Gallants, to Bohemia.
Or, let us to the Warres againe: Shewing the forwardnesse of
our English Souldiers, both in times past, and at this present.
To a pleasant new Warlike tune.
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YE noble Brittaines, be no more
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possest with ease upon the shore:
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You that have beene so bold and stout,
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sit not musing, but looke out:
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Kings of England with their shields
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full oft have fought in martiall fields,
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And golden prizes did obtaine:
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Then let us to the warres againe.
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Ye noble Captaines of the Lord,
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and Sea men of such brave command:
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Bend all your forces to the Seas,
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and take on Land no longer ease:
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For Drums and Trumpets are not mute,
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to call you forth with Fife and Flute,
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To fleete your ships upon the maine,
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Then let us to the warres againe.
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Now Sea-men Pylots leave the Land,
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Card and Compasse take in hand:
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And hye againe to Neptune Seas,
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where we'l have riches when we please
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Our Souldiers they are men of might,
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and will for gold and silver fight:
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Which doth us bravely all maintaine,
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Then let us to the warres againe.
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France and Flanders makes no mone,
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they get riches, we get none,
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Flemish Captaines sayle about,
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unknowne Islands to find out:
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That Indian Pearles and Jewells store,
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may decke them bravely on the shore:
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Away then Gallants, hence amaine,
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And let us to the warres againe.
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Some seeke in forraigne Lands to thrive,
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we like Bees do keepe our hive:
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Some get riches, Pearle and Gold,
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we sitting still grow faint and cold:
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Once againe let it be said,
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we forraigne actions never fear'd,
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The true Religion to maintaine,
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Come let us to the warres againe.
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In faire Bohemia now is sprung,
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a Service which we lookt for long:
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Where Souldiers may their valour trie,
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when cowards from the field will flye:
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It never shall of us be said,
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that English Captaines stood afraide:
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Or such adventures would refraine,
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Then let us to the warres againe.
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Of late we had within our Land,
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a noble number of command:
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Of gallant Leaders brave and bold,
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that almost all the world controld:
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As Essex, Cumberland and Drake,
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which made both Sea & Land to shake,
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The Indian silver to obtaine,
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Then let us to the warres againe.
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The second Part. To the same tune.
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THe Norrisses, and noble Veeres,
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and Sidnies famous many yeares:
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The Willoughby and worthy Gray,
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that served still for royall pay:
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Made England famous every where,
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to such as did their fortunes heare:
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Then let us not at home remaine,
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But Bravely to those warres againe.
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Gilbert, Hawkins, Forbisher,
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and golden Candish, Englands starre:
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With many a Knight of noble worth,
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that compass'd round the circled earth:
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Have left examples here behinde,
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the like adventures forth to finde:
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The which to follow and maintaine,
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Come, let us to those warres againe.
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Let us no more sit musing then,
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but shew our selves true Englishmen,
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Whose fames great Mars resounds from farre,
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to be the onely men of warre:
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The bounds of Europe cannot yeeld,
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forth better Souldiers for the field:
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Let bullets come as thicke as raine,
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We'el bravely to those warres againe.
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Bohemian Drums and Trumpets call,
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a Summons to us Souldiers all:
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Then who will from such service flye,
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when Princes beare us company,
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To armes, to armes all Europe sings,
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the cause is just, we fight for Kings,
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The which most bravely to maintaine,
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Come let us to those warres againe.
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The Germane States, and Netherlands,
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have mustred up their martiall bands:
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The Denmarke King doth close combine,
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his forces to the Palatine:
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With three hundred Princes more,
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'side Dukes, Earles and Barons store:
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Then how can we at home remaine,
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But bravely to those warres againe.
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The Seas with ships are richly spread,
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the Land with colours white and red
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And every Captaine ready prest,
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to rancke his squadrons with the rest:
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The Martiall musickes ratling sound,
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sayes, Soldiers, stand & keep your groun[d]
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Though burning bullets flye amaine,
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Yet will we to those warres againe.
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Our Leaders nobly minded are,
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for to maintaine so brave a warre
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As this, for true Religions right,
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to spend their lives in bloudy fight:
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For God and for his Gospell, then
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to armes, and fight it out like men,
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The which most bravely to maintaine,
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Let us go to the warres againe.
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And let us all that Souldiers be,
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both noble bloud and low degree:
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Be true to him that takes in hand
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these popish kingdomes to withstand:
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God guide him on with good successe,
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and all his noble army blesse:
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And so we shall the right maintaine,
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And go unto these warres againe.
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