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S121869 When that the Cocke began to crow / in February last Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 18340 The reedifying of Salomons Temple, / and the / Laborers therof. The reedifying of Salomons Temple, and the Laborers therof. The re-edifying of Solomon's Temple, and the Laborers thereof. 1557-1557 Wyllyam Pickering

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WHen that the Cocke began to crow in February last It was nere dai I knewe right wel the byrdes they songe so fast For they recorded plesauntly when they did understande That winters blastes began to swage and Vere was even at hande And when the Parker hard this Cock eftsone he gan to stere And up he start and gate him forth to viewe and se the dere, And when he came he se the dere where they were on the launde At whome the dere were not amasde but styll they stode and faunde. For well they wyst this Parker came to do his wonted feate, And or he went from them agayne indede he gave them meate. Which they had sought & could not find wherefore they loked thyn, As though they had ben chast with dogs that lately had rusht in. As sone as he was gon from them a Scory scourde the coste, To fray the bandogges from the Dere for feare they should be loste. Whiche longe had made such spoile of them as like hath not ben sene, At every course a leyshe or two as we full ofte have sene. This Scory scoured all the parke he sercht it rounde about. To fortifie the walles therof to kepe the bandogs out When he had take the viewe therof, and sawe the parke so scalde. He made his sute unto the Quene to have it all newe palde. And after him there dyd succede a man of auncient yeares. Which did renewe the former sute unto the noble Peeres. Whose judgement is profounde & depe as all the learned say. And he affyrmde and proved it both our fayth was in decaye. Whiche is the moost assured wall that may or can be bylte, Whiche wall hath ben battred at that it was almoste spylte, And if this wall be not repayrde but fall styll in decaye The bandogs wyll breake in againe and drive the deare awaye.
Thus hath this auncient whithed proved with argumentes moost stronge, That if this wall be not repayrde the parke cannot stande longe. Wherfore the buylders of this wall that have take it in hande Have sharpned all theyr tooles right wel to have this buildinge stande. A Byll also sharped his edge to cut the brambles downe And to destroy the wicked wedes that were in hye renoume. Thus all these builders work righe well for they have begon the frame, And all that se theyr workmanship do much commend the same, They worke it artificiallye as men experte and wyse. For why they builde upon the rocke and not upon the yse. Who hath not sene, who hath not hard the doynges of these men, What paynes they take incessantlye to buylde this wall agen, To kepe the yonge fawnes from the fox and from the wolves and dogges. Leste that the parke be foylde agayne with swyne and fylthy hogges. Marke well the grist that grind all ground and ye shal understande, That he is able well to buyld the thinge he taketh in hande. For he hath newly bete his quernes, wherfore it may be thought, That he intendes to grinde the grist that we full longe have sought, But when the mighty Sampson cam that longe had ben away. He musled up the bandogges mouthes that the had naught to saye. So that theyr fury is well cooled throuh Sampsons force and might For though they grin and loke awrye they have no power to byte, For nowe the dere go quietlye within the pale and parke, And are nothinge afrayde to here the bandogs how they barke, There kepers nowe ar come agen that longe have ben awaye, Wherfore the poore and simple Dere, are joyfull of this daye, For when the Horne was heard of then which sounded like a bell, The Dere that knewe the same before dyd like it wery well.
He blew his measures in such sort so truly and so trymme That all that hard the sound therof had much delight in him, Besides all these yet are there mo, whose diligence and payne, Do crave of us etarnall prayse that lyve and do remayne, Lever and Sandes, for so they hyght whose godly hartes and wyll Are wholy bent unto the truth and to confute the yll, So are these two that yet remayne, as it hath well bene sene, How learnedly they speake their mindes before our noble Quene. Pedder and Wyntrel, these are they whose memory and fame Shal be revived, when they are dead their actes deserve the same, For these and for the rest of them let us geve thankes to God, whose mercy towardes us is suche, that he hath broke the rod, O Lorde beholde thy labourers and now put to thy hande, To buylde thy holy Temple up that it may ever stande. Dryve out the ydle men therof ye dryve them cleane awaye Whiche long have sought the spoile of it to bringe it to decaye. To whome let us left up our hartes at morow and at even, That it wyll please him to preserve Elisabeth our quene, Long to endure amongest us here and to possesse her place, And afterwardes to Joye with him when she hath runne her race.
Finis God save the quene, Imprinted at London, for Wyllyam Pickering dwellind at Saint Magnus Corner.