Strange and true newes of an ocean of flies dropping out of a cloud, upon the towne of Bodnam in Cornwall. To the tune of Cheevy Chase. When kings have lost their reignes and power, then clouds upon us judgements showre. T. W. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A96184 of text R210577 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.11[52]). 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. 4 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 2017 A96184 Wing W131 Thomason 669.f.11[52] ESTC R210577 99869361 99869361 162701 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A96184) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162701) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f11[52]) Strange and true newes of an ocean of flies dropping out of a cloud, upon the towne of Bodnam in Cornwall. To the tune of Cheevy Chase. When kings have lost their reignes and power, then clouds upon us judgements showre. T. W. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n.], [London : Printed in the yeare of miracles. 1647. Imprint place from Wing. Verse - "Some talke of battailes in the aire,"... Annotation on Thomason copy: "July 27". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A96184 R210577 (Thomason 669.f.11[52]). civilwar no Strange and true newes of an ocean of flies dropping out of a cloud, upon the towne of Bodnam in Cornwall. To the tune of Cheevy Chase. When T. W 1647 577 6 0 0 0 0 0 104 F The rate of 104 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-07 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-08 Jason Colman Sampled and proofread 2007-08 Jason Colman Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Strange and true Newes of an Ocean of Flies dropping out of a Cloud , upon the Towne of Bodnam in Cornwall . To the Tune of Cheevy Chase . When Kings have lost their Reignes and Power , Then Clouds upon us judgements showre . SOme talke of battailes in the aire , And Comets in the skies , But now we 'll tell a tale more rare , Of great and monstrous flies . In Cornwall this strange sight was seen , At Bodman Towne by name , Which will be iustified still By a Lawyer of great fame . At mid-day ▪ when the skie was cleare , A thick cloud did arise , Which failing downe upon the earth , Dissolved into flies . The hell-bred Cloud did look so big , So black and did so loure , It could not rest untill her Panch Those flies all out did poure . They in such mighty numbers fell Upon the green grasse ground , And did so cover all the earth , That nought else could be found . Their numbers did increase so fast , Almost a whole houres space , That they a foot and more were seen , To cover all that place . No grasse , nor flowers for the time , Were seen for to appeare , The like was not in England knowne , God knowes this many a yeare . Their bodys green , their wings were white As it appeares most true , By Letters sent from Bodnam Towne , By those we never knew . These flies as soon as they were borne Fell dead upon the ground ; And to say truth ▪ they lay so thick , The like was never found . Which made the people all to muse , To see that gastly sight , Which did continue on the ground All that whole day and night . The second Part , To the same Tune . SO when the Lord was pleas'd to frowne , And shew his powerfull hand He rained Frogs and Lice upon All the Aegyptian land . All which was for their sinnes so great , So wicked , fowle and dire , They did deserve the iudgement iust Of Brimstone and of fire . And yet they never did rebell Against their King and Crowne ▪ Nor had such vices in their streets As hath our London Towne , Who hath maintain'd this bloudy warre Against a Cause so iust ; And have destroy●d their gracious Prince For to maintaine their lust . Wherefore repent you Citizens , And take you warning all ▪ Lest that the Heavens in discontent In Thunder on you fall . In Lice and Locusts Wormes and Frogs , In Raine in Haile and Stormes ▪ In Lightning Plague and Pestilence , In Poxes and in Hornes . Now if these Plagues you will prevent , Which will your corne destroy , See that you presently repent , And sing Vive le Roy . God grant us Peace , which will not be Unlesse our gracious King Enjoy his rights and dignities , His Queen and every thing . God send Sir Thomas Fairfax right , And send us our Areares , And bring the King to Towne againe Sans jealousies and feares . T. W. FINIS . Printed in the Yeare of Miracles . 1647.