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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Frolicksome Duke, or the Tinker's Good Fortune</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To the tune of <br>Fond Boy<br>'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now as fame does report, a young duke keeps a court,<br>One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport:<br>But amongst all the rest, here is one I protest,<br>Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest:<br>A poor tinker he found, lying drunk on the ground,<br>As secure in a sleep as if laid in a swound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The duke said to his men, 'William, Richard, Ben,<br>Take him home to my palace, we'll sport with him then.'<br>O'er a horse he was laid, and with care soon convey'd<br>To the palace, altho' he was poorly arrai'd:<br>Then they stript off his cloaths, both his shirt, shoes, and hose,<br>And they put him to bed for to take his repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having pull'd off his shirt, which was all over durt,<br>They did give him clean holland, this was no great hurt:<br>On a bed of soft down, like a lord of renown,<br>They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown.<br>In the morning, when day, then admiring he lay,<br>For to see the rich chamber, both gaudy and gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,<br>Till at last knights and squires they on him did wait;<br>And the chamberlain bare, then did likewise declare,<br>He desired to know what apparel he'd ware:<br>The poor tinker amaz'd, on the gentleman gaz'd,<br>And admired how he to this honour was rais'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Th' he seem'd something mute, yet he chose a rich suit,<br>Which he straitways put on without longer dispute,<br>With a star on his side, which the tinker offt ey'd,<br>And it seem'd for to swell him 'no' little with pride;<br>For he said to himself, 'Where is Joan my sweet wife?<br>Sure she never did see me so fine in her life.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From a convenient place, the right duke, his good grace,<br>Did observe his behaviour in every case.<br>To a garden of state, on the tinker they wait,<br>Trumpets sounding before him: thought he, this is great.<br>Where an hour or two, pleasant walks he did view,<br>With commanders and squires in scarlet and blew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fine dinner was drest, both for him and his guests;<br>He was plac'd at the table above all the rest,<br>In a rich chair 'or bed,' lin'd with fine crimson red,<br>With a rich golden canopy over hi shead:<br>As he sat at his meat, the musick play'd sweet,<br>With the choicest of singing his joys to compleat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine,<br>Rich canary, with sherry and tent superfine.<br>Like a right honest soul, faith, he took off his bowl,<br>Till at last he began for to tumble and roul<br>From his chair to the floor, where he sleeping did snore,<br>Being seven times drunker than ever before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the duke did ordain, they should strip him amain,<br>And restore him his old leather garments again:<br>'Twas a point next the worst, yet perform it they must,<br>And they carry'd him strait, where they found him at first,<br>Then he slept all the night, as indeed well he might;<br>But when he did waken, his joys took their flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For his glory 'to him' so pleasant did seem,<br>That he thought it to be but a meer golden dream;<br>Till at length he was brought to the duke, where he sought<br>For a pardon, as fearing he had set him at nought.<br>But his highness he said, 'Thou'rt a jolly bold blade:<br>Such a frolick before I think never never was plaid.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak,<br>Which he gave for the sake of this frolicksome joak,<br>Nay, and five hundred pound, with ten acres of ground:<br>'Thou shalt never,' said he, 'range the counteries round,<br>Crying old brass to mend, for I'll be thy good friend,<br>Nay, and Joan thy sweet wife shall my duchess attend.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the tinker reply'd, 'What! must Joan my sweet bride<br>Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride?<br>Must we have gold and land ev'ry day at command?<br>Then I shall be a squire, I well understand.<br>Well I thank your good grace, and your love I embrace;<br>I was never before in so happy a case.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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Now as fame does report, a young duke keeps a court,
One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport:
But amongst all the rest, here is one I protest,
Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest:
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