And such as seduce the people with blyndnes,
And byd them to trust the Pope and his kyndnes,
Make worke for the tynker, as prouerbes doth saie;
By such popishe patching still comes well a daye.
Well a daye, etc.
And she that is rightfull your Queene to subdue ye,
Althoughe you be spitefull, hath gyven no cause to ye;
But if ye will vexe her, to trie her hole force,
Let him that comes next her take heed of her horse.
She is the lieftennante of him that is stowtest,
She is the defender of all the devowtest;
It is not the Pope, nor all the Pope may,
Can make her astonyed, or singe well a daie,
Well a daye, etc.
God prosper her highnes, and send her his peace,
To governe good people with grace and increase;
And send the deservers, that seeke the wronge way,
At Tyborne some carvers, to singe well a daie,
Well a daye, well a daye, well a daye, woe is me,
Sir Thomas Plomtrie is hanged on a tree.
Finis.
W. E.
Imprinted at London in Fleetstrete beneath the
Conduit, at the signe of S. John Evangelist,
by Thomas Colwell.