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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.
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Queen Eleanor's Confession

QUEEN ELEANOR'S CONFESSION—A

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a. A broadside, London, Printed for C. Bates, at the Sun & Bible in Gilt-spur-street, near Pye-corner, Bagford Ballads, II, No 26, 1685? b. A broadside, Printed for C. Bates, in Pye-corner, Bagford Ballads, I, No 33, 1685? c. Another copy of b, reprinted in Utterson's Little Book of Ballads, p. 22. d. A Collection of Old Ballads, 1723, I, 18.

1

Queen Elenor was a sick woman,
And afraid that she should dye;
Then she sent for two fryars of France,
For to speak with them speedily.

2

The King calld down his nobles all,
By one, by two, and by three,
And sent away for Earl Martial,
For to speak with him speedily.

3

When that he came before the King,
He fell on his bended knee;
‘A boon, a boon! our gracious king,
That you sent so hastily.’

4

‘I'll pawn my living and my lands,
My septer and my crown,
That whatever Queen Elenor says,
I will not write it down.

5

‘Do you put on one fryar's coat,
And I'll put on another,
And we will to Queen Elenor go,
One fryar like another.’

6

Thus both attired then they go;
When they came to Whitehall,
The bells they did ring, and the quiristers sing
And the torches did light them all.

7

When that they came before the Queen,
They fell on their bended knee:

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‘A boon, a boon! our gracious queen,
That you sent so hastily.’

8

‘Are you two fryars of France?’ she said,
‘Which I suppose you be;
But if you are two English fryars,
Then hanged shall you be.’

9

‘We are two fryars of France,’ they said,
‘As you suppose we be;
We have not been at any mass
Since we came from the sea.’

10

‘The first vile thing that ere I did
I will to you unfold;
Earl Martial had my maidenhead,
Underneath this cloath of gold.’

11

‘That is a vile sin,’ then said the king,
‘God may forgive it thee!’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth Earl Martial,
With a heavy heart then spoke he.

12

‘The next vile thing that ere I did
To you I'll not deny;
I made a box of poyson strong,
To poyson King Henry.’

13

‘That is a vile sin,’ then said the King,
‘God may forgive it thee!’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth Earl Martial,
‘And I wish it so may be.’

14

‘The next vile thing that ere I did
To you I will discover;
I poysoned Fair Rosamond,
All in fair Woodstock bower.’

15

‘That is a vile sin,’ then said the King,
‘God may forgive it thee!’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth Earl Martial,
‘And I wish it so may be.’

16

‘Do you see yonders little boy,
A tossing of that ball?
That is Earl Martial['s] eldest son,
And I love him the best of all.

17

‘Do you see yonders little boy,
A catching of the ball?
That is King Henry's son,’ she said,
‘And I love him the worst of all.

18

‘His head is like unto a bull,
His nose is like a boar;’
‘No matter for that,’ King Henry said,
‘I love him the better therefore.’

19

The King pulld of his fryar's coat,
And appeard all in red;
She shriekd and she cry'd, she wrong her hands,
And said she was betrayd.

20

The King lookd over his left shoulder,
And a grim look looked he,
And said, Earl Martial, but for my oath,
Then hanged shouldst thou be.