King James's letter to the French king. An excellent new song. Tune of, Let Mary live long. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03964 of text R179282 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing K560AA). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B03964 Wing K560AA ESTC R179282 52614738 ocm 52614738 175932 2240900153

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03964) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 175932) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2755:22) King James's letter to the French king. An excellent new song. Tune of, Let Mary live long. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [Edinburgh? : 1692] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). Reproduction of original in: National Library of Scotland. eng Ballads, Scots -- 17th century. Broadsides -- Scotland -- 17th century. eebo King James's letter to the French King. An excellent new song. Tune of, Let Mary live long. [no entry] 1692 1 437 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
KING JAMES'S LETTER TO THE FRENCH KING AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG Tune of , Let Mary live long . KInd Lewis , my Friend , Since Things goes no better , Here is a kind Letter , Which to you I send , to lay down your Arms : For my conquering Son , Will quite over-run your Kingdoms , I fear , He 'll bring a vast Army , He 'll bring a vast Army , to conquer you here . Since Fortune doth frown , And sends none but Crosses , How great are your Losses ; My Kingdoms and Crown you 'll never regain , Too late here I know : For a powerful Foe will shortly arrive : Stout Boys of broad Brittain , Stout Boys of broad Brittain , fears no Man alive . Still ever for Peace , Lest sad Desolation Should fall in your Nation , Your Foes they increase at Home and Abroad : For Diffusion of Blood , Makes my Eyes like a Flood , through Rivers of Tears , The Crys of the People , The Crys of the People , sore pierceth mine Ears . Our Coll'nels are kill'd , And valiant Commanders ; By fighting in Flanders , All Nations are fill'd with the Rumours of Wars ; Which troubles me sore , Let us freely give o're , since Fighting's in vain : I long to see Europe , I long to see Europe to flourish again . I cannot but own , And still I will ever , You 've done your endeavour To ransome my Throne , by powerful Arms ; You 've done what you can For an unfortunat Man , I ever have been : Those that fight against me , Those that fight against me , doth Victory win . Since the Fates are decreed , That my Son and Daughter , Will ever hereafter Still flourish indeed , which will satisfy me : One Branch They will give , By the which I may live , I 'll freely comply , That I am not for Fighting , That I am not for Fighting , no , no , no , not I. Now here lies the Case , The most I desire , Is hence to retire To some Holy Place , to spend my last Days : So Lewis , my Friend , Let the Wars have an end , and lay your Arms down : I 'm wearied of seeking , I 'm wearied of seeking , the Scepter and Crown . FINIS .