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GALLANTS, TO BOHEMIA
With three hundred Princes more, 'side Dukes, Earles and Barons store:
Then how can we at home remaine, But brauely to those warres againe.
13 The Seas with ships are richly spread,
the Land with colours white and red And euery Captaine ready prest,
to rancke his squadrons with the rest: The Martiall musickes ratling sound,
sayes, Soldiers, stand & keep your ground Though burning bullets flye amaine,
Yet will we to those warres againe.
14 Our Leaders nobly minded are,
for to maintaine so braue a warre As this, for true Religions right,
to spend their Hues in bloudy fight: For God and for his Gospell, then
to armes, and fight it out like men, The which most brauely to maintaine,
Let vs go to the warres againe.
15 And let vs all that Souldiers be,
both noble bloud and low degree: Be true to him that takes in hand
these popish kingdomes to withstand: God guide him on with good successe,
and all his noble army blesse: And so we shall the right maintaine,
And go vnto these warres againe.
Imprinted at London by G.E.