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But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare,
Whose valour hath provd foe undaunted in warre?
If England doth yield fuch brave may dens as thee,
Full well may they conquer, faire Mary Ambree!

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Then to her owne country shee backe did returne,
Still holding the foes of faire England in scorne:
Therfore English captaines of every degree
Sing forth the brave valours of Mary Ambree.

THE MURDER OF THE KING OF

SCOTS.

TATOE worth, woe worth thee, falfe Scotlande!

V For thou haft ever wrought by fleighte; The worthyest prince that ever was borne,

You hanged under a cloud by night.

The queene of France a letter wrote,

And sealed it with harte and ringe; And bade hin come Scotland within,

And shee wold marry and crowne him kinge,

To be a king is a pleasant thing,

To be a prince unto a peere:
But you have heard, and so have I,

A man may well buy gold too dcare.

When the governor of Scotland heard,

How that the worthye king was ilaine;
He pursued the queen so bitterlye,

That in Scotland shee dare not remaine.

But she is fledd into merry England,

And here her residence hath tane;
And through the queene of Englands grace,

In England now shee doth remaine.

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Which turn to raine of late repent,

By course of changed windes.

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