THE THIEF AND CORDELIER. A BALLAD. To the Tune of King John and the Abbot of Canterbury. WHO has e'er been at Paris, must needs know the The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave, [Greve, Where honour and justice most oddly contribute There death breaks the shackles which force had put on, Great claims are there made, and great secrets are known, And the king, and the law, and the thief, has his own; But my hearers cry out, What a deuce dost thou ail? Cut off thy reflections, and give us thy tale, Derry downs &c. 'Twas there then, in civil respect to harsh laws, And for want of false witness to back a bad cause, A Norman, tho' late, was oblig'd to appear, And who to assist but a grave Cordelier? Derry down, &c. The Squire, whose good grace was to open the scene, Seem'd not in great haste that the show should begin, Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart, And often took leave, but was loath to depart, Derry down, &c. What frightens you thus, my good Son? says the priest; You murder'd, are sorry, and have been confest. O Father! my sorrow will scarce save my bacon, For 'twas not that I murder'd, but that I was taken, Derry down, &c. Pough! pr'ythee ne'er trouble thy head with such fancies; Rely on the aid you shall have from Saint Francis ; And what will folks say, if they see you afraid? [night. To-morrow, our hero reply'd, in a fright, Alas! quoth the Squire, howe'er sumptuous the treat, I should therefore esteem it great favour and grace Derry down, &c. That I would, quoth the father, and thank you to boot, But our actions, you know, with our duty must suit: For this night, by our Order, is mark'd for a fast, Then turning about to the hangman, he said, A SONG. In vain you tell your parting love You wish fair winds may waft him over: Alas! what winds can happy prove That bear me far from what I love? Alas! what dangers on the main SUR LA PRISE DE NAMUR, PAR LES ARMES DU ROI, PAR MONSIEUR BOILEAU DESPREAUX. QUELLE docte et sainte yvresse II. Dans ses chansons immortelles, Tu peux suivre mes transports; La douceur de tes accords. On the taking of NAMUR BY THE KING OF GREAT BRITAIN, 1695. Dulce est desipere in loco. 1. AND II. Some folks are drunk, yet do not know it? So might not Bacchus give you law? Was it a muse, O lofty poet, Or virgin of Saint Cyr, you saw ? Why all this fury? what's the matter, That oaks must come from Thrace to dance? And is there no such wood in France? Pindar, that eagle, mounts the skies, Where sordid int'rest shews the prey. From reason far his transports rove; And Boileau, for eight hundred pieces, Makes Louis take the wall of Jove. Volume I. K |