The Parish Clerk's Address on the Same Subject
In the Style of Hopkins and Sternhold
The parish clerks of fair London,
Whose hall in Wood Street stands,
Leige subjects all, and ev'ry one,
Crave leave to kiss your hands.
When that your father he was dead
We did lament full sore;
But since that you are in his stead
Right glad we are therefore.
God bless your noble majesty,
Your queen and children all;
And send that no adversity
On you or yours befall.
May you of church and realm take cure,
Of clergy eek and lay;
And may your reign and fame endure
For ever and for aye.
The parish clerks of fair London,
Whose hall in Wood Street stands,
Leige subjects all, and ev'ry one,
Crave leave to kiss your hands.
When that your father he was dead
We did lament full sore;
But since that you are in his stead
Right glad we are therefore.
God bless your noble majesty,
Your queen and children all;
And send that no adversity
On you or yours befall.
May you of church and realm take cure,
Of clergy eek and lay;
And may your reign and fame endure
For ever and for aye.
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