An excellent Ditty made upon the great victory, which the French king obtained a●ain●● the Duke de Maine, and the Romish Revels in his kingdom, upon Ash-wednesday being the fourth day of March last passed. 1590.  
To the tune of the new Tantara. God save the King.  
 

TRiumph good Christians and rejoice,  
This wondrous news to hear:  
Wherein the power of mighty jove,  
So greatly doth appear.  
God is the stay and strength of those  
That in him puts his trust:  
And what he ever promised them,  
He keepeth firm and just.  
Let canons roar and Muskets shoot,  
Let Fife and Ensigns play:  
Let Trumpets shrill and dubbing drums,  
Sound forth this joyful day.   

Who knows not how the Duke de Maine,  
By title from the Gwize,  
Hath sought to rule 〈…〉 in France.  
 
All joined themselves in battle ray.  
Upon firm land in France,  
Intending to have slain the king,  
Yet had a worse chance.  
Let canons roar and Muskets shoot etc.   

Whereby the enemy was that time,  
Full thirty thousand strong:  
The king his power was but weak,  
To right his open wrong.  
He had not passed ten thousand men,  
In his defence to fight,  
Which was great odds as all men knows,  
To put all these to flight.  
Let canons roar 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shoot etc.   

In valiant sort he cheered his men,  
And lovingly he said:  
God is with us, our quarrels good,  
Be therefore not dismayed.  
My trust is still that as the Lord,  
Hath me before defended:  
So he will fight against my foes,  
That have my death pretended.  
Let canons roar and Muskets shoot etc.   

My quarrel doth pertain to God.  
In whom I put my trust:  
And in the promise he hath made,  
I know he will be just.  
Be valiant now and fight like men,  
And God will be your guide:  
And I with you will spend my blood,  
And not once step aside.  
Let canons roar and Muskets shoot etc.   

To ●ther then the Armies went,  
Which made a wondrous shoe:  
On ei●her side they fought full fierce,  
Each sought the others woe.  
The Canons roared and Muskets shot,  
And made a warlike noys:  
Their trumpets sound and dubbing druns,  
Encreaste the soldiers joys.  
Let canons roar and Muskets shoot etc.   

The Fife m●de warlike melody,  
The ensigns were displayed:  
Oh either side they curredge cried.  
The king was not dismayed.  
But like a Soldier and a king,  
A standard he did take:  
And slew the man that bore the same,  
Which made his enemies quake.  
Let canons roar and Muskets shoot etc.   

The Duke de Maine for all his power.  
Was forced from field to fly:  
His heels were better than his hands,  
He fought so valiantly.  
His power was stricken with such fear,  
That they did fly in haste:  
Whereby the king did win the field,  
His enemies were disgraced.  
Let canons roar and Muskets shoot etc.   

He and his power did follow them,  
Full five hours in the chase:  
From eight at morn till toward night.  
He fought in the enemy's face.  
This victory he did obtain,  
Such was his good success,  
And many thousand enemies slain,  
Report saith sure no les.  
Let canons roar and Muskets shoot etc.   

What tents and furniture for war,  
What treasure and jewels rich:  
Hereby the king and soldiers got,  
You may suppose was much.  
And prisoners taken of account,  
As you shall: shortly here,  
Who for their reason to their king,  
I think will pay full dear.  
Let canons roar and Muskets shoot etc.   

See here the handy work of God,  
Who harmless saved the king.  
And sent him treasure in great store,  
And every warlike thing.