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Oak Apple Day
OLD SONG FOR OAK-APPLE DAY.
9. MR. URBAN, - I send you a song which you may perhaps
remember as better known in your early youth (in 1731) than
it is now. Alas! and well-a-day! Even in my own infancy (a
century later) it was annually sung by and "learnt" to all
the rustic population of Wooley, a little village near Bath.
The clerk's wife prided herself on teaching it to the little
flock who met at her house for Sunday-school, and on the
29th of May they walked in procession, headed by the biggest
boy, carrying an oak bough, into which a smaller one mounted
on their arrival at our house in the neighbouring village of
Swanswick, and the ancient song was begun, I think, as a
solo, and finishing in chorus whenever the 29th of May was
mentioned. I possess an accurate copy, transcribed "by the
unlettered muse," which preserves the local pronunciation of
some words; and glad I am to have it, for I find the
remembrance is fast dying away, now that good Mrs. Caswell
is laid to her rest in the quiet little churchyard.
"Oh! let us sing of ancient days, and never to forget,
For the martyrs of our Royal King it makes us to regret,
In consequence of the Papist race, and to maintain their
pride
The Royal King of England they kill'd and sacra-fi-d.
"This Villany people was determin'd the family to
destroy,
But the kind hand of providence Did their evil works
annoy.
For the great Escape of the Royal Prince which happenend on
this day,
A loyal day for to Be Kep is the twenty-ninth of May.
"For when the King his Father he was condemned to die,
He called for his Children, and wished them all good-bie.
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