God prosper long our noble King,
Our lives and safeties all:
A woeful story late there did
In Britain’s Isle befall.
Duke Smithson, of Northumberland,[44]
A vow to God did make,
The choicest gifts in fair England,
For him and his to take.
“Stand fast, my merry men all,” he cried,
“By Moira’s Earl and me,