God save our queen, and keep our peace,
That our good shooting may increase,
And praying to God let us not cease,
As well at Yorke as at London.
That all our countree round about
May have archers good to hit the cloute,
Which England cannot be without,
No more than Yorke or London.
Yorke, Yorke, &c.
God graunt that (once) her majestie