Good news from the North, Truly relating how about a hundred of the Scottish Rebels, intending to plunder the house of M. Thomas Fudsie( at Stapleton in the Bishopri●k of Durham.) Were set upon by a troupe of our horsemen, under the conduct of that truly valorous gentleman lieutenant Smith, lieutenant to noble Sr. John Digby; thirty nine of them( whereof some were men of quality) are taken prisoners, the rest all slain except four or five which fled, whereof two are drowned. The names of them taken is inserted in a list by itself. This was upon Friday about fore of the clock in the morning, the eighteenth day of this instant September, 1640.  
The tune is, King Henry going to Bulloine.  
 depiction of an ambush  

ALl you who wish prosperity,  
To our King and Country,  
and their confusion which false hearted be,  
Here is some news( to cheer your heart,)  
Lately from the northern parts,  
of brave exploits performed with courage free.   

The Scots( there in possesson,  
Almost beyond expression,  
afflict the people in outrageous wise;  
Bestoes their lowance( which is much)  
The cruelty of them is such,  
that all they find they take as lawful prise.   

sheep, Oxen, Kine, and Horses,  
Their quotidiall course is,  
to drive away where ever them they find;  
Money plate and such good gear,  
From the Houses far and near,  
they bear away even what doth please their mind.   

But theirs an ancient adage,  
Ost used in this mad age,  
the Pitcher goes so often to the Well;  
That it comes broken bome at last,  
So they for all their knavery past,  
shall rue ere long though yet with pride they swell.   

As this our present story,  
( To the deserved glory.  
of them who were the actors in this play.)  
unto you shall a relish give.  
Of what( if heaven let us live;)  
will come to pass which is our sees decay.   

Those rebels use to pillage,  
In every country Village,  
and unresisted romed up and down;  
But now at last the greedy Scot,  
Hath a friday's breakfast got,  
sew of such feasts will pull their courage down   

At four o'th clock i'th morning,  
( Let all the rest take warning)  
about a hundred of these rebels came;  
To M Pudseys house where they,  
Ma●e sure account to have a pr●y,  
for their intention was to rob the same.   

Of no danger thinking,  
To eating and to drinking,  
the Scots did fall, but sure they said no grace,  
For there they eat and drank their last,  
With ill success they broke their fast.  
most of them to digest it had no space.   

An English troope not far thence,  
Had( it seems) intelligence  
of these had guests at Master Podseyes house,  
And with all speed to Stapleton,  
With great courage they road on,  
While usually was drinking his last carovie.   

The house they did beleaguer  
And like to Lions eager,  
they fell upon the Scots pell-mell so fast,  
That in a little space of time,  
Byth' Rebels fall our men did climb,  
they paid them for their insolences past.    

The second part. To the same tune.  
 four men on horseback  

IN brief the brave Lieutenant,  
With his men ualiant,  
so played their parts against the daring foes,  
Thet quickly they had cause to say,  
Sweet meat must have sour sauce alway,  
for so indeed they found to all their woes.   

Thirty nine are prisoners ta'en,  
And all the rest outright ar● slain,  
except some four or five that ●an away,  
And two of those( as some allege)  
Were drowned in passing o'er Crofts bridge,  
so near they were pursued they durst not stay.   

If them who are in durance  
( ●nder good assurance)  
some officers and men of quality,  
Among them are, 'tis manifest,  
to them who will peruse the List,  
Wherein their names are set down orderly.   

Thus worthy Smith his ualour,  
Hath ●●owne unto the dolor,  
of these proud Rebels, which with subtle wil●ss.  
Came as in zeats and nothing else,  
But now dear bought experience tells  
those were but faire pretences to beguil's.   

But th'end of their intention  
Is if( with circumvention)  
they can make us beléede what they pretend,  
They'll hold us on with feigned words,  
And make us loathe to draw our swords,  
to work our ruin, that's their chiefest end.   

But God I trust will quickly  
heal our kingdom sickly,  
too long indeed sick of credulity;  
And their blind eyes illuminate,  
Who bring this danger to the State,  
by trusting to a friend-like enemy.   

Ile daily pray and bourely,  
As it doth in my power lie,  
to him by whom Kings reign; that with success,  
King Charles go on and prosper may,  
And( having made the Scots obey,)  
rule o'er his Lands in peace and happiness    

18 Septemb. 1640 being friday morning.  
At Stapleton 3 miles beyond pierce bridge wee met with the Seots at 4 of the clock in the morning at Master Pudseys house in the bishopric of Dutham, ● breakfast, when wee made our Skirmish, Lieutenant Smith had the day, five or six of them escaped by Croft bridge, where they say they make their rendezvous, the prisoners that were taken, are these that follow, viz.  

1 Sir Archibald Douglasse, Sergeant Maior to colonel.  
2 james Ramsey.  
3 John Leirmouth, Lieutenant to captain Ayton.  
4 Hopper Cornet to the Maior Duglasse.  
5 Ia. Ogley, Sarjeant to the said mayor.  
6 patrick Vamphogic troop.  
7 james Colvildell.  
8 james Leving stone.  
9 Hector Mackmouth.  
10 John could.  
11 John Hench.  
12 Alexander Paxton, wounded.  
13 William Ridge.  
14 David Buens wounded.  
15 Adam Bonnyer.  
16 Rob. Ferrony.  
17 jo. Milver●●  
18 David Borret.  
19 Rob. Leisley.  
20 Ia. Ramsey.  
21 Allen Duckdell a dutch boy wounded.  
22 Alexander Ferdringham.  
23 jo. Cattricke.  
24 Allen Laving stan.  
25 George Harret.  
26 Andrew turns.  
27 Robert Watts.  
28 Alexander Watts.  
29 William Anderson.  
30 jo. Layton.  
31 Alex. Dick.  
32 patrick Cranny.  
33 William Simpson.  
34 Tho. Husband near dead.  
35 jo. Hill.  
36 Thomas Ferley.  
37 Andrew Whitehall.  
38 james Vianley.   
M.P.  
FINIS   

London Printed by E. G. and are to be sold at the sign of the horse-shoe in Smithfield. 1640