¶ A New Ballad.  

O Dear Lady Elysabeth, which art our right and virtuous Queen  
God hath endued the with mercy & faith, as by thy works it may be seen  
Wherefore good Queen I counsel thee, Lady Lady.  
For to beware of the spirituality most dear Lady.   

Have you not read of your progenitors, which was before you many a year  
How they endured many sharp showers, as by the chronicles it doth appear  
And many of them came to evil hap, lady lady,  
And all was through the forked cap most dear Lady.   

¶ Have you not read of William Rufus the second king hereof that name  
How he was slain most marvelous, all through the cursed seed of caine.  
Tyrell kyllede him with an arrow, Lady lady  
Yet some men said he shot at a sparrow most dear Lady.   

¶ Have you not read of good King john, how by them he was undone  
The Bishop of Canterbury the wicked man, accused him to the court of Rome  
They interdicted his land as the chronicle sayeth, Lady Lady.  
A monk poisoned him to his death, most dear Lady.   

¶ Have you not read of the second Richard, who was the black prince's son  
How they handled him full hard, and famished him till life was done  
In Paul's they made him a funeral Lady Lady,  
To blind the people's eyes withal, most dear Lady.   

¶ Have you not read of the sixth Henry which was a good and a simple man  
The Cardinal of Wynchester truly, made him lose, that his father wan  
The good Protector his uncle dear, Lady Lady,  
The priests kept war with him a long year most dear Lady.   

¶ Then came your father, King Henry the viii which was a prince of victory  
And he deposed them all strait, when he had spied their Idolatry  
If this be true as true it was, Lady, Lady,  
God grant your grace may do no less most dear Lady.   

¶ Then came your brother king Edward, which was a good & virtuous child  
And to god's word he had regard, but the wicked priests hath him beguiled  
And raised up trentals in every place, Lady Lady,  
And some of them preached against his grace most dear Lady,   

¶ Then came your sister queen Mary, & for five years that she did rain,  
All that was done Edward and Harry, her wicked priests made it but vain  
They brought in again the romish lore, Lady Lady,  
Which was banished long before, most dear Lady.   

¶ Then God sent us your noble grace, as in deed it was high time  
Which doth all popery clean deface, and set us forth Gods true divine  
For whom we are all bound to pray Lady Lady,  
Long life to reign both night and day, most dear Lady.   
FINIS.  
quod. R.M.