Songs of the Cavaliers and Roundheads Jacobite Ballads, &c. &c. By George W. Thornbury ... with illustrations by H. S. Marks |
THE WHITE ROSE. |
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THE WHITE ROSE.
At the “Lobster,” in Southwark,
Ten orange cloaks met;
The chairman, a marquis,
At head of them sat.
The Dutch nobles stared
With a coldness that froze
All but the gentleman
Wearing the rose.
Ten orange cloaks met;
The chairman, a marquis,
At head of them sat.
The Dutch nobles stared
With a coldness that froze
All but the gentleman
Wearing the rose.
He sat with his claret,
And never spoke word;
He smiled at the threats
And oaths that he heard,
Till one, flinging his glove,
Asked what weapons he chose:
Then up leaped the gentleman
Wearing the rose.
And never spoke word;
He smiled at the threats
And oaths that he heard,
Till one, flinging his glove,
Asked what weapons he chose:
Then up leaped the gentleman
Wearing the rose.
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Down went the feather
That headed the swords,
Down went the white wigs
Of blue-ribbon'd lords.
The red heels in terror
Of buffets and blows,
Fled from that gentleman
Wearing the rose.
That headed the swords,
Down went the white wigs
Of blue-ribbon'd lords.
The red heels in terror
Of buffets and blows,
Fled from that gentleman
Wearing the rose.
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