Fifty years shepherd, and fifty a king/The king and West Countryman

THE KING AND WEST COUNTRYMAN.

There was an old chap in the west country,
A flaw in his lease the lawyers had found;
It were all about a-felling some oak trees,
And building some houses upon his own ground.
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Now this old chap to Lunnun did go,
To tell the King a part of his woe,
Likewise to tell him a part of his grief,
In hopes King George would give him relief.
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Now this old chap to Lunnun did go,
But found the King to Windsor had gone;
But if he had known he’d not been at home,
He domm’d his buttons if ever he’d come.
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Now this old chap to Windsor did go,
But the gates were barred, and all secure;
He humped and thumped with his oaken clump,
There’s room within for I, to be sure.
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Pray, Mr Noble, shew I the King—
What’s that the King that I see there?
I seed a chap at Bartlemy Fair,
Much liker a King than that chap there.

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Pray, Mr. Kiug, how do you do?
I’ze gotten for yon a bit on a jobb’n,
And if you’re so kind, to make you amends,
I’ze gotten a summat in my fobb’n.
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The King he took the lease in hand,
And to sign it he was likewise willing;
And the farmer, to make him a little amends
He lugged out his bag, and gi’d him a shilling,
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The King, to carry on the joke,
He ordered ten pounds to be paid down,
For year and year after, and evermore,
Likewise ten shillings and half-a-crown
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The farmer he stared, and looked very funny,
To take up the cash he was likewise willing;
But if he had known he’d so much money,
He domm’d his wig if he’d gave him the shilling
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