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And for his fake these weeds I weare,
And sacriffice tender

And every day Ile begg my bread,

To undergoe this pilgrimage.


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Thus every day I fast and pray,

And ever will doe till I dye;
And gett me to some secrett place,

For foe did hee, and soe will I.


Now, gentle heardsman, aske no more,

But keepe my secretts I thee pray;
Unto the towne of Walfingam

Show me the right and readye way.


“ Now goe thy wayes, and God before !

“ For he must ever guide thee ftill : “ Turne downe that dale, the right hand path,

“ And foe, faire pilgrim, fare thee well!”


But mine the forrow, mine the fault,

And well my life shall pay;
I'll seek the

folitude be fought,
And Aretch me where he lay.

And there forlorn despairing bid,

I'll lay me down and die:
'Twas fo for me that Edwin did

And so for him will I.

*** To Mew what constant tribute was paid to Our LADY OF WALSINGHAM, I shall give a few extraits from the HOUSHOLD-Book of Henry ALGERNON PERCY, 5th Earl of Northumberland," Printed 1770, 8vo.

Seit. XLIII. pag. 337, &c.
ITEM, My Lorde ufitb yerly to send afor Michaelmas

for bis Lordschip's Offerynge to our Lady of Walsyngeham.iijd. ITEM, My Lorde ufith ande accustumyth to sende yerely for the

upholdynge of the Light of Wax which his Lordfchipfyndith birnynge

yerly befor our Lady of Walsyngham, contenynge xj lb. of Wax in it after vij d.ob. for the fyndynge of every lb. redy wrought by a covenaunt maid with the Channon by great, for the hole yere, for the fyndinge of the said Lyght byrnning, -vis. vinj d. ITEM, My Lord ufeth and accuftomith to fyende yerely to the

Channon that kepith the Light before our Lady of Walsyn: gham, for his reward for the hole yere, for kepynge of the said Light, lightynge of it at all service rymes dayły

thorowt the yere, Xij d. Item, My Lord ufth and accuftomyth yerely to send to the

Prejt that kepith the Light, lyghtynge of it at all service tymes daily thorowt the yere, --11j s. iij d.


Was a story of great fame among our ancestors. The author of the ART OF ENGLISH POESIE, 1589, 410, seems to speak of it as a real fa&t.Defcribing that vicious mode of speech, which the Greeks called A CYRON, i.e. " When

we use a dark and obfcure word, utterly repugnant to (6 that we should ;" he adds, Such manner of uncouth Speech did the Tanner of Tamworth use to king Ed. 6 ward the fourth; cubich Tanner, having a great while mistaken him, and ufed very broad talke with him, at " length perceiving by his traine that it was the king, was

afraide he should be punished for it, [and] said thus, with a certain rude repentance, “ I hope I fhall be hanged to-morrow,

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for [I feare me) I shall be hanged; whereat the king laughed a good *, not only to see the Tanner's vaine feare, but also to heare his ill/hapen terme; and gave him for recompence of his good sport, the inheritance of

Plumpton-parke. I AM AFRAID,” concludes this fagacious writer,

AND CORRECTEDLY, TOO SHORT OF SUCH A REWARD," p. 214. The phrase, here referred to, is not found in this ballad at preJent t, but occurs with some variation in another old poem, in. titled JOHN THE REEVE, described in the following volume, (See the Freface to THE KING AND THE Miller), viz.

Nay, Sayd John, by Gods grace,
And Edward wer in this place,

Hee Mold not touch this tonne :
66 He wold be wroth with John I HOPE,

Thereffore I beshrew the foupe,

That in his mouth Mold come.Pt. 2. ft. 24. The following text is selected (with such other corrections as occurred) from two copies in black letter. The one in the Bodleyan library, intitled, A merrie, pleasant, and delectable historie betweene K. Edward the Fourth, and a " Tanner of Tamworth, &c. printed at London, by John Danter, 1596.” This copy, ancient as it now is, appears to have been modernized and altered at the time it was published; and many vestiges of the more ancient readings were recovered from another copy, (though more recently printed,) in one sheet folio, without date, in the Pepys col. leftion,

But these are both very inferior in point of antiquity to the old Ballad of The KING AND THE BARKER, reprinted with other Pieces of Ancient Popular Poetry from Authentic Manuscripts and old Printed copies, &c." Lond. 179.1, 8vo. As that very antique Poem had never occurred to the Editor of the Reliques, till be saw it in the above collection, he now refers the curious Reader to it, as an ineperfect and incorrect copy of the old original Ballad. vid. Gloll + Nor in that of the BARKER mentioned below.

N summer time, when leaves grow greene,

And blossoms bedecke the tree,
King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,

Some pastime for to see.

With hawke and hounde he made him bowne, 5

With horne, and eke with bowe;
To Drayton Baffet he tooke his waye,

With all his lordes a rowe.

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And he had ridden ore dale and downe

By eight of clocke in the day,
When he was ware of a bold tanner,

Come ryding along the waye.

A fayre ruffet coat the tanner had on

Fast buttoned under his chin,
And under him a good cow-hide,

And a mare of four shilling *.


Nowe stand you still, my good lordes all,

Under the grene wood spraye ;
And I will wend to yonder fellowe,

To weet what he will saye.


* In the reign of Edward IV. Dame Cecill, lady of Torboke, in her will dated March 7, A. D. 1466; among many other bequests has this, Aljo I will that my fonne Thomas of Torboke bave 135. 40. to buy him

an herse.Vid. Harleian Catalog. 2176. 27. -Nozu if 135. 4d. would purchase a fleed fit for a person of quality, a tanner's hore might reaforubly be valued at four or five fillings. G 3


God speede, God speede thee, said our king,

Thou art welcome, fir, fayd hee. “ The readyest waye to Drayton Basset I

praye thee to shewe to mee."


" To Drayton Basset woldft thou goe,

Fro the place where thou dost stand ?
The next payre of gallowes thou comeft unto,

Turne in upon thy right hand."

That is an unreadye waye, sayd our king,

Thou doelt but jest I see :
Nowe shewe me out the nearest waye,

And I pray thee wend with mee,


Awaye with a vengeance ! quoth the tanner :

I hold thee out of thy witt:
All daye have I rydden on Brocke my mare,

And I am fafting yett.


“Go with me downe to Drayton Basset,

No daynties we will spare;
All daye salt thou eate and drinke of the best,

And I will paye thy fare."


Gramercye for nothing, the tanner replyde,

Thou payest no fare of mine :
I trowe l’ve more nobles in my purse,

Than thou hast pence in thine.


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