This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Do you not know, not a fortnight agoe,
How they brag’d of a Western wonder?
When a hundred and ten, slew five thousand men,
With the help of Lightning and Thunder.
There Hopton was slain, again and again,
Or else my Author did lye;
With a new Thanksgiving, for who are living,
To God, and his Servant Chudleigh.
But now on which side, was this Miracle try’d,
I hope we at last are even;
For Sir Ralph and his Knaves, are risen from their Graves,
And Cudgel’d the Clowns of Devon.
And now St.——— came, for his Honour was lame
Of the Gout three months together;
But it prov’d when they fought, but a running Gout,
For his heels were lighter then ever.
For now he out-runs, his Armes and his Guns,
And leaves all his money behind him;
But they follow after, unlesse he take water
At Plymouth again, they will find him.
What Reading hath cost, and St.——— hath lost,
Goes deep in the Sequestration;
These wounds will not heal, with your new Great Seal,
For Jepsons Declarations.
Now Peters, and Case, in their Prayer and Grace,
Remember their new Thanksgiving;
Isaack and his Wife, now dig for their life,
And shortly must do’t for their living.