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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bring_v	grace_n	life_n	4,032	5	4.4522	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08945	Britaines honour In the two valiant Welchmen, who fought against fifteene thousand Scots, at their now comming to England passing over Tyne; wherof one was kill'd manfully fighting against his foe, and the other being taken prisoner, is now (upon relaxation) come to Yorke to his Majestie. The tune is, How now Mars, &c.	M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?	1640 (1640)	STC 19223; ESTC R35788	1,418	2

Britaines Honour In the two Valiant Welchmen who fought against fiftenne thousand Scots at their now comming to England passing over Tyne whereof one was kill'd manfully fighting against his foes and the other being taken Prisoner is now upon relaxations come to Yorke to his Majestie The tune is How now Mars c. YOu noble Brittaines bold and hardy That iustly are deriv'd from Brute Who were in battell neere found t●rdy But still will fight for your repute 'gainst any hee What e'r a' be Now for your credit list to me Two Welchmens valour you shall see These two undaunted Troian worthies Who prized honour more then life With Royall Charles who in the North is To salve with care the ulcerous strife Which frantick sots With conscious spots Bring on their soules these two hot shots Withstood full fifteene thousand Scots The manner how shall be related That all who are King Charles his friends May be with courage animated Unto such honourable ends These cavaliers Both Musquetiers Could never be possest with feares Though the Scots Army nigh appeares Within their workes neere Tyne intrench'd Some of our Soveraignes forces lay When the Scots Army came they flinched And on good cause retyr'd away Yet blame them not For why the Scot Was five to one and came so hot Nothing by staying could be got Yet these two Martialists so famous One to another thus did say Report hereafter shall not shame us Let Welchmen scorne to runne away Now say our King Let 's doe a th●● Whereof the world shall loudly ring Unto the grace of our off-spring The vaunting Scot shall know what valour Doth in a Britains brest reside They shall not bring us any dolour But first wee 'll tame some of their pride What though we dy Both thee and I Yet this we know assuredly In life and death ther 's victory The second part to the same tune With this unbounded resolution These branches of Cadwalader To put their wills in execution Out of their trenches would not stir But all night lay And would not stray Out of the worke and o th' next day The Scots past o'r in Battell aray The hardy Welchmen that had vowed Like Jonathan unto his David Unto the Scots themselves they showed And so couragiously behaved Themselves that they Would ne'r give way But in despite o th' foe would stay For nothing could their minds dismay Even in the Iawes of death and danger Where fifteene thousand was to two They still stood to 't and which is stranger More then themselves they did subdue Courage they cry'd Le ts still abide Let Brittaines fame be dignifi'd When two the Scottish hoasts defi'de At length when he two Scots had killed One of them brauely lost his life His strength and courage few excelled Yet all must yéeld toth' fatall knife The other hee Having slaine thrée Did Prisoner yéeld himselfe to be But now againe he is set frée This is the story of these victors Who as they sprung o th' Troians race So they did shew like two young Hectors Unto their enemies disgrace Hereafter may Times children say Two valiant Welchmen did hold play With fifteene thousand Scots that day His Maiesty in Princely manner To give true vertue its reward The man surviving more to honour Hath in particular regard Thus valiant deeds Reward succeeds And from that branch which valour breeds All honourable fruit proceeds Now some may say I doe confesse it That all such desperate attempts Spring only from foole hardinesse yet Who ever this rare deed exempts From valour true if him I knew I would tell him and 't were but due Such men our Soveraigne hath too few For surely t is a rare example Who now will feare to fight with ten When these two lads with courage ample Opposed fifteene thousand men Then heigh for Wales Scots strike your Sayles For all your proiects nought prevailes True Brittains scorne to turne their tayles M. P. FINIS London Printed by E. G. and are to be sold at the Horse-Shooe in Smith-field