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Scotlands thanks-giving for the returne of their armie. Together vvith a true copie of a letter from Dublin of their last proceedings, sent to Iohn Bibie drum-major for the Tower and Citie of London.
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Bacon, John, 17th cent.
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SCOTLANDS THANKS-GIVING FOR THE RETVRNE OF THEIR ARMIE TOGETHER VVith a true Copie of a Letter from DUBLIN of their last Proceedings sent to Iohn Bibie Drum-Major for the Tower and Citie of London LONDON Printed in the same Yeare The Scots Armie did retire Printed for T. Paine and M. Simmons 1642. SCOTLANDS THANKS-GIVING FOR HER ARMIES safe joyfull and prosperous return from ENGLAND BLest be the living Lord who reigns above To Scotland who hath shown such signes of love And maugre ravenous Rome and spitefull Spaine Kept us abroad and brought us safe again Unto our native soil with Songs of joy Foyling our Foes who would us all destroy Who would have look'd when first we march'd ov'r Tweid So long and well in England we should speed Curbing all those did threat us to withstand And feeding on the best fruits of their Land Having Christs Word and Sacraments in peace And puritie in Superstitions Place Returning with such credit joy and fame And blessings great which no Pen can proclaim Seeing our Princes sweet and gracious face And feasting with contentment with his Grace Foes gnasht their teeth so blest a day to see When Scot's who Traitors were proclaim'd to be Now counted are best Subjects by our King Which joyes our hearts above all earthly thing Blest August joyfullest Moneth in all the yeer In thee we march'd ov'r Tyne and did retire With joyfull hearts and songs of endlesse praise To GOD who hath us blest in all our wayes Gods Israel no moe marvellous favours fand Nor we brave Scots into a strangers Land They marvels great did find from God most high But all were worlds of wonders we did see Ah wretched vipers to your native soil Who would have wished your Countries finall foil Who can paint out your woes sin shame and scorn By God your King and all true Scots forlorn Rome hang thy head thy hellish plots are gone And bailfull Bishops your bad change bemone Your dririe train no help from Laud can find And by Saint Peters Chair is left behind Newcastle Durhame and you Towns by Ties Keep what you heard from us and saw with eyes Return not to your wonted dregs of Rome Lest you be curs'd and dolefull be your doom And one day we to your just condemnation Bear witnesse of your breach of Protestation Lord blesse our wise and valiant Generall Our Nobles Cavaliers and Souldiers all Who for Christs cause and their deare Countries good Devoted honours life name means and blood Fame times eternall Herald shall proclaim To Ages all your never dying Name Curs'd be those hellish spirits who hence shall move Sturs us among to break the bonds of Love England farewell Lord plant his truth in thee That thou with us in Peace and Puritie May worship God and hate that Man of Sin Whose brood too long hath Britaine breath'd within Welcome sweet Scotland who is like to thee Pay God thy vows so blest thou still shall be Lord blesse our good our great and gracious King That long in these Three Kingdoms he may reign And that his seed the Scepter still may sway While Titan cease to rule the glistring Day That grace and Peace may flourish in our Land And blest Astrea have the sole command That they who love Sion's felicitie His Counsellors and Courtiers may be Lord from his Throne all Parasites remove And fire-brands Sion hate that Rome do love So he a blessed King shall reign on Earth And Ages all shall blaze his fame and worth God shall be honour'd and the Kingdoms three Shall blesse the time they did King Charles see A LETTER SENT FROM John Bacon an Officer under Sir Simon Harcot in Dublin to John Bibie an Officer in the Tower of LONDON DEare Friend for all your former favours I heartily thanke you and in requitall thereof I can doe no lesse than impart to you the heads of our late proceedings Wee have lost two Lieutenants and two Ensignes of our Regiment on service that wee have been upon Wee drew out three thousand foote and horse with us and went twelve miles into the Countrey wee drew out with us foure field Pieces thinking to give the Rebells a pitcht Battell but they run away like dogges where wee tooke twentie and odde of the Rebells and hanged them up that had formerly burned a Towne called Newerd-Castell and another Castle close by it called Castle-Lyons and then we marcht for the Nase where we lay one night and a day and tooke the Towne and fired eleven Townes besides and there wee lay foure dayes in the fields horse and foote Our Forces were under Command of Sir Simon Harcot and Sir Charles Coote and Collonell Crayford The Horse was under the Command of the Earle of Ormond Lievtenant Generall of the Field Since that wee went to a Castle called Artaine where wee took good provision and had good pillage and are now safe returned to Dublin thankes be to the Lord for it Wee may well say the Lord hath been with us in six troubles and in the seventh he hath not left us If it had not been the Lord who was on our side when men rose up against us Then they had swallowed us up quicke when their wrath was kindled against us Blessed be the Lord who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth Dublin Feb. 12. 1641. I rest yours to use JOHN BACON FINIS