Chapter XI: Part III (2)

She is a beauty I do declare,
She came from Highchurch in Shropshire;
She was an angel in my eye,
Which caused me from my colours to fly.

Long time I courted her for her love,
But she would never constant prove;
A thought then I did entertain,
To cross the roaring ocean main.

But when I was upon the seas,
I could not have one moment's ease;
For she was daily in my sigh,
Which made me from my colours to fly.

But when I did return again,
I went unto this youthful dame,
Desiring she would not disdain
A bleeding heart and dying swain.

"Stenson," said she, "I pray forbear,
I know that you a deserter are,
And if my parents come to know,
They sure would prove your overthrow."

When I heard she made this reply,
I from her arms did swiftly fly,
And with a kiss I took my leave,
Although I'm bound a captive slave.

At Woolaton near Nottingham
I put my trust in a false man,
I took him for my friend to be,
But he, like Judas, betrayed me.

Then a court marshall there was call'd,
And I was brought amongst them all,
And for deserting they did me try,
And they condemned me for to die.

Oh Lord, oh Lord, it grieved me sore
To lay my bones on an Irish shore;
One General Pearcey he did cry,
"It's by the Law that you must die."

From January to July
Upon the boards and stones I did lie,
Praying to Heavens both night and day
To take this thread of life away.

Oh then bespoke the President,
Hoping of me for to repent,
"I have done the best for you I can,
But O you are a dying man."

Twenty-five days I had to live,
And bread and water I did receive;
The Clergyman came twice a day,
And for my soul did daily pray.

But at that time from England came
The Duke of Devonshire by name,
Our Lord Lieutenant for to be,
And he from death did set me free.

And when this Lord appeared in land,
I wrote to him with my own hand,
Desiring that his Grace would save
A dying mortal from the grave.

But when he looked these lines upon,
And saw I was his own countryman,
He said, "I'll ease him of his care,
And send him home into Derbyshire."

Oh then he gave a strict command
For to release me out of hand;
A free discharge to me he gave,
And so his Grace my life did save.

So whilst I live I'm in duty bound
To kneel and pray upon the ground,
That when I die without control,
Sweet Jesus may receive my soul.

You soldiers all, where e'er you be,
And hear of this my misery,
I beg you'll warning take by me,
And so I end my tragedy.
FINIS.

_The Beggar's Ramble._

There are at least three or four different versions of the "Ramble;" or rather I should say there are at least three or four different metrical "Rambles" through Derbyshire, of this character. I give two. The first I reprint from a broad-sheet, and the second from an old MS. copy, both in my own collection. The allusions to places, persons, inns, &c., in the county, are curious and interesting.

Hark ye well, my neighbours all, and pray now can you tell
Which is the nearest way unto the Begger's Well?
There is Eaton, and Toten, and Brancot on the hill,
There's Beggerly Beeston, and lousy Chilwell.

There's Trowel, and there's Cosel, from there to Cimberly Knowl,
I would have call'd at Watnall, but I thought it would not do,
There's Beaver, and there's Hansley, & so for Perkin Wood,
I meant to have call'd at Selson, but there ale is not good.

There's Snelson green, and Pinstone green, and Blackwell old hall,
An old place where I had lived I had a mind to call;
I got a good refreshment, and something else beside,
So turning up the closes, South Normanton I 'spied.

There's Blackwell, and there's Newton, from there to Marrot Moor,
There's Tipshall, and there's Hardstaff, where I had been before,
I cross o'er Hardstaff Common, from there to Pilsley lane
Where once a noted butcher lived, Geo. Holland was his name.

There's Wingfield, and Tupton, from there to the Claycross,
From there I went to Chesterfield,--was almost cut to loss,
There's Asher, and there's Firbeck, and Stretton on the hill,
There's Hickam, and Oakerthorpe, and so for Wiremill.

There's Brankenfield, & Wessenton, from there to Morat Moor,
There's Pentrich, and Alfreton, where I had been before,
There's Swanick, and Ripley, then to the hillocks I came,
From there to Denby Common, for to see old Dolly Green.

There's Denby and Bottlebrook, from there to the Lane ends,
From there I went to Horseley, in hopes to meet a friend,
So turning down Coxbench, I made a sudden stop,
Thinks I I'll up the closes go, for Potters of th' hill top.

In Woodhouse lane, as I've been told, they used to get good coal,
And Stansby is a pretty place, and so for the Dob hole,
There's the Justice room, and Smalley Bell, likewise the Rose
and Crown,
And at Morley Smithey, I've been told there lives one Saml. Brown.

There's Morley, and Stansby, and so for Lockey Grange,
There's Spondon and Ockbrook, and so for Chaddeson came;
There's Ferby, and Breadsall, and so for Alestree,
From there to Little Eaton went, George Milward for to see.

There's Duffield down by Derwent side, & Milford, in a line,
There's Belper, and there's Shottle, if I can get there in time;
There's Turnditch, and Kirk Ireton, and so for Cross-in hand,
And when I got to Wardgate, I was almost at a stand.

There's Hollington and Middleton by Youlgrave I've heard tell,
There's Bonsal and there's Winster, from and to Bakewell,
There's Wardlemire & Uckler, from there to Hoyland came,
And when that I did thither get, I began to feel quite lame.

There's Calver, & there's Rowsley, that most delightful place,
From there went to Chatsworth, the mansion of his Grace;
There's Darley Dale, & Matlock, where I once stopt a week,
There's Cromford, & Wirksworth, & Ashbourn in the Peak.

There's Ashbourn Green, & Hognaston, and so for Atlow-win,
Then on by Shepherd Folly, and from there to Ginglers' Inn.
There's Yeldersly, and Alderwasley, and Langley, and Longford,
There's Brailford, and Mugington, and Weston Underwood.

There's Quarndon, and Markeaton, oft times I have heard tell,
From there I went to Kedleston, where there is a useful well;
And at Windy Mill, I do sure you very pleasant looks,
If you will only stop and drink with Honest Puss-in-Boots.

There's Darley by Derby, for that is a shady bower,
And Derby is a county town; there's handsome Micklover.
There's Litlover, and Mackworth, and so for Etwell I went,
Until at last I did arrive at Burton-upon-Trent.

There's Findon, and Repton, and Ashton also,
And there's another little place, I think they call Shardlow;
There's Elvaston, and Allvaston, I have travelled o'er and o'er,
There's wind mills and south mills, and Barrow-upon-Soar.

There's Swarston Bridge and Smalley Bridge, as plain it doth appear,
There's Keyworth, and Hathenturns, that lieth very near,
There's Sheepshead, and Thingstun, and Whitrick also
Across the Sherwood Forest, and from there to Loughborough.

There's Gotham rare for wisdom, and Bunny's rare for game,
There's Clifton Grove and Rudington, Wilford down the lane;
There's Cropwell, and there's Ratliffe, and Bridgeford on the hill,
There's Gunthorpe, and Calthorpe, and Overington Mill.

There's Southwell, and Westhorpe, and Eperston so green,
There's Lowtom and Burton Joice, and Bulcott lies between,
There's Lambley, and Woodborough, from there to Calverton,
And there's a place at Arnold, they call it Foxen Den.

There's Redhill and Maperly hills, from there to Thornywood,
Where once a noted robber lived, his name was Robin Hood;
There's Gedling, and Carlton, as plainly it does appear,
There's Keyworth, and Hatherturns, that lieth very near.

There's Lenton, and Radford, and so for Bobber's Mill,
There's Hyson Green, and Basford, and so for Sinder hill;
There's Broxter, and there's Nuttel, and Greasley lieth nigh,
There's Giltbrook, and Newthorpe, from there to Beggerley.

There's Moregreen and Nether Green, where lives a man of sport,
And Eastwood is a pretty place of trade and resort;
And at Langley Mill I stopt a while, to see a noble fight,
And when I came to Brunsley Gin, thinks I I'll light my pipe.

There's Oldacre and Bentley, and so for the lime kilns,
There's Woodend, and Heaner, and famous Tag Hill,
There's Lee lane, and Marpole, where lives one Mr. Clay,
There's Shipley, and Shipley wood, and so for Cotnermay.

And there's another little place, if I am not mistaken,
I think some people call it Mapley by name,
There's Little Hallam, and Hilson, and so for Gallows Inn,
And when I came to Sandacre I was looken very thin.

There's Stapleford, and Risley, and Dracott also,
At last I came to Breaston, where I wish'd for long ago,
So I hope these lines which I have wrote no one they will offend,
For at every door there stands a whore, at Leak Town end.

_The Beggar's Ramble._

Come hark you well, my masters, pray can you me tell
Which is the nearest road unto the beggar's wells?
There's Shoobottams of Womfords, and Bessicks in the Flash,
There's ropemakers of Mansfield, and Dales of bordbast.

There's Sigsmore and Staysmore, and Clackmore so rough,
There's Winster and Cotsworth, and merry Locksclough;
There's Longnor and Buxton, and outerside the shade,
From thence you may go to Leechurch[94] and call at the west gaites.

There's Caldon and Caulton, there's the waterfall and grinn,
And these are four of the foulest places that ever man was in;
There's Haymore by Ashbourn, and then to the Peak Hills,
For Wool and Lead is the chiefest thing that the country yields.

There's Oaker[95] Hall and Blesford Hall,[96] and Mappleton in
the sands,
There's Thorpe Cloud and Bentley, and at Tissington lies good land;
There's Parrich[97] and Braston,[98] there's Bradburn and Wet
Wilnn,[99]
There's Hopton and Carsdale, Park Nook and Pusses Inn.[100]

There's Middleton and Cromford, and so to Gosley bank,
And if you taste of Wirksworth ale it's sure to make you drunk;
There's Hognaston and Atlow, and Atlor in the fall,
And from thence you may go to Bradley, and there's a pretty hall.

There's Marston and Mugginton and Allestree and Quarn,
And in that pretty country there does grow good corn;
There's Donington and Diseworth, and Breedon-on-the-Hill,
And from thence you go to Newton, and so to the King's Mills.

There's Mackworth and Marton,[101] and so to the Nun's Green,
There's Harehill and Hogdeston, a little way between;
There's Longford and Mammaton, and so to Harton forge,
And from thence you may go to Tidbury,[102] and in at the old George.

There's Foston and Roston, and so to Darley moor,
There's Yeavely and Radgley, and thence you may be sure
For why I did ramble to the far end of the town,
And there's a pretty landlady that keeps the Rose and Crown.

At Ellaston and Wooton, and at Stanton there's good ale,
And from thence you may go to Swinsor and Pantons in the Dale;
There's Crumpwood and Prestwood, and Rosemary hill,
There's Wotten Lodge and Alton Lodge, and so on to the Wire Mill.

There's Alton and Farley, and Rempstone so high,
There's Cheadle and Oakamoor is a little hard by;
There's Quicksall and Rosley[103] and Camebridge beyond,
And from thence you may go to Utcetter,[104] and there lies
good land.

There's Eaton and Crapnidge and Perwolt in the clay,
There's Stramshall and Bramshall and merry Loxley,
There's Overton and Netherton, and Bramest and Fole,
There's Leechurch and Park Hall, and Checkley-in-the-hole.

There's Dubberidge and Blyfield, and so to Coloten Green,
There's Boslem[105] and Handley[106] green a little way between,
For potmen and great carriers they bear the bell away,
But the old stock of Borleyash is quite gone to decay.

FOOTNOTES:

[94] Query Ludchurch.

[95] Okeover Hall.

[96] Brailsford.

[97] Parwich.

[98] Brassington.

[99] Wilne.

[100] "Puss-in-boots" at Windley.

[101] Markeaton.

[102] Tutbury.

[103] Rodsley.

[104] Uttoxeter.

[105] Burslem.

[106] Hanley.

_Henry and Clara._

_A PEAK BALLAD._

In the middle of last century as brutal and cold-blooded a murder as ever disgraced the annals of this kingdom was perpetrated in the Winnats (a corruption of "wind gates") at Castleton, the victims being a young gentleman and lady of "gentle," if not of "noble," blood, on their wedding-day, and the murderers being five miners of the place. The following ballad, the production, in his early days, of my late brother, the Rev. Arthur George Jewitt,[107] was printed by him in his "_Wanderings of Memory_," in 1815. The following explanatory note appears in "_Wanderings of Memory_:"--

"In the year 1768,[108] a young gentleman and lady, each mounted on a fine horse, but unattended by any servants, had been up to the Chapel of Peak Forest to be married, (as being extra-parochial, the Vicar at that time exercised the same privilege as the parson of Gretna Green, and married any couple that came to him, without making any impertinent enquiries concerning them,) and on their return, wishing to take Castleton in their way home, and being strangers in the country, found themselves benighted at the Winnats." "Here they were seized by five miners, dragged into a barn, robbed of a great sum of money, and then murdered. In vain the lady sought them to spare her husband; vainly he strove to defend his wife. While one part of them were employed in cutting the gentleman's throat, another of the villains, stepping behind the lady, struck a pick-axe into her head, which instantly killed her. Their horses were found, some days after, with their saddles and bridles still on them, in that great waste called Peak Forest; and Eldon Hole was examined for their riders, but without effect. They were then taken to Chatsworth, (the Duke of Devonshire being Lord of the Manor,) and ran there as '_waifs_,' but never were claimed, and it is said the saddles are yet preserved there. This murder, thus perpetrated in silence, though committed by so large a company, remained a secret till the death of the last of the murderers; but Heaven, ever watchful to punish such horrid wretches, rendered the fate of all the five singularly awful. One, named Nicholas Cock, fell down one of the Winnats, and was killed on the spot. John Bradshaw, another of the murderers, was crushed to death by a stone which fell upon him near the place where the poor victims were buried. A third, named Thomas Hall, became a suicide; a fourth, Francis Butler, after many attempts to destroy himself, died raging mad; and the fifth, after experiencing all the torments of remorse and despair which an ill-spent life can inflict on a sinner's death-bed, could not expire till he had disclosed the particulars of the horrid deed."

Christians, to my tragic ditty
Deign to lend a patient ear,
If your breasts e'er heav'd with pity,
Now prepare to shed a tear.

Once there lived a tender virgin,
Virtuous, fair, and young was she,
Daughter of a wealthy lordling,
But a haughty man was he.

Many suitors, rich and mighty,
For this beauteous damsel strove,
But she all their offers slighted,
None could wake her soul to love.

One alone, of manners noble,
Yet with slender fortune blessed,
Caus'd this lady's bosom trouble,
Raised the flame within her breast.

Mutual was the blissful passion,
Stronger and stronger still it grew;
Henry liv'd but for his Clara,
Clara but her Henry knew.

But, alas! their bliss how transient,
Earthly joy but leads to care:
Henry sought her haughty parent
And implor'd his daughter fair--

Dar'd to ask the wealthy lordling,
For the damsel's willing hand,--
Pleaded with respectful fervour,
Who could his request withstand?

Clara's father,--he withstood it,
He the ardent suit denied,--
To a house so poor, though noble,
Never would he be allied.

Bade him seek a love more equal,
Banish Clara from his mind,
For he should no more behold her,--
She,--poor maid, he close confin'd.

Hapless Henry, thus rejected,
Lost, unfriended, and forlorn,
Wretched, sad, by all neglected,
His fond heart with anguish torn.

Then, to crown his bosom's sorrow,
News was whisper'd in his ear,
Clara on the coming morrow,
Would a lordling's bride appear.

Wild, distracted, mad with phrenzy,
To the father's house he flew,
There determin'd to behold her,
And to breathe his last adieu.

Joyous on the nuptial even,
Round the sparkling festal board,
With a crowd of guests carousing,
Sat this rich and haughty lord.

Left a moment unattended,
Clara soon that moment seiz'd,
First to heav'n her sire commended,
Then fled from home, tho' weeping, pleas'd.

Henry gain'd the castle portal,
A footstep Clara's fears alarm'd;
She stops,--she lists,--they came,--fast panting,
Henry caught her in his arms.

Now no time for fond endearments,
Swift on wings of love they fled;
Till from father's house far distant,
Father's frowns no more they dread.

Then before the sacred altar,
They in wedlock join'd their hands:
Long their souls had been united
In indissoluble bands.

Now with virtuous rapture burning,
Whilst fond hope encreas'd the flame;
Tow'rds their home again returning,
To this lonesome place they came.

Christian, shall I close my story?
Words can never tell the tale;--
To relate a scene so bloody,
All the pow'rs of language fail.

In that glen so dark and dismal,
Five ruffians met this youthful pair;
Long the lover bravely struggled,
Fought to save his bride so fair.

But at last, o'erpowr'd and breathless,
Faint he sinks beneath their pow'r:
Joyful shouts the demon Murder,
In this gloomy midnight hour.

Bids them not to rest with plunder,
But their souls with rage inspires,
All their dark and flinty bosoms,
With infernal malice fires.

High they lift the murd'rous weapon,
Wretches, hear ye not her cries?
High they lift the murd'rous weapon?
Lo! her love, her husband dies!

Rocks, why stood ye so unmoved?
Earth, why op'dst thou not thy womb?
Lightnings, tempests, did ye slumber?
Scap'd these hell-hounds instant doom?

High they lift the murd'rous weapon,
Who can 'bide her piercing shriek?
'Tis done----the dale is wrapt in silence,
On their hands her life-blood reeks.

Dark and darker grows the welkin,
Through the dale the whirlwind howls;
On its head the black cloud low'ring,
Threat'ning now, the grey rock scowls.

Conscience, where are now thine arrows?
Does the murd'rer feel the smart?
Death and Grave, where are your terrors?
Written in the murd'rer's heart.

Yes, he sees their ghastly spectres
Ever rising on his view;
Eyes wide glaring,--face distorted,
Quiv'ring lips of livid hue.

Ever sees the life-blood flowing,
Ever feels the reeking stream,
Ever hears _his_ last weak groaning,
Mingled with _her_ dying scream.

Christians, I have told my ditty,
If you shudder not with fear,
If your breasts can glow with pity,
Can you now withhold a tear?

FOOTNOTES:

[107] The Rev. A. G. Jewitt, who was the author of several well-known works, was born at Chesterfield in 1794, and died in 1828.

[108] Another account says 1758.

_The Gipsies' Song._

For the following curious old Derbyshire song I am indebted to my good friend James Orchard Halliwell, F.S.A. It occurs in Playford's "Musical Companion," printed in 1673, and has not, so far as I am aware, been reprinted till now. "Honest John Playford," who was a printer as well as clerk of the Temple Church, London, published several of the most famous music-books of his day, and which at the present time are of the most service of any in determining the dates and names of tunes to which the old ballads, &c., were sung. In 1651 he published "A Musical Banquet, in three books, consisting of Lessons for the Lyra Viol, Allmains, and Sarabands, choice Catches and Rounds, &c.;" and again with the title, "A Banquet of Musick, set forth in three several varieties of Musick: first, Lessons for the Lyra Violl; the second, Ayres and Jiggs for the Violin; the third, Rounds and Catches: all which are fitted to the capacity of young practitioners in Music." Among his many other publications, his most famous was "The English Dancing Master, or Plaine and Easie Rules for the Dancing of Country Dances, with the Tune to each Dance," which passed through many editions, with additional tunes, &c. The "Musical Companion" was first published in 1673, and from this edition the following "Gipsies Song" and music are taken. The work contained two hundred and eighteen compositions, of which one hundred and forty-three were catches and rounds, and the remainder glees, airs, part-songs, &c. This work was highly popular, and between the years 1673 and 1730 it passed through ten editions.

The "Gipsies' Song" here given was for two voices, and was composed by Robert Johnson.

[Music:

A. 2. _Voc._ (The Gipsies' Song.) _Cantus._ _Rob. Johnson._

From the fam-ous Peak of _Dar-by_, and the De-
vil's A--that's hard by; where we year-ly make our
mus-ters; There the _Gyp-sies_ throng in clus-ters.
Be not fright-ed with our fashion, though we
seem a tatter'd Na-tion; We account our Raggs our
Rich-es, so our tricks ex-ceed our stitches: Give us
Ba-con, Rinds of Wal-nuts, Shells of Cockels
and of Small Nuts: Ribonds, Bells, and Saffron
Lin-nin; And all the World is ours to win in.]

_THE_

_Flax-Dresser's Wife of Spondon,_

_AND THE POUND OF TEA._

The following ballad, recounting the droll mistake made by a woman at Spondon, near Derby, who thought _green_ tea was to be boiled as _greens_, and eaten accordingly as "cabbage and bacon," was printed in the "spirit of English wit," in 1809. It tells its own tale. It may be well to remark that flax was, some years ago, much grown in this part of Derbyshire: some meadows at Duffield through which the turnpike road passes, are still known by the name of _Flax-holmes_.

'Twas more than fifty years ago,
In Spondon's simple village,
Spondon, in Derbyshire, I trow,
Well known for useful tillage.

There dwelt a pair of simple souls--
The husband a flax-dresser;
His wife dressed victuals for his jowls,
And darn'd his hose--God bless her.

Now these poor folks had got a friend,
Who dwelt in London city;
And oft some present he would send
To John and dame, in pity.

Now, reader, if you'll backwards turn,
And read this tale's beginning,
Full half-a-century you'll learn
This story has been spinning.

Now near that time, you must be told,
Tea first came into fashion;
Tea, which oft made a husband scold,
And bounce about in passion.

At least, 'mongst those of middling life
It made a hideous riot;
To have a gay tea-drinking wife,
A man could ne'er be quiet.

'Twas thought as bad as now, I ween,--
A sin since then grown bigger,--
Were a man's wife, by guzzling gin,
To cut a reeling figure.

But London, who drank tea the first,
Grew reconcil'd unto it;
And, though 'twas thought of crimes the worst,
The ladies still would do it.

Now, reader, the flax-dresser's friend
(The flax-dresser of Spondon)
Thought a good pound of tea he'd send
To please them both from London.

But he forgot, good man, I trow,
That in this favoured nation,
Good things, or bad, still travel slow,
Like cow-inoculation.

Nor ever dreamt, you may believe,
That they had no more notion
What was the gift they did receive,
Than of the Western Ocean.

So when it came, long ponder'd they
How 'twas to be devour'd;
They wish'd he'd sent some hint to say,
For they were quite o'erpower'd.

At length, right well they both agreed
'Twere best it should be taken,
By way of greens, when next they'd need,
With some of their fat bacon.

Next day arrived, the flax-man's wife
Set on her sauce-pan flattish,
Popp'd in the tea, then took a knife
And cut some bacon fattish.

The bacon soon enough was done,
But still the tea, so evil,
Kept very tough--the clock struck One;
She wish'd it at the devil.

For at the hour of noon each day,
These humble friends of labour
Took their plain meal--nor only they,
For so did every neighbour.

Finding it hard, though tasted oft,
She bawl'd out like a sinner,
"This cursed stuff will ne'er be soft,
So, John! come down to dinner."

_The Ashborne Foot-Ball Song._

On page 118 I have spoken of the game of foot-ball as played at Derby. Ashborne was also one of the strongholds of this manly game, and in that pleasant little town it has been played from time immemorial, until "put down" by the strong arm of the law--not without much unpleasantness and strenuous opposition--a few years ago. The following song was sung (and I believe written) by Mr. Fawcett, the comedian, at the Ashborne theatre, on the 26th of February, 1821.

I'll sing you a song of a neat little place,
Top full of good humour and beauty and grace;
Where coaches are rolling by day and by night,
And in playing at Foot-Ball the people delight.
Where health and good humour does always abound,
And hospitality's cup flows freely around,
Where friendship and harmony are to be found,
In the neat little town of Ashborne.

Shrove Tuesday, you know, is always the day,
When pancake's the prelude, and Foot-Ball's the play,
Where upwards and downwards men ready for fun,
Like the French at the Battle of Waterloo run.
And well may they run like the devil to pay,
'Tis always the case as I have heard say,
If a Derbyshire Foot-Ball man comes in the way,
In the neat little town of Ashborne.

There's Mappleton, Mayfield, Okeover and Thorpe,
Can furnish some men that nothing can whop,
And Bentley and Tissington always in tune,
And Clifton and Sturston are ready as soon.
Then there's Snelston and Wyaston, Shirley and all,
Who all are good men at brave Whittaker's call;
And who come to kick at Paul Gettliffe's Foot-Ball,
In the neat little town of Ashborne.

The Ball is turn'd up, and the Bull Ring's the place,
And as fierce as a bull-dog's is every man's face;
Whilst kicking and shouting and howling they run,
Until every stitch in the Ball comes undone.
There's Faulkner and Smith, Bodge Hand and some more,
Who hide it and hug it and kick it so sore,
And deserve a good whopping at every man's door
In the neat little town of Ashborne.

If they get to the Park the upwards men shout
And think all the downwards men put to the rout,
But a right about face they soon have to learn,
And the upwards men shout and huzza in their turn.
Then into Shaw Croft where the bold and the brave,
Get a ducking in trying the Foot-Ball to save;
For 'tis well known they fear not a watery grave,
In defence of the Foot-Ball at Ashborne.

If into Church Street should the Ball take its way,
The White Hart and Wheat Sheaf will cause some delay,
For from tasting their liquor no man can refrain,
Till he rolls like the Foot-Ball in Warin's tear-brain.
Then they run and they shout, they bawl and they laugh,
They kick and huzza, still the liquor they quaff
Till another Foot-Ball has been cut into half,
By the unfair players of Ashborne.

_The Parsons Torr._

The following admirable ballad, the production of the Rev. W. R. Bell, formerly curate of Bakewell, is founded partly on _facts_, and partly on _local traditions_. The unfortunate hero of the story was the Rev. Robert Lomas, Incumbent of Monyash, who was found dead, as described in the ballad, on the 12th of October, 1776. The scene of the ballad comprises the towns of Bakewell and Monyash, and the mountainous country between them, the western part of which--that bordering on Lathkiln and Harlow Dales--being one of the most romantic districts of the Peak. The ballad first appeared in the "Reliquary," in 1864.

The Parson of Monyash, late one eve,
Sat in his old oak arm-chair;
And a playful flame in the low turf fire
Oft-times shewed him sitting there.

What was it that made that kind-hearted man
Sit pensively there alone?
Did other men's sorrows make sad his heart?
Or, say--a glimpse of his own?

Black dark was that night and stormy withal,
It rained as 'twould rain a sea;
And round and within the old Parsonage house
The wind moaned piteously.

Still sat he deep musing till midnight hour,
And then in a waking dream--
He quailed to hear mid the tempest a crash,
And eke a wild piercing scream.

O mercy! cried he, with faltering breath,
What sounds are these which I hear?
May evil be far from both me and mine!
Good Lord, be thou to us near!

No longer sat he in that old arm-chair,
But prayed and lay down in bed;
And strove hard to sleep, and not hear the storm
That scowled and raged o'er his head.

But sleep seldom comes when 'tis most desired,
And least to a troubled mind;
And the Parson lay wake long time, I ween,
Ere soft repose he could find.

As the dark hours of night passed slowly on,
He slept as weary man will;
But light was his sleep, and broken his rest,
And sad his fore-dread of ill.

Thus restless he lay, and at early dawn
He dream'd that he fell amain,
Down--down an abyss of fathomless depth,
Loud shrieking for help in vain.

He woke up at once with a sudden shock,
And threw out his arms wide-spread;
"Good heavens!" he gasped, "what ill-omen is this?
Where am I--with quick or dead?"

Right well was he pleased to find 'twas a dream--
That still he was safe and sound:
With the last shades of night, fear passed away,
And joy once again came round.

The morning was calm, and the storm was hushed,
Nor wind nor rain swept the sky;
And betimes he arose, for bound was he
To Bakewell that day to hie.

Old Hugh brought his horse to the garden gate,
And saw him all safe astride;
"Good-bye!" quoth the Parson; quoth Hugh, "good-bye!
I wish you a pleasant ride!"

Forth rode he across the lone trackless moor,
His thoughts on his errand bent
And hoped he right soon to come back again
The very same way he went.

The journey to Bakewell he safely made
A little before mid-day:
But Vicar and people were all at church,[109]
Where they were oft wont to pray.

"I'll put up my beast," quoth the Parson, "here,
At the White Horse hostelry;[110]
And go up to Church, that when prayers are done,
The Vicar I there may see."

But ere he could reach the Old Newark door,[111]
Both Priest and people were gone;
And the Vicar to soothe a dying man,
To Over-Haddon sped on.

'Twas three past noon when the Vicar came back,
The Parson he asked to dine,
And time stole a march on the heedless guest,
Six struck as he sat at wine.

Up rose he from table and took his leave,
Quite startled to find it late;
He called for his horse at the hostelry,
And homeward was soon agate.

As he rode up the hill, past All Saints' Church,
The moon just one glance bestowed,
And the wierd-like form of the old Stone Cross,
In the Church-yard, dimly shewed.

Still higher and higher he climbed the hill,
Yet more and more dark it grew;
The drizzling rain became sleet as he climbed,
And the wind more keenly blew.

Ah! thick was the mist on the moor that night,
Poor wight, he had lost his way!
The north-east wind blowing strong on his right,
To the left had made him stray.

And now he was close to lone Haddon Grove,
Bewildered upon the moor;
Slow leading his horse that followed behind,
Himself groping on before.

Still onward and leeward, at last he came
To the edge of Harlow Dale;
From his cave[112] the Lathkil a warning roared,
But louder then howled the gale.

On the brink of Fox Torr the doomed man stood,
And tugged the bridle in vain;
His horse would not move--then quick started back,
And, snap, went each bridle-rein!

Then headlong fell he o'er the lofty cliff,
He shrieked, and sank in the gloom;
Down--down to the bottom he swiftly sped,
And death was his dreadful doom.

The dead man lay cold on the blood-stained rocks--
The darkness did him enshroud;--
And the owls high up in the ivy-clad Torr,
Bewailed him all night full loud.

O little thought they in the old thatched cot,
Hard by the Parsonage gate;
Their master they never again should see,
Nor ope to him soon nor late!

"This night is no better than last," quoth Hugh,
"And master has not come back;
I hope he is hale and safe housed with friends,
And has of good cheer no lack."

Quoth Betty, "I liked not his morning ride--
I fear he's in evil plight--
A Friday's venture's, no luck! I've heard say,
God help him if out this night."

At dawn of next day, old Betty went forth
To milk the cow in the shed;--
And saw him sitting upon a large stone,
All pale, and mute--with bare head.

But a moment she turned her eyes away,
A fall she heard and a groan;
She looked again, but, no Parson was there,
He'd vanished from off the stone!

Soon spread the dread tale through Monyash town--
They made a great hue and cry;
And some off to this place--and some to that,
To seek the lost man did hie.

Bad tidings from Bakewell--no Parson there--
No parson could else be found;
'Twas noon, yet no tidings--they still searched on,
And missed they no likely ground.

At last the searchers went into the Dale,
And there at the foot of Fox Torr--
They found the Parson, all cold and dead,
'Mong the rocks all stained with gore.

They took up his corse--and six stalwart men,
Slowly bore it along the Dale;
And they laid the dead in his house that night,
And many did him bewail.

When time had passed over--a day or twain,
They buried him in the grave;
And his bones now rest in the lone Churchyard,
Till doomsday them thence shall crave.

O dread was the death of that luckless man--
Not soon will it be forgot;
The dismal story--for ages to come--
Will often be told, I wot.

You may not now see in Monyash town
The deadman's sear tuft of grass;
But still it is there, in memory stored,
And thence it never shall pass.

You may not now find Fox Torr by that name,
The swain thus knows it no more;
But pointing thereat from the Lathkil grot,
He'll shew you the Parson's Torr.

And now, my dear friends, what more need I say?
I've told you the story through:--
If you've in the least been pleased with my song,
Then I am well-pleased with you.

FOOTNOTES:

[109] At the _Friday_ morning service.

[110] Now called the _Rutland Arms_.

[111] The door in the south transept, locally called the _Newark_ door.

[112] The river Lathkil issues from a cavern in the limestone rock, directly opposite the Parson's Torr.

INDEX.

[** asterism]In the following Index the titles of the Ballads are given in SMALL CAPITALS, and the first lines in _italics_.

A BALLAD OF DERBYSHIRE, 7

A DAY IN THE WOODLANDS, 237

A JOURNEY INTO THE PEAK, 257, 259

A NEW SONG ON THE GREAT FOOT-RACE AT DERBY, 252

A PEAK BALLAD, 274

A POEM FOUND BY MR. * * * AND DEDICATED TO MAJOR TROWELL, 190

A RHAPSODY ON THE PEAK OF DERBYSHIRE, 248

A STRANGE BANQUET, OR THE DEVIL'S ENTERTAINMENT BY COOK LAUREL AT THE
PEAK IN DERBYSHIRE, 125

Abington, 180

Adam Bell, 75

ADDRESS TO "DICKIE," 226

Agincourt, Battle of, et seq., 8

AGRICULTURAL MEETING, 160

Alderwasley, 269

Ale, Derby, 11, 129, 142

---- Cakes and, 60

Aldermary Church Yard, 1

"_All you that delight in merriment_," 119

Allestree, 268, 273

ALL SAINTS' CHURCH, DERBY, 206

Alfreton, 267

Alvaston, 269

Allan-a-Dale, 100

Alroes, Lord, 52

Alton Towers, 134, 135, 273

Alton Lodge, 273

Amber, 151

AN ADDRESS TO "DICKIE," 226

"Angler, Complete," 257

AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF THE GREATEST GENTRY IN DARLEY DALLE, 146

Anne, St. Well, 10

ANTHONY BABINGTON'S COMPLAINTE, 164

Ap. Thomas, Sir Rees, 45, 49, 52

Arabella Stuart, 222

Archer's Wall, 102

Ardglass, Countess of, 257

Arnold, 270

"_As I sat musing by the fire_", 255

"_As our king lay musing in his bed_," 2, 3, 4

"_As I was going to Darby, Sir_," 115

"_Arthur a Bradley_," 83

"_As I on Oker Hill one day did stand_," 147

"_As I to Ireland did pass_," 223

Ashborne, 6, 83, 132, 133, 135, 263, et seq., 269, 272, 284-286

ASHBORNE FOOT-BALL SONG, 284

Ashborne Inns, 286

-------- bull-ring, 285

-------- "tear brain," 286

-------- theatre, 284

Ashop, river, 237

Ashopton, 237, 238, 242

Ashford-in-the-Water, 130, 255

Ashmole, Elias, 92

--------------- autograph, 292

Ashover, 146, 152, 239 et seq., 267

Ashton, 269

ASHUPTON GARLAND, 237

Atlow, 269, 272

"_Attend, ye jolly gardeners_", 184

"_At length my wandering feet have brought_," 243

Audley End, 11

Autograph, Anthony Babington, 165

---------- Arabella Stuart, 222

---------- Elias Ashmole, 92

Aurora Borealis, ballad on, 64

Axe Edge, 143, 245

Ayscough, William, 65

Babington family, 151, 164-181

Babington, Antony, Complainte, 164

Bakewell, 66, 130, 131, 245, 268, 286, et seq.

BALLAD OF DERBYSHIRE, 7

--------- Hero Robin Hood, 73

Bage, 148

Baske, 148

Ballard, 175

Bank Hall, 142, 143

Banks, Sir Joseph, 152

Bannard, James, 243, 246

Barking Barbers, 199

Barnwell, 175

Barrow-upon-Soar, 269

BACHELORS OF DARBY, THE UNCONSCIONABLE, 58

Basford, 270

Bath, 157

Ballad, a Peak, HENRY AND CLARA, 274

Bateman, Thomas, 12, 129

Bath, 8

Beggars' Well, 266

Beeston, 267

Beaumaris, 25

BEGGAR'S RAMBLE, 266

BEGGAR'S WELLS, 176

Beggarley, 270

Bellamy, 176

Bell, Adam, 75

Belper, 268

Bellman of London, 126

Belvoir, 267

Bennett, William, 67, 96, 230

Beresford Hall, 257, 261

Bessy, Song of the Lady, 12

Begrammes Abbey, 39, 43

Bessel, J., (Printer,) 61

Bentley, 271

Bell, Rev. W. R., 286

Bessick, 271

BEGGAR'S RAMBLE, THE, 271

Birchover, 147

Blackwell, 267

Blakely Oldhurst, 134

BLINK-EYED COBBLER, 119

BLUE'S VALOUR DISPLAYED, 129

Blesford Hall, 272

Blyfield, 274

Bonner, Sir William, 46

Boothby, ----------- 7, 135

Boyce, Dr., 209

Bottle Brook, 268

Bolt Edge Moor, 232

Bosworth Field, 47, 48

Bolesworth field, 47, 48

Bonsall, 268

Boar, Blue, 49, 75

Bow Lane, 1

Bow, wow, wow, 199

Bowden, 231, 233

Bood, 142

Borleyash, 274

Broxter, 270

Brailsford, 261

Brown, Samuel, 268

Bridgeford, 270

Breadsall, 268

Bramcote, 267

Bradford, 135

Brickhill, 261

Brackenbury, 14, et seq.

Browne, 134

Brierlow, 245

Brereton, Humphry, 12, et seq.

BRADSHAW, EPISTLE TO JOHN, 258

Brimlow, John, 255, 256

Brome, Henry, 263

Bromefield, 13

Brightside, 153

Bradley, 272

_Bradley, Arthur A'_, 83

Brunsley Gin, 271

Breaston, 271

Brailsford Hall, 272

Braston, 272

Brassington, 272

Bradburn, 272

Breedon on the Hill, 273

Bramshall, 274

Bramest, 274

Butler, 275

Bradshaw, 275

Bull, 74, 75, 79-81

Bullets, 10

Buxton, 8, 66, 68, 96-103, 227, 228, 243, 244, 272

------ Advertiser, 228

BUCKSTONE, LAY OF THE, 96

Buckingham, 30

Bulcote, 270

"Burlesque upon Burlesque," 257

Burning in a Tun, 17

Burton-on-Trent, 269

Burton Joyce, 270

Bull-running, 73, 74, 79, 80, 81

BUTCHER, DRUNKEN, OF TIDESWELL, 66

Burslem, 274

Calverton, 270

Calton family, 148

Carlton, 276

Calton, 148

Calthorpe, 270

Castle Naze works, 142

Cakes and ale, 60

Calver, 269

Callcott, 115, 269

CAT, WHITTINGTON AND HIS, 103

Cat and Fiddle, 245

Cambridge, Duke of, 2, 273

---------- 7, 255, 273

Castleton, 68, 92, 125-129, 274, 275, 280

---------- a strange banquet at, 125, 230

Cards, game at, for a kingdom, 64

Candles, 23

Cap of maintenance, 128

Carnarvon, 25

"Cavalier," 67

Cavendish, Sir William, 222

---------- Elizabeth, Countess of, 222

Caldon, 272

Caulton, 272

Carsdale, 272

Cecil, 222

Celestial bard, 193

Chappell, W., 3, 62, 110

Chapel-en-le-Frith, 62, 68, 69, 97, 102, 142, 143, 204, 226, 231

Chamber Knoll, 71

Charcoal, 23

Chatsworth, 11, 222, 269, 275

Chaddesden, 268

Cheadle, 273

Checkley in the Hole, 274

Cheetham, Library, 1

Chester, Ranulph, Earl of, 236

Cheshire, 5, 13 et seq., 39, 40, 56, 58, 230

Chesterfield, 104, 267

------------- Earl of, 257

Chee Tor, 245

Cheetham Hill, 230

Chester, West, 26

Chevy Chace, 196

Chilwell, 267

Chirk Land, 13

Choir of All Saints' Church, 206

"_Christians, to my tragic ditty_," 274

---------- thunder at, 274, 275

Cider, 60

Cinder Hills, 270

CLARA, HENRY AND, 274

Claret, 11

Clay Cross, 267

Clarence, Duke of, 14, et seq.

Clifton, 285

Clifton Grove, 270

Clim of the Clough, 75, 100

Clorinda (Maid Marian), 74 et seq.

Clough, Clim of the, 75, 100

Clowdeslee, William of, 75, 100

COBLER, THE BLINK-EYED, 119

COCK TAIL REEL, 153

Cock Lorel, or Cook Laurel, 125

Comical Scotch dialogue, 64

Coke family, 135, 137, et seq., 187 to 203

Cokain, Sir Aston, notice of, 6, 7

------- Ballad of Derbyshire, 6

------- Poems, 7

------- portrait of, 7

------- Journey into the Peak, 257

Cokain, Thomas, 6, 7

Coke, Daniel Parker, 187--

COOK LAUREL'S ENTERTAINMENT TO THE DEVIL, 125

------------- note, 126

Cook, Eliza, 246

Cook, 275

"_Cook Laurel would have the Devil his guest_," 126

Colepepper Col., 55

Coloton Green, 274

Collyer, J. Payne, 179

Colvile, C. R., 161

Collumbell, 149

"Complete Gamester," 257

"Commentaries of De Montlac," 257

COMPLAINTE OF ANTHONIE BABINGTON, 164

Combs Moss, 97, 102

"_Come lasses and lads_," 61

"_Come all you gallant lasses of courage stout and bold_," 129

"_Come gather round and form a throng_," 160

"Complete Angler," 257, et seq.

"_Come hark you well, my masters, pray can you me tell_," 271

"_Coming home into this frozen clime_," 258

Congleton, 143

Cooper, W. Durant, 164

Coopland, 24

Cosel, 267

Cottage of Content, 243

Cotnermay, 271

Cotton, Charles, 7, 257-263

---------------- Journey into the Peak, 257

---------------- Epistle to John Bradshaw, 259

---------------- list of his works, 257

---------------- MS. poems, 257

---------------- Poems on Several Occasions, 257

---------------- life of, 257

---------------- Complete Angler, 257

Coventry, 262

Coventry, 75

Cowley, 169

Coxbench, 268

Crapnidge, 274

Crich, 152, 162

Cromford, 269, 272

Crompton, John Bell, 162

Croome, 245

Cropwell, 270

Cross-o'th-hands, 268

Crumpswood, 273

Cubley, 207

Dakin, 152

Dale, 271

DANBY, LORD, DEVONSHIRE'S NOBLE DUEL WITH, 55

Darnall Park, 25

Darley, 273

Darley Abbey, 269

DARLEY DALE, ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF THE GREATEST GENTRY, 146

------------ 269

Date Obelum Belisario, 199

DEATH OF REV. BACHE THORNHILL, 255

Deaf Stone, 11

"_Dear Polyhymnie be_," 7

"_Declare, O Muse, what demon 'twas_," 111

Deincourt, 210

Delamere forest, 13, et seq.

-------- Lord, 55, et seq.

Delaware, Lord, 58

Deloney, Thomas, 179

Denby, 268

Derby, Earl of, 8, 12, et seq.

Derby, 6, 7, 115, et seq., 269

DERBY RAM, 115

Derby, 182, 183, 280, 281

Derby, Agricultural Meeting, 160

------ Nun's Green, Songs on, 187--

DERBY BLUES, 129, 184

DERBY HERO, 249

Derby hills, 1, 243

----- ale, 11, 129

----- UNCONSCIONABLE BACHELORS OF, 58

----- lasses of, 58

----- races, 118

----- FLORIST'S SONG, 206

Derbyshire Volunteers, 2, 131

---------- Militia, 115, 182, 192

DERBYSHIRE, A BALLAD OF, 6

DERBYSHIRE, NEW BALLAD OF ROBIN HOOD, 73

DERBYSHIRE MILLER, 110

DERBYSHIRE MEN, 145

DERBYSHIRE MILITIA, SONG IN PRAISE OF, 182

DERBYSHIRE HILLS, 243

DERBYSHIRE DALES, 246

DERBYSHIRE, A RHAPSODY ON, 248

Derrick, Samuel, 157

Derwent, river, 8, 237, 241, 268

-------- village, 237

Derwentwater, Lord, 55

Dethick, 151, 164-181

DEVONSHIRE'S NOBLE DUEL, 55

---------- Duke of, 55, et seq., 157, 183, 263, 265, 275

---------- Long-Arm'd Duke, 55

---------- Duchess of, 57

---------- Yorkshire Pie, 157

Diamond Hill, 245

Dibden, 198

Dicey, W., 74

Dick Whittington, 103

Dickie of Tunstead, 226

"DICKIE," AN ADDRESS TO, 226

Diseworth, 273

Dixon, H., 1

Donnington, 273

Dob Holes, 268

Doctor Double Ale, 126

Dove, river, 247

Doveridge, 83, 274

Dove Dale, 247, 257, et seq.

---- river, 257 et seq.

Doune, 7

Draycott, 271

Drawn with wild horses, 17

Drayton, 7

Draycott, Philip, 170

DRIVING OF THE DEER, 230

Dronfield, 153

DRUNKEN BUTCHER OF TIDESWELL, 66

Duckinfield, 230

Dudley, W., 207

------- S., 207

Duel, Devonshire's noble, 55

Duffield, 268, 281

Dunstable, 261

Dunchurch, 262

Durham, Bishop of, 46

Durintwood, 134

Eagles Foot, 35

Eastwood, 271

Eaton, 267, 274

Ebbing and flowing well, 10

Edale, 230

Edward IV., 12

Edwards, 149

Eldon Hole, 10, 275

----- Hill, 232

Ellaston, 273

ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF THE GREATEST GENTRY OF DARLEY DALE, 146

Elizabeth of York, 12

Elvaston, 6, 257, 269

Entcliffe Hill, 130, 131

Eperstone, 270

EPISTLE TO JOHN BRADSHAW, ESQ., 258

Epsom, 10

Espernon, Duke of, 257

Etwall 269

Eyre, family, 129, 147

"Fair one of Tunis," 257

Fairfield, 78

Fair, Humours of Hayfield, 61

----- Nottingham Goose, 58, et seq.

"_Farewell our daddies and our mammies_," 182

Farley, 273

Farnfield, 24

Faulkner, 285

Fawcett's Ashborne Foot-ball Song, 284

Ferrars, Lord, 41, 132

Findern, 269

Firby, 268

Firbeck, 267

Fitzwarine, Sir Hugh, 104

----------- Alice, 104

----------- Maud, 104

Flash, 271

FLAX-DRESSER'S WIFE OF SPONDON AND THE POUND OF TEA, 281

Flax-holmes, 281

FLORISTS' SONG, 206

FLORIST'S SONG, 184

Florist's society, 184

Fludyer, 157

Fole, 274

Foljamb, 67

Forest, Delamere, 13, et seq.

"_For Jesus' sake be merry and glad_," 12

Foston, 273

Foot-ball, game of, 118

---------- Derby, 118, 284

FOOT-BALL SONG, ASHBORNE, 284

Foot-ball at Ashborne, 284, et seq.

FOX CHASE, SQUIRE VERNON'S, 131

Fox, family, 118, 227

Fox Low, 245

Fox Torr, 290, 292, 293

France, conquest of, 1

French King, 1, 4

FRITH, SQUIRE, HUNTING SONG, 142

Frith, Samuel, 142

Fools, strips of, 16

"_From the famous Peak of Darby_," 281

Gage, 180

Gallow's Inn, 271

Game at cards for a kingdom, 64

------- cakes and ale, 60

"Gamester, Complete," 257

Gamwell of Gamwell Hall, 75, 76

GARLAND OF MERRIMENT, 64

GARLAND, ASHUPTON, 237

Gaunt, John of, 79, 188-203

Gautriss Dale, 232

Gawn, 118

Gawsworth, 143

Gedling, 270

Gell, Colonel Thomas, 210

----- Sir John, 210

George Inn, 273

George III., 2

Gerrard, Sir Gilbert, 177

Getliffe, 285

Ghent, John of, 79, 188-203

Ghost, 71, 72

Giltbrook, 270

Gingler's Inn, 269

Gipsies metamorphosed, 126

GIPSIES' SONG, THE, 280

"_God that is moste of myghte_," 54

"_God prosper long fair Derby town_," 196

"_Good people give attention to a story you shall hear_," 55

Gosley Bank, 272

Goose Fair, 58, et seq.

Gotham, 210, 270

Gray, 210

Graceley, 143

Greaves, 147

Greensmith, 149

Greene, 209

GREEN, HUGH STENSON AND MOLLY, 263

Gresley, 270

Greswark, 144

Gretna Green, 274

Grindleford Bridge, 92

Guards, brigade of, 2

Gunthorpe, 270

Gutch, John Mathew, 73

Guy, Earl of Warwick, 75

Habbington, 7

Haddon Hall, 131, 148, 245

------ Over, 289

------ Grove, 290

Haines, William, 92

Hall, 275

Halliwell, J. O., 280

Hand, 285

Halliwell Collection, 1, 12

Handford, Tom, 136-142

Hansley, 267

Handel, 209

Harpham, 157

Harden, 13

Harestan, 210

Harrington, Earl of, 6, 257

"_Hark, hark, brother sportsmen, what a melodious sound_," 143

Harehill, 273

Harton, 273

Harlow Dale, 280, 290

Harleian MSS., 54

Hardstaff, 267

"_Hark you well, you neighbours all, and pray now can you tell_," 266

Harrington, Sir William, 46, 51

Hardwick, Earl of, 160, 161

--------- Bess of, 222

Hartington, "strange and wonderful sight" there, 64

Hartington, 64, 66

Hathersage, 85, 91, 92

Hassop, 147

------- and Little John, 85, et seq., 91, et seq.

------- Little John's grave, &c., 91, 92

Hathenturns, 270

HAYFIELD FAIR, HUMOURS OF, 61

Hayfield, 61, 62

Haymore, 272

Heanor, 271

Helldon Hill, 232

HENRY AND CLARA, a Peak Ballad, 274

"_Here must I tell the praise_," 105

HERO, DERBY, 249

----- Stafford, 250-254

Hertford, Earl of, 222, 225

Hickham, 267

High Peak, 61, 64, 67, 248, 274, 280

High Church in Shropshire, 264

Highlander, 64

Highgate, 260

Hilson (Ilkeston), 271

Hills, Derby, 1, 5

Hillary, 210

Hood, Robin, 73-103

Hodgkinson, 152

Hogdeston, 273

Hognaston, 269, 272

Holland, George, 267

Hollington, 268

Holt Castle, 12, 19, 24, 45

Holy poker, 199

Horsley, 268

Howitt, Richard, 210

Howsley, 143

Hoyland, 269

HUGH STENSON AND MOLLY GREEN, 263

HUMOURS OF HAYFIELD FAIR, 61

Hunter, Rev. Joseph, 73

Hunting songs, Squire Vernon's Fox Chace, 131

-------------- Trusley, 137

-------------- Squire Frith's, 142

Hurdle, 17

Hutchinson, Tour through the Peak, 61, 227

---------- of Owthorpe, 257

Hyde Park, 2

Hyson Green, 270

"_I'll sing you a song of a neat little place_," 284

"_I sigh for the land where the orange tree flingeth_," 246

"_I' Darbyshire who're born an' bred_," 145

Ilam Hall, 134

Ilkeston, 271

"_In summer time when leaves are green_," 237

Isle of Man, 13, 18

"_Jack Asses' trot_," 193

James, King, 56

------------ taxes, 55, et seq.

------------ treachery of, 57

Jenkinson, 149

Jewitt, Arthur, 248

------- Rev. Arthur George, 274

-------------------'s "Wanderings of Memory," 274

--------------------- HENRY AND CLARA, a Peak Ballad, 274

Johnson, 280

Jonson, Ben, 7

Jones, 179, 180

JOURNEY INTO THE PEAK, 257, 259

Kedleston, 269

Kendall, 24

Kent, 26, 73

----- Earl of, 46

Keyworth, 270

"_Kind gentlemen will you be patient awhile_," 74

King's Mills, 273

KING HENRY V., HIS CONQUEST OF FRANCE, 1

---- Edward IV., 12

---- George III., 2

---- Henry VII., 12

---- Charles II., 12

---- Richard, 50, et seq.

---- James, 56

"---- of the Peak," 67, 133

---- Henry VIII., 67

---- Richard II., 79

---- Castile and Leon, 79

---- George IV., 111

---- George I., 146

---- James I., 164, 222

---- Charles I., 211

---- William I., 230

Kimberworth, 153

Kimberley, 267

Kinder Scout, 67, 241, 242

Kirk Ireton, 268

Kirke, H., 204

Kirkland, Walter, 145

Kirklees Priory, 91, 93

Kniveton, Sir Gilbert, 7

--------- Mary, 7

Knolls, Sir Frederick, 179

Konynges Dale, 232

Langley Mill, 271

LADY BESSY, Song of the, 12

Lady Low, 97

Lady Arabella Stuart, 222--

Lambley, 270

Lancashire, 5, 49, 105

Lancaster, Duke of, 79, 187--

Langley, 143, 144, 269

Lasses of Darby pawned by their sweethearts, 58

"_Last night as slumbering on my bed I lay_," 188

Latham House, 24, et seq.

Lathkiln Dale, 287, 290

-------- River, 290

Latimer, Lord, 46

LAY OF THE BUCKSTONE, 96

Laycock, Samuel, 229

Layksley (see Loxley)

Lead, 272

Lead, 10, 11

Leak, 210

Leake, or Leke, family, 210 et seq.

Lee Lane, 271

Lee, Lord, 41

Leech, Mrs., of Tideswell, 114

Leechurch, 272, 274

Leicestershire, 117

Leigh, Lord, 41

Leicester, 44, 53

LEKE, SIR FRANCIS, 210

Lennox, Earl of, 222

Lenton, 270

Lichfield, 48, 262

"Life of the Duke of Espernon," 257

Lincoln, 76, 98

Lincolnshire, 58

LINES OCCASIONED BY A YORKSHIRE PIE, 157

Lislay, Lord, 38

Little Hallam, 271

Little Britain, 39, 47

------ Stoone, 47

------ Eaton, 268

Little John, 73-103, 238, et seq.

LITTLE JOHN AND ROBIN HOOD, 85

LITTLE JOHN'S END, 91

Littleover, 269

Liverpool, 39

Locko Grange, 268

Lomas, 286

Longnor, 272

London, 16, et seq., 55, 104, 105, 121, 157, 280, 282, 283

------- great fire of, 104

------- Tower of, 225

Long-Armed Duke, 55

Longstone, 255

Longford, 135, 137, 269, 273

Lordis Seat, 230, 231

"_Lord Peverel stood on the Lordis Seat_," 231

LOST AND DEAD, 204

Loughborough, 270

Lovell, Lord, 46

Lovers' Leap, 244

Lowton, 270

Loxley, 73-103, 274

Ludlow, 14

Lysons, 210

Mackworth, 269, 273

Macclesfield Forest, 143, 144

Maid Marian, 73-103, 238, et seq.

Malpas, 40

Mam Tor, 245

Mammaton, 273

Manners, 148

Manchester, 1, 24, et seq.

Mansfield, 271

Mapperley, 270, 271

Mappleton, 272

Markeaton, 269, 273

Marrot Moor, 267

Mar routed, 64

Martin Markall, 126

Marston, 273

Marpole, 271

Marton, 273

Mary Queen of Scots, 222

Masbro', 153

Massinger, 7

Matlock, 150, 245, 269

May, 7

May pole, 61

Mayfield, 285

Mead, 60

Mercaston, 7

Mercer's Company, 104

Merriment, garland of, 64

Meverell, 67

Mickleover, 269

Middleton, 272

Middleton by Youlgrave, 268

Milford Haven, 43

Militia, Derbyshire, 115, 182

-------------------- Song in praise of, 182

Milnes, 239, et seq.

Milward, 150, 268

MILLER, THE DERBYSHIRE, 110

Minstrels, 79, 80

Minstrels' Court, 79, 80

---------- King of the, 79, 80

Monsal Dale, 247

"Montaigne's Essays," 257

Montlac De, 257

Monyash, 286, et seq.

Moregreen, 271

Morley, 149, 268

Morgan, 173

"Moral Philosophy of the Stoics," 257

Moules dale, 13

Music of "As our King lay musing in his bed," 2

Music of "The Derbyshire Miller," 110

Music of "The Gipsies' Song," 280-281

Mugginton, 269, 273

Mullins, Tom, 132-134

Mundy family, 198, 203

Nares, 209

"_Neaw, Dickie, be quiet wi' thee, lad_," 228

Nether Green, 271

Netherton, 274

NEW BALLAD OF ROBIN HOOD, shewing his Birth, Breeding, Valour, and
Marriage, at Tutbury Bull Running, 73

NEW SONG IN PRAISE OF THE DERBYSHIRE MILITIA, 182

Newton, 267, 273

Newthorpe, 270

Norfolk, Duke of, 46, 52

Northampton, 74

Northern Lights, ballad on, 64

Nottingham, 58, 65, 73, 98, 264

---------- Goose Fair, 58, et seq.

Nottinghamshire, 73-103

NUN'S GREEN RANGERS, 199

Nun's Green, ballads on, 187-203

Nuttall, 270

Oaker Hall, 272

Oakes, James, 237, et seq.

Oakamoor, 273

Obstinate lady, 7

Ockbrook, 268

"_Of all your modern heroes_," 249

"_O give me the land where the wild thyme grows_," 248

Ogston, 151

Oker Hill, 147, 153

Okerthorpe, 267

Okeover Hall, 272, 285

Oldacre, 271

OLD NUN'S GREEN, 187

"_One Valentine's day in the morning_," 137

ON THE STRANGE AND WONDERFUL SIGHT THAT WAS SEEN IN THE AIR ON THE 6TH
OF MARCH, 1716, 64

ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE REV. BACHE THORNHILL, M.A., 255

"_O say not so, Sir Francis_," 210

Osgathorpe, 230, et seq.

Osmaston by Ashborne, 133

Over Haddon, 289

Overton, 152

Overton, 274

Overington, 270

Owen, Jack, 143