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THOMAS STUKELY. 311 |
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Mangled men lay on the ground, And with blood the earth was dround, The sun was likewise darken'd in the skye. 90
Heaven was sore displeased, And would not be appeased,
But tokens of God's heavy wrath did show That he was angry at this war; He sent a fearfull blazing star, ss
Whereby these kings might their misfortunes know.
Bloody was this slaughter, Or rather wilfull murther,
Where six score thousand fighting men were slain; Three kings within this battaile died, 100
With forty dukes and earles beside,
The like will never more be fought again.
With woful armes enfoulding, Stukely stood beholding
This bloody sacrifice of soules that day: 105 He, sighing, said, " I, wofull wight, Against my conscience heere did fight,
And brought my followers all unto decay."
Being thus molested,
And with greefes oppressed, 110
Those brave Italians that did sell their lands, With Stukely thus to travel forth, And venture life for little worth,
Upon him all did lay their murthering hands. |
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