THE LAMENTABLE COMPLAINT OF THE NORTHWEST COUNTRYMAN.  
By T. H.  
Published according to Order.  
LONDON, Printed in the year, 1645.   

THE COMPLAINT OF THE NORTHWEST COUTREY-MAN.  

YOu are well over-taken good Neighbour,  
Whether agoo this way,  
O how do you good John,  
I am very much discontented  
At these times, and at my losses,  
'tis no matter which way ich go:  
Why man, be contented?  
A be on the strongest side,  
And thou mayst do well enough:  
How? do well enough say you neybour,  
Why do you say so? whether ich am  
Roundhead or Cavalier, the soldiers  
Will be sure to drink up all my Beer,  
My Hens, Ducks and Geese,  
They will be sure to have a fleece:  
In my chimney ich was wont to have  
Eight stitches of bacon fat and brave,  
But now at night it may be well hung,  
But in the morning it will be gone,  
Such do makes my heart to ache:  
And I for fear do sometimes shake,  
Apies take them all.  
My horses I in field have fed  
In former time where they were bred,  
And I road on them in peace,  
But now my troubles do increase,  
Although for them I paid full dear,  
Yet I have left me the smallest share:  
A-goodieer take them all.  
My Butter, Cheese, Milk Curds, and whey,  
They take my very spoon-meat away:  
What a life is this?  
Last week ich chad seven score sheep,  
And ich made account them to keep,  
Good profit for to make:  
But now, alas, God wots:  
They are all gone unto the pot,  
Such havoc now a-days they make,  
My corn God Almighty blest upon the ground,  
Into my Barn I brought it sound,  
Thinking thereby to increase my estate,  
And to make me and my honshold fortunate:  
But now I must think of another fate,  
Alack, what shall I do:  
My woollen, linen, and such stuff:  
Ye my very Ruff in danger to be lost,  
My brass and pewter & such things:  
I and my wife's rings now must al-ago,  
Money I had but little store:  
But yet they say, they will have more:  
But where do think ich should have it.  
Ich have some religion as well as they,  
Surely some men have gone astray,  
That maketh such a quille:  
But our sins (alas) it was the way▪  
That brought upon us all this fray:  
God knoweth when toull end,  
Our pride, security, oppression it was great:  
When the Christian World was in a fret:  
And toiled with bloody War:  
But now our share is come in haste,  
And daily make us for to waste,  
The like was never known:  
So many bloody battles in four Years,  
The like story you did never hear  
In any Christian age, our land,  
Now full well is known to be in wars:  
And jars, is bloody ones in all the Christian World:  
This is the land, say they,  
That lived in wealth and store,  
But nowtheir sorrows are grown more deny,  
Then any Land besides:  
This is God's true Church we cannot  
But Christ abundance there will justify,  
God send them well to end.  
God bless our King & Parliament,  
And grant at last they may consent,  
To have a godly peace:  
Lord bless this people great & small,  
And grant that we on him may call  
In truth and righteousness,  
That he may send us a godly peace,  
That so our joys they may increase:  
And we may praise Gods Name therefore: AMEN.   
FINIS.