%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Truth Discovered / OR / The Shepherds Fled, and the Sheep scattered. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/05/2021 36953

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R226492 OH Shepherds keep your sheep / Least that your God, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 19 Truth Discovered / OR / The Shepherds Fled, and the Sheep scattered. Truth Discovered OR The Shepherds Fled, and the Sheep scattered. ?-? John Truth

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OH Shepherds keep your sheep Least that your God, Doth follow you With his Correcting rod. He is God in town And so he is in City, To flye away Alas it is a pitty. Why doe you flye In Gods Just angry rage, You should have staid and praid His wrath for to Aswage. Good Shepherds never Leave there flocke Unto the Strangers, Which makes me wonder That those Doctors rangers. What flye away? Great men of fames renown, Sparks and Sybals Doctors of this town. In your Conceits You others did Excell, Alas why did you flye From Clerken-well. The thing is base I hold you much to blame, They payed you well I Speak it to your shame. He that is Come Speaks better words then this, And those that sees you In this Land will hiss, Sparks flye upward And I am sure their hot And Sybals is but, A Conceited Scot. Fye do you flye Your faith you Cannot Crown, For when you are seen In City or in town,
Men will Cry out Are these the men of wonder That flyes there City For a Clap of thunder. We thought there principles Had been more sound Then for a stroak of death Thus to have left the ground. What do you teach, That men must stay, And are you the first That durst thus flye, away. By your Example Most are fled the City, The trade is Small Alas the more's the pity. Where can you flye, But God will finde you out, If to the deeps Abiss of Hell He is there no doubt. Or to the Seas, Or to the furthest land, He there can reach you All's at his command. Death, hath done justly To snatch away their Clerk, In losing of their Tythes They lost their mark. Would ever men That had so great renown, For Gods Just Judgements Thus have left this town. Now roten harted Doctors Where's your spirit, Nothing but Ignomy And shame you merit. Had you been true And with your Parish stayd, Double and treble I am sure they would you paid.
Gods angry with us All the world can tell, Divines staying in town Would now do well. For they are men tis thought Would stay Gods hand, Their prayer sure are Prevalant in this land. Where's Moses, now That did stand in the gap, Gods wrath to turn But now it is our hap, To find out men That more court gold Then to restrain, or Gods wrath From us hold. Pity us O God, And stay thy heavy hand, And once more let thy Mercy rule this land. We are thy works And all thy works are good, O father reach us mercy Shed not blood. Ministers are men But thou art Just and good, Leave us not now To seek our spiritual food. Christ did redeem us Thou knowest it full well, He was the Cause We are not now in hell. O bleeding London Do not trust too long, Unto thy strengh For men may do thee wrong. Return unto thy God Which first thee made, So he will ever be thy guide And ayde.
London, Printed for John Truth at Clerkenwell-Green. 1665.