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Poetry.
POETRY .
OLDE KYNGE COLLE .
t From an orjeinal Copy m old English Type , in the possession of Bro . 11 . Sncwmg . }
OLD Kynge Colle Tho' a regall olde sowle , Had a vulgar failing bee , And much hee wished to knowe Whatt benefitt coulde flowe Fro a knowledge of Masonry . For heapes of bricke ancl mortar ,
With sondrie pots of porter , Likewise a short dudee , Whenne hee turned the matter o ' er , Flitted doggedly before , The mynde of his majestie . For Olde Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle ,
And a mery olde sowle was hee , He had an ardent wishe T' have a fingere in the dishe , Wyth the sonnes of Maconrye .
Okie Kynge Colle , Scraching his polle , Wyth an ay re of perplexitie ; Sayd , "I've heard my grandmama Say to my late papa , 'T was nothing but fiddlededee . " Thenne hee whispered in the eare
Of his warie premiere ; " I ' m puzzled verie much d ' yee see , Soe put on youre learned lookes , Doe search the royall bookes , And solve mee this mysterie . " For Olde Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc .
Thenne hee—poor manne—Began to scanne The archives of royaltye : And most diligentlie pored , In the learned duste , ' till bored Verie nearlie to deathe was hee : But at length hee gailie rose ,
Brought his labours to a close , And sayd to his Kynge , sayd hee : — " Unless I am mistaken , 'Tis cabbage , syre , ancl bacon . " " You ' re a foole , " sayd his majestie . For Olde Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc .
" Is yfc not cald By al , " he bawled , " A royall arte ande mysterie : Ancl doe you presume , syr ; To put me in a fume , syr , By poking your funne at mee ? Wolde you class the royall line Of Colleites wyth the swyne ;
You nincompoope , mome , boobie ? Doe you see aniething greene About my royall eien , Shall you prate , syr , of cabbage to mee ? "
For Olde Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc . Thenne olde Kynge Colle Resolved—good sowle ! Thatt a Macon hee wolde bee ; And cry'd , " By Ali Croker ,
I'll brave this pretious poker , As becomes a Kynge lyke mee !" Soe thatt verie same nyghte , Hee received , " the lyghte , " Ancl the recordes of Maconry . Say hee dronke untoe the craffte , Till hee gotte completely dafl ' te , Andasdronke as dronke coulde bee .
For Olde Ivynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc . Olde Kynge Colle , As magnett to the pole , Was trew to Maconry : Swore the climax of delyghte
And intellectual lyghte , Was the knife and forke degree . Ancl he never put on His royall aprone , But hee sayd to the strynges , sayd hee , " Whenne I ' ve dyned , if youre
wholle , My name ' s not Colle . " Oh a mery olde manne was hee . For Okie Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
POETRY .
OLDE KYNGE COLLE .
t From an orjeinal Copy m old English Type , in the possession of Bro . 11 . Sncwmg . }
OLD Kynge Colle Tho' a regall olde sowle , Had a vulgar failing bee , And much hee wished to knowe Whatt benefitt coulde flowe Fro a knowledge of Masonry . For heapes of bricke ancl mortar ,
With sondrie pots of porter , Likewise a short dudee , Whenne hee turned the matter o ' er , Flitted doggedly before , The mynde of his majestie . For Olde Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle ,
And a mery olde sowle was hee , He had an ardent wishe T' have a fingere in the dishe , Wyth the sonnes of Maconrye .
Okie Kynge Colle , Scraching his polle , Wyth an ay re of perplexitie ; Sayd , "I've heard my grandmama Say to my late papa , 'T was nothing but fiddlededee . " Thenne hee whispered in the eare
Of his warie premiere ; " I ' m puzzled verie much d ' yee see , Soe put on youre learned lookes , Doe search the royall bookes , And solve mee this mysterie . " For Olde Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc .
Thenne hee—poor manne—Began to scanne The archives of royaltye : And most diligentlie pored , In the learned duste , ' till bored Verie nearlie to deathe was hee : But at length hee gailie rose ,
Brought his labours to a close , And sayd to his Kynge , sayd hee : — " Unless I am mistaken , 'Tis cabbage , syre , ancl bacon . " " You ' re a foole , " sayd his majestie . For Olde Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc .
" Is yfc not cald By al , " he bawled , " A royall arte ande mysterie : Ancl doe you presume , syr ; To put me in a fume , syr , By poking your funne at mee ? Wolde you class the royall line Of Colleites wyth the swyne ;
You nincompoope , mome , boobie ? Doe you see aniething greene About my royall eien , Shall you prate , syr , of cabbage to mee ? "
For Olde Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc . Thenne olde Kynge Colle Resolved—good sowle ! Thatt a Macon hee wolde bee ; And cry'd , " By Ali Croker ,
I'll brave this pretious poker , As becomes a Kynge lyke mee !" Soe thatt verie same nyghte , Hee received , " the lyghte , " Ancl the recordes of Maconry . Say hee dronke untoe the craffte , Till hee gotte completely dafl ' te , Andasdronke as dronke coulde bee .
For Olde Ivynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc . Olde Kynge Colle , As magnett to the pole , Was trew to Maconry : Swore the climax of delyghte
And intellectual lyghte , Was the knife and forke degree . Ancl he never put on His royall aprone , But hee sayd to the strynges , sayd hee , " Whenne I ' ve dyned , if youre
wholle , My name ' s not Colle . " Oh a mery olde manne was hee . For Okie Kynge Colle Was a mery olde sowle , etc ,