Stratologia, or, The history of the English civil vvarrs in English verse : containing a brief account of all fights, most skirmishes, stratagems and sieges in England, from the very first originall of our late warres, till the martyrdome of King Charles the First of blessed memory / by an eye-witnesse of many of them, A.C.

THE ENGLISH CIVIL VVARRS.

BOOK VI.

The Contents.

New-Castle from the North, the Scots before Doth fly: York Siege: The fight at Marston-more, New-Castle England leaves; a short reveiw, Of all those Northern Seiges that insue.

BEhold of men a Concourse from all parts Of England: with arm'd hands divided hearts, Conjur'd of King and Parliament, the right To try by dint of sword, and Martial might; And York-shire by the Fates design'd to bee, The Stage whereon, to act this Tragedy. New-Castle now deserts the Banks of Tine, And to the Scots those Quarters doth resign, His numerous Army almost ruin'd now, By means insensible; And who knows how?

But that I may the noble General here, From all suspition of dis-loyal clear I'dare ingage; that Boreaes might take wing, Sooner at Nilus-head: Tygras-spring, Sooner in Itie Island: than that he Perfideous prove, unto his Majesty. Whether then, fate conspir'd to aid the Scot Or General King with Lesley did complot, This gallant Army basely to betray, And Fabious like to conquer by delay Is still unknown, yet this is too too plain, That Lesley did this victory onely gain, By times procrastination, hunger, cold, O how resolv'd! how numerous! and how bold Upon our first advance our Armies were, How few! how hunger-starv'd! surpriz'd with fear; Now in Retreat, what thousands run away! Or kill'd by hunger, cold, or base delay. Neither the number nor the fortitude Of Lesley and his Scots, our men subdu'd. If that our army at our first advance Against the Scot, had bravely try'd the chance Of War: these Victors might have been captiv'd, Our Northern Army had York-siege surviv'd, The Scots like mercinary slaves most slain, The rest sent with a vengeance home again. But see! the Scots do march, this barbarous crew Even to the walls of York, our men pursue.

Oxen, Sheep, Horses, all thats's in their way, Spoons To these rapatious Harpies proves a prey. Their Cans, their Pans, their Meale, their long-horn Their raggs, their baggs, so load the lousy Louns, Their Drums, their Guns, their Plundering in the way Their slower marches do so much delay, That York hath for a siege, time to prepare, And our now dispers'd Troops united are. Ramsdale from Leeds, doth lead his Regiment; From Knaisbrough, and from Pomfret some are sent And those too under Belhouses command, That late at Selby did escape the hand Of Fairfax: come these broken parties all Conveen'd at York: Our honoured General Beckning his hand, our silence to request; Thus to the Army his designs exprest? ☞ Souldiers we cannot in the field withstand, These Rebels that flock in on every hand? 'Tis not the Scots alone but Fairfax too, With whom at present we must have to do; Selby is wonne, most of our Souldiers tane, And what but York to Leagure doth remain. Manchesters Army also now draws near, All these combin'd are, to besiege us here. Therefore in York these Foot I will secure, Till from the King assistance wee procure, Hulls bloody siege in kind we will requite, And with these walls, and guns we'l make them fight

With fallies bold their courage wee'll fore-stall, With thundring shot, their bodies wound and gall. May Yorks siege prove as sad, disasterous To Fairfax, as his Hulls hath done to us. May all these Blew-Caps once before us flee, As Caesars men Torguatus did from thee. Langdale shall with these Troops fly to the King And such relief will shortly hither bring, As shall these Rebels all then put to flight, Or bravely vanquish if they dare to fight. Within these walls, provision here's in store, For half a years subsistance or for more, These Citizens all Loyal, here secure, Within these walls we may our selves immure. Necessity admits no Law, we must Now to these walls, souldiers, our selves intrust, And though to be besieged be some grief, Yet here's our joy, certainty of relief. At this, the Horse now for the South design'd March off: The Foot are unto York confin'd. By this the pale Queen of the silent night. With her dark Mantle vailed had the light, The Gates commanded are for to be shut, And round upon the walls strong Guards are put. ☞ The first besiegers that discovered were, Were the Scotch Armies, who next day appear Rang'd in battailions great; Then Lesley takes Bishop-Thorpe for his Quarters, Fairfax makes

At Forforth, residence; Manchesters force Encampe at Clifton: Thus with foot and horse Of armed foes, under three Generals, Surrounded are Yorks now well manag'd walls. But no assault this City for to take By violence did these besiegers make, Save Manchester alone; whose great design Was, these our City walls to undermine. Blow up, and enter; but his Minors skill Fail'd, with the execution of his will. As stronger winds striving their force to vent, From Caverns under ground; furiously rent The Rocks, and make even mountains to give way And to their uncontrouled rage obey, Causing the Earth to gape and to devour Whole Cities, yea whole Islands; even such power This Mine now sprung had; for up to the sky, Earth, Walls, and Towers, and men on these do flye In a sulphurious globe; till down at length, They fall, the Powder having lost its strength. Then in the place you quickly might espy Those lofty walls, and Towers intomb'd to lye In their own ruines: he are a souldier's head, And there his leggs, or armes discovered. But not the City, but the Manour-wall, By this sulphurious Powder-blast doth fall. At this, the Arm'd foes with great fury run, Up at the breaches, and doubtlesse had won

The City, but that here the inner wall, Still standing firm, their expectations all Deceiv'd: And here bagan a fierce Dispute, Their errour by repulse ours would refute; And they by further violence maintain Against our Sally-Ports; till from the slain; The mannour-Guard like to a great Land-flood Did overflow with intermixed blood; Yet at the length the enemy was wors'd, And from the breaches headlong re-inforc'd, Where now on heaps, wounded, and dead they laid And buryed in those graves their own Mines made. But the besieged and the besiegers here We leave a while; Prince Ruperts Troops draw near Worcester and Bridge-North, now left in haste And all those Western Counties now surpast. His swifter Troops new Quarters do acquire, In the adjoyning towns of Lanca-shire. Stopwash, the Prince to stop did first design, And therefore did their thick-set-hedges line With numerous companies of Musketiers; But Washington of these the coast soon clears, Charging them in their flanks, making them flee Into the Town, in whose pursute even hee Entred; putting some hundreds to the Sword, Leverpoole to surrender doth accord. And off from Latham the Besiegers run, Hearing what Rupert had at Stopwash done.

☞ Though thus the Princ's numerous Troops af∣fright The most: yet Bolton dare oppose his might. In their more bold affront they dare assay His Quarters up to beat; and men to slay. But to correct their prouder insolence, The Prince can with so much of time dispence To storm the Town, and cause them to lament, Thus to provoak a Princes discontent; For full three hundred Widdows here are left, Which were of husbands in this storm bereft. And not the Towns men only, here are slain, But hundreds more of souldiers, that maintain The town against us: All which town as prize The Prince unto his souldiers doth demize. From hence to Skipton, Rupert's Army come, But by the way they Thornton-Hall had wonne, Which down unto the ground they burne with fire That Rebells thither may no more retire. From hence to York the Prince's marches were Directed: But when the Besiegers hear His near approach, they raise their siege in haste, Leaving their Cabins, Hutts, and Trenches waste; And their three Generals those their forces all, To Randezvow immediately do call, Where they consult, both where, and how to fight The Princes Army; marching off that night Towards Long-Marston, where a spacious Plain; From Hessom, or Long-Marston bearing name

Doth lye; in some places full thick beset, With whin-bushes, and Marshes deep and wet. Least these Disorder should their Horse, they take A field well grown with Corn their camp to make. The onely, and most advantagious ground, That round about that spacious Moore was found. Here they their murthering Cannons plant, and then In order good Imbattaile do their men. Of intermixed English-Scottish bands Their main battallia stood; Crawford commands, And leads on these: On the left wing and side Cromwel with his Manchestrian Troopes doth ride. The right wing was Sir Thomas Fairfax care, To whom the Scottish troops conjoyned are, Which David Lesley leads, the Generals find A place, the main Battallions close behind To lodge their Tents: Thus these three Armies large, Stand Marshal'd to expect the Prince's charge. ☞ By this, New-Castle a brave party had, Of Foot, in white-Coats uniformely clad, Led out from York, some Gentry, Voluntiers, Attend the General, and his Souldiers Well mounted: we near Popleton do meet The Prince's Army, and imbrace and greet Our old acquaintance, (for the fates decree, That these the last imbraces now shall be Of thousands of us) Ouse having o're past. The Prince the Army marshal'd all in hast.

But some Commanders thought by wise delay He might have famish'd and made run away Even without blood, the numerous enemy. Pomfret, York, Knaisborough, Garrisons had we Environing the foe, which might have staid Provisions from their Camp; and doubtlesse made Them to remove, fresh Quarters to have sought, And so for us a fair advantage wrought. But Ruperts purpose nothing can disswade, But even that night, their Campe, he will invade, And to our disadvantage make them fight. ☞ Goring our left wing leads, Byron the right, In the main battail do our white Coats stand With others; the word's given, and straight com∣mand To fall on; Thus on our own Ruine bent, Our souldiers all couragiously on went. ☞ With equal fury now both Armies meet, And with their Cannon-Rhetorick loudly greet, Bullets begin at distance the dispute, Till their thick flights Sword Logick could refute. The Horse Rang'd in battalia's proudly prance, While fire oblickely through their eyes doth glance From thundering Guns, like lightning from the sky Whose fiery balls, thicker than hail-stones flyes Shrill Trumpets sounding, with loud beating Dr…… Clashing of Armour, with great roaring guns Rattleing of Pikes, Powl-Axes, naked Swords, From different minds different effects affords.

These sights the Valorous more do animate, But Cow-heart, timerous-courage, quite abate, And if dismay should not diminish fear, Such would fall dead before they wounded were. The empty air is fill'd with dolorous crys, The ground with bodies of the men that dyes. Whole Ranks and Files by Cannon fiery balls Asunder cut, upon the ground there falls. Here without head, there without leggs or thighs In blood, dismembred bodies wallowing lyes. And that pale Death may potently fulfil Her pleasure; she most barbarously doth kill The Living, with those Limbs dasht off the Dead; Here flyes an Arm, there flies a souldiers head Which strike their fellows down even to the ground Thus friends by friends a way to kill Death found. The smaller shot clouded bright Phocbus light, Darkning the Ayre with their far thicker flight; Whose whistling fury quickly did assaile The strong'st brest-peeces, and best Coats of male, And through the strongest armour passage found, To death, even brave Commanders for to wound. But where no armour did their fury stay, Theough many bodies they inforce their way; 〈…〉〈…〉 them gasping on that bloody ground. 〈…〉〈…〉 ……om the nigh Vallies and the Woods re-sound, T…… doleful occhoes of their dying cryes, But most of all the Sword doth Tyrannize

And glut it self with the expence of blood, Which now like to an over-spreading flood Ran under our Horse feet; for every sword By this time, had some breast or other goar'd, And issues made, by which their souls had left Their bodys, now of blood, and life bereft. These several streams of blood from several wounds Winding along those Vallies, lower grounds Thy lesser waters Nid, do multiply, Thy streams discolour with their crimson Dye, Thou into Ouse dis-burthenest the same, Who swiftly down to York with tydings came. And to the Citizens did soon discry, In bloody colours, this dire tragedy. But still most furiously both sides maintain The fight, though thousands on the ground lye slain. Here might you see a strong couragious Horse, Whose wounds add fury to his former force, (His livelesse Rider thrown) through friends through foes, Through ranks, through files, make way; and where he goes Doth men by scores of their last breath deprive Whose falls himself doth not so long survive, Till on the point of a well level'd Spear, To'th'he art himself he runs in his carear; And falling with his heels about him lies, Till strength and blood expended, there he dies. Here might you see a wounded Rider thrown, There others from their horse come tumbling down

Hang by the stirrops, dasht against pikes and swords, Thus fate to one, more deaths than one affords, For with the fall the frollick horse afright, Through thickest Ranks takes his enforced flight, Tossing about his hanging Riders head, Killing the living, often with the dead. A timerous foot-man did himself immure, Amongst dead corps, thinking to bee secure From flying shot, where closely as he lay, Some Troops of Horse design'd to charge that way, Came prauncing down the Moore, in full carrears, Squeesing the blood, out of his nose, mouth, ears, As he lay sprawling under their horse feet Who flies from one, another death doth meet. A Cannon bullet stroke off Sandies head, And with it hit poor Wolley who fell dead, Crying alack! alack! I ever ken'd, Sandio's fauce head, would bring mee to my end. A thick grown wood, unto the Moore stands near Where many a blew-Cap hid himself for fear. Patrick behind the bulk of a grown Tree. Peep'd often out, the battaile for to see, Thinking that if his party lost the day To span his gates, for Scotland run away. But as poor Patrick at bo-peep thus plaid, A bullet shot at randome did invade His fore-head naked; who falling, mercy cry'd Alas! alas! for Ginny, and so dy'd.

When Wolly heard the smaller shot to play, In such thick whistling Vollies, he away, Spanning his gates through Ranks, and Files, at last Presuming he all dangers had fur-past He stops to see, and hear, the fights event, A bullet from a Peece at randome sent, Hit Wolly where he stood devoid of fear, Under the long of his right side leav-ear, Who falling dead did never there intend Under a whin-bush thus to make his end. But thickest ranks of arm'd foes to assay, Is still more safe then thus to run away. ☞ The victory still was very dubious, Yet rather seem'd to smile, and fawn on us, For our left wing, had routed now their right, The Scots and the Fairfaxians put to flight. All their three Generals now the field forsook, To Bradford ward Lesley his fleet betook, Whom wee pursue, his Scots now curse the time, That e're they crost the Northern Tweed, or Tine. Their raggs, meal-baggs, gull-pans, long-cans down cast They span their gates, and run away full fast. In doleful accents, now the Louns do cry, Mercy and Quarter, O! how thick they lye Wounded and slain, how many Prisoners were, How many Colours taken? in their Rear We follow still, thinking the day our own But Goring our Commander should have known,

That to pursue one party was not good, Whilst any of the adverse Body stood; If after we had put that wing to rout, Against the other we had wheel'd about And on the flank have charg'd them, sure we might Victors have been; Crommwel's men put to flight And Routed, unto Cauwood sent them all, After old Fairfax and their General. ☞ But now when Cromwel (apt enough to take Advantage) see our Horse the field forsake Now rifling, now pursuing such as fled In their right wing he presently up led His Troops; to whom in brief he thus did say, Assure your selves, brave souldiers of the day. How stand these foot, and horse to us expos'd? How easy are they all to be inclos'd? How will they flye our Armed Troops before, And for the rest that now have left the Moore In pursute of our other wing they'l yeild Or flye; when we are masters of the field. If but one Troop of ours fall in their Rear, They'l run, surpriz'd with unexpected fear; Onely the time at present doth require, Your valour to demonstrate; you desire The spoile of this rich field; Victors to be; And from our wish, but one brave charge are we. Our Generals all now off the field are gone, The Victories glory will be ours alone.

And what the Prince and his brave Chavalry Possesse; after one Charge all ours shall be, Their Sumptors, and Port-Mantles, by and by We shall have time to search. Then furiously On Byron's wing they charge, routed, and broke Our bravest Regiments: Each bloody stroak That their Pole-Axes gave was present death, And thousands did deprive of their last breath; Scarce one of ours escap'd without a wound, But our vain stroaks and thrusts again re-bound Off their Arm'd breasts and heads; The Prince doth flye, And yeild the field to the proud enemy. Now when the Prince's Horse thus routed were, A party wheel'd about, and in the Rear Charged on us; broke our disorder'd Horse, And from the pursute of the Scots inforce Us unto a base flight; Yet our brave Foot, Especially our white-Coats stood it out. For though the foe on each side them surround They scorn to yeild, but drawing to a round On every side most stoutly do give fire, Forcing the conquering foe oft to retire, Till all their Ammunition's spent and gone, Our Horse all fled the field, they left alone Night drawing on, and many of them slain; No hopes at all the victory to obtain. Rather opprest by th'adverse multitude, Then by true valour conquer'd, th'are subdu'd;

Taken, kill'd, wounded, even most barbarously By the insulting desperate enemy. ☞ After their Arms down thrown, they Quarter cry'd Their armed Troopes amongst them fiercely ride, And put them to the Sword, in vain to live Most of them supplicate; Cromwel would give No quarter: Much delighting in that blood, That ran under his horse-feet like a flood. Like as a ravenous Wolf greedy of prey, Is not content alone, to kill and slay So many of the flock as shall suffice His greedy Jaws; but even doth Tyrannize Over the sheep, and hundreds of them kill, To satiate his so natural-savage will. So Cromwel's bloody mind not satisfy'd, With all that bloods expence of such as dy'd During the fight, and while we kept the field Murthers even Captives, after they did yeild, And to the mercy mercylesse expose Themselves of such in-humane savage foes. ☞ The bloodyest field of all our Civil Wars Now foughten is; the furious Conquerers Our Cannons and our Carriages possesse. Here Cary, Slingsby, Prideaux acquiesse Upon the bed of fame; affociates Are Wentworth, and stout Gleddal in their Fates, Here Lampton, Dacres, Metham, Kirton, dye Hure, with Fenwick these accompany.

But now the kind obscurity of night, Gave an advantage of far safer flight To Rupert, who (though with a fresh supply Claveren came up next day) yet will not try The chance of War again: but rather yeild What's lost, then hazard more, by a new field. Nor were our hopes then altogether vain, If we next day had Rallied to re-gain The victory: even those of them that staid Upon the field, it would have much dismaid, To see us on the Moore again appear, Before their broken Troopes united were. ☞ But Rupert flyes, (though North-ward first he went Up to the South, in minde much discontent; That this great fight had such a sad effect. What sure said he, it was not my neglect In Marshalling my men, no want of skill Or valour on my part, that to this ill, And fatal Rout, expos'd my souldiers, Only I was too forward as appears. Why did I Charge this night? or why not stay; Till Claveren's coming up? (though his delay His Armies service did this day prevent) Must I be rash, 'cause he was negligent. Why did I not refresh my men before? I did attempt to march up to the Moore; Both Horse and Man our longer marches tyr'd, And of repose some longer time requir'd;

If we before we fought a while had stay'd, Perhaps some fair advantage to our aid Conspired had: Seldome the Powers Divine, Do give successe unto a rash design. ☞ This night strange thoughts New-Castle's head possest At length in passion he these words exprest. O! resolution strange of adverse Fate! How am I thrown from a most prosperous state, Into mis-fortunes nethermost abyss Yet this the honour, of my sufferings is, And that which seasons all my sorrows well, That with, and for, my Soveraigns cause I fell. Where shall I fly? where shall I be secure? Within what walls shall I my self immure? Did forty thousand Souldiers once appear, Under my Colours, did the Rebels fear My numerous forces? and their Dreadful Powers? Were all the Towns 'twixt Trent and Tweed then ours Excepting Hull: And now behold! even I Where to secure my self, whether to flye Am dubious: had I Hulls siege declin'd, And to th' associate Countys then design'd My marches, sure our cause had gain'd thereby. Or if the first time we the Scots did eye, We had them fought, no doubt but then we might Have put those ragged Ruffians all to flight. But time, with fair advantages now past, Are not to be recall'd: With this, in haste

He Posts to Scarborough, where both King and he The Seas do take; intent for Germany. ☞ Gleman, of York the government doth take, And for a Siege the best provision make That time would then admit; Scorning to yeild The City yet; though we had lost the field. ☞ By this, all their Three Generals that had fled The field: return'd, and up to York they led Their men: The City to besiege again. Each General his old station did retain Having their Cannons planted, night and day, Most furiously against the walls they play; They vow, the work by storm for to effect, Nor age, nor sex, their Swords shall then respect. But Gleman doth their prouder vaunts defie, Yet at the length Provision's scarcity Prevails; On tearms they do capitulate, York's yielded: Gleman marcheth out in state And Martial gallantry: To Carlile where We leave him for a while; The Scots appeare By this before New-Castle, on the wall Make furious batteries, while their Miners fall To work, which work they to perfection bring, And trains now laid, their several Mines they spring As great sulphurious globes of stone and fire, From Aetna's hideous Jaws the clouds aspire; Whence falling, all the neighbouring Vales they spread With Coals adust, the fire extinct, and dead

Even so the trembling earth was heard to roar, Which, with those walls, and Towers the Powder tore Up with great violence, and lightly threw Into the ayre; here like a Comet flew A souldiers head all on a flame, and there Whole guards in those sad Ruines buryed were. Up at the breaches flye the Scottish Foot, Though the Defendants made resistance stout, And bravely did from street, to street maintain The fight; till numbers of both parts were slain, And Tines augmented Tide discoloured, With the great influx of the blood here shed. Entred now were also the Scottish Horse, Which Marley to the Castle doth inforce, Upon the which, they forthwith Batteries make, But good Conditions while they might pertake; Surrender's made. Then did the Scots sit down Carlile before, boldly demand the Town, Thinking perhaps the New-Castilian Fate, The valiant Gleman could Disannimate. At his Defiance furiously they play Their battering shot, by Mineing to assay To make their entrance, Ladders they provide; But the Defendants bravely curbe their pride By frequent sallies, killing multitudes, Which the Scots high presumptions all excludes, Of taking Carlile by arm'd violence. Therefore most strongly they themseves intrench

Knowing what force could not, that famine will Effect. Provisions fail, Horses they kill Within those walls; their Horses all up eat, Dogs, Cats, old shooes, Mice, Rats, nay Froggs are meat. Yet Gleman e're to yeild he will consent, To know the pleasure of the King had sent. Phillipson bravely mounted through their guards Had charg'd; and now rides post to Oxford wards, At Borrow-Bridge some English Horse him tooke, But a close friend by chance in that same Troope Secur'd his Horse and Armes, till he could make From York, which soon he did, his wish'd escape. Near Ferry-Bridge, the place his friend assign'd, (Thither now got on foot) he safe did find His Horse and Armes; hence to the King he went, To whom he Gleman's Letters did Present In Oxford, whence he with the Kings reply Return'd, and now to Carlile drawing nigh, Quite through the Scottish Troopes he bravely rode. But famine will not suffer their aboad Longer within those walls, which to the Foes Surrendred are: Gleman to Oxford goes, With a small traine, lean, naked, hunger-pin'd And the Scots are, for Hereford design'd. E're Fairfax was made Generalissimo, A party strong he Hemsley led unto, VVhere while in Leagure with his men he laid, One from the wall so dexterously had play'd

A shot; that three inch lower had debar'd Him, from what victories he got afterward. But he recovers, and the place doth take, Though Skiptoniers it to relieve did make A brave attempt. Scarborough was battered sore, The greatest Tower whereof asunder tore; Half standing, half into the Sea down fell. Upon the top there stood a Sentinel, Who in the renting, to the standing side Had leap'd, and sav'd his life. But to abide Longer within those walls, famine forbad And Chamley yeilds, what he possessed had. Devoid of any grounded hopes of aid, Scroop of his Bolton had surrender made. Not long on Knaisborough had their Cannons plaid E're breaches wide in those old walls were made, Which Croft (though valiant) did necessitate Now to submit to a surrenderers Fate. VVith Horse and Foot, Pomfret they do surround Some Towers whereof were battered to the ground And the Defendants much distress'd, when wee VVith a brave party, from the South do flee. (Langdale commands in cheef) swifter then flame On the besiegers with our Troopes wee came After a short Dispute, few slain, we take Of Prisoners store, Pomfret releiv'd, we make A quick return: To Melton-Mowberry near, VVith Rossiter we skirmish'd had, and there

Were valiant Girlington, and Gascoin slain As we came down. Pomfret's besieg'd again, And though with frequent Sallies they assaile The enemy, yet Famine doth prevaile, Which Lowder doth on tearms to yeild compel. The Sandalliers had plaid their parts full well; And made the enemies full often feel, Their swords were made of the best temper'd Steel. Yet famine's leane Pittard enforc'd the Gates A passage for the Foe, this perforates To enter; and for the besieg'd away To march: 'Gainst Latham the besiegers lay A year, what Art, or Force, could do, to win This House was done, but bravely those within Not onely their own Interest did maintain, But hundreds of the enemie had slain. Resolv'd the gallant Countesse was to try All straits, e're Rebels she will gratifie By a surrender; but, alas! compel'd To yeild what she so stoutly had with-held By famine, this Virago noble is. Though Greenay valiantly held out, e're this Yeilded it was. Now Skipton they assay Enter the Town, plunder, and bear away What lighter then stone-walls in it they finde; Batteries against the Castle were design'd, Numerous Granadoes in the interim plaid; When here the Leagure had some few daies laid

From Apleby upon Paroll I came, Having exactly first perform'd the same. I to the Castle with a Trumpet went Whom we return'd. Their Scouts stood eminent On Rumles-Moore, from whence they might us When any party we together drew. Therefore some twenty in their sight do mount, view They take th'Alarm, and to their Guards account Our motion; In the interim we drew out, Three hundred undiscovered Horse and Foot, Their Horse all mounted, our small party drew Streight on our ambuscado: out we flew; Their three divisions soon we put to rout. Briggs had some parties to draw out of Foot Whereof some slain, the rest we dissipate, Take Briggs with many more. So fortunate In such attempts, were the bold Skiptoneirs; Their gallantry, in these their acts appears, In their own meadows, numerous Horse and Foot, A party small of them did break and rout, Tripleing their number with the Prisoners tane. At Ast-wick-Fair how many had they slain, Taken, and broke; their party very small; Wren's Regiment we beat at Eshton-Hall. But with a hundred Horse, Kighley's designe Was gallant, though alas! the love of Wine In some Commanders, a miscarriage wrought Fatal. But we to yeilding tearms are brought,

And hence, convey'd to Leichfield, march away In Arms compleat, and souldier-like array.

Finis Libri Sexti.