An excellent new Ballad, shewing the Petigree of our Royall King JAMES, the
first of that name in England. To the tune of, Gallants all come mourne with mee.
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ENgland with chearefull hart give eare,
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to that my Muse shall now declare:
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Tis no bare thing I take in hand,
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but what brings comfort to this land:
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The Petigree of a noble King.
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whose name to thee doth Honour bring.
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O Hone, honinonero, tarrararara,
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tarrarararara hone.
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The dreadfull sting of cruell death,
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hath stopt ELIZAS princely breath:
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And to her joy, she now is gone,
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to heaven for an Angels throne
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Leaving her Honoure and her Crowne,
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to princely JAMES, of great renowne.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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Shee ruled hath mongst us long time,
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in spight of those that did repine:
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And sought to stop her princely breath:
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but yet shee dide a naturall death.
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And to our comfort God did send
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King JAMES, his Gospell to defend.
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O hone, honinonero. etc.
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The Romish Pope, who many a day,
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hath looked for a violent pray,
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Frustrate by Wisedomes power and care,
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Is readie now for to dispaire:
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And in a sound he sinketh downe,
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now noble James hath got the Crowne
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O hone, honinonero. etc.
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With his raigne doth the Spring begin,
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as Usher for to bring him in:
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Which in consent doth well agree
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withe'yeere, the incarnate word to bee:
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And in that month greeting by fate,
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by th'old world to wisedome dedicate.
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O hone, honinonero. etc.
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And I devine thus by the yeere:
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England shall have no other peere:
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But in his line it shall remaine,
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In spight of Pope and cruell Spaine,
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Even untill the day of Doome,
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that Christ to judgement downe shal come
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O hone, honinonero etc.
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Eight hundred myles his Empire goes
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in length, spight of all his foes.
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From Cornewall, to past Calidon,
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is knowne to be King James his owne.
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Halfe which her boosome foorth doth lay,
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from German to the Virginian sea.
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O hone, honinonero. etc.
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A fertile soyle is Ireland,
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now subject to his glorious hand:
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Yea all the Iles from famous Fraunce,
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their chalkie tops to him advaun[ce]
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Saturne to him resignes his cha[?]
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making the wealthy Mines[?]
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O hone, honinonero. etc.
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My Pen, why stayst thou to report
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to satisfie the vulgar sort.
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The Petigree of James our King,
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whose fame throughout the world doth ring:
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The Infidell & romish Spaine,
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shall tremble when they heare his name
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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O let my Pen your eares inchaunt,
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to looke unto brave John a Gaunt,
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Of Edward the third fourth son was hee,
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from whom we draw this petigree:
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For he behinde him issue left,
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John the Earle of Somerset.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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Which likewise left a sonne behinde,
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called John of a noble minde:
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The which was Duke of Somerset,
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so made, for his atchivements great,
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The which did win him great renowne:
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but heere I leave to set them downe,
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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Which Duke had issue gentle Reader,
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Margarete, matcht with Edmond Tuder
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Which Edmond Tuder had a sonne,
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Called Henrie Earle of Richmon:
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Which Henrie after Richards death,
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espoused faire Elizabeth.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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This Elizabeth of famous worth,
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was daughter to King Edward the fourth:
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And thus by their predestinate bed,
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they joynd the White-rose and the Red:
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To Englands great unspeakable joy,
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And to our enemies sore anoy.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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By which most blest and happy unite,
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they had a Daughter, cald Margarete,
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First matcht to Scottish James the fourth
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which was a man of mickle worth:
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Which Margaret to James did bring,
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the fift of that name Scotlands King.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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This James a Daughter did possesse,
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whose birth our sorrowes doth redresse
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Called Marie, by her name,
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a very faire and princely Dame.
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The more her fame for to advaunce,
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was macht with Frauncis King of Fraunce
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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But leave we her in Fraunce awhyle,
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and now come backe unto the stile
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Of Henries Daughter, Margaret,
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whose blessed wombe brought our delight
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[F]or Archeball Douglas she did wed,
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Anguis brave Earle, who issue bred.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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By her he had a Daughter bright,
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cald by the name of Margaret,
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To the Earle of Lenox wedded was shee,
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and bore a Sonne named Henrie,
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The which was called the Lord Darlie,
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and after wedded the Scottish Marie.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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By whose most sweete and happy bed,
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our sorrowes now are quight stroke dead
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For to Lord Darlie she did bring
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olde Brittaines hope, & James our king
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As next of Henries line, 'bove other,
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comming both by father and mother.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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England rejoyce, and now give prayse,
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unto the Lord, that so did rayse
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Our sorrowfull hartes with hopes of joy,
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when we were drownde with sad anoy,
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For losse of sweete Elizaes life,
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looking for nothing more then strife.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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Yet God for us did so provide,
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and helde us up when we did slide,
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And as Eliza she is gone,
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he sent an other to ease our mone.
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King James is hee by whose sweete breath
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we still possesse Queene Elzabeth.
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O Hone, honinonero, etc.
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For though her Corpes be wrapt in lead
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and never on this earth shall tread,
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Yet do her Vertues still remaine,
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without blot, blemish, or staine.
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In noble James her vertues live,
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to whom God doth her honours give.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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O noble King to England haste,
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that our full pleasures we may taste:
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For nothing now breedes our despight,
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but that we want our Prince his sight
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Which if we had, we more should joy,
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then 'Lizaes death wrought our annoy.
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O Hone, honinonero etc.
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Now English-men leave off your griefe,
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For noble James bringes us reliefe:
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Pull mourning Fethers from your head,
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and flourish now in Yellow and Red.
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Sing joyfull Poems of his prayse,
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that God may lengthen long his dayes.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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God graunt him mongst us long to raigne
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to be a scourge to Rome and Spaine:
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That hating them, and all their wayes,
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he still may strive Gods word to rayse.
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And to defend the poore mans right,
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that they be not orecome by might.
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O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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O Lord make thou his Counsell wise,
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that they may give him good advise,
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Blesse the Commons, and all those
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that seeke the ruine of his foes:
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And may he die a thousand shames,
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that with his hart loves not King James.
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O Hone. honinonero, tarrararara,
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Tarrararara hone
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