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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\nA casual student of heraldry might reasonably assume that to be named after the great northern city of York, one ought to have spent some time there, or at the very least possessed the courtesy to be born within the county boundaries. History, regrettably, shows no such consideration. Of the fourteen gentlemen who have held the title since its creation in 1385, a solitary one was actually born in Yorkshire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This single, glorious exception was Richard Plantagenet<\/strong>, 3rd Duke of York, born at Conisbrough Castle in 1411. He would later go on to die in Yorkshire as well, slain at the Battle of Wakefield in 1460, thereby completing a rare, localised lifecycle that no other Duke of York had the stamina to replicate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The remaining thirteen holders form a bizarre geopolitical tapestry. Henry VIII was born in Greenwich; Charles I was born in Dunfermline; George V in London; Edward IV in Rouen, France; and Ernest Augustus in Osnabr\u00fcck, Germany. For over six hundred years, the monarch of the day would regularly bestow the grandest northern title in the land upon an infant prince who had never tasted a Yorkshire pudding and whose primary connection to the North was a vague awareness that it lay somewhere past Hertfordshire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Curse of the Waiting Room<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Beyond its geographic displacement, the title of Duke of York operates under a peculiar structural curse. By custom, it is granted to the reigning monarch\u2019s second son. In theory, this provides a comfortable lifetime role of wearing fine robes, attending ceremonial unveilings and quietly living in the shadow of the elder heir. In practice, the title functions as an extraordinarily unstable waiting room for the Crown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Over the centuries, no fewer than five Dukes of York have found their tenure abruptly cut short by the unexpected death, execution or abdication of their older brother, forcing them onto the throne. Henry Tudor was a secondary royal spare until his brother Arthur died, turning him into Henry VIII. Charles Stuart was minding his own business as Duke of York until his elder brother Henry perished, paving the way for Charles I. Later, Prince Albert took the title as second son, only for Edward VIII to abdicate, forcing him to become King George VI. The title of Duke of York is therefore less a permanent identity and more an occupational hazard for second sons who thought they were safe from the heavy burden of ruling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Marching Up Hills and Other Curiosities<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n When a Duke of York was not accidentally ascending the throne, he was usually creating odd historical footnotes. Prince Frederick, the late eighteenth-century Duke of York and Albany, managed to immortalise the title in a nursery rhyme through his questionable military tactics in Flanders, leading ten thousand men up a hill only to lead them back down again:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Meanwhile, James Stuart, during his time as Duke of York, managed to have a Dutch settlement in North America captured and renamed in his honour. This gave the world New York City, a sprawling metropolis famously as un-Yorkshire as its namesake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Royal Paradox<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n In examining this grand parade of monarchs, military commanders and royal spares, one arrives at a clear pseudo-historical conclusion. The Dukes of York have rarely been from York, have seldom stayed in York and have frequently spent their lives trying to avoid becoming King, only to fail in the attempt. They are the ultimate royal paradox: a fierce northern title wrapped in southern velvet, carried by men whose only true unifying characteristic was being born second.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" To the uninitiated, the term \u2018Yorkie\u2019 conjures up a very specific set of images: a steaming mug of strong tea, a sturdy flat cap, a small and spirited lapdog or perhaps a resident of God\u2019s Own County with firm opinions on bitter ale. It does not, however, typically call to mind a procession of southern royals, French-born princes and German aristocrats. Yet, across more than six centuries of British history, fourteen men have laid claim to the title of Duke of York (or Duke of York and Albany), forming one of the most prestigious, chaotic and ironically un-Yorkshire institutions in<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":4040,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[49,64,215,50,12],"tags":[216],"class_list":["post-4038","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-essay","category-experimental-prose","category-history","category-non-fiction","category-yore","tag-york"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4038","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4038"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4038\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4041,"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4038\/revisions\/4041"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4040"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4038"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4038"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eurolit.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4038"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Oh, the grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.
When they were up, they were up,
And when they were down, they were down,
And when they were only halfway up,
They were neither up nor down.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n