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THE WINNING OF CALES |
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Give to the rest of Commons more and lesse,
Loving harts, obedient minds, and perfect faithfulnesse.
That they and we, and all, with one accord
On Sion hill may sing the praise of our most mightie Lord.
T(homas) D(eloney). |
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AN EXCELLENT SONG ON THE WINNING OF CALES BY THE ENGLISH.
(Tune of, Dub a Dub; or, the Seaman's Tantara rara.)
Long the proud Spaniards had vanted to conquer us,
Threatening our country with fire and sword ; Often preparing their navy most sumptuous, With all the provision that Spain could afford.
Dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub, thus strike their drums ; Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra, the Englishmen comes I
To the seas presently went our Lord Admirall, With knights couragyous, and captaines full good;
The Earl of Essex, a prosperous Generall, With him prepared to passe the salt floode. Dub-a-dub, etc.
At Plymouth speedily took they shipp valiantly,
Braver shippes never were seen under sayle ; With their fayre colours spread, and streamers o're their head
Now, bragging Spanyards, take heed of your tayle. Dub-a-dub, etc.
Unto Cales, cunningly, came we most speedylye,
Where the King's navy did secretelye ride, Being upon their backe, piercing their butts of Sacke, Ere that the Spanyards our coming descry'd. Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-rax the Englishmen comes ; Bounce-a-bounce, bounce-a-bounce, off went the guns.
Great was the crying, running and ryding, Which at that season was made in that place ;
The Beacons were fyred, as need then required, To hyde their great treasure they had little space. ' Alas !' they cryed, ' Englishmen comes,' etc. |
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