A Ballad rejoysinge the sodaine fall,
Of Rebels that thought to devower us all.
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REjoyce with me ye Christians all,
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To God geve laude and prayse:
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The Rebels stoute have now the fall,
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Their force and strength decayes.
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Which hoped through their Traitrous traine,
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Their Prince and native soyle:
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To put by their devises vaine,
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Unto a deadly foile.
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And with their Armies stoute in Feilde,
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Against their Prince did rise:
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And thought by force of Speare and sheilde:
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to win their enterprise.
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It was the Erle of Westmerland,
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that thought himselfe so sure:
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By the aide of his Rebellious bande,
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his countrie to devoure.
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The Erle eke of Northumberland,
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his Traitorous parte did take:
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With other Rebels of this Lande,
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for Ave Maries sake.
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Saying they sought for no debate,
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Nor nothing els did meane:
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But would this Realme weare in the state,
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That it before hath ben.
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What is that state I would faine know?
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That they would have againe:
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The Popish Masse it is I trowe,
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With her abuses vaine.
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As by their doings may apeare,
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In comming through ech Towne:
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The Bibles they did rent and teare,
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Like Traytours to the Crowne.
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And Traytours unto god likewise,
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By right we may them call:
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That do his lawes and worde despise,
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Their Country Queene and all.
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The lawes that she established,
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According to Gods word,
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They seeke to have abolished,
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By force of warre and sword.
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Forgetting cleane their loyaltie,
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That to their Prince they owe:
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Their faith and eke fidelitie,
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That they to hir should show.
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And rather seeke to helpe the Pope,
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His honour lost to winne,
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In whom they put their faith and hope,
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To pardon al their sinne.
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That if they should their native Land,
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Their Queene and God denie:
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They should have pardon at his hand,
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For their iniquitie.
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Therfore with those that love the Pope,
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They did their strength employ:
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And therby steadfastly did hope,
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Gods flocke cleane to destroy,
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And then set up within this Land,
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In every Churche and towne:
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Their Idols on Roodeloftes to stand,
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Like gods of greate renowne.
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Their Aulters and tradicions olde,
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With painted stocke and stone:
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Pardons and Masses to be solde,
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With Kerye leyson.
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Friers shoulde weare their olde graye Gownes,
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And Maides to shrift should com:
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then Priestes should singe with shaven Crownes
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Dominus Vobiscum
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All these and suchlike vaneties,
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Should then beare all the sway:
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And gods word through such fantasies,
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Should cleane be layd away.
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But like as god did them despise,
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Which were in Moyses dayes:
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That did a calfe of gold devise,
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As god to give him prayse.
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And for the same Idolatry,
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In one day with the sword:
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Did thre and twenty thousand dye,
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That did neglect his worde.
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The Children eke of Israell,
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In Ezechias time:
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He made among their Foes to dwell,
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That did Committe that Crime.
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But when that Ezechias praied,
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To God to helpe his owne:
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The Lorde forthwith did send them aide,
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Their Foes weare overthrowne,
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A Hundred Thousande Eightie Five,
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By Gods Aungelles weare slaine:
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And none of them were left alive,
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That toke his name in Vaine,
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Senacheris also the Kinge,
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Then of the Assirians:
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As he his God was honouring,
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Was slaine by his two Sonnes.
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Like as he did those Rebels still,
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Which did his flocke pursewe:
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From time to time of his free will,
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By force of Warre subdewe.
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As Hollifernus and the rest,
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He put them still to flight:
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That had his little flocke opprest,
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In presence of his sighte.
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So hath he now these Rebels all,
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Through their ungodly trade:
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Cast downe into the Pit to fall,
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That they for others made.
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To whom still daily let us praye,
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Our noble Queene to sende,
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A Prosperous Raigne both night and day,
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From her foes to defende.
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Her and her Counsaile, Realme and all,
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During her noble life:
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And that Ill hap may them befall,
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That seeke for Warre and strife.
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