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common broadside edition with which it has been collated, and from which the thirteenth and fifteenth verses were obtained. The ballad is very popular on the Border, and in the dales of Cumberland, Westmoreland, and Craven. The late Robert Anderson, the Cumbrian bard, represents Deavie, in his song of the Clay Daubin, as singing The King and the Tinkler.] AND.now, to be brief, let's pass over the rest,
Who seldom or never were given to jest,
By the mass !' quoth the tinkler, “it's nappy brown ale,
By my soul ! honest fellow, the truth thou hast spoke, And straight he sat down with the tinkler to joke; They drank to the King, and they pledged to each other; Who'd seen'em had thought they were brother and
leg being shorter than the other, and his limping gait used to give occasion to the remark that 'few Kings had had more ups and downs in the world.' He met his death by drowning on the night of December 13, 1844. He had been at a merry-making at Gargrave, in Craven, and it is supposed that, owing to the darkness of the night, he mistook the road, and walked into the river. As a musician his talents were creditable; and his name will long survive in the village records. The minstrel's grave is in the quiet churchyard of Gargrave. Further particulars of Francis King may be seen in Dixon's Stories of the Craven Dales, published by Tasker and Son, of Skipton.
As they were a-drinking the King pleased to say,
Sir John, I will honour thee here,–
This was a good thing for the tinkler indeed;
THE KEACH (THE CREEL. [This old and very humorous ballad has long been a favourite on both sides of the Border, but had never appeared in print till about 1845, when a Northumbrian gentleman printed a few copies for private circulation, from one of which the following is taken. In the present impression some trifling typographical mistakes are corrected, and the phraseology has been rendered uniform through. out. Keach i' the Creel means the catch in the basket.] A FAIR young May went up the street,
Some white fish for to buy;
And he's followed her by and by, by,
thee tell to me;
I wad come and visit thee, thee;
I wad come and visit thee.' •O! my father he
locks the door,
Ye canna win in to me, me;
Ye canna win in to me.'
And a wily wicht was he;
Was thirty steps and three, three;
He has made a cleek but and a creel
A creel but and a pin;
And he's letten the bonny clerk in, in;
And he's letten the bonny clerk in. The auld wife, being not asleep,
Tho' late, late was the hour; • I'll lay my life,' quo' the silly auld wife,
• There's a man i' our dochter's bower, bower ;
There's a man i' our dochter's bower.'
To see if the thing was true;
And covered him owre wi' blue, blue;
• And where are ye gaun sae latel, Ye've disturbed me in my evening prayers,
And O! but they were sweit, sweit;
And O! but they were sweit.'
And an ill death may ye dee;
And she's prayin' for you and me, me;
And she's prayin' for you and me.' The auld wife being not asleep,
Then something mair was said; I'll lay my life,' quo' the silly auld wife, • There's a man by our dochter's bed, bed;
There's a man by our dochter's bed.' The auld wife she gat owre the bed,
To see if the thing was true;
For into the creel she flew, flew;
The man that was at the chimley-top,
Finding the creel was fu',
And fast to him he drew, drew:
And fast to him he drew.
O, help! O, hinny, do!
He's carryin' me off just noo, noo;
He's carryin' me off just 1100.'
I wish he may keep his haud;
Ye'll never lie in your bed, bed;
He's towed her through an' through;
· For I'm just departin' noo, noo;
For I'm just departin' noo.'
He's gien her a richt down fa',
rib i' the auld wife's side,
Played nick nack on the wa'.
And I wish the blue may do weel;
auld wife that's sae jealous o' her
THE MERRY BROOMFIELD;
OR, THE WEST COUNTRY WAGER.
[This old West-country ballad was one of the broadsides printed at the Aldermary press.
We have not met with any older im.