There hearts were so toted in the pope's laws  
They began the last year when they slew body  
All England rejoiceth at there over throws  
For only the Lord is our Kings victory   

They had false prophets which brought things to pass  
Clean contrary to there own expectation  
There hope was for help in their popish mass  
They would needs have hanged up a reservation  
The vicar of 'pon wdstoke with his coungeration  
Commaned them to stick to their Idolatry  
They had much provision and great preparation  
Yet God hath given our King the victory   

They did to be and spoule all the Kings friends  
They called them heritekes with spite & disdain  
They roffled a space like titante? and Finds  
They put some in preson & sum to great pain  
And sum fled a way or else they had been slain  
As was Wyllam hilling that marcer truly  
Which they killed at sandford mowre in the plain  
Where yet god hath given our King the victory  
They Came to plummo with the Kings trnstty town