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S106497 1 Gallants all come mourne with mee [unknown] Gallants All Come Mourn With Me ENgland with chearefull hart giue eare, / to that my Muse shall now declare: O Hone, honinonero, tarrararara, / tarrarararara hone. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 82 An excellent new Ballad, shewing the Petigree of our Royall King IAMES, the / first of that name in England. An excellent new Ballad, showing the Pedigree of our Royal King JAMES, the first of that name in England. Printer E.W. ?-?

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ENgland with chearefull hart give eare, to that my Muse shall now declare: Tis no bare 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 ELIZAS princely breath: And to her joy, she now is gone, to heaven for an Angels throne Leaving her Honoure and her Crowne, to princely JAMES, of great renowne. O Hone, honinonero. etc. Shee ruled hath mongst us 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 JAMES, his Gospell to defend. O hone, honinonero. etc. 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 James hath got the Crowne O hone, honinonero. etc. With his raigne doth the Spring begin, as Usher for to bring him in: Which in consent doth well agree withe'yeere, the incarnate word to bee: And in that month greeting by fate, by th'old world to wisedome dedicate. O hone, honinonero. etc. And I devine thus by the yeere: England shall have no other peere: But in his line it shall remaine, In spight of Pope and cruell Spaine, Even untill the day of Doome, that Christ to judgement downe shal come O hone, honinonero etc. Eight hundred myles his Empire goes in length, spight of all his foes. From Cornewall, to past Calidon, is knowne to be King James his owne. Halfe which her boosome foorth doth lay, from German to the Virginian sea. O hone, honinonero. etc. A fertile soyle is Ireland, now subject to his glorious hand: Yea all the Iles from famous Fraunce, their chalkie tops to him advaun[ce] Saturne to him resignes his cha[?] making the wealthy Mines[?] O hone, honinonero. etc.
My Pen, why stayst thou to report to satisfie the vulgar sort. The Petigree of James our King, whose fame throughout the world doth ring: The Infidell & romish Spaine, shall tremble when they heare his name O Hone, honinonero. etc. O let my Pen your eares inchaunt, to looke unto brave John a Gaunt, Of Edward the third fourth son was hee, from whom we draw this petigree: For he behinde him issue left, John the Earle of Somerset. O Hone, honinonero. etc. Which likewise left a sonne behinde, called John of a noble minde: The which was Duke of Somerset, so made, for his atchivements great, The which did win him great renowne: but heere I leave to set them downe, O Hone, honinonero. etc. 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. etc. This Elizabeth of famous worth, was daughter to King Edward the fourth: And thus by their predestinate bed, they joynd the White-rose and the Red: To Englands great unspeakable joy, And to our enemies sore anoy. O Hone, honinonero. etc. By which most blest and happy unite, they had a Daughter, cald Margarete, First matcht to Scottish James the fourth which was a man of mickle worth: Which Margaret to James did bring, the fift of that name Scotlands King. O Hone, honinonero. etc. This James 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 advaunce, was macht with Frauncis King of Fraunce O Hone, honinonero. etc. But leave we her in Fraunce awhyle, and now come backe unto the stile Of Henries Daughter, Margaret, whose blessed wombe brought our delight [F]or Archeball Douglas she did wed, Anguis brave Earle, who issue bred. O Hone, honinonero. etc.
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. etc. By whose most sweete and happy bed, our sorrowes now are quight stroke dead For to Lord Darlie she did bring olde Brittaines hope, & James our king As next of Henries line, 'bove other, comming both by father and mother. O Hone, honinonero. etc. England rejoyce, and now give prayse, unto the Lord, that so did rayse Our sorrowfull hartes with hopes of joy, when we were drownde with sad anoy, For losse of sweete Elizaes life, looking for nothing more then strife. O Hone, honinonero. etc. Yet God for us did so provide, and helde us up when we did slide, And as Eliza she is gone, he sent an other to ease our mone. King James is hee by whose sweete breath we still possesse Queene Elzabeth. O Hone, honinonero, etc. For though her Corpes be wrapt in lead and never on this earth shall tread, Yet do her Vertues still remaine, without blot, blemish, or staine. In noble James her vertues live, to whom God doth her honours give. O Hone, honinonero. etc. 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 joy, then 'Lizaes death wrought our annoy. O Hone, honinonero etc. Now English-men leave off your griefe, For noble James bringes us reliefe: Pull mourning Fethers from your head, and flourish now in Yellow and Red. Sing joyfull Poems of his prayse, that God may lengthen long his dayes. O Hone, honinonero. etc. God graunt him mongst us long to raigne to be a scourge to Rome and Spaine: That hating them, and all their wayes, he still may strive Gods word to rayse. And to defend the poore mans right, that they be not orecome by might. O Hone, honinonero. etc. O Lord make thou his Counsell wise, that they may give him good advise, Blesse the Commons, and all those that seeke the ruine of his foes: And may he die a thousand shames, that with his hart loves not King James. O Hone. honinonero, tarrararara, Tarrararara hone
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