The Welch-man's public RECANTATION Or, His hearty sorrow for taking up of Arms against her Parliament. Declaring to all the World how her hath been abused by fair words, and such adullations and flatter, telling her what Booties and Prizes her should get, and what victories her should obtain, and what honour it would be to her and her Country if her would but conduct her King to White Hall near London. Withal, Advising all her Countrymen to take up no more Arms against her Parliament to defend the Commission of Array; the Devil take the Array. Commanded to be published. Printed at London for Fr. Cowl, 1642. The Welch-man's public Recantation, or his hearty sorrow for taking up of Arms against her Parliament. MAy it please all and every one that shall cast her good and favourable eyes upon this sheets of papers, to know and believe that all her Countrymen of Wales by whatsoever appellations they be called are wonderfully sorry for her late temerities and rashness, whereunto the Devil owing her a spite led her blindfold, for her do with tears overflowing her cheeks, and drowning her hearts inward and outward acknowledge and confess, (which her will not do at a Sessions, for fear of hanging) that her was very strangely deceived by politic jeers, flaterries, and temtations, to make walks and preambulations out of her Countries of Wales, to kill and fight with her know not whom, and her have cursed herself many days together in Welch for being such simple puppies, to be carried away by witchcrafts as her thinks, and as it will appear in her lamentable and pitiful recantations, which her do now intent to make, out of the goodness of her British blood, and valiant disposition a great while ago, her was persuaded to put on her arms, and to march with great courage and magnanimesties upon great business, and matters of high and generous consequences as her conceived to conduct and bring her good and gracious King to her Parliament, and that his person might be secured from all indignities and injuries, for which her will spend her best blood in her bellies, her being true Britain and love her King, and prince with all integrities, and all her hearts, but after her had consented to go in warlike fashions, her was led away in a fool's paradizes, to fall by the swords of her enemies, and to make her appearances in Kenton Battles, where there was nothing but killing and slaying of all persons, without respect of degrees and petidegrees, and ancient Gentlemen and Lords were in as much pericles and dangers as her poorest Countrymen; Lord bless us, Guns went off like a clutter of hail stumbling down from her old Regiments in Wales, when her cousin Boreas swagges and domineers on her Mountains, and was great deluges and overflowings of blood which was spilt, to make the ground blush for inhumanities' and merciless cruelty, and bullets flew about her ears as commonly as if her should have told her some tale and bid her beware, but her could not take heed of her coming, but those round pellots hit her in invisible miraculous manners her know not how, but her Countrymen was killed and slain and died like rotten Muttons, before her could make her Inventories and Wills to all her loving Cousins, her was strooke dead without giving her leave to send commendations of herself and her valour to her Countrymen: and Saint Winifred's Well could not flow in greater big streams than her saw blood run in streams mingled with vulgars' and Shentlemens' blood, her could not know her consanguinity nor her Cusen gentle blood, but was all running out of her veins and bellies, her cannot make terrible descriptions of awl these cruel fights, and horrible Battles, which her was spectators and beholders of, but her can tell, that her was never put into such astonishmen's, and amazements, in all her days, for her cannot with all her fancies, and imaginations set out her Pictures, and deadly representations of this hot skirmish, her know not about what, but mere piples, and papiles, and words, such as her never knew about Pregorgatives, and Commissiones of Array, her do not know, but her was ready to her breeches, bewray herself, without authorities, but upon plain necessities, and fears and frights; but her is now in all humility and submission ready and desirous to crave pardon for her following and obeying the Commission of Array; her thought like the poor dog, that her was going to a breakfast, when her was going to hanging, her thought to have marched out of her Country, only so bring the King and Parliament to meet lovingly, but by the way, many thousand Devils met us, and spit fire against us, and sent us such hot answers, as bounce bounce, that her was almost deaf, and was lamed in all her senses, so that her thought her should never hear her Welsh Harps more melodiously playing: and besides the smoke of gunpowder spoiled her stomach, that her did wish her had been toasting Cheese by the fire side in her own Country, there her could fight at country Machets, and crack her Cousin's crown, and he rook it for good payment for a Welsh Runt: but here at Kinton, our Crowns were cracked, and yet they would be content; but we must pay our own dear lives, and keep us from running home to Wales, though our legs was as good and better than their hearts. Her was truly conformed before her went out of her Country, that her should get honour, and great store of pillage, and good pay for her labour, By God's plutra nails, her had such good pay, that her desire never to be so paid again; the Red-coats did so pay her, that her was fain to run from her pay, mark her that now, her could have found better occupying at home, and better payment made there, then her did at this Kynton battle, for her lost one arm, and almost one leg, in so much that her shall never deal truly, nor go uprightly with her best friends; Yet her do much thank her Fates in that her hath but one hand, for now her can pilfer and stays but half so much with one, as her could before with two; & so her shall not be hanged so soon as her should, if her had 2 hands. Her was likely drilled to Coventry, & it was told her that it was a very rich town, and good store of pillage was therein, and that he should have fine shirts and fine sheets, her must confess that put her into some heart to get some shirts, for her had never a one of her back, but a couple of borrowed napkins tacked together, and so put upon her shoulders, and with never a sleeve, and those her wore 4. months, in so much that her had near threescore & two Moabites about her, besides Nitites and Jebusites, which leapt like our Welsh goat over the pales and over the mountains, when we hunt her for Venison. And for her running away, her think is very good wisdoms, for her do remember her welsh proverb, de huma Comrade, bo in daneth Whee, that is, one pair of heels is worth two pair of hands: yet her can shustifie that her Countrymen did not face about and run away the first, but did stoutly stand to it, and for her part, her did but wink twice in shooting thrice her gun off with a pellet in it, but her was in such a sweat with it, as if it had been Saint Taffies day when all her cheeses are set to the fire to roast for joy. And her tell her that for her own credit, that it was the English man that first run away; and it doth much rejoice her heart to hear, that not only some of her Countrymen run away, but that divers English Captains not being content to run away on foot, but road away like cowards upon their horse backs, and with the Parliaments money also, bidding their soldier's shift for themselves, for they were all lost men. Nay her do caknow them very well, there was one Captain Ramsey and Captain Frith, and another Captain called Richard Parker, who looks like Bul-beefe, & would have frighted her with her looks, her do warrant her, but her like a coward run away, and did not like an honest man go throgh-stich with his work; such a rascal would be hanged if her was in our Country, yet her would not have him hanged, for that would spoil his whistling, for if all runaway should be hanged, what would become of her none self: But her would have him marked for a white-livered slave, and where her had a horse of 12. l. price; her should have one of 12. s. the next time, and her Lord General should serve the soldiers as her cousin julius Caesar did when her first entered England, brought all his men in ships, and when he had landed them, commanded the ships to be sent home again, so that they had no hope left of running away, but to stand to it, and fight like men, or die like cowards; So her would have her Parliament let none of her Captains have horses above 10. s. price, that if they offer to fly or run away, they may soon be overtaken and punished: or so branded that they may be taken notice of for fugitives: for her own part (alas poor Taffie) all that her could get for guarding up her K. to the Parliament was the loss of one of her arms, and almost one of her legs, the Tivell rake her commission of Array, and her also, if ever her fight again for the Array, for it made her in a woeful case; I would I had her stones between her anvil at home, that first invented or found out the commission of Array, but I will conclude, as her cousin Sir Francis Jones did upon the Session's house bench when her cousin was condemned to be hanged, he starting up hearing her Counteyman cry for mercy, said it is well you scape so too, so say I it is well I scaped so too, and so her will march home to his own Country. The welsh men's new Oath IN considerations therefore of the premizes bloody and cruel, beyond all comparrisons and stories of all ancient fights, we the old Britons do here, from the bottom and top of our hearts, which do trouble her yet to think on that Battle, do here promise and take an hundred Oaths upon books, that we will never hereafter be so mad, as to go a gathering of wool, or wealth, or monies, upon the ways of pillaging and plundering, and getting good estates, and apparel, by the commission of Array, her will rather go in her country habit, rather than to venture for the good apparel & get nothing but knocks, nay and lose her life, and march bare footed, against her good friends, the Parliaments forces; and her desire that the Parliament would not take their forwardness to assist these Commissioners of Array, as a contempt against all their honours and urships, for her will hang herself, if ever her be seduced and led away to look our Army in the face again, or to fall to blows in open field, where her blood was like to have been shed, had not her being wiser than the rest, run away, & so having scaped with her life, hath made this Recantation, and doth desire all the worships of the parliament, to pardon her great temerities and errors in standing for the Commission of Array, and her do vow and make protestation, that hereafter her will be wise and discreet in the effusion of her true british blood, and will upon all occasions handle her arms and legs in defending the Protestant Religion, be they what they will, and her King and Country, this is her true Resolution and Recantation. The Welshman's doleful ditty, to the tune of Ohone, Ohone. IN Kinton Greene Poor Taffy was seen, O Taffy, O Taffy; Taffy her stood To the knees in blood, O do not laugh ye; But her was led on With false Commission, To her unknown; That poor Taffy herself Might live in health, But her got blows for her wealth O Taffy poor Taffy. Their crievous fight Did make day night O Taffy Taffye; Her would be flying, Liked not dying; 'Twas bad Epitaphe, Her sword and spear Did smell for fear And her hearts were In a cold plight; Made Taffy outright His poor Breeches beshit, O Taffy O Taffye. To Guns did so fart Made poor Taffy start O Taffy O Taffye. Her go barefoot, Then so go trot, O do not laugh ye: For her was banged Because her had ganged Under the command Of Array, Who had for her pay Many a sound create knock that day. O Taffy Taffye. Her go in freeze, Eat bread and cheese, O Taffy O Taffye. Feed with Goats Without old Groats, O do not laugh ye, Had you been there Where her did appear With cold cheer In knapsack, You would then alack For fear have turned her bacl O Taffy O Taffye. Her will now invent How to repent, O Taffy O Taffey, And for want Of words her recant, O do not laugh ye: For her will be swore Her will do no more Though her be poor And too true Valour her will show To more in such create crew O Taffy O poor Taffye. Her do conclude In doleful mood, O Taffy O Taffye. Her will weep To Goats and Sheep O do not laugh ye, For her be anger, And then hang her, If in danger, Her come. Pox upon a Gun, Has spoiled her going home, O Taffie poor Taffie. FINIS.