XI. Henry Farley

When He Tooke Coach at Theobalds, in His Progresse to Scotland

RIDE on with honor, mighty king!

With princely high renowne,

From London unto Edenburgh,

Thy native seate and towne;

And blessed be thy majestie,

In every place thou goest,

Unto the joy of man and boy,

From highest to the lowest.

Ride on, yee noble lords, also,

God bless you and your master!

And in the progresse as yee passe

Defend you from disaster;

And Trinitie in Unitie

Be still your guide and glory,

That of this time each penne may rime

A pleasant progresse story.

And ride yee on, yee rev’rend ones,

For you are for our soules;

And when you are at Edenburgh

I pray remember Paules;

For shee will pray, both night and day,

For your prosperitie,

Because your words much helpe affords

In her necessitie.

Ride on, likewise, yee worthy knights,

With jovialty and pleasure;

And see you have a noble care

To bring againe our treasure:

Your fealty and loyalty

The Lord will ever blesse,

And for the same you shall get fame

And heavenly happinesse.

So ride you on, his officers,

And yeomen strong and trusty;

Some guarde before, and some behinde,—

Be valiant, bolde, and lusty:

Yet see you be for courtesie

In Scotland well commended,

That love and peace may still increase,

Untill the world be ended.

And as in progresse, so in regresse,

O let us ever pray,

That God will blesse his majestie,

And queene, and prince alway;

That north and west, and south and east,

His glory wee may sing,

And nights and dayes give thanks and praise

To James our sacred king.

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