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Our god hath gyuen ouer Kynge the victorye / For vnder confession thes prestes dothe bynd Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 131401 Our god hath gyuen ouer Kynge the victorye Our god hath gyuen ouer Kynge the victorye Our god hath given our King the victory 1549-1549

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Our god hath gyven ouer Kynge the victorye For under confession thes prestes dothe bynd The simple people most earnost of all On payne of damnacion to folow their mynde And then absolucion for that have they shall with all good prayer Ecclesyasticall And thus to upholde ther Idolatry To most ranke Treason they caused men to fal But god hath gyven oure Kynge the victorye. The supper of the Lorde ys set forthe truly to Come & receave yt they do dysdayne they saye yt ys a thinge that came up but newlye which shall not Continew ye maye be certayne, For we will sure have the masse up agayne And god of little myght hanged up on hye For whiche they have fowght & manye of them slayne Because God gyvethe oure Kynge the victorye. And now marke ther madnes whiche here doth ensewe The gospell of Christ most sincere and fine Lyke most Cruel tirantes they wolde nedes subdew, They rent and tore the bokes bothe lefe and line They wolde nedes Contynew the Popes owne swyne. Cornewell was cruel and cam very fast They sayde thay wolde thorow without any pause There hartes ware so roted in the popes lawse They begane the laste yere when they slew boldye All England rejoysethe at their overthrowse For only the Lorde is oure Kynges victorye They had falce prophites which brought thigs to passe Cleane contrary to ther owne expectasion Ther hope was for helpe in ther popishe masse They wolde nedes have hanged up a reservacion The vecare of pomodstoke with his congeracion Commanded them to stike to ther Idolatry They had muche provicion and great preperacion Yet God hath gyven our Kynge the victorye They did robe and spoule al the Kynges frendes They called them heriteves with spight & disdayne They roffled a space lyke tirantes and Findes They put some in preson & sume to greate payne And sume fled awaie or else they had bene slayne As was Wyllam hilling that marter truly Whiche they killed at sandford mowre in the playne Where yet god hath given oure Kynge the victory There harts ware so rot[ed in t]he popes lawse They begane the laste yer[e when] they slew bodye All England rejoysethe at ther overthrowse. For only the Lord is oure Kynges vi[ct]orye They had falce prophites which brought thiges to passe Cleane contrary to their owne expectasion Ther hope was for helpe in ther popishe masse They wolde nedes have hanged up a reservacion The vecare of pomodstoke with his congeracion Commanded them to stike to ther Idolatry They had muche provicion and great preperacion Yet God hath gyven our Kynge the victorye They ded robe and spoule all the Kynges frendes They called them heritekes with spight & disdayne They roffled a space lyke tirantes and Findes They put some in preson & sume to greate payne And sume fled awaie or else they had bene slayne As was Wyllam hilling that marter truly Whiche they killed at sandford mowre in the playne where yet god hath given oure Kynge the victory They Came to plummowith the Kynges trustty towne
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