London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.

Queen ELIZABETH's Song.

The Tune is, Sellengers Round.

1.

I Tell you all, both great and small, And I tell you truly, That we have a very great cause all For to lament and cry, O fie, O fie, O fie, O fie, O fie on cruel Death; For he has ta'en away from us Our good Queen Elsabeth.

2.

He might have ta'en other good voke, That better might have been mist, And left our gracious Queen alive, That lov'd no Popish Priest. She rul'd this famous Land alone, And was beholding to no man: She bore the weight of all affairs, And yet she was but a woman.

3.

A Woman, said I, Nay, that's more Than any one can tell: So fair she was, so wond'rous chaste, That no man knew it well. The Monsieur came himself from France, On purpose for to woo her; And yet she liv'd and dy'd a Maid, Do any man what he could to her.

4.

She never did any wicked thing, That might in Conscience prick her, Nor never submitted her self to him The Papists call Christs Vicar. But rather chose couragiously To fight under Christs Banner, 'Gainst Turk, & Pope, & King of Spain, Or all that durst withstand her.

5.

And if I had Argus Eyes, alas, They were too few to weep For our good Queen Elizabeth, That now does lie asleep.

Asleep, quoth I, she now doth lie, Until the day of Doom: And then she'l rise to the foul disgrace Of the great Pope of Rome.