The royall oak: or, The wonderfull travels, miraculous escapes, strange accidents of his sacred majesty King Charles the second. How from Worcester fight by a good hap, our royall king made an escape ... To the tune of, In my freedom is all my joy. Wade, John, fl. 1660-1680. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06730 of text R186100 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W68A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06730 Wing W68A ESTC R186100 47012701 ocm 47012701 174668 2240889465

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06730) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 174668) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2694:8) The royall oak: or, The wonderfull travels, miraculous escapes, strange accidents of his sacred majesty King Charles the second. How from Worcester fight by a good hap, our royall king made an escape ... To the tune of, In my freedom is all my joy. Wade, John, fl. 1660-1680. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed for Charles Tyus ..., London, : [between 1660 and 1664] Contains 3 illustrations. Date of publication taken from Wing (2nd ed.) Right half-sheet contains: The second part, to the same tune. Signed at end: J. W. Reproduction of original in: University of Glasgow. Library. eng Charles -- II, -- King of England, 1630-1685 -- Poetry. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The royall oak: or, The wonderfull travells, miraculous escapes, strange accidents of his sacred Majesty King Charles the Second. How from Worcester s J. W 1660 2 910 2 0 0 0 0 0 21.98 C The rate of 21.98 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-06 Sampled and proofread 2008-12 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Royall Oak : OR , The wonderfull travells , miraculous escapes , strange accidents of his sacred Majesty King Charles the Second . How from Worcester fight by good hap , Our Royall King made an escape ; How he dis-rob'd himself of things that precious were , And with a knife cut off his curled hair ; How a hollow Oak his palace was as then , And how King Charles became a serving-man To the Tune of , in my freedom is all my Joy .

COme friends and unto me draw near A sorrowfull dity you shall hear , You that deny your lawfull Prince Let Conscience now your faults convince , And now in love and not in fear , Now let his Presence be your joy , whom God in mercy would not destroy The relation that here I bring Concerning Charles our Royall King , Through what dangers he hath past And is proclaimed King at last ; The Princes sorrows we will sing Which the fates sorely did anoy and God in mercy would not destroy . After Worcester most fatall fight When that King Charles was put flight , When many men their lives laid down To bring their Soveraign to the Crown , The which was a most glorious sight ; Great was his Majesties convoy whom God in mercy would not destroy . In Worcester battle fierce and hot , His horse twice under him was shot ; And by a wise and prudent thrift To save his life was forc'd to shift , Without difficulty it was not : Providence did him safely convey whom God in mercy would not destroy . And being full of discontents Stript off his Princely Ornaments , Thus full of troubles and of cares , A knife cut off his curled hairs , Whereby the hunters he prevents : God did in mercy him convoy So that they could not him destroy . A chain of gold he gave away Worth thrée hundred pounds that day . In this disguise by honest thrift Command all for themselves to shift , With one friend both night and day : Poor Prince alone to Gods convoy His foes they could not him destroy . These two wandred into a Wood Where a hollow Oak there stood , And for his precious lives dear sake Did of that Oak his palace make , His friend towards night provided food , So their precious lives the did enjoy whom God in mercy would not destroy Lord Willmot most valiant and stout ; He was pursued by the Rout , Was hid in a fiery kiln of Mault And so escaped the Souldiers assault , Which searched all the house about , Not dreaming the kiln was his convoy which God in mercy would not destroy .
The Second Part , To the same Tune .

ANd relates King Charles his miseries , Which forces tears from tender eyes ; Mistrisse Lane entreats him earnestly , For to find out his Majesty , And him to save she would devise , Vnto her house they him convoy , Whom God , &c. King Charles a livery Cloak more than , And became a Servingman , And Westward rode towards the Sea , Intended transported to be , And Mistrisse Lane now please he can , Which was the Kings safest convoy , Whom God , &c. An accident of great renown , As they were for to ride throw a Town , A Troop of Horse stood crosse the stréet ; Then jealousie the King did gréet , And Fortune seem'd on him to frown , He thought the Fates would him annoy , Whom God in mercy , &c. The Captain commanded his men , To th' Right and Left to open then , For harmlesse Travellers he them did take And an intervall for them did make , And so they passed on again Vnto King Charles's no small joy . Whom God , &c. His Mistresse coming to her In Left William her man in the Kitchin ; The Cook maid askt where he was born , And what Trade that he did learn : To frame his excuse he did begin , Thus his sorrow was turnd to joy , Whom God , &c. To answer mild he thus begun , At Brumigam a Nailers son : Then said the maid the Iack stands still , Pray wind it up if that you will , Which he did , suspition to shun , And somewhat did the same annoy , Yet did not the same quite destroy . As those that were by do say He went about it the wrong way , Which angred the Maid the same to sée . She call'd him a clownish Boobée In all my life that ever I saw ; Her railing caus'd him laugh for joy . Whom God , &c. After many wéeks in jeopardy , He was wasted into Normandy , The God of Heaven for his person ca●'d , The Ship-Master had a great reward . Thus the good Prince from hence did fly● , To suffer hardship he was not coy . Which now will be this nations joy .
FINIS . J. W.

London , Printed for Charles Tyus on London-Bridge .