A lamentable ballad of a combate lately performed neer [sic] London, between Sir James Steward, and Sir George Wharton knights: who were both slain at that time. Tune is, Down Plumpton Park, &c.

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A lamentable ballad of a combate lately performed neer [sic] London, between Sir James Steward, and Sir George Wharton knights: who were both slain at that time. Tune is, Down Plumpton Park, &c.
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London, :: Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.
[between 1663 and 1674]
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Subject terms
Wharton, George -- Sir, fl. 1687. -- Poetry.
Steward, James -- Sir -- Poetry.
Ballads, English -- 17th century.
Broadsides -- England -- 17th century.
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"A lamentable ballad of a combate lately performed neer [sic] London, between Sir James Steward, and Sir George Wharton knights: who were both slain at that time. Tune is, Down Plumpton Park, &c." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/B04109.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 25, 2024.

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The second Part,

to the same Tune.
Young wharton was the first yt came, to the appointed place the next day Who presently spi'd Sir James comming as fast as be could post awa: And being met in manly sort, the Scottish Knight did to VVharton say I do not like thy doublet George, it sits so clear on thee to day.
Hast thou no privy Armour on, nor yet no privy coat of steel, I ne'r saw Lord in all my Life, become a doublet half so well. Now nay, now nay, stout VVharton said, Sir James Steward that may not be, I'le not an armed man come hither, and thou a naked man truly.
Our men shall strip one doublets George, so shall we know whether of us Lye: And then we'l to our weapons sharp, out selves true Gallants for to try: Then they stript off their doublets fair, standing up in their shirts of Lawn, Follow my counsel the Scotchman said, and wharton to thee i'le make known.
Now follow my counsel, i'le follow thine, and we'l fight in out shirts (said he, Now nay, now nay, young VVharton said Sir Iames Steward that may not be. Vnless we were drunkards and quarrellers that had no care of our fell, Nor caring what we go about, or whether our souls go to heaven or hell.
We'l first to God bequeath our souls, then next our Corps to dust and clay, With that stout VVharton was the first, took Rapier and Poniard there that day. Seven thrusts in turns these gallants has before one drop of blood was drawn: The Scottish Knight then speak valiantly stout VVharton still thou holdst thy own.
Wth the next thrust that VVharton thrust he ran him through the shou'der bone: The next was through the thick o'th thigh thinking he had the Scotch Kt. slain. Then wharton said to the Scottish Knight are you a living man? tell me, If there be a Surgeon in England can, he shall cure your wounds right spéedily.
Now nay, now nay, ye Scotch Knight said, Sir George wharton that may not be, The one of us shall the other kill, e're off this ground that we do flie: Then in a maze Sir George lookt back, to see what company was nigh; They both had dangerous marks of death, yet neither would from other flie.
But both through body wounded sore, with courage lusty strong and sound: They made a deadly desperate close, and both fell dead unto the ground. Our English Knight was first that fell, the Scottish Knight fell immediately. Who cryed both to Iesus Christ, receive our souls, O Lord we die.
God bless our Noble King and Queen, and all the Noble Progeny: That Brittain all may live in one, in perfect love and unity. Thus to conclude I make an end, wishing that quarrels still may cease: And that we still may live in love, in prosperous state, in joy and peace.
FINIS.
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