A new Yorkshyre Song, Intituled:
Yorke, Yorke, for my monie: Of all the Cities that ever I see,
For mery pastime and companie, Except the Cittie of London.
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AS I came thorow the Northcountrey,
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The fashions of the world to see,
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I sought for mery companie,
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[ ] to goe to the Cittie of London:
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And when to the Cittie of Yorke I came,
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I found good companie in the same,
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As well disposed to every game,
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as if it had been at London.
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Yorke, Yorke [for ]my monie,
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Of all the Citties that ever I soe,
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For mery pastime and companie,
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Except the Cittie of London.
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And in that Cittie what sawe I then:
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Knightes, S[qu]ires, and Gentlemen,
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A shooting went for Matches ten,
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as if it had been at London.
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And they shot for twentie poundes a Bowe,
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Besides great cheere they did bestowe,
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I never saw a gallanter showe,
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except I had been at London.
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Yorke, yorke, for my monie, etc.
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These Matches you shall understande,
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The Earle of Essex tooke in hand,
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Against the good Earle of Cumberlande,
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as if it had been at London.
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And agreede these matches all shall be,
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For pastime and good companie,
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At the Cittie of Yorke full merily,
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as if it had been at London.
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Yorke, yorke, for my monie, etc.
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In Yorke, there dwels an Alderman, which
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Delites in shooting very much,
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I never heard of any such,
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in all the Cittie of London.
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His name is Malthie, mery and wise,
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At any pastime you can devise,
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But in shooting all his pleasures lyes,
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the like was never in London.
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Yorke, yorke, for my monie, etc.
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This Malthie, for the Citties sake,
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To shoote (himself) did undertake,
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At any good Match the Earles would make,
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as well as they doe at London.
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And he brought to the fielde with him,
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One Specke, an Archer proper and trim,
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And Smith, that shoote about the pin,
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as if it had been at London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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Then came from Cumberland Archers three,
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Best Bowmen in the North countree,
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I will tell you their names what they bee,
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well knowne to the Cittie of London.
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Wamsley, many a man doth knowe,
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And Bolton, how he draweth his Bowe,
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And Ratcliffes shooting long agoe,
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well knowne to the Cittie of London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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And the Noble Earle of Essex came,
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To the fielde himself to see the same,
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Which shal be had for ever in fame,
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as soone as I come at London.
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For he shewed himself so diligent there,
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To make a Marke and keepe it faire:
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It is worthie memorie to declare,
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through all the Cittie of London.
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Yorke, Yorke, etc.
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And then was shooting out of crye,
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The skantling at a handfull nie,
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And yet the winde was very hie,
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as it is sometimes at London.
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They clapt the Cloutes so on the ragges,
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There was such betting and such bragges:
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And galloping up and downe with Nagges,
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as if it had been at London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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And never an Archer gave regarde,
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To halfe a Bowe, nor halfe a yarde,
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I never see Matches goe more harde:
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about the Cittie [o]f London:
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For, fairer play was never plaide,
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Nor fairer layes was never laide,
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And a weeke together, they kept this trade,
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as if it had been at London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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The Maior of Yorke, with his companie,
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Were all in the fieldes, I warrant ye,
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To see good rule kept orderly,
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as if it had been at London.
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Which was a dutifull sight to see,
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The Maior and Aldermen there to bee,
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For the setting forth of Archerie,
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as well as they doe at London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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And there was neither fault nor fray,
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Nor any disorder any way:
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But every man did pitch and pay,
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as if it had been at London:
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As soone as every Match was done,
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Every man was paid that won,
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And merily up and [dow]ne did ronne,
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as if it had been at London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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And never a man that went abroade,
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But thought his m[onie] well bestowde:
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And monie layd o[n] [h]eape and loade,
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as if it had been at London.
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And Gentlemen there, so franke and free,
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As a Mint at Yorke againe should bee,
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Like shooting did I never see,
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except I had been at London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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At Yorke, were Ambassadours three,
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Of Russia, Lordes of high degree,
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This shooting they desirde to see:
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as if it had been at London:
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And one desirde to drawe a Bowe,
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The force and strength thereof to knowe,
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And for his delight he drewe it so,
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as seldome seene in London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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And they did marvaile very much,
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There could be any Archer such,
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To shoote so farre the Cloute to tutch,
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which is no newes to London:
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And they might well consider than,
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An English shast will kill a man,
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As hath been proved where and whan,
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and Cronicled since in London. Yorke, etc.
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The Earle of Cumberlands Archers won,
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Two Matches cleare, ere all was done:
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And I made hast apace to ronne,
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to carie these newes to London.
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And Wamsley did the upshot win,
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With both his shafts so neere the pin,
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You could scant have put three fingers in,
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as if it had beene at London. Yorke, etc.
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I passe not for my monie it cost,
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Though some I spent, and some I lost,
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I wanted neither sod nor roast,
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as if it had been at London.
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For there was plentie of everything,
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Redd and fallowe Deere for a King,
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I never sawe so mery shooting,
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since first I came from London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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God save the Cittie of Yorke therefore,
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That hath such noble frendes in store,
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And such good Aldermen send them more,
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and the like good lucke at London:
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For it is not little joye to see,
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When Lordes and Aldermen so agree,
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With such according Communaltie,
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God sende us the like at London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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God save the good Earle of Cumberlande,
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His praise in golden lines shall stande,
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That maintaines Archerie through the land,
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as well as they doe at London.
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Whose noble minde so courteously,
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Acquaintes himself with the Communaltie,
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To the glorie of his Nobilitie,
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I will carie the praise to London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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And tell the good Earle of Essex thus,
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As he is now yong and prosperous,
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To use such properties vertuous,
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deserves great praise in London:
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For, it is no little joye to see,
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When noble Youthes so gracious bee,
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To give their good willes to their Countree,
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as well as they doe at London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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Farewell good Cittie of Yorke to thee,
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Tell Alderman Malthie this from mee,
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In print shall this good shooting bee,
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as soone as I come at London.
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And many a Song will I bestowe,
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On all the Musicions that I knowe,
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To sing the praises where they goe,
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of the Cittie of Yorke, in London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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God save our Queene, and keepe our peace
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That our good shooting maie increase:
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And praying to God, let us not cease,
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as well at Yorke, as at London.
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That all our Countrey round about,
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May have Archers good to hit the Clout,
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Which England cannot be without,
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no more then Yorke and London.
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Yorke, yorke, etc.
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God graunt that (once) her Majestie,
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Would come her Cittie of Yorke to see,
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For the comfort great of that Countree,
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as well as she doth to London.
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Nothing shalbe thought to deare,
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To see her Highnes Person there,
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With such obedient love and feare,
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as ever she had in London.
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Yorke, yorke, for my monie,
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Of all the Citties that ever I see,
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For mery pastime and companie,
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Except the Cittie of London.
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