[But ?] was scard on St. Peters daye.
Oh sorrow, pittifull sorrow, and yett all this is true.
All yow that please to understand,
Come listen to my storye,
To see Death with his rakeing brand
Mongst such an auditorye;
Regarding neither Cardinalls might,
Nor yett the rugged face of Henry the Eight.
Oh sorrow, &c.
This fearfull fire beganne above,