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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68251	An excellent new ballad, shewing the petigree of our royall King Iames the first of that name in England. To the tune of, Gallants all come mourne with mee.		1603 (1603)	STC 14423; ESTC S106497	2,241	1

An excellent now Ballad shewing the Petigree of our Royall King IAMES the first of that name in England To the tune of Gallants all come mourne with mee ENgland with chearefull hart giue eare to that my Mu●e shall now declare T is no ba●e thing I take in hand but what brings comfort to this land The Petigree of a noble King whose name to thee doth Honour bring O Hone honinonero tarrararara tarrarararara hone The dreadfull sting of cruell death hath stopt ELI●AS princely breath And to her ioy she now is gone to heauen for an Angels throne Leauing her Honoure and her Crowne to princely IAMES of great renowne O Hone honinonero c. Shee ruled hath mongst vs long time in spight of those that did repine And sought to stop her princely breath but yet shee dide a naturall death And to our comfort God did send King IAMES his Gospell to defend O hone honinonero c. The Romish Pope who many a day hath looked for a violent pray Frustrate by Wisedomes power and care Is readie now for to dispaire And in a sound he sinketh downe now noble Iames hath got the Crowne O hone honinonero c. With his raigne doth the Spring begin as Vsher for to bring him in Which in consent doth well agree withe'yeere the incarnate word to bee And in that month greeing by fate by th' old world to wisedome dedicate O hone honinonero c. And I deuine thus by the yeere England shall haue no other peere But in his line it shall remaine In spight of Pope and cruell Spaine Euen vntill the day of Doome that Christ to iudgement downe shal come O hone honinonero c. Eight hundred myles his Empire goes in length spight of all his foes From Cornewall to past Calidon is knowne to be King Iames his owne Halfe which her boosome foorth doth lay from German to the Virginian sea O hone honinonero c. A fertile soyle is Ireland now subiect to his glorious hand Yea all the Iles from famous Fraunce their chalkie tops to him aduaun●● Saturne to him resignes his cha●●● making the wealthy Mines 〈…〉 O hone honinonero c. My Pen why stayst thou to report to satisfie the vulgar sort The Petigree of Iames our King whose fame throughout the world doth ring The Infidell romish Spaine shall tremble when they heare his name O Hone honinonero c. O let my Pen your eares inchaunt to looke vnto braue Iohn a Gaunt Of Edward the third fourth son was hee from whom we draw this petigree For he behinde him issue left Iohn the Earle of Somerset O Hone honinonero c. Which likewise left a sonne behinde called Iohn of a noble minde The which was Duke of Somerset so made for his atchiuements great The which did win him great renowne but heere I leaue to set them downe O Hone honinonero c. Which Duke had issue gentle Reader Margarete matcht with Edmond Tuder Which Edmond Tuder had a sonne Called Henrie Earle of Richmon Which Henrie after Richards death espoused faire Elizabeth O Hone honinonero c. This Elizabeth of famous worth was daughter to K. Edward the fourth And thus by their predestinate bed they ioynd the White-rose and the Red To Englands great vnspeakable ioy And to our enemies sore anoy O Hone honinonero c. By which most blest and happy vnite they had a Daughter cald Margarete First matcht to Scottish Iames the fourth which was a man of mickle worth Which Margaret to Iames did bring the fift of that name Scotlands King O Hone honinonero c. This Iames a Daughter did possesse whose birth our sorrowes doth redresse Called Marie by her name a very faire and princely Dame The more her fame for to aduaunce was macht with Frauncis K. of Fraunce O Hone honinonero c. But leaue we her in Fraunce a whyle and now come backe vnto the stile Of Henries Daughter Margaret whose blessed wombe brought our delight ●or Archeball Douglas she did wed ●nguis braue Earle who issue bred O Hone honinonero c. By her he had a Daughter bright cald by the name of Margaret To the Earle of Lenox wedded was shee and bore a Sonne named Henrie The which was called the Lord Darlie and after wedded the Scottish Marie O Hone honinonero c. By whose most sweete and happy bed our sorrowes now are quight stroke dead For to Lord Darlie she did bring olde Brittaines hope Iames our king As next of Henries line ' boue other comming both by father and mother O Hone honinonero c. England reioyce and now giue prayse vnto the Lord that so did rayse Our sorrowfull hartes with hopes of ioy when we were drownde with sad anoy For losse of sweete Elizaes life ●o●king for nothing more then strife O Hone honinonero c. Yet God for vs did so prouide and helde vs vp when we did slide And as Eliza she is gone he sent an other to ease our mone King Iames is hee by whose sweete breath we still possesse Queene Elzabeth O Hone honinonero c. For though her Corpes be wrapt in lead and neuer on this earth shall tread Yet do her Vertues still remaine without blot blemish or staine In noble Iames her vertues liue to whom God doth her honours giue O Hone honinonero c. O noble King to England haste that our full pleasures we may taste For nothing now breedes our despight but that we want our Prince his sight Which if we had we more should ioy then ' Lizaes death wrought our annoy O Hone honinonero c. Now English-men leaue off your griefe For noble Iames bringes vs reliefe Pull mourning Fethers from your head and flourish now in Yellow and Red. Sing ioyfull Poems of his prayse that God may lengthen long his dayes O Hone honinonero c. God graunt him mongst vs long to raigne to be a scourge to Rome and Spaine That hating them and all their wayes he still may striue Gods word to rayse And to defend the poore mans right that they be not orecome by might O Hone honinonero c. O Lord make thou his Counsell wise that they may giue him good aduise Blesse the Commons and all those that seeke the ruine of his foes And may he die a thousand shames that with his hart loues not K. Iames. O Hone honinonero tarrararara Tarrararara hone FINIS Imprinted at London E. W.