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LEONARD WHEATCKOKT, OF ASHOVKR. 



Fur ii was our desire 



Our horses for to tire 



To cool the Roundheads' ire, 



Or cause Cromwell to retire : 



But I dare sndly sweare 



His boys were all so stout, 



That they put us to the rout. 



(2) •• When on the hills I did espy 

 Such a mighty com])any 

 To God psalm -singmg there. 

 Then we did curse and sweare 

 Like a thousand pound a yeare, 

 To see them all appeare 

 Like men devoid of feare. 

 At last they did draw neare 

 And charged us all so ' home ' 

 That where they came was ' room. ' 



(j) " Wee feared no Companee 

 But Manchester's Infantree 

 When they did come into y<: field ; 

 For they like men did fight 

 As if their cause was right 

 Till it grew almost night. 

 No man did ever see the like 

 We thought that we should rout them quilt 

 And quickly make them run ; 

 I!ut that could not be done. 



(4) " Upon Prince Rupert I did cry 

 liut could not him espye 

 For he first faced about. 

 Me was wise, I do protest. 

 For I think his course was lx;st. 

 For Cromwell would not jest 

 With his pistol at his breast. 

 He would not let him rest 

 Uut forced him to retire 

 Or we all had stuck i' th' mire. 



(5) '• Then they like champions of the fray 

 Came yearning for their prey 

 Like lyons fierce and strong. 

 And when they came us nigh, 

 They let their bullets fly, 

 \\ hich caused our men to cry 

 .■Mas ! we must all die. 



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