PRELUDE TO PROPHECIES

Prophecies of 1449 Are Fulfilled
This prelude of prophecies was written in England in the year 1449 by a man known as "Father Shipton". It was found in a Bible belonging to the late Mrs. James Smith, formerly of Dungannon.

THE PROPHECY
Year - 1449

A carriage without a horse shall go,
Disaster fill the world with woe,
In London's foremost hill shall be
Its untree hold a bishop's see,
Around the world men's thoughts shall fly,
Quick as the twinkling of an eye,
And the waters wonder do;
How strange, and yet, it shall be true.

Then upside down the world shall be
And gold found at the root of a tree,
Through towering hill proud man shall ride,
No horse or colt move by his side.
Beneath the waters men shall walk,
Shall ride, shall sleep and even talk.
And in the air men shall be seen
In white and black as well as green.

A great man shall come and go
For prophecy declares it so.
In water then iron there shall float
As easy as a wooden boat.
Gold shall be found in stream and stone
In land that is as yet unknown.

Water and fire shall wonders be
And England shall admit a Jew,
The Jew that once was held in scorn
Shall of a Christian then be born.

A house of years shall come to pass
In England, but alas-alas,
A war shall follow with the work

Where dwells the pagan and the Turk
The state shall lack fiercest strife
And seek to take each other's life.
The north shall then denounce the south.
For tax and blood and cruel war
Shall come to every humble door.

Three times shall lovely sunny France
Be had to plan a bloody dance,
Before the people shall be free
Three tyrant rulers shall see
Three rulers in succession be
Each spring from different destiny.
That when the fiercest fight is done
England and France shall be as one.

The British, alive, next shall turn
In marriage with the German men,
Men shall walk beneath and over stream
Fulfillment shall be a strange dream
All England's sons that plow the land
Shall oft be seen with book in hand.

The poor shall now most wisdom know
And water winds where corn doth grow;
Great houses stand in far-flung vale
All covered over with snow and hail.

And now a word in uncouth rhyme
Of what shall be in future time,
For in those far off wondrous days
The women shall adopt a craze
To dress like men and trousers wear
And cut off their locks of hair.
Then ride astride with brazen brow
As witches do a broomstick now.
Then love shall die and marriage cease
The women shall fondle cats and dogs
And men live much the same as hogs.

In nineteen hundred and thirty-six
Build houses of light straw and bricks
For then shall mighty war be planned
And fire and sword shall sweep the land,
But those that live the century thru
In fear and trembling this shall do
Flee to the mountains and the dens
To the bogs and forests and wild pens
For storms shall rage and cannons roar
When Gabriel stands on sea and on shore
And as he blows his wondrous horn
The old world shall die and a new be born.

recorded by Father Shipton

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