An excellent now Ballad, showing the Pedigree of our Royal King JAMES, the first of that name in England.  
To the tune of, Gallants all come mourn with me.  
 

ENgland with cheerful heart give ear,  
to that my Mu●e shall now declare:  
'tis no ba●e thing I take in hand,  
but what brings comfort to this land:  
The Pedigree of a noble King.  
whose name to thee doth Honour bring.  
O Hone, honinonero, tarrararara,  
tarrarararara hone.   

The dreadful sting of cruel death,  
hath stopped ELI●AS princely breath:  
And to her joy, she now is gone,  
to heaven for an Angel's throne  
Leaving her Honour and her Crown,  
to princely JAMES, of great renown.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

She ruled hath 'mongst us long time,  
in spite of those that did repine:  
And sought to stop her princely breath:  
but yet she died a natural death.  
And to our comfort God did send  
King JAMES, his Gospel to defend.  
O hone, honinonero. etc.   

The Romish Pope, who many a day,  
hath looked for a violent prey,  
Frustrate by wisdoms power and care,  
Is ready now for to despair:  
And in a sound he sinketh down,  
now noble james hath got the Crown  
O hone, honinonero. etc.   

With his reign doth the Spring begin,  
as Usher for to bring him in:  
Which in consent doth well agree  
with e'yeere, the incarnate word to be:  
And in that month greeing by fate,  
by th'old world to wisdom dedicate.  
O hone, honinonero. etc.   

And I divine thus by the year:  
England shall have no other peer:  
But in his line it shall remain,  
In spite of Pope and cruel Spain,  
Even until the day of Doom,  
that Christ to judgement down shall come  
O hone, honinonero etc.   

Eight hundred miles his Empire goes  
in length, spite of all his foes.  
From Cornwall, to past Calydon,  
is known to be King james his own.  
Half which her bosom forth doth lay,  
from Germane to the Virginian sea.  
O hone, honinonero. etc.   

A fertile soil is Ireland,  
now subject to his glorious hand:  
Yea all the Isles from famous France,  
their chalky tops to him advance  
Saturn to him resigns his cha●●●  
making the wealthy Mines 〈…〉  
O hone, honinonero. etc.   

My Pen▪ why stay'st thou to report  
to satisfy the vulgar sort.  
The Pedigree of james our King,  
whose fame throughout the world doth ring:  
The Infidel & romish Spain,  
shall tremble when they hear his name  
O Hone, honinonero▪ etc.   

O let my Pen your ears enchant,  
to look unto brave john a Gaunt,  
Of Edward the third fourth son was he,  
from whom we draw this pedigree:  
For he behind him issue left,  
john the Earl of Somerset.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

Which likewise left a son behind,  
called john: of a noble mind:  
The which was Duke of Somerset,  
so made, for his achievements great▪  
The which did win him great renown:  
but here I leave to set them down,  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

Which Duke had issue gentle Reader,  
Margarete, matched with Edmond Tuder  
Which Edmond Tuder had a son,  
Called Henry Earl of Richmon:  
Which Henry after Richard's death,  
espoused fair Elizabeth.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

This Elizabeth of famous worth,  
was daughter to K. Edward the fourth:  
And thus by their predestinate bed,  
they joined the White-rose and the Red:  
To England's great unspeakable joy,  
And to our enemies sore annoy.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

By which most blessed and happy unite,  
they had a Daughter, called Margarete,  
First matched to Scottish james the fourth  
which was a man of much worth:  
Which Margaret to james did bring,  
the fifth of that name Scotland's King.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

This james a Daughter did possess,  
whose birth our sorrows doth redress  
Called Marie, by her name,  
a very fair and princely Dame.  
The more her fame for to advance,  
was matched with Francis K. of France  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

But leave we her in France a while,  
and now come back unto the style  
Of Henry's Daughter, Margaret,  
whose blessed womb brought our delight  
●or Archeball Douglas she did wed,  
●nguis brave Earl, who issue bred.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

By her he had a Daughter bright,  
called by the name of Margaret,  
To the Earl of Lenox wedded was she,  
and bore a Son named Henry,  
The which was called the Lord Darlie,  
and after wedded the Scottish Marie,  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

By whose most sweet and happy bed,  
our sorrows now are quite struck dead  
For to Lord Darlie she did bring  
old Britain's hope, & james our king  
As next of Henry's line, 'bove other,  
coming both by father and mother.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

England rejoice, and now give praise,  
unto the Lord, that so did raise  
Our sorrowful hearts with hopes of joy,  
when we were drowned with sad annoy,  
For loss of sweet Eliza's life,  
●o●king for nothing more than strife.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

Yet God for us did so provide,  
and held us up when we did slide,  
And as Eliza she is gone,  
he sent an other to ease our moan.  
King james is he by whose sweet breath  
we still possess Queen Elizabeth.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

For though her Corpses be wrapped in lead▪  
and never on this earth shall tread,  
Yet do her Virtues still remain,  
without blot, blemish, or stain.  
In noble james her virtues live,  
to whom God doth her honours give.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

O noble King to England haste,  
that our full pleasures we may taste:  
For nothing now breeds our despite,  
but that we want our Prince his sight  
Which if we had, we more should joy,  
than ' liza's death wrought our annoy.  
O Hone, honinonero etc.   

Now Englishmen leave off your grief,  
For noble james brings us relief:  
Pull mourning Feathers from your head,  
and flourish now in Yellow and Red.  
Sing joyful Poems of his praise,  
that God may lengthen long his days.  
O Hone, honinonero. etc.   

God grant him 'mongst us long to reign  
to be a scourge to Rome and Spain:  
That hating them, and all their ways,  
he still may strive God's word to raise.  
And to defend the poor man's right,  
that they be not o'ercome by might.  
O Hone; honinonero. etc.   

O Lord make thou his Counsel wise,  
that they may give him good advise,  
Bless the Commons, and all those  
that seek the ruin of his foes:  
And may he die a thousand shames,  
that with his heart loves not K. james.  
O Hone, honinonero, tarrararara▪  
Tarrararara hone   
FINIS.   

Imprinted at London E. W.