Britain's Honour.  
In the two Valiant Welshmen, who fought against fifteen thousand Scots, at their now coming to England passing over Tyne; whereof one was killed manfully fighting against his foes, and the other being taken Prisoner, is now (upon relaxation) come to York to his majesty.  
The tune is, How now Mars &c.  

Newcastle.  
Scots  
English.   

YOu noble Britain's bold and hardy,  
That justly are derived from Brute,  
Who were in battle ne'er found t rdy,  
But still will fight for your repute;  
'gainst any he,  
What e'er a'be,  
Now for your credit list to me,  
Two welshmen's valour you shall see.   

There two undaunted Trojan worthies,  
(Who prized honour more than life,)  
With royal Charles, who in the North is,  
To salve (with care) the ulcerous strife;  
Which frantic sots,  
With conscious spots,  
Bring on their souls; these two hat shots,  
Withstood full fifteen thousand Scots.   

The manner how shall be related,  
That all who are King Charles his friends  
May be with courage animated,  
Unto such honourable ends;  
These cavaliers,  
Both Musquetiers,  
Could never be possess with fears,  
Though the Scots Army nigh appearee.   

Within their works near Tyne entrenched  
Some of our sovereign's forces lay;  
When the Scots Army came, they flinched,  
And on good cause retired away;  
Yet blame them not,  
For why the Scot,  
Was five to one, and came so hot,  
Nothing by staying could be got.   

Yet these two Martialisto so famous,  
One to another thus did say;  
Report hereafter shall not shame us,  
Let Welshmen scorn to run away;  
Now for our King.  
Let's do a th●●g  
Whereof the world shall loudly ring  
Unto the grace of our offspring.   

The vaunting Scot shall know what valour,  
Doth in a Britains breast reside;  
They shall not bring us any dolour;  
But first we'll tame some of their pride.  
What though we die,  
Both thee and I?  
Yet this we know assuredly,  
In life and death there's victory.