(10)
Altho' the man he ne’er so poor
the sine they will not take,
they call us rebels to the King
and treators to the Crown,
Because we'll not menswear ourselvs
for every bishop lown,
but we will not acknowledge them
nor own them as our head,
Nor will imbrace on mortal man
into our matters stead,
we will prove royal to the King;
through city and through town.
If they will place our ministers
and ding the Bishops down
the Bishops they are high in power,
and sets themselves as lords;
But when the wheel of fortune turns
beware of sharp rewards,
the Bishops they betrayed the church
of God within this land;
But yet I hope to see the day;
when he will it recall,
and bring us back from Babylon
in spite of prelates all,
The Prelates they are but bastards weeds,
and wounded at the root;
there's nothing grows on them but leaves
or then some withered fruit,
But when the master gardner comes,
and sees how blait they'r like;
he‘l neither dig nor delve no more,
but cast them o'er the dike.
FINIS.
