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i FRom India Land such newes I haue, of death and deadly dole, As may inforce a deepe remorse, to each good Christian soule,1 To thinke what English blood was shed, Upon a small occasion bred. Oh heauen looke downe, vpon poore innocent sou/es.
2   Betweene the English and the Dutch,
hath beene a long debate: And mischiefes many hath beene wrought,
against our Merchants state, Where Merchant-men haue lost their Hues, Their goods, their children, and their wiues: Oh heauen looke downe, vpon poore innocent sou/es.
3   A towne there stands Amboyna call'd,1
a Castle in the same: Made rich by these Low-Country States,
and Merchants of great name: Who on a time a plot deuiz'd, To haue our Englishmen surpriz'd. Oh heauen looke downe, &c.
4   They gaue out words our Englishmen,
by secret treason wrought, The towne and Castle to blow vp,
and so in question brought, Our English Merchants dwelling there, With all that held our Country deare. Oh heauen looke downe, &c.
5   Their Gouernor a Councell cal'd,
and yet no reason why, That twenty of our Englishmen should there their causes try:
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