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Beſeeching his mercy.-The King to him ſaid,
Thou art a good fellow, ſo be not afraid.
Now tell me thy name-It is John of the Vale,
A mender of kettles, and a lover of ale.
Then riſe up Sir John, I'll honour you here,
I'll make you a Knight of three hundred a year.
This was a good thing for the Tinker indeed,
Then ſoon to the Court he was ſent for with ſpeed,
Where ſtore of great pleaſure and paſtime were ſeen,
Into the royal preſence of our King & Queen.
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KING WILLIAM & His FORRESTER.
You ſubjects of Britain come liſten a while,
Here is a new ditty will make you to ſmile,
It is of the King and the Keeper alſo,
Who met in the foreſt but lately ago.
O early, O early, into a morning,
King William roſe early in a morning;
And a gown of grey ruſſet King William put on,
As tho' he had been but a ſilly poor man.
The hounds were made ready, prepar’d for the game,
The Nobles attending, of honour and fame;
But, like a mean ſubject, in humble array,
He to his own foreſt was taking his way.
