EBBA 36301
Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides
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A songe betwene the Quenes majestie and Englande.
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COme over the born bessy / come over the born bessy
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Swete bessy come over to me
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And I shall the take / and my dere lady make
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Before all other that ever I see.
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*Mythinke I hear a voice / at whom I do rejoyce
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and aunswer the now I shall
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Tel me I say / what art thou that biddes me com away
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and so earnestly doost me call.
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*I am thy lover faire / hath chose the to mine heir
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and my name is mery Englande
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Therefore come away / and make no more delaye
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Swete bessie give me thy hande.
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*Here is my hand / my dere lover Englande
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I am thine both with mind and hart
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Forever to endure / thou maiest be sure
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Untill death us two depart.
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*Lady this long space / have I loved thy grace
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more then I durste well saye
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Hoping at the last / when all stormes were past
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For to see this joyfull daye.
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*yet my lover England / ye shall understand
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How Fortune on me did lowre
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I was tombled and tost / from piller to post
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and prisoner in the Towre.
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Dere Lady we do know / how that tirauntes not a fewe
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went about for to seke thy bloude
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An contrarie to right / they did what they might
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That now bare two faces in one hood.
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Then was I caried to wodstock / & kept close under lock
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That no man mighte with me speake
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And against all reason / they accused me of treason
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and ticably thei did me threate.
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Oh my lover faire / my dearlinge and mine heire
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Full sore for the I did lament
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But no man durst speak / but thei wuld him threat
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and quickly make him repent.
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Then was I deliverd their hands / but was faine to put in bands
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and good suerties for my forthcomminge
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Not from my house to departe / nor nowhere els to sterte
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as though I had ben away runninge.
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*Why dere Lady I trow / those mad men did not knowe
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That ye were doughter unto Kinge Hary
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And a princesse of birth / one of the noblest on earth
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and sister unto Quene Mary.
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yes) yet I must forgeve / al such as do live
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if they wil hereafter amend
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And for those that are gone / God forgeve them every one
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and his mercy on them extend.
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yet my lover dere / tell me now here
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For what cause had ye this punishmente
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For the commons did not know / nor no man wuld them shew
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The chief cause of your imprisonment.
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No nor thei themself / that wuld have decaid my welth
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But only by powre and abusion
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Thei culd not detect me / but that thei did suspect me
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That I was not of their religion.
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Oh cruell tirauntes / and also monstrous giauntes
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That woulde suche a swete blossome devour
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But the lorde of his might / defended the in right
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And shortened their arme and powre.
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*yet my lover dere / marke me well here
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Though thei were men of the devill
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The scripture plainly saith / al thei that be of faith
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must nedes do good against evill.
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Oh swete virgin pure / longe may ye endure
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To reigne over us in this lande
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For your workes do accord / ye are the handmaid of the lord
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For he hath blessed you with his hand.
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My swete realme be obedient / to gods holy commaundement
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and my procedinges embrace
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And for that that is abused / shal be better used
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and that within shorte space.
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Dere lady and Quene / I trust it shal be sene
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ye shall reigne quietly without strife
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And if any traiters there be / of any kind or degre
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I pray God send them short life.
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I trust al faithful herts / wil play tru subjects parts
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Knowing me their Quene & true heir by right
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And that much the rather / for the love of my father
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That worthy prince King Henrie theight.
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Therfore let us pray / to God both night and day
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Continually and never to sease
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That he will preserve your grace / to reigne over us long space
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In tranquilitie welth and peace
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Both.
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All honor land & praise, be to the lord god alwaies
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who hath all princes hartes in his handes
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that by his powre & might / he may gide them aright
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For the welth of all christen landes.
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Finis.
Quod. Wylliam Birche.
God save the Quene.
Imprinted at London by William Picke-
ringe / dwelling under Saynt
Magnus church.
W.P.
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