A Joyful Song of the Royall receiving of the
Queenes most excellent Majestie into her highnesse Campe at Tilsburie in Essex: on
Thursday and Fryday the eight and ninth of August. 1588.
To the Tune of Triumph and Joy.
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GOod English men whose valiant harts,
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With courage great and manly partes,
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Doe minde to daunt the overthwarts,
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of any foe to England.
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Attend a while and you shall heare,
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What love and kindnesse doth appeare.
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From the princely mind of our love deare,
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Elizabeth Queene of England.
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To cheare her souldiers one and all,
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Of honour great or title small,
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Or by what name you will them call,
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[?]e[?] of England.
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The time being dangerous now ye know,
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That forraigne enimies to and fro,
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For to invade us make a show,
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and our good Queene of England.
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Her Majestie by grave advise,
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Considering how the danger lyes,
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By all good meanes she can devise,
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for the safetie of all England.
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Hath pointed men of honour right,
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With all the speede they could or might,
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A Campe of men there should be pight,
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on Tilsburie hill in England.
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Her grace being given to understand,
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The mightie power of this her land,
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And the willing harts therein she fand,
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from every shire in England.
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The mightie troupes have shewed the same,
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That day by day to London came,
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From shires and townes too long to name,
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to serve the Queene of England.
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Her grace to glad their harts againe,
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In princely person tooke the paine,
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To honour the troupes and Martiall traine,
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in Tilsburie campe in England.
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On Thursday the eight of August last,
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Her Majestie by water past,
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When stormes of winde did blow so fast,
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would feare some folke in England.
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And at her forte she went on land,
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That neare to Tilsburie (strong) doth stand,
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Where all things furnisht there she fand,
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for the safe defense of England.
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The great shot then, did rage and roare,
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Replyed by a forte on the other shore,
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Whose poudred pellets what wou[ld] ye have more,
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would feare any foe to England
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Her highnesse then to the campe did goe,
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The order there to see and know:
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Which, her Lord generall did dutifully show,
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in Tilsburie campe in England.
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And everie Captaine to her came,
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And everie Officer of fame,
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To show their duetie and their name.
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to their soveraigne Queene of England.
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Of tents and cabins, thousands three,
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Some built with bowes and many a tree,
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And many of canvasse she might see.
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in Tilsburie campe in England.
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Each Captaine had his colours brave,
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Set over his tent in winde to wave,
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With them their officers there they have,
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to serve the Queene of England.
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The other lodginges had their signe,
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For souldiers where to sup and dine,
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And for to sleepe: with orders fine,
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in Tilsburie Campe in England.
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And vittaling boothes, there plentie were,
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Where they sold meate, bread, cheese and beere,
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One should have been hangd for selling too dear
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in Tilsburie campe in England.
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To tell the joy of all and some,
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When that her Majestie was come,
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Such playing on phiphes and many a drum,
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to welcome the Queene of England.
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Displaying of Ensignes verie brave,
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Such throwing of hats what would ye have,
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Such cryes of joy, God keepe and save,
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our noble Queene of England.
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And then to bid her grace good night,
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Great Ordenance shot with pellets pight,
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Fourteene faire peeces of great might,
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to feare the foes of England.
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Her Majestie went then away,
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To the Court, where that her highnesse lay,
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And came againe on the next day,
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to Tilsburie campe in England.
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The Captaines yerly did prepare,
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To have their battell set out faire,
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Against her highnesse comming there,
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to Tilsburie campe in England
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And long before her highnesse came,
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Each point was ordered so in frame,
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Which served to set forth the fame,
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of a royall campe in England.
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The gallant horsemen mounted brave,
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With stomackes stoute that courage have,
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Whose countenance sterne might well deprave
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in sight, the foe of England.
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The armde men, bowmen, and the shot,
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Of Muskets and Calivers hot,
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None of these wanted well I wot,
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in Tilsburie campe in England.
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Fiftie ensignes spred there were,
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Of severall colours fine and faire,
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Of drums and phyphes, grea[t] numbers there,
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in Tilsburie campe in England.
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The battell placd in order due,
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mightie host I tell you true,
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A famous sight it was to view.
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that royall campe in England.
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The hoast thus set in battell ray,
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In braver sorte then I can say,
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For want of knowledge to display,
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so goodly a campe in England.
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How the maine battel, and the winges,
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The vauntgarde, rearewarde, and such things,
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The horsemen whose sharpe launces stinges,
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in fight the foe of England.
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The Noble men, and men of fame,
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In duetie bound did show the same,
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To waite when that her highnes came,
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our soveraigne Queene of England.
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And she being come into the field,
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A martiall staffe, my Lord did yeelde,
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Unto her highnesse, being our shield,
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and marshall chiefe of England.
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Then rode she along the campe to see,
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To everie Captaine orderly,
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Amid the rankes so royally,
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the marshall chiefe of England.
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What princely wordes her grace declarde,
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What gracious thankes in every warde,
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To every souldier none she sparde,
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that served any where for England.
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With princely promisse none should lacke,
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Meate or drinke, or cloth for backe,
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Golde and silver should not slacke,
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to her marshall men of England.
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Then might she see the hats to flye
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And everie souldier shouted hye,
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For our good Queene weel fight or dye,
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on any foe to England.
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And many a Captaine kist her hand
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As she past forth through everie band,
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And left her traine farre off to stand,
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from her marshall men of England.
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Two houres she spent among them there,
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Her princely pleasure to declare,
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Where many a one did say and sweare,
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to live and dye for England.
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And would not aske one penny pay,
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To charge her highnesse any way,
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But of their owne would finde a stay,
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to serve her grace for England.
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To my Lordes pavilion then she went
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A sumptuous faire and famous tent,
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Where dinner time her highnesse spent,
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with martiall men of England.
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In the evening when the tide was come,
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Her highnesse thankt them all and some,
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With trumpets shrile and sound of drum,
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returnd the queene of England.
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To the blockhouse where she tooke her barge,
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There divers Captaines had their charge,
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Then shot the cannons off at large.
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to honour the queene of England.
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And thus her highnesse went away,
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For whose long life all England pray,
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King Henries daughter, and our stay,
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Elizabeth queene of England.
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What subject would not spend his life,
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And all he hath to stay the strife,
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Of forraigne foe that seekes so rife,
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to invade this realme of England.
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Therefore deare countrie men I say,
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With hart to God let us all pray,
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To blesse our Armies night and day,
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that serve our Queene for England.
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