The Prentice's Resolution: or, Who have made a promise to spend their best blood For the glory of the King and the Parliaments good.  
The tune is, hay lustick.  
 
 

ROws; e up your drooping spirits all,  
and listen to my story,  
We have a noble General,  
to stand for England's glory.  
Let us not be afraid to fight,  
'tis for our King and Countries right.  

Then hay for Essex,  
The Earl of Essex,  
we'll march with Essex,  
down with the Cavelleers now boys.    

The Cavalléers it seems are bend  
I pray mark well my story,  
To rainate our Parliament,  
which stands for England's glory,  
But we will quell their haughty pride,  
And send them to old Nick their guide.  

Then hay for Essex,  
The Earl of Essex,  
we'll march with Essex,  
down with the Cavalleers now boys.    

Brave London lads I understand,  
I pray mark well my story,  
Protest to set their help in hand,  
and fight for England's glory,  
O we will march courageously,  
Against the Gospel's enemy.  

Then hay, etc.    

The Prentices have proved men,  
I pray mark well my story,  
At Boulogne wars, take notice then,  
they stood for England's glory.  
Though they lie sleeping in the grave,  
Ten thousand of their breed we have  

To go with Essex,  
The Earl of Essex,  
we'll march with Essex,  
down with the Cavalleers now boys.    

The Glover's and the Butcher's bold,  
I pray mark well my story,  
The Feltmakers you may behold,  
do stand for England's glory.  
The Dyers will their cunning try  
Some other colours for to die,  

Then hay for Essex,  
The Earl of Essex,  
we'll march with Essex,  
down with the Cavalleers now boys.    

When Crispianus was a lad,  
I pray mark well my story,  
You read how he good fortunes had,  
he stood for England's glory.  
This puts the Shoemakers in mind,  
They may the like succession find.  

Then hay, etc.    

The second Part.  
To the same Tune.  
 

ALL kinds of Tradesmen more and less,  
I pray mark well my story,  
Their voluntary minds express,  
they'll stand for England's glory,  
All such as doth the truth oppose,  
we'll lay them on with manly blows.  

Then hay for Essex,  
The Earl of Essex,  
we'll march with Essex,  
down with the Cavalleers now boys.    

Cheer up my lively hearts of gold,  
and listen to my story,  
The Cavalléers shall be controlled,  
by us for England's glory,  
To go with this renowned Earl,  
Each Lad hath vowed to leave his Girl,  

Then hay for Essex,  
Warlike Essex,  
we'll march with Essex,  
down with the Cavalleers now boys.    

Alas the Maids are discontent,  
I pray mark well my story,  
To see their loves so warlike bent,  
to stand for England's glory.  
In heart they wish that they were men,  
Only to march along with them,  

And noble Essex, etc.    

You masters that do want your men,  
I pray marks well my story,  
You ought to speak no ill of them,  
that stand for England's glory.  
But pray for us when we are gone,  
We go to keep you safe at home,  

With warlike Essex,  
The Earl of Essex,  
we'll march with Essex,  
down with the Cavalleers now boys.    

Mars and Bellona doth us greet,  
I pray mark well my story,  
With invitations very meet,  
to stand for England's glory,  
Now Mars commands we must obey,  
Guns, Drums and Trumpets bravely play,  

Then hay, etc.    

Lord bless our King and Parliament,  
and see I'll end my story,  
we'll fight till life and breath be spent,  
for them and England's glory,  
Lord be our guide, and prosper us,  
For we are all resolved thus,  

To go with Essex, etc.     
Robert Wh●●  
FINIS.   

Printed at London for Tho: Lambert near the red Cross in Little Britain.