Britaines Honour.
In the two Valiant Welchmen, who fought against fiftenne thousand Scots, at their now comming to England passing over Tyne; whereof one was kill'd manfully fighting against his foes, and the other being taken Prisoner, is now upon relaxations come to Yorke to his Majestie.
The tune is, How now Mars &c.
That iustly are deriv'd from Brute,
Who were in battell neere found t
[...]rdy,
But still will fight for your repute;
'gainst any hee,
What e'r a' be,
Now for your credit list to me,
Two
Welchmens valour you shall see.
These two undaunted Troian worthies,
(Who prized honour more then life,)
With Royall
Charles, who in the North is,
To salve (with care) the ulcerous strife;
Which frantick sots.
With conscious spots,
Bring on their soules; these two hot shots,
Withstood full fifteene thousand
Scots.
The manner how shall be related.
That all who are King
Charles his friends
May be with courage animated,
Unto such honourable ends;
These cavaliers,
Both Musquetiers,
Could never be possest with feares,
Though the
Scots Army nigh appeares.
Within their workes neere Tyne intrench'd
Some of our Soveraignes forces lay;
When the
Scots Army came, they flinched,
And on good cause retyr'd away;
Yet blame them not,
For why the
Scot,
Was five to one, and came so hot,
Nothing by staying could be got.
Yet these two Martialists so famous,
One to another thus did say;
Report hereafter shall not shame us,
Let
Welchmen scorne to runne away;
Now say our King▪
Let's doe a th
[...].
Whereof the world shall loudly ring
Unto the grace of our off-spring.
The vaunting
Scot shall know what valour,
Doth in a
Britains brest reside:
They shall not bring us any dolour;
But first wee'll tame some of their pride.
What though we dy,
Both thee and I?
Yet this we know assuredly,
In life and death ther's victory.
The second part, to the same tune.
These branches of
Cadwalader;
To put their wills in execution,
Out of their trenches would not stir,
But all night lay,
And would not stray,
Out of the worke, and oth' next day,
The
Scots past o'r in Battell aray.
The hardy
Welchmen that had vowed,
Like
Jonathan unto his
David;
Unto the
Scots themselves they showed.
And so couragiously behaved
Themselves that they
Would ne'r give way,
But in despite oth' foe would stay,
For nothing could their minds dismay.
Even in the Iawes of death and danger
Where fifteene thousand was to two,
They still stood to't and (which is stranger)
More then themselves they did subdue
Courage they cry'd;
Lets still abide,
Let
Brittaines fame be dignifi'd,
When two the Scottish hoasts defi'de.
At length (when he two
Scots had killed)
One of them brauely lost his life,
His strength and courage few excelled;
Yet all must yéeld toth' fatall knife.
The other hee,
Having slaine thrée,
Did Prisoner yéeld himselfe to be,
But now againe he is set frée.
Who as they sprung oth' Troians race,
So they did shew like, two young Hectors;
Unto their enemies disgrace;
Hereafter may,
Times children say,
Two valiant
Welchmen did hold play,
With fifteene thousand
Scots that day.
His Maiesty in Princely manner,
To give true vertue its reward;
The man surviving more to honour,
Hath in particular regard.
Thus valiant deeds,
Reward succeeds,
And from that branch, which valour breeds,
All honourable fruit proceeds.
Now some may say (I doe confesse it)
That all such desperate attempts
Spring only from foole hardinesse▪ yet
Who ever this rare deed exempts,
From valour true,
(if him I knew)
I would tell him (and 'twere but due)
Such men our Soveraigne hath too few.
For surely tis a rare example,
Who now will feare to fight with ten,
When these two lads (with courage ample)
Opposed fifteene thousand men,
Then heigh for
Wales,
Scots strike your Sayles,
For all your proiects nought prevailes,
True
Brittains scorne to turne their tayles.
M. P.
FINIS.
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