St. George for England, And St. Dennis for France,  
O honey soite qui maly pance,  
To an excellent new tune,  
 St George, on horseback, slays a dragon  

What need we brag or boast at a●l,  
of Arthur or his Knights,  
Knowing how many valiant men,  
they have subdued in fights.  
For bold Sir Lancelot-Du-Lake,  
was of the Table round,  
And fight for a Lady's sake,  
his sword with faim was Crowned,  
For Tarquin that great Giant,  
his vassal did remain.  
But St. George, St. George,  
the Dragon he hath slain.  
St. George he was for England,  
St. Dennis was for France.  
O honey soite qui maly pance.  
We read of Alexander,  
the Conqueror of all.  
Who did subdue this mighty world;  
Encompassing the ball,  
He was both King of Sea and Land,  
and did all honour keep,  
But hearing of no other world,  
it made him for to weep.  
He conquered Turks and infidels,  
the Pagan, Jewe and Dane.  
But St. George, &c,  
●en̄des great Julius Caesar,  
did reign a potent Lord,  
By conquering Crowns and Kingdoms,  
he put them to the sword:  
His name in ancient Chronicles:  
declares his enterprise,  
And how he won the glory still,  
from all his enemies.  
Where Troops of horse and Armed men,  
his Captains did remain,  
But St. George, etc.  
You have heard of mighty Tamburlaine,  
who with his fatal blows,  
D●d over top great Princes,  
and made footballs of three Crowns,  
For being thus exalted,  
upon a Kingly Throne,  
He bore the Sceptre of the world,  
and none but he alone.  
For Kings did draw his Chariot,  
who did his slaves remain.  
But St, George, etc.  
Great Ajax, and stout Hector,  
did combat by the day.  
And rushing in the Armies still,  
their bloody swords made way.  
The Greeks and Trojans went to wrack  
by their courageous force,  
For Hector in the heat of blood.  
spared neither man nor horse,  
When Hector took his last good night,  
than Troy was quickly ta'en,  
But St. George, St. George,  
the Dragon he hath slain.  
St. George he was for England.  
St. Dennis was for France,  
O honey soite qui maly pance,   
 two knights in armour fight with swords  

AChillis for a Lady's sake,  
went to the wars of Troy,  
But there by Paris he was slain,  
King Priam's lovely boy.  
For with a fierce and fiery dart,  
composed all of steel,  
Young Paris killed Achilles there,  
by darting through his heel.  
The Greecians for their General,  
did very much complain.  
But St. George, St. George,  
the Dragon he hath slain,  
St. George he was for England,  
St. Dennis was for France,  
O honey soite qui maly pance,  
Twelve labours was by Hercules,  
performed with courage stout  
Who travelled round about the world,  
to find his Mistress out,  
He made grim Pluto tremble,  
and Cerberus quake for fear;  
And to great Atlas' King of Wi●s,  
he did the Standard bear,  
Yet Hercules by his own Muse,  
did suffer mortal pain,  
But St. George. etc.  
The Noble Earl of Warwick,  
great Giants did subdu  
In honour of his Phillis sake,  
his King and Country to.  
A Savage Boar by him was killed  
whom he left void of breath.  
Besides the brutish Dun Cow,  
the Devil of Dunsmoore Heath,  
And Beevis of South hamhton,  
put Dragons to much pair,  
But St. George, etc.  
Make Anthony I'll warrant you,  
played feats with Egypt's Queen,  
Sir Eaglemore that valiant Knight,  
the like was never seen.  
grim Gorgous might was known in fight  
and Orson most men frighted,  
The Mermadons and Prestor John,  
deserbed to be knighted,  
Brave Spaniola, (took in Breda,  
the general of Spain,  
But St. George, meet the Dragon,  
and turned him over and over again.  
St David for great honour,  
in Foreign Lands did seek,  
Which makes the Welsh for memory,  
to wear a famous Lèeke.  
St Patrick too in Ireland,  
all venum did expel,  
For which a red Rose they did wear,  
as stories true doth tell,  
St. Andrew for cold Scotland,  
a Champion did remain,  
But St. George, etc.  
Next Anthony for Italy,  
a Captain stout and bold,  
With James of Spain did venture,  
to find the Indian gold,  
They overthrew the Pagans Gods.  
in every foreign Land.  
And for the fame of Christendom,  
most stoutly they did stand,  
St Dennis was as brave a soul,  
as any of the train.  
But St, George, St. George,  
the Dragon he hath slain.   
S. S.   

Printed for W. Gilbertson in Gil●spur street.