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<HEAD>The famous Flower of SERVING-MEN.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">OR, The Lady turn'd Serving-Man.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>Her Lord being &s;lain, her Father dead,</L>
<L>Her Bower robb'd, her Servants fled;</L>
<L>She dre&s;t her &s;elf in Mans attire:</L>
<L>She trimm'd her Locks, &s;he cut her Hair;</L>
<L>And therewithal &s;he chang'd her Name,</L>
<L>From Fair ELISE to Sweet WILLIAM.</L>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>To a delicate new Tune, Or, Flora farewel. Summer time. Or, Loves Tide.</OPENER>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>YOu beauteous Ladies great and &s;mall,</L>
<L>I write unto you one and all,</L>
<L>Whereby that you may under&s;tand</L>
<L>What I have &s;uffered in this Land.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I was by birth a Lady fair,</L>
<L>My Fathers chief and onely Heir.</L>
<L>But when my good old Father dy'd,</L>
<L>Then was I made a young Knights Bride.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And then my Love built me a Bower,</L>
<L>Bedeckt with many a fragrant flower;</L>
<L>A braver Bower you never did &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Then my true Lover built for me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But there came Thieves late in the night,</L>
<L>They broke my Bower, and &s;lew my Knight,</L>
<L>And after that my Knight was &s;lain,</L>
<L>I could no longer there remain:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For my &s;ervants all from me did fly,</L>
<L>I'th mid&s;t of my extremity,</L>
<L>And left me by my &s;elf alone,</L>
<L>With a heart more cold then any &s;tone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet though my heart was full of grief &amp; care,</L>
<L>Heaven would not &s;uffer me to de&s;pair,</L>
<L>Wherefore in ha&s;te I chang'd my name,</L>
<L>From fair <HI>Eli&s;e</HI> to &s;weet <HI>William.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And therewithall I cut my hair,</L>
<L>And dre&s;t my &s;elf in Mans attire;</L>
<L>My Doublet, Ho&s;e, and Beaver Hat,</L>
<L>And a golden Band about my Neck.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With a &s;ilver Raypier by my &s;ide,</L>
<L>So like a Gallant I did ride:</L>
<L>The thing that I delighted on,</L>
<L>Was for to be a Serving-man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus in my &s;umptuous mans array,</L>
<L>I bravely rode along the way;</L>
<L>And at the la&s;t it chanced &s;o,</L>
<L>That I unto the Kings Court did go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then to the King I bowed full low,</L>
<L>My love and duty for to &s;how,</L>
<L>And &s;o much favour I did crave,</L>
<L>That I a Serving-mans place might have.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>The Second Part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>STand up brave Youth the King reply'd,</L>
<L>Thy &s;ervice &s;hall not be deny'd:</L>
<L>But tell me fir&s;t what thou can&s;t do,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be fitted thereunto.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wilt thou be V&s;her of my Hall,</L>
<L>To wait upon my Nobles all?</L>
<L>Or wilt thou be Ta&s;ter of my Wine,</L>
<L>To wait on me when I do dine?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or wilt thou be my Chamberlain,</L>
<L>To make my Bed both &s;oft and fine:</L>
<L>Or wilt thou be one of my Guard,</L>
<L>And I will give thee thy reward.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sw&eacute;et <HI>William</HI> with a &s;miling face,</L>
<L>Said to the King, If't plea&s;e your Grace,</L>
<L>To &s;hew &s;uch favour unto me,</L>
<L>Your Chamberlain I fain would be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The King then did his Nobles call,</L>
<L>To ask the Coun&s;el of them all;</L>
<L>Who gave con&s;ent &s;weet <HI>William</HI> he,</L>
<L>The Kings own Chamberlain &s;hould be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now mark what &s;trange things come to pa&s;s</L>
<L>As the King one day a hunting was,</L>
<L>With all his Lords and noble train,</L>
<L>Sweet <HI>William</HI> did at home remain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sweet <HI>William</HI> had no company than</L>
<L>With him at home, but an old man;</L>
<L>And when he &s;aw the coa&s;t was clear,</L>
<L>He took a Lute which he had there.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vpon the Lute &s;weet <HI>William</HI> plaid.</L>
<L>And to the &s;ame he &s;ang and &s;aid,</L>
<L>With a plea&s;ant and mo&s;t noble voice,</L>
<L>Which made the old mans heart rejoyce.</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="song">
<HEAD>Sweet Williams Song.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MY Father was as brave a Lord,</L>
<L>As any <HI>Europe</HI> did afford;</L>
<L>My Mother was a Lady bright,</L>
<L>My Husband was a valiant Knight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And I my &s;elf a Lady gay,</L>
<L>Bedeckt with gorgeous rich array:</L>
<L>The brave&s;t Lady in the Land</L>
<L>Had not more plea&s;ures to command.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I had my Mu&s;ick every day,</L>
<L>Harmonious Le&s;&s;ons for to play:</L>
<L>I had my Virgins fair and fr&eacute;e</L>
<L>Continually to wait on me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now alas my Husband is dead,</L>
<L>And all my Friends are from me fled:</L>
<L>My former joyes are pa&s;t and gone,</L>
<L>For I am now a Serving-man,</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>The End of Sweet Williams Song.</TRAILER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At la&s;t the King from hunting came,</L>
<L>And pre&s;ently upon the &s;ame</L>
<L>He called for the good old man:</L>
<L>And thus to &s;peak the King began.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What news, what news, old man (quoth he)</L>
<L>What news ha&s;t thou for to tell me;</L>
<L>Brave news the old man then did &s;ay,</L>
<L>Sw&eacute;et <HI>William</HI> is a Lady gay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If this be true thou telle&s;t me,</L>
<L>Ile make th&eacute;e a Lord of high degr&eacute;e:</L>
<L>But if thy words do prove a lye,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be hang'd up pre&s;ently.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when the truth the King had found,</L>
<L>His joyes did more and more abound;</L>
<L>According as the old man did &s;ay,</L>
<L>Sw&eacute;et <HI>William</HI> was a Lady gay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wherefore the King without delay</L>
<L>Put her on glorious rich array,</L>
<L>And upon her head a Crown of Gold,</L>
<L>Which was mo&s;t famous to behold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And then for fear of further &s;trife,</L>
<L>He took &s;w&eacute;et <HI>William</HI> to his Wife:</L>
<L>The like before was never &s;&eacute;en,</L>
<L>A Serving-man to be a Qu&eacute;en.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>L. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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