THE KING Found at Southvvell, and the Oxford Gigg playd, and Sung at VVitney VVakes: VVith the Masque shewed before divers Courtiers, and Cavaliers, that went thither from Oxford, and severall Ketches and Songs at the said VVakes.

Presented to the Duke of YORKE.

By Mr, Loyd, Studient of Christ Church in Oxford, and a Captaine of that Garison.

London printed for F. L. 1646:

To the most Illustrious IAMES Duke of YORKE:

SIR,

PArt of these Papers being already destin'd to your Highnesses Recreation, the rest (like divided Wormes) by reuniting to their peeces, are link't againe into an entire-nothing. All I pretend to here exceeds not the Pedlers Ambition, who in the strength of his Portable VVarehouse, swells into the title of a Mer­chant, and yet instead of Silkes and Tissues, receives them with nothing but Tapes, and Filletings. The Vessell is here so unfraught and Empty, that it aimes at so Royall a Haven, not by designe of Commerce, or Trading, but shelter, and safety from tempestuous Censures, which is the greatest Am­biton of your Highnesse's

Most humble servant M. LL.

VVJTNEY WAKE:

VVItney is a towne neere Oxford whither divers Cour­tiers, and Officers of Oxford Garison went to the VVakes to bee merry, where they sung and drank themselves out of all their sences, on the VVake day early in the morning, they went out of Oxford singing this song, taught them by Captaine Loyd their Poet as followeth.

At the meeting of the Courtiers and Cavaliers that had appointed to bee merry at VVitney Wake, Captaine LOYD sung thus.

I, and whether shall we goe?
To the VVake I tro:
Tis the Village.
L. Majors sh [...]w.
Oh! to meet I will not faile,
For my pallat is in hast,
Till J sipp againe and tast,
Of the Nūthr̄own-Lasse & Ale.
Feele how my Temples ake,
For the Lady of the VVake.
Hir lips are as soft as a Medler,
VVith her Poses and her poynts,
And the Ribons on her joynts.
The divise of the Fields
and the Pedler.

Then from Oxford singing this song, away they went over the Fields to VVitney to the Wakes.

These Gallants being arived at VVitney; early in the morn­ing, (with their traine from Oxford) where they had appoint­ed certaine Morris-Dancers to meete them at the Wakes, as also severall Musitians with various sorts of Musicke, viz. the Country Fiders, a Taberer; a payre of bagge-Pipes, and an Harper, and being come to their quarters where they were re­solved to be merry, they first began to drink hard, but the Mor­ris-Dancers, [Page 5] and the Musick being ready to attend them, first of all began the Morris-Dancers to caper before them, with one who gave the Lords favour to divers Gentlemen that gave him some a shilling, some 6. some more, some lesse, for the common stocke of the company, There were some 6. or 7. Country fellowes with Napkins, and Scarfes, and Ribons tyed about them, and bells at their knees, according to the manner of that sport, and with them a Mayd-Marian, and two fooles, who fell a dansing and capering b [...]fore the Oxford blades, and made them sport a good while.

The Song at the entry of the Morris-Dancers before them.

VVith a noyse and a din,
Comes the Morris-dancer in
VVith a fine linnen shirt;
But a buckeram skinne.
O! he treads out such a peale,
From his paire of logs of Veale
His quarters and Idolls to him,
Nor doe those knaves inviron
Their toes with so much Iron
Twill ruin a Smith to shooe him.
J and then he flings about,
His sweate, and his Clout,
The wesest thinke it too ells:
While the Yeomen think it meet.
That be jangle at his feete,
The forherse right eare jewells.

Then the Fool with his baw­ble fell to severall sports, and to tumbling, &c.

After that they had wearied both the Morris-Dancers, and themselves too with this sport, by which time they had well druke, they discharged them, and called for the Country Fid­lers, and accordingly there entred foure Country fellows, with a Tenor a Meane, a Treble, and a Base, who having playd some time before them, and they having danced a while with some Country Lasses, the Gallants called for dinner, and then called in an old Fidler and his boy to play to them, and sing whilst they were at dinner, after with Mr. Loyd, he acted his part as followeth.

The song upon the Fidler and his boy that plaid and sung to them at Dinner at the VVakes.

But before all be don,
with a Christopher strung,
Comes Musick none
Though Fidler one,
VVith the Oule & his Gran­child.
with a face like a Man-child,
Amazed in their nest,
A wake from their rest
And seeke out an Oake to laugh in.
Such a dismall Chance
Makes the Church-yeard dance
VVhen the Screechowles Guts string a Coffin.
when a Fidlers Coarce
Catches could & growes hoarse
Oh the never heard a sadder
when a Roundheaded sinner
makes his Will before Dinner,
To the Tune of Nooze and the Ladder.

This Song pleased them all well, and made them very merry.

In the middest of their Cups, they fell to very deboyste­rous and profane discourses, and in the Malignant oration of Heliconian liquer, they thought themselves to be no small fooles but after Dinner they being risen, some of them tooke a nappe to recover a little of their sences; but in the afternoone the rest of the Masque was shewne.

And accordingly there came in a poore fellow with his Ta­ber and Pipe, and he fell to playing before them, and tells strange stories in Rime-doggery, which made them to grinne a little one at another, for they were too much drunke to laugh hartily, and then Mr. Lloyd he acted his part and he falls to singing for he was still to be the Poet and act his part as Jester upon them all.

The Song upon the man that plaid upon the Taber and Pipe.

I, but all will not doe,
without a Passe or two,
From him that pipes
and tabers the tatoo.
Hee's a man that can tell'em
such a Jigg from his vellam
with his whisle, & his Club,
And his brac't halfe Tubbe
that I think
There ne're came before yee
though the Moths lodged in't
or in manuscript or print
such a pitifull Parchment story
He that hammers like a Tinker
Kettle Musique is a stinker,
our taberer bids him harke it,
though he thrash till he sweats
and out the bottom beats
of his two
Dosser Drumes to the Market

But this sport they are soone weary of, and therefore discharge him to be gone.

Then they called in the man with the Bagg-Pipes, who had a payre three times as big as those which they use at Pallace Gar­den to play before the Beares with, for he had gotten a paire of Bag-pipes as bigge at those that Arthur of Bradley used to play with in the North Country, when the young Fellowes and the Lasses were wont to meet to dance to, under the green Trees, and then they cryed out oh brave Arthur of Bradley.

This man came in with his Bag-pipes, and there he went a­bout his worke, and sitting him downe upon a Stoole, to play he went, and pleased the Cavaliers and the Courtiers and the rest that were at the Wakes wondrous well, and Mr. Lloyd sung to them as followeth.

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Mr. Loyds Song to the Bag-pipes.

Bag-piper good luck on you
th'art a man for my money
Him the Beares love
better then hony
How he tickles with his skill
with his bladder and his quil
How he swells till he blister
while he gives his mouth a Glister
Nor yet does his P [...]isick
greeve him.
His Chops they wold not tary
For a try'd Apothecary.
But the Harpe comes in
to releeve him.

They made sport a long while with the Bag-pipes

Then there was a tall shag head Ruffen came in with a harpe to conclude the Musique who plaid many severall lessons to them, both French, and Irish, as well as English, he plaid also a hone, a hone, and to him the Oxford Poet sung this Lesson.

The Harpe tooke its fountaine
From the Boggs of the mountaine
For better was never aforded
Strings hop and rebound
Oh the very same sounded
May be strung from a Trucl-bed Coarded.

After which the Harper, as the rest were discharged, and the Masque being ended, and the Oxford blades soundly fuddled, they fell to singing of Catches, and M. Lloid taught them a new Catch as followeth which they roared out to purpose.

EPILOGVE.

The VVitney Catch; or conclusion of the Masque at Witney Wakes,

made by Mr. Lloyd the Poet.
Now God a blesse King Charles
And send him to be merry.
And bring our noble Queene
A safe over the Ferry,
The Prince, marry save him
And the Duke his owne brother
God a blessing light upon him,
He is eene such another.
I say the Dukes worship,
For an whose sweet sake
VVas a Cheefly intended
We of VVitney, and the VVake

Some considerable addition all lines for conclusion.

The King went out of Oxford, in private, towards the North,
And with his Majesty, A Priest, and Ashburnham went forth,
To Southwell then they tooke their way, neare Newarke siege,
But there the Scotts beset the Towne, And Soveraigne Leige,
And did the English then acquaint what they had done,
Both do consult how they may best the King send home.
FJNIS.

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