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A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
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folio 12 verso || folio 13 recto
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Soe did they not build upward but dig thorough, As hermits caues or conies doe their burrough, Great vnderminers sure as any where Tis thought the pouder Traytors practis'd there, Would you not thinke that men stood one their heads, When gardens couer houses their like leads. And one the chimnies top the maide may know Whether the pottage boile or not below. There cast in hearbes, & salt, and bread, her meate Contented rather with the smoake then heate. This was the rockie parrish, higher stoode Churches & houses buildings of stone & wood. Crosses not yet demolish't & our Lady With her owne arms embracing her young babie hole Where let vs note though these are Northerne parts The cros finds in them more then Southerne hearts. The castle nent: but what shall wee reporte Of that which is a ruin was a fort. The gates 2. statues keepe which are To whome it seemes committed as the care. Of the whole dounfale: If it be your falte If you are guiltie may King David s vault or Mortimer s darke sell conteine you both, A iust reward for soe prophane a sloth. Or 13 And if hereafter tidings shall bee brought Of anie place or office to bee bought And the Cost lead or Vmbedge timber yet Shall pass by your consents to purchase it. May your deformed trunckes endure the edge Of axe [s] , feeds. the beetle & the wedge. May all the ballats bee cald in & die Which Sing the warrs of Colebrand & S i r Guy O you that doe Eildhale, & Holmbrie keepe Soe faithfully when both the founders sleepe. You are good gyants & partake noe Shame, With these two worthless truncks of Nottingame . Looke to your seuerall charges wee must goe, Though greiued at heart to leaue a castle soe. The Bulhead is the word & wee must eate, Noe Sorrow can descend soe deepe as meat. Soe to the Inne wee came, where our best cheare Was that his grace of Yorcke had lodged there. Hee was obiected to vs when wee call Or dislik't ought my lords grace answered all. Hee was contented with this bread, this diet That keepes our discontented Stomacks quiet. The Inkeeper was oulde 4 score allmost Indeed an Embleme rather then an host In whoe wee read how time & Gods decree To honer thriuing ostlers Such as hee For
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