　la　Mare's　history　with　this　squabble；　and　　we　are　strongly　inclined　to　suspect　that　such　is　the　case；　and　that　　it　will　be　found　the　real　clue　to　the　story。　　Vide　Hume's　HISTORY　　OF　ENGLAND；　chap。　XVII。　A。D。　1398。　　Lyle　acknowledges　that　he　has　　taken　some　liberties　with　the　oral　version；　but　does　not　state　what　　they　were；　beyond　that　they　consisted　merely　in　'smoothing　down。'　　　Would　that　he　had　left　it　'in　the　ROUGH！'　　The　last　verse　has　every　　appearance　of　being　apocryphal；　it　looks　like　one　of　those　　benedictory　verses　with　which　minstrels　were；　and　still　are；　in　the　　habit　of　concluding　their　songs。　　Lyle　says　the　tune　'is　pleasing；　　and　peculiar　to　the　ballad。'　　A　homely　version；　presenting　only　　trivial　variations　from　that　of　Mr。　Lyle；　is　still　printed　and　　sung。＇


IN　the　Parliament　House；　a　great　rout　has　been　there；　Betwixt　our　good　King　and　the　Lord　Delaware：　Says　Lord　Delaware　to　his　Majesty　full　soon；　'Will　it　please　you；　my　liege；　to　grant　me　a　boon？'

'What's　your　boon；'　says　the　King；　'now　let　me　understand？'　'It's；　give　me　all　the　poor　men　we've　starving　in　this　land；　And　without　delay；　I'll　hie　me　to　Lincolnshire；　To　sow　hemp…seed　and　flax…seed；　and　hang　them　all　there。

'For　with　hempen　cord　it's　better　to　stop　each　poor　man's　breath；　Than　with　famine　you　should　see　your　subjects　starve　to　death。'　Up　starts　a　Dutch　Lord；　who　to　Delaware　did　say；　'Thou　deserves　to　be　stabbed！'　then　he　turned　himself　away；

'Thou　deserves　to　be　stabbed；　and　the　dogs　have　thine　ears；　For　insulting　our　King　in　this　Parliament　of　peers。'　Up　sprang　a　Welsh　Lord；　the　brave　Duke　of　Devonshire；　'In　young　Delaware's　defence；　I'll　fight　this　Dutch　Lord；　my　sire；

'For　he　is　in　the　right；　and　I'll　make　it　so　appear：　Him　I　dare　to　single　combat；　for　insulting　Delaware。'　A　stage　was　soon　erected；　and　to　combat　they　went；　For　to　kill；　or　to　be　killed；　it　was　either's　full　intent。

But　the　very　first　flourish；　when　the　heralds　gave　command；　The　sword　of　brave　Devonshire　bent　backward　on　his　hand；　In　suspense　he　paused　awhile；　scanned　his　foe　before　he　strake；　Then　against　the　King's　armour；　his　bent　sword　he　brake。

Then　he　sprang　from　the　stage；　to　a　soldier　in　the　ring；　Saying；　'Lend　your　sword；　that　to　an　end　this　tragedy　we　bring：　Though　he's　fighting　me　in　armour；　while　I　am　fighting　bare；　Even　more　than　this　I'd　venture　for　young　Lord　Delaware。'

Leaping　back　on　the　stage；　sword　to　buckler　now　resounds；　Till　he　left　the　Dutch　Lord　a　bleeding　in　his　wounds：　This　seeing；　cries　the　King　to　his　guards　without　delay；　'Call　Devonshire　down；　…　take　the　dead　man　away！'

'No；'　says　brave　Devonshire；　'I've　fought　him　as　a　man；　Since　he's　dead；　I　will　keep　the　trophies　I　have　won；　For　he　fought　me　in　your　armour；　while　I　fought　him　bare；　And　the　same　you　must　win　back；　my　liege；　if　ever　you　them　wear。'

God　bless　the　Church　of　England；　may　it　prosper　on　each　hand；　And　also　every　poor　man　now　starving　in　this　land；　And　while　I　pray　success　may　crown　our　King　upon　his　throne；　I'll　wish　that　every　poor　man　may　long　enjoy　his　own。



Ballad：　LORD　BATEMAN。



＇THIS　is　a　ludicrously　corrupt　abridgment　of　the　ballad　of　LORD　　BEICHAN；　a　copy　of　which　will　be　found　inserted　amongst　the　EARLY　　BALLADS；　An。　Ed。　p。　144。　　The　following　grotesque　version　was　　published　several　years　ago　by　Tilt；　London；　and　also；　according　to　　the　title…page；　by　Mustapha　Syried；　Constantinople！　under　the　title　　of　THE　LOVING　BALLAD　OF　LORD　BATEMAN。　　It　is；　however；　the　only　　ancient　form　in　which　the　ballad　has　existed　in　print；　and　is　one　　of　the　publications　mentioned　in　Thackeray's　Catalogue；　see　ANTE；　　p。　20。　　The　air　printed　in　Tilt's　edition　is　the　one　to　which　the　　ballad　is　sung　in　the　South　of　England；　but　it　is　totally　different　　to　the　Northern　tune；　which　has　never　been　published。＇


LORD　BATEMAN　he　was　a　noble　lord；　A　noble　lord　of　high　degree；　He　shipped　himself　on　board　a　ship；　Some　foreign　country　he　would　go　see。

He　sailed　east；　and　he　sailed　west；　Until　he　came　to　proud　Turkey；　Where　he　was　taken；　and　put　to　prison；　Until　his　life　was　almost　weary。

And　in　this　prison　there　grew　a　tree；　It　grew　so　stout；　and　grew　so　strong；　Where　he　was　chained　by　the　middle；　Until　his　life　was　almost　gone。

This　Turk　he　had　one　only　daughter；　The　fairest　creature　my　eyes　did　see；　She　stole　the　keys　of　her　father's　prison；　And　swore　Lord　Bateman　she　would　set　free。

'Have　you　got　houses？　have　you　got　lands？　Or　does　Northumberland　belong　to　thee？　What　would　you　give　to　the　fair　young　lady　That　out　of　prison　would　set　you　free？'

'I　have　got　houses；　I　have　got　lands；　And　half　Northumberland　belongs　to　me　I'll　give　it　all　to　the　fair　young　lady　That　out　of　prison　would　set　me　free。'

O！　then　she　took　him　to　her　father's　hall；　And　gave　to　him　the　best　of　wine；　And　every　health　she　drank　unto　him；　'I　wish；　Lord　Bateman；　that　you　were　mine！

'Now　in　seven　years　I'll　make　a　vow；　And　seven　years　I'll　keep　it　strong；　If　you'll　wed　with　no　other　woman；　I　will　wed　with　no　other　man。'

O！　then　she　took　him　to　her　father's　harbour；　And　gave　to　him　a　ship　of　fame；　'Farewell；　farewell　to　you；　Lord　Bateman；　I'm　afraid　I　ne'er　shall　see　you　again。'

Now　seven　long　years　are　gone　and　past；　And　fourteen　days；　well　known　to　thee；　She　packed　up　all　her　gay　clothing；　And　swore　Lord　Bateman　she　would　go　see。

But　when　she　came　to　Lord　Bateman's　castle；　So　boldly　she　rang　the　bell；　'Who's　there？　who's　there？'　cried　the　proud　porter；　'Who's　there？　unto　me　come　tell。'

'O！　is　this　Lord　Bateman's　castle？　Or　is　his　Lordship　here　within？'　'O；　yes！　O；　yes！'　cried　the　young　porter；　'He's　just　now　taken　his　new　bride　in。'

'O！　tell　him　to　send　me　a　slice　of　bread；　And　a　bottle　of　the　best　wine；　And　not　forgetting　the　fair　young　lady　Who　did　release　him　when　close　confine。'

Away；　away　went　this　proud　young　porter；　Away；　away；　and　away　went　he；　Until　he　came　to　Lord　Bateman's　chamber；　Down　on　his　bended　knees　fell　he。

'What　news；　what　news；　my　proud　young　porter？　What　news　hast　thou　brought　unto　me？'　'There　is　the　fairest　of　all　young　creatures　That　ever　my　two　eyes　did　see！

'She　has　got　rings　on　every　finger；　And　round　one　of　them　she　has　got　three；　And　as　much　gay　clothing　round　her　middle　As　would　buy　all　Northumberlea。

'She　bids　you　send　her　a　slice　of　bread；　And　a　bottle　of　the　best　wine；　And　not　forgetting　the　fair　young　lady　Who　did　release　you　when　close　confine。'

Lord　Bateman　he　then　in　a　passion　flew；　And　broke　his　sword　in　splinters　three；　Saying；　'I　will　give　all　my　father's　riches　If　Sophia　has　crossed　the　sea。'

Then　up　spoke　the　young　bride's　mother；　Who　never　was　heard　to　speak　so　free；　'You'll　not　forget　my　only　daughter；　If　Sophia　has　crossed　the　sea。'

'I　own　I　made　a　bride　of　your　daughter；　She's　neither　the　better　nor　worse　for　me；　She　came　to　me　with　her　horse　and　saddle；　She　may　go　back　in　her　coach　and　three。'

Lord　Bateman　prepared　another　marriage；　And　sang；　with　heart　so　full　of　glee；　I'll　range　no　more　in　foreign　countries；　Now　since　Sophia　has　crossed　the　sea。'



Ballad：　THE　GOLDEN　GLOVE；　OR；　THE　SQUIRE　OF　TAMWORTH。



＇THIS　is　a　very　popular　ballad；　and　sung　in　every　part　of　England。　　　It　is　traditionally　reported　to　be　founded　on　an　incident　which　　occurred　in　the　reign　of　Elizabeth。　　It　has　been　published　in　the　　broadside　form　from　the　commencement　of　the　eighteenth　century；　but　　is　no　doubt　much　older。　　It　does　not　appear　to　have　been　previously　　inserted　in　any　collection。＇


A　WEALTHY　young　squire　of　Tamworth；　we　hear；　He　courted　a　nobleman's　daughter　so　fair；　And　for　to　marry　her　it　was　his　intent；　All　friends　and　relations　gave　their　consent。

The　time　was　appointed　for　the　wedding…day；　A　young　farmer　chosen　to　give　her　away；　As　soon　as　the　farmer　the　young　lady　did　spy；　He　inflamed　her　heart；　'O；　my　heart！'　she　did　cry。

She　turned　from　the　squire；　but　nothing　she　said；　Instead　of　being　married　she　took　to　her　bed；　The　thought　of　the　farmer　soon　run　in　her　mind；　A　way　for　to　have　him　she　quickly　did　find。

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