Ballads, etc. 191 " In the month of November, in the year fifty-two (1652), Three jolly fox-hunters, all sons of the blue, Came o'er from Pencarrow, not fearing a wet coat, To have some diversion, with Arscott of Tetcot," etc. "Trelawny" was for many years supposed to be a genuine old Cornish ballad, and as such was accepted and admired by several well-known literary men ; but it was written by the late Rev. R. Hawker, Vicar of Morwenstowe ; only the lines — " And shall Trelawny die ? Here's twenty thousand Cornishmen, Will know the reason why! " — beinar ancient. John Dory. As it fell on a holy day, And upon, a holytide a : John Dory brought him an ambling nag, To Paris for to ride a. And when John Dory to Paris was come, A little before the gate a; John Dory was fitted, the porter was witted, To let him in thereat a. The first man that John Dory did meet, Was good King John of France a ; John Dory could well of his courtesie, But fell down in a trance a. A pardon, a pardon, my liege and my king, For my merry men and for me a : And all the churls in merry England I'll bring them bound to thee a. And Nichol was then a Cornish man A little beside Bohyde a; He manned him forth a goodly bark, With fifty good oars of a side a.
