A ballat intituled Northomberland newes/
Wherin you maye see what Rebelles do use.
Come tomblinge downe come tomblinge downe.
That will not yet be trewe to the Crowne.
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YOU Northcountrie nodies whie be ye so bragge
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To rise and raise honor to Romish renowne
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You know that at Tiborne there standeth a Nagge
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For suche as will never be trew to the crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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What meane ye to followe the man in the Moone,
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With battz bowes and arrowes and billes verye browne.
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His shyninge with shame wil be shadowed so soone,
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It will greve him that ever he troubled the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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Thowghe Poperie wrought a greate while agoe,
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That Percie provoked Kinge Harry to frowne.
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Yet who wolde have thought there were any moe,
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That wold not yet be trew to the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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Our Queene is the daughter of Henry theight,
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Who brought every Alter and Imagerie downe,
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He lefte her and tawght her a remedie streight,
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For anye that wold not be trew to the Crowne.
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Come tombling. etc.
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And though you do greete her like Traytours with treason
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To whom you owe honour with cappe and knee downe.
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I am suer that sainct Peter will saye it is reason,
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To rule ye that will not be trew to the Crowne.
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Come tombling. etc.
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And thoughe you do saye ther is matter amis,
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Whiche you wold redresse by noble Renowme.
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What any waye wurse then Rebellion is,
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Of any that will not be true to the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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What Strangers can be, more straunger then ye,
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That gather together bothe carter and clowne.
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And studie to sturre to seeke and to see,
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Whiche waie to devise to trouble the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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Syr Jhon Shorne your morowe Masse Priest,
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Saythe to Lobbe looke aboute will ye knele downe:
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We will have a Masse before Jesus Christ,
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And that is the waye to trouble the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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The Knightes to theyr knaves saye sticke and be stowt,
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Our banners and staves shall bringe us Renowne.
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We have Nobles and others that be as devowt,
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To helpe us at this time to trouble the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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The Rebelles come flinginge but what cometh after,
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A songe worthe the singinge hey downe a downe downe.
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A Tyborne Typpett a roope or a halter,
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For anye that will not be trew to the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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For thoughe ye spoile Churches and burne up the Bible,
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And worshippe gaie Crosses in every towne.
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Your Idolles you asses are never possible,
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To save ye that will not be trew to the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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And thoughe ye do carie the banner of force,
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And Jolie rounde Robyn under your gowne.
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You know that sainct George hath a praunsinge horse,
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Canne make enie Rebell to stoope to the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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The Westmerland Bull must come to the stake,
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The Lyon will rore still till he be downe.
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Northumberland then will tremble and quake,
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For woe that he was so false to the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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And Catholiques old that hold with the Pope,
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And carie dead Images uppe and downe.
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To take better holde they shall have a Roope,
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To teache them once to be trew to the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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Let every Priest that sayethe anye Masse,
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Either chuse to take the Crucifixe downe.
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Or hange as highe as the Crucifixe was,
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Except he will be trew to the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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For God is a God of Jelosie suche,
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He lokes to have his holye Renowne.
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Or elles he will mislyke verye muche,
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To gyve anye one his excellente Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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God prosper the Quene as I truste that he shall,
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And graunt of his mercie with blessed Renowne.
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The Northe, and West, countrie, the sowth, east, and all,
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The people of Englande maye cleave to the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge.
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And I wishe that Good Preachers & other trewe teachers,
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Wolde visite the vynearde whose branches be downe.
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That all the Northe Countrie yet nosseld in Popeerie,
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Might knowe theyr duetie to God and the Crowne.
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Come tomblinge. etc.
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