The honour of an Apprentice of LONDON.

Wherein is declared his matchless Manhood, and brave adventures done by him in Turkey, and by what means he married the Kings daughter of that same Country.

The tune is, All you that are good fellows.


OF a worthy London Prentice
my purpose is to speake,
And tell his brave adventures
done for his Country sake,
Séeke all the world abent
and you shall hardly find
A man in valour to excéed
a Printice gallant mind.
He was born in Cheshire,
the cheif of men was he.
From thence brought up to London
a Prentice for to be,
A Merchant on the Bridge
did like his service so,
That for thrée years his Factor
to Turkey he should go.
And in that famous Country
one year he had not been,
Ere he by Tilt maintained
the honour of his Queen.
Elizabeth our Princesse
he nobly there made known
To be the Phenix of the world
and none but she alone.
In Armour richly guilded
well mounted on a Stead,
One score of Knights most hardy
one day he made to bleed,
And brought them all to ground,
who proudly durst deny
Elizabeth to be the Pearle
of Princely Majesty.
The King of that same Country
thereat began to frown,
And wil'd his Son there present
to pull this youngster down,
Who at his Fathers words
these boasting speeches said
Thou art a Traytor English boy,
and hast the Traytor plaid.
I am no Boy nor Traytor
thy speeches I defie,
Which here will be revenged
upon thee by and by,
A London Prentice stil
shall prove as good a man
As any of your Turkish Knights
do all the best you can.

The second Part,

to the same tune.
ANd there with all he gave him
a Box upon the ear,
Which broke his neck asunder,
as plainly doth appear,
Now know proud Turke quoth he
I am no English boy,
That can with one small box o'th ear
the Prince of Turks destroy.
When as the King perceived,
his son so strangely slain,
His soul was sore afflicted
with more then mortal pain.
And in revenge thereof
he swore that he should dye
The cruelst death that ever man
beheld with mortal eye.
Two Lyons were prepared
this Prentice to devour,
Neer famisht up with hunger
ten days with a tower.
To make them far more fierce
and ea [...]er of their prey
To glut themselves with humane gore
upon that dreadfull day
The appointed time of torment
at length grew neer at hand,
Where all the noble Lodies
and Barons of the Land,
Attended on the King
to see this Prentice slain,
And buried in the hungry maws
of these fierce Lyons twain.
Then in his shirt of Cambrick
with silk most richly wrought
This worthy London Prentice
was from the prison brought
And to the Lyons given,
to stanch their hunger great
Which had not eat in ten days space
on one small bit of meat.
But God that knows all secrets
the matter so contriv'd,
That by this young mans valour
they were of life depriv'd.
For being faint for food,
they scarcely could withstand,
he noble force and fortitude
Tand courage of his hand.
For when the hungr [...] [...]
had cast on him their eyes
The Elements did thunder
with Eccho of their cryes,
And running all amain
his body to devour
Into their throats he thrust his arme,
with all his might and power.
From thence by manly vallour,
their hearts he tore in sunder,
And at the King he threw them
to all the peoples wonder.
This have I done quoth he
for lovely Englands sake.
And for my Country Maiden Quéen
much more will undertake.
But when the King perceived
his wrathful Lyons hearts,
Afflicted with great terror
his rigor soon reverts
And turned all his hate,
into remorce and love,
And said it was some Angel sure
sent down from God above,
No no I am no Angel
the courteous young man said
But born in famous England,
where Gods word wor is obey'd,
Asisted by the heavens.
which did me thus befriend,
Or else thou hadst most cruelly
brought here my life to end,
The King in heart amazed,
lift up his hand to heaven,
And for his sould offences
did crave to be forgiven,
Believing that no Land
like England might be séen,
Nor people better governed
by vertue of a Queen.
So taking up this young man
he pardon'd him his life.
And gave his daughter to him
to be his wedded wife.
Where then they did remain
and live in quiet peace,
In spending forth their happy days
injoy and loves increase.

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and VV. Gilbertson

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