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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>Newes from <HI>New-ca&s;tle</HI> with An Adverti&s;ement,</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<P>To all Engli&s;h men that (for the &s;afety of them&s;elves, their King and Country) they would abandon the fond opinion, (which too many doe conceave) of the <HI>Scots</HI> good meaning to <HI>England,</HI> which our fore-fathers have ever experi|enced to the contrary; they having bin oftentimes found to bee circumventing Machiavillians, and faythles truce breakers. This dity was written upon &s;ome oc|ca&s;ion of newes from the <HI>North;</HI> containing the <HI>Scots</HI> &s;urprizing of <HI>New-Ca&s;tle,</HI> where they left three thou&s;and men in Gari&s;on, with a briefe touch of &s;ome of our brave Cavaleirs who manfully fought in that conflict.</P>
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<OPENER>The tune is, <HI>Lets to the Wars againe.</HI></OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
<P>Newcas&s;tle</P>
<P>Scots</P>
<P>Engli&s;h</P>
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<LG>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> time,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">lime,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> your owne,)</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> knowne,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> coa&s;te</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">lie.</L>
<L><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> fooles faine,</HI></L>
<L><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">e</HI></L>
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<LG>
<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 lines">
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">n,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">iefe of men?</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> know,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> &s;o</L>
<L><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">faine, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>How &s;hall we dare to tru&s;t them now,</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e old time hath tane a cour&s;e,</L>
<L>To make them better and us wors?</L>
<L><HI>O let not faire words, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How ever they for their owne ends,</L>
<L>Count &s;ome their foes, &amp; &s;ome their friends,</L>
<L>If we into their hands &s;hould fall,</L>
<L>The &s;word no difference makes at all,</L>
<L>Deare Country men then credit not,</L>
<L>The promi&s;e of a flattering <HI>Scot.</HI></L>
<L><HI>O let not not faire words, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They are you &s;ee already come,</L>
<L>To &s;&eacute;eke us at our native home,</L>
<L>But &s;ure (unle&s;&s;e my wi&s;hes fayles)</L>
<L>They'le ne'r returne to tell more tales,</L>
<L>If God knit Engli&s;h hearts in one,</L>
<L><HI>Jocky</HI> will wi&s;h that he were gone.</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire words, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>New-Ca&s;tle</HI> they &s;urpri&s;ed have,</L>
<L>Where certaine of our gallants brave,</L>
<L>Both hor&s;e and foote yielding their breath,</L>
<L>Have (with their dying) conquered death,</L>
<L>Others likewi&s;e they pri&s;oners tooke,</L>
<L>For a reward they &s;oone mu&s;t looke.</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire words, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
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<HEAD>The Second part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>THe illu&s;trious vizcount <HI>Conway</HI> &s;tout,</L>
<L>Did what man could to keepe them out,</L>
<L>His &s;word up to the hilts he ran,</L>
<L>In a <HI>Scots</HI> heart (&s;ome noted man,)</L>
<L>Yet he came off with little harme,</L>
<L>Only a little hurt i'th Arme.</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire words, make fooles faine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But let us beate the Scots againe.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That valorous and worthy Knight,</L>
<L>(Who&s;e fame through Chri&s;tendome &s;hines bright,</L>
<L>Bold S. <HI>John Digby's</HI> hor&s;e dead &s;hot</L>
<L>Became a pri&s;oner to the <HI>Scot,</HI></L>
<L>The noble Colonell <HI>Willmot</HI> &s;hard,</L>
<L>With brave &s;ir <HI>Iohn;</HI> both kept in ward.</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire words, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>That hopefull bud of chevalry,</L>
<L>Valiant <HI>Charles Porter</HI> manfully,</L>
<L>Being Cornet of a warlike troupe,</L>
<L>Ne'r yielded till death made him &s;toope,</L>
<L>He &s;eal'd his honor with his blood,</L>
<L>Dying for's King and countries good,</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire words, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His broken &s;word in's hand was found,</L>
<L>(When he &s;ay grovelling on the ground)</L>
<L>His Cornet colors 'twixt his thighes,</L>
<L>Thus yielded he in &s;acrifice,</L>
<L>His life and blood in's Countries right,</L>
<L>Making his &s;ame in's death &s;hine bright.</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire words,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some other of our Cavaleirs,</L>
<L>Were &s;laine and hurt, as it appears,</L>
<L>About &s;ix hundred men outright,</L>
<L>(Of hor&s;e and &s;oote) were kil'd i'th fight,</L>
<L>And of the <HI>Scots</HI> 'tis iu&s;tify'd,</L>
<L>As many if not more then dy'd;</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When they &s;urpri&s;ed had the Towne,</L>
<L>(Wherein their minds to us is knowne,)</L>
<L>Three thou&s;and men in Gari&s;on:</L>
<L>They left the Towne to luke upon,</L>
<L>They &s;ea&s;'d and &s;eal'd th' warehou&s;es all,</L>
<L>Is this the thing you friend&s;hip call?</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Country mu&s;t the Army finde,</L>
<L>Such charge the <HI>Scots</HI> have left behind,)</L>
<L>With bread, chee&s;e, butter, drink, and &s;moke,</L>
<L>All this to doe they did provoke;</L>
<L>At their returne they will pay all,</L>
<L>But that I tru&s;t they never &s;hall.</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Our Lord protect King <HI>Charles;</HI> and &s;end.</L>
<L>This war may bring a peacefull end,</L>
<L>Let palms of victory deck his brow,</L>
<L>And having made his foes to how,</L>
<L>Bring him in &s;afety home againe.</L>
<L>Alwayes in peace heere to remains,</L>
<L><HI>Then let not faire words, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>M. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed at London, by <HI>E.G.</HI> and are to be &s;old at the Hor&s;e-&s;hooe in Smith-field.</P>
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