A famous dittie of the Joyful receaving of the
Queens moste excellent majestie, by the worthy Citizens of London the xii day
of November, 1584. at her graces comming to Saint James.
To the tune of Wigmores Galliard.
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THe twelfe day of November last,
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Elizabeth our noble Queen:
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To Londen-warde she hied fast,
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which in the Cuntry long had been
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The Citizens went then apace,
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on stately steeds to meet her grace.
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In velvet coats and chaines of golde,
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moste gorgiously for to beholde.
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Each company in his degree,
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stood orderly in good aray:
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To entertaine her majesty,
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as she did passe along the way.
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And by each man did duly stand:
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a wayter with a torch in hand.
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Because it drue on toward night:
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along the way her grace to light.
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The people flocked there amain,
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The multitude was great to see:
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Their Joyful harts were glad and fain,
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to view her princely majesty.
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Who at the length came riding by:
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within her chariot openly.
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Even with a noble princely train:
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of Lords and Ladies of great fame.
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Her majesty was glad to see,
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her subjects in so good a case:
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Which then fell humbly on their knee,
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desiring God to save her grace.
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And like a noble prince that day:
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for them in like sorte did she pray.
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And curteously she answered still:
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I thank you all for your goodwill.
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And bowing down on every side,
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moste lovingly unto them all:
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A poor man at the length she spied,
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which down before her grace did fall.
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And curteously she then did stay
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to heer what he had then to say.
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To whome he did present anon,
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an humble supplication.
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Then plesantly she passed on,
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til she unto Saint James came:
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And alwaies as she went along,,
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the people cri'd with might and main.
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O Lord preserve your noble Grace:
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and all your secret foes deface.
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God blesse and keep our noble Queen:
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whose like on earth was never seen.
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What Traitors hart can be so hard,
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to hurt or harme that princely flower:
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What wretch from grace is so debard,
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that can against her seem to lower.
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Which is the onely star of light:
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that doth amaze all princes sight.
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A moste renowned virgin Queen,
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whose like on earth was never seen.
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The daughter of a noble King,
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desending of a royall race:
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Whose fame through all the world doth ring
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whose vertues shines in every place.
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The Diamond of delight and joy,
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which guides her cuntry from anoy.
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A moste renowned virgin Queen:
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whose like on earth was never seen.
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The peerles pearle of Princes all,
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so ful of pitty, peace, and love:
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Whose mercy is not proved small,
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when foule offendors doo her moove.
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A Phenix of moste noble minde,
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unto her subjects good and kinde.
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A moste renowned virgin Queen:
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whose like on earth was never seen.
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The servant of the mighty God,
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which dooth preserve her day and night:
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For whome we feel not of his rod,
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although the pope hath doon his spite.
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The cheef maintainer of his woord:
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wherein consists our heavenly food.
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O Lord preserve our noble Queen:
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whose like on earth was never seen.
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And such as hollow harted be,
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partakers of the romish rout:
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Which thinketh mischeef secretly,
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the Lord wil suerly finde them out.
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And give them their deservings due:
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which to her grace is found untrue.
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But Lord preserve our noble Queen:
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whose like on earth was never seen.
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In many dangers hath she been,
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but God was evermore her guide:
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He wil not see our gratious Queen,
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to suffer harme through traitors pride.
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But everyone which sought her fall,
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the Lord did stil confound them all.
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And such as thought her life to spill:
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themfelves moste desperately did kil.
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And every traitor in this land,
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Whose wicked thoughts are yet unknown
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The Lord consume them out of hand,
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before they be more riper grown.
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Whose harts are set with one accord:
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against th'annointed of the Lord.
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But God preserve our noble Queen:
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whose like on earth was never seen.
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Lord send her long and happy daies,
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in England for to rule and raigne:
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Gods glory evermore to raise,
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true Justice alwaies to maintain.
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Which now these six and twenty yeers,
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so royally with us appeers.
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O Lord preserve our noble Queen:
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whose like on earth was never seen.
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