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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39822	Floddan field in nine fits being an exact history of that famous memorable battle fought between English and Scots on Floddan-hill in the time of Henry the Eighth anno 1513 : worthy the perusal of the English nobility.; Flodden feilde.		1664 (1664)	Wing F1365; ESTC R3032	30,444	90

will not take our parts Set forward Syr'es then can he say Unto the Howards let 's make hast And being sore wearied with the way At Anwick town arriv'd at last Whose coming did greatly rejoyce The Earle and all his company Who but the Eagle bare the voice With wings wapped as he would flee At Anwick while the army increast The weather wax't both soul and wet With rain down ratling never ceas'd That every brook burst forth on float Such rustling winds such blustering breast And rushing day and night did sound Which made the Earle sore agast His son Lord Admiral should be drown'd Which at his parting had promis'd plight To his father if he were alive At Newcastle with main and might His Fleet in merry ray to arive Which promise he did fully keep Sir Neptune did such friendship show And safely then he and his Fleet To ●●p●y Ha●●n did bestow Then souldiers soon he set on land And to his father fast he hy'd With warlike wights in worthy band Two thousand men at least well tryed With Cartains couragious and keen At Anwick they arriv'd at last Whom when the Earle his army had seen With sudden fear they were agast For seeing their armour as black as ink Some said it was some Scottish band And divers did esteem and think They were some force from forraign land Some took their harnesse some their horse And forward fast busied to feight But when they saw St. Georges Cros● And English armes born up on height Some said it was some ●olly crew The King had sent from France that ●yde The southern men the ●ooth so●● knew And loud Lord Admiral they cry●d Who when the Earl of Sur●y saw He thanked God with heart so milde And hand ●or joy to heaven did throw His son was say'd from waters wild A merry mee●ing there was seen For first they kist and then imbrac'd For joy the tears fell from th● eyne All sorepost fears was 〈◊〉 ●ac'd Then caus'd the Earl each Captain count Under their wings what souldiers were Which done the number did but mount To six and twenty thousand seere Then the Earl call'd a Council ●oone Of prudent Lords and Captains wife And how the battle might best be done He bade them shew their best device Some said too small their number was To atchieve so great an enterprise S●me councell'd posts back for to pass For aid and cause the countries rise And from the south the Queen some 〈◊〉 A band of souldiers soon would send And will'd to stay for while they staid Their powers daily might amend Some said the Scots straightway would slee And powers daily would diminish Wherefore to stay was their counsel Thus they the Earl did admonish Up start the Admiral then in ire And stamping stood with stomack 〈◊〉 Why sir said he there to his ●ir● 〈◊〉 cowardi●e lent you his 〈◊〉 Let never King Harry hear for shame That you should play this dasta●d part 〈◊〉 ne're be blown by trump of faine That you should bear a cowards heart Hath not King Henry left you here His Lieutenant to rule the Land Trusting that fiercely without fear The scoulding Scots you would withstand Think on your Fathers valiance How fiercely he fought at Bosworth Field Till time that he by Stanley's Lance With grievous wounds his life did yield Would God quoth he my brother Edward Were here alive this present day No foes there could have made him seat'd In Camp here like a coward to stay What Royal fame what high renown Hath he left to his Line and Race What ample fame what great renown If life had lasted longer space The sea he did both scoure and sweep No Pirate proud durst peare in sight Not Pirate John for all his power That great renownad Zodian Knight How oft the Royal Fleet of France In cruel conflict by him was griev'd If he had scap'd that fatal ●●●nce What worthy acts by him atchiev'd No multitudes made him dismay'd Nor numbers great his stomack swage Great shame then would to us be laid And to our 〈◊〉 spring in ●●ch ●ge Your Fathers fame then should be ●ilde His worthy facts should be forgot The chief renown eke of your child Your beastith acts should clear out-blot If ye lie loytering here like lowns And do not sight you Scots again For still we hear how English towns Are burnt and sucking babes are slain And daily they pilser each place And spoils the people all about Wherefore let 's stay no longer space But now step forth with stomack s●out The fourth Fit THen th' Earle of Surrey again reply'd And to his son thus gan he say No bashfulness doth make me bide Nor stomack faint doth make me stay The cause is for no cowardize So long time here we make delay And yet I fear this enterprize Will prove no childish sport or play Great counsel therefore must be imbrac'd With good deliberation Our Cards we had both need to count cast Since it lieth on such a weight and fashion Two hardy oft good hap doth hazard And over-bold oft is not best That prove I by my son Sir Edward Which ever was too bold of brest He had been man alive this day If he with counsel wise had wrought But he was drown'd in Bartrumbs bay This end his great boldness him brought My Father at King Richards field Under the Stanley's launce lay slain And I there did a Captive yield Our manhood great got us this gain We might have scap'd that scurvy day If warning could out wits have bet A friend of ours to cause us stay Upon my Fathers gate had set A certain scrall whose scripture said Jack of Norfolk be not too bold And under that in Verse was laid Dick an thy Master is bought and sold My father fighting fierce was slain King Richard reav'd of life and Crown Such goodly guerdon oft they gain Which rashly run to get renown For see the Duke of York was brought At Wakefield to his fatal fall Who might have scap'd if he had wrought The counsel wise of David Hall I read of Conquerors and Kings For lack of Councel cast away Now since at hand such danger hings Our Councel we had need to say It is not I am fright with fear Nor for my self such thought I take But for young babes and infants dear Which fathers sore I fear will lack Such fortune falls through fights doubtless Poore widows plenty shall be left And many a servant masterless And mothers of their sons bereft This is the cause I counsel crave This is the cause I cast such doubts I 'de rather one English souldier save Then for to kill a thousand Scots I can no kind of compasse cast But many a life there must be lost And many a tall man death must taste The Scots are such a mighty host The Prince is there himself present With all his Peers prepar'd for War With Barons Knights and Commons bent A hundred thousand men they