Strange Newes from Brotherton in Yorke-shire, be-
ing a true Relation of the raining of Wheat on Easter day last, to the great a-
maizment of all the Inhabitants; It hath rained Wheate more or lesse every
day since, witnessed by divers persons of good ranke and quality, as the Lady
Ramsden who gethered some herselfe, some of it was sent to Judge Green, and
M. Hurst dwelling at the Fountaine Taverne in Saint Anns Lane neere Alders-
gate in London. To the Tune of The rich Merchant man.
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OH wretched ENGLAND mind!
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the wonders God doth show,
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Observe and lay it well to heart,
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before thine Overthrow:
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It rained Wheat of late,
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as thousands witnesse can,
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In Brothertn in Yorke-shire,
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observ'd by many a man.
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The wonders of the LORD,
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let none forget therefore,
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But carefully beare them in mind,
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both now and evermore.
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It rained Wheat I say,
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a thing which we do want,
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Our sinnes is cause of our strife,
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our strife made all things scant,
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By divers honest men,
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by some of good renowne,
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Some of the wheat that fell that time,
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was brought to London Towne.
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The wonders of the LORD, etc.
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At Oxford to likewise,
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before these warres began,
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It rained wheat as it is known,
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and many witnesse can:
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But what it doth presage.
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there's none but God can tell,
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Or what shall happen unto us,
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who in this Island dwell.
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The wonders of the LORD,
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To raine downe wheat on earth,
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the clouds in sunder breake,
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And we without offence to God,
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may this construction make;
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That when the Time of dearth,
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small foode to us is given,
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Those that do put their trust in God,
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they shall be fed from heaven.
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The wonders of the LORD, etc,
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As GOD his people fed,
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within the Wildernesse,
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The self-same love he still doth beare,
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when his are in distresse,
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The Widows cruse of Oyle
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in times most perilous,
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Unwasted did continue still,
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a thing most strange to us.
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The wonders of the LORD,
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let none forget therefore,
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But carefully beare them in mind, etc,
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THe German Maid likewise,
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to mainfest Gods power,
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Her friends not able her to keepe,
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preserv'd was by a flower:
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A Dearth of things is now,
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and likely to be more,
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Gods power hath bin lately showne,
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in helping of the poore.
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The wonders of the LORD,
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let none forget therefore,
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But carefully beare them in mind,
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both now and evermore.
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Our Chronacles report,
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if it be understood,
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A little before a civill warre,
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one day it rained blood,
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Hailstones as big as Eggs,
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another time then fell,
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Which did much hurt to countryfolks
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our Chronacles doth tell.
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The wonders of the LORD,
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Within the firmament,
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two suns hath often bin,
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And armed men presaging warre,
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to scourge the world for sin:
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The Sea did overflow,
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and man and beast did drowne,
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A Child within a Cradle then
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alive the people found,
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The wonders of the LORD, etc.
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When thScotcsh and English jar'd,
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about eight yeares agoe,
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The like did hap at Knottingley,
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as many people know:
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Strange Apperitions too,
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of armed men did traine,
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On Barkestone Moore not farre from thence
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as many will maintain.
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The wonders of the LORD, etc.
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Old eighty eight methinkes
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should never be forgot,
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With many wonders of the Lord
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likewise the powder Plot:
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A thing first hatcht in Hell,
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by Heaven brought to light,
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God helped us as we may say,
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by his most powerfull might.
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The wonders of the LORD,
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Our King when he was Prince,
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and journed into Spaine,
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It was a wonder that he did
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returne so safe againe:
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In time of bloody warre,
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when thousands fell we know,
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The Lord preserv'd our royall King
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whereever he did go.
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The wonders of the LORD, etc.
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And since there's none hath power,
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to do him any harme,
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God him defend against his foes,
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with his out-streaching hand:
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And let it be the Prayer,
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of all that love his Grace,
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To send him home unto his owne,
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and to his Royall Place.
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The wonders of the LORD,
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let none forget therefore,
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But carefully beare them in mind,
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both now and evermore.
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