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she strait reply'd agen;

There was two Butts [more] lay at the Door,

why did you not roul them in ?

You had your Freedom and your Will,

as is to you well known;

Therefore I do desire still

for to receive my own.

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But when her Money she had got,

she put it into her Purse,

And clapt her Hand o' the Celler-door,
and said it was never the worse:

Which caused the People all to Laugh,
to see this Vintner fine,

Out-witted by a Country Girl

about his Pipe of Wine.

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[In White-letter. Date about 1698, or earlier.]

London's Triumph.

Crier. "Ye men of Uri, ye do see this cap!
It will be set upon a lofty pole

In Altdorf, in the market-place; and this
Is the Lord Governor's good will and pleasure,
The cap shall have like honour as himself,
And all shall reverence it with bended knee,
And head uncovered; thus the king will know
Who are his true and loyal subjects here.
His life and goods are forfeit to the crown,
That shall refuse obedience to the order.'

Theod. Martin: Schiller's Wilhelm Tell, Act i. sc. 3.

NOT only in London, as in the following ballad is detailed, but

in Dublin and elsewhere, during the lifetime of William of Orange, and even after his death, the recurrence of the 4th and 5th of November was made an occasion of insulting the Catholics by noisy demonstrations of delight. Some places, Guildford for one, secured an unenviable notoriety by rioting under the guise of Loyalty. For the day was held in honour as being the anniversary of William's birth, of his landing in England, and also as being connected with the Gunpowder Plot of 1605. Leaving the ballad to tell its own tale, let us see what resulted in Ireland from the excessive demonstrations of Protestant loyalty.

Even in Ulster, as we are well aware, there has at no time been unanimity in drinking the toast of "the glorious, pious,

and immortal memory," except at a packed meeting of Orangemen, now and again. They would drink it, since 1713, if only to spite Dr. Peter Browne; adding to the toast, on his account, "And a fig for the Bishop of Cork!”

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This Dr. Peter Browne, Bishop of Cork, seems to have been a very worthy and learned man, although opinionated and exacting. He was one of those intolerant spirits who are always keen-sighted in discovering evil where it had not been hitherto suspected. The Bishop (like others, much later, who have become rabid against beards or theatres, here a reredos and there a race-horse) published a succession of volumes against memorial toasts. In 1713 appeared his pamphlet, "Of Drinking in Remembrance of the DEAD. Being the substance of a Discourse delivered to the Clergy of the Diocese of Cork, on the Fourth of November, 1713, by the Bishop of Cork." At London, printed the same year. The date chosen showed how especially he directed his attack against those who wearisomely kept up their potations to the 'g. p. and immortal memory of the Protestant Deliverer!" He was immediately assailed, denounced, and dismissed from the Council; but returned to the charge in 1715 with a "Second Part, answering objections," along with a fresh edition of the Discourse. In 1716 he printed "Another Discourse of Drinking Healths," pp. 217. With strong language of denunciation he proclaimed what he called "that preposterous manner of expressing their regard for the memory of a dead monarch, to be no other than a barefaced Hypocrisie and loathsome Prevarication with God and Man" (p. 38 of first Discourse). He classed it, along with praying for the dead, as a sacrilege and blasphemy. It were well if people did nothing worse than any of these things. His arguments persuaded but few; but those who persisted in the custom of drinking to the memory of the dead now added to their toast-" And a fig for the Bishop of Cork!" So, after a sort, he achieved fame and immortality.

But many of the Dublin boys continued for a long time to show their political grudges. After the statue of King William was erected (on which criminals generally turned their back, when about to suffer), it met with treatment of a peculiarly disrespectful character. One event of this sort is related in an

This statue of William III., with its back turned insultingly towards the College, was erected on the Green, at the expense of the City of Dublin, and inaugurated with great display on July 1st, 1701. It was of lead, supported by iron framework. "From the year 1690, the 4th of November, being the anniversary of the birth and landing of William III. in England, was annually observed in Dublin with great solemnity."

On the 25th June, 1710, the King's face was covered with mud, and the

historical ballad of singular importance. We copy from a single-sheet "slip," in the British Museum collection; but, as Bishop Percy used to write, "corrected by a copy in our Folio Manuscript": only our MS. happens to be quarto. It may have belonged to John Philpott Curran. The tune to which it is

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statue deprived of sword and truncheon. A hundred pounds reward was offered for the discovery of the perpetrators, and King William "of glorious memory was repaired at the expense of the Corporation. Three persons were punished for this offence in 1710, two of them being expelled from the University, condemned in a fine of one hundred pounds a piece, and to do penance for half an hour before the statue, with an inscription, I stand here for defacing the statue of our glorious deliverer, the late King William." But all this sufficed not to secure its safety. For again, on the 11th of October, 1714, "some profligate persons, disaffected to His Majesty's Government [George I.], did in the night-time offer great indignities to the memory of King William, by taking out and breaking the truncheon in his statue." Another reward of £100 was offered, but quite in vain, for discovery of the offenders. Continual insults being offered to it, the statue was taken down, in 1765, and re-erected on a loftier pedestal, to be beyond the reach of aggressors. The Orange Association, founded in 1795, brought it again into peril by making demonstrations around it in defiance of enemies. It was annually coloured white, decorated with Orange lilies, and "with a flaming cloak and sash; the horse was caparisoned with Orange streamers, and a bunch of green and white ribbons was symbolically placed beneath its uplifted foot. The railings were also painted orange and blue; and every person who passed through College-green on these occasions was obliged to take off his hat to the statue." -J. T. Gilbert's History of the City of Dublin, iii. 42.

Such enforced bowing to a Gesler's cap naturally provoked reprisals. In 1798 the sword was again wrenched away, and decapitation attempted by one Walter Cox, Editor of the Irish Magazine. But it was on the night of Saturday, 3rd November, 1805, that the boldest and cleverest of the attacks was made. it is this which is celebrated in the ballad now given.

It is in a folio volume of "slip-ballads," single sheets, the British Museum Press-mark being "1871, F."; p. 9. It is evidently a late reprint (showing its continued popularity), with three final verses of no merit, which do not appear in other copies known to us. We give them, in a footnote, for completeness. It has not the opening verse. The ballad gives a faithful account of what happened. The authorship was not unknown to friends. On the night in question, a painter came boldly to the watchman who guarded the memorial, stating that "he had been sent by the city decorator to prepare the statue for the approaching ceremony, adding that the apprehended violence of the people had rendered it advisable to have it performed at night. Having gained access to the monument, the artist plied his brush industriously for some time, and, on descending, requested the watchman to take care of the painting utensils left on the statue, while he repaired to his employer's warehouse for some material necessary to complete the decoration. The night, however, passed away without the return of the painter; and at daybreak on Sunday the statue was found completely covered with an unctuous black pigment composed of tar and grease, most difficult to remove; the vessel which had contained the mixture being suspended from a halter tied round the King's neck." "The adventurous artist was never discovered, and the affair was chronicled,' says Mr. Gilbert, "in a street ballad, to the air of the old Dublin gaol song, "The night before Larry was stretched."" The latter is generally attributed to Robt. Burroughs, Dean of Cork; The Univ. Songster, iii. 140 assigns it to Curran.

sung is known as "The night before Larry was stretched." It is entitled "KING WILLIAM'S BIRTHDAY.”

[ERE'S a song, oft in Dublin 'tis heard,

HWhen the Orangeman's Toast is there given,

Of what happened, November the third,

To Bill's statue (some doubt he's in heaven):
They talk of his "Memory," so much,

(Sure, good liquor goes down well without it!)
For my part, I'm not fond of the Dutch,
But I'll tell you the truth, divel doubt it:
For many can swear it's no lie.

The night before Billy's birth-day,

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Some friend of the Dutchman came to him,

And though he expected no pay,

He told the brave watch-man he'd "do him:"

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"For," said he, "I must have him in style;

The job is not wonderful heavy,

And I'd rather sit up for a while

Than see him undress'd at the levée,
For he was the broth of a boy."

Then up to his highness he goes,
And with tar he anointed his body;

So that, when the morning arose,
He look'd like a sweep in a noddy.

It fitted him just to the skin,

Wherever the journeyman stuck it;

And after committing the sin,

"Have an eye," said he, "Watch, to the bucket,
For I have not done with him yet."

The birth-day being now very nigh,

And swaddling clothes made for the hero,

A painter was sent for, to try

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To white-wash the face of this Ne'ro.

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1 A stanch Orange watchman, beyond suspicion of guile.

2 British Museum slip copy (no date or printer's name) misprints this "dust,"

and continues unauthorizedly thus:

The Papists, the Papists, they cried,

See how they have bedaub'd our darling,

When that their loyalty's tried,

It's never found out to be sterling;

One of the blackest of crimes

That ever these villains invented,
Its like there's no spunk in the time[s],
Or else we should make them repent it,

And send them to Connaught or h―.

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