O praise the Lord with hart and minde, Sing praise with voices cleare; Seth traitorous crue, have had their due To quaile their partener’s cheere. Next Babington, that caitife vilde, Was hanged for his hier; His carcasse likewise quartered, And hart cast in the fier. Was ever seen such wicked troopes Of traytors in this land, Against the pretious woord of truthe, And their good Queene to stand? Oh praise, &c. But heer beholde the rage of Rome, The fruits of Popish plants; Beholde and see their wicked woorks, Which all good meaning wants: For Savage also did receave Like death for his desert, Which in that wicked enterprise Should then have doon his part. O praise, &c. O cursed catifes, void of grace, Will nothing serve your turne, But to behold your cuntries wrack, In malice while you burne? And Barnwell thou, which went to view Her grace in each degree, And how her life might be dispatcht, Thy death we all did see. O praise, &c. Confounding shame fall to their share, And hellish torments sting, That to the Lords annointed shall Devise so vile a thing. O Techburne, what bewitched thee To have such hate in store, Against our good and gratious Queene, That thou must dye therefore? O praise, &c. What gaine for traitors can returne, If they their wish did win? Or what preferment should they get, By this their trecherous sinne? Though forraine power love treason well, The traitors they dispise, And they the first that should sustaine The smart of their devise O praise, &c. What cause had Tilney, traitor stout, Or Abbington likewise, Against the Lords annointed thus Such mischeef to devise? But that the Devill inticed them Such wicked woorks to render; For which these seven did suffer death, The twentith of September. O praise, &c. Seven more the next day following Were drawen from the Tower, Which were of their confederates To dye that instant hower: The first of them was Salsburie, And next to him was Dun, Who did complaine most earnestly Of proud young Babington. O praise, &c. Both lords and knights of hye renowne He ment for to displace, And likewise all the towers and townes And cities for to race; So likewise Jones did much complaine Of his detested pride, And shewed how lewdly he did live Before the time he died. O praise, &c.