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48 SONGS AND BALLADS
' Come then,' says our captain, ' let's fire at the church !' And down came their belfrey, which grieved them much ; And down came the steeple, which standeth so high, Which made the proud Spaniards to the nunnery fly.
So great a confusion we made in the town That their lofty buildings came tumbling down; Their wives and their children, for help they did cry, But none could relieve them, though danger was nigh.
The flames and the smoak so increased their woe That they knew not whither to run or to go; Some to shun the fire leapt into the flood, And there they did perish in water and mud.
Our guns we kept firing, still shooting amain, Whilst many a proud Spaniard was on the place slain ; The rest, being amazed, for succour did cry, But all was in vain, they had no where to fly.
At length being forced, they thought it most fit Unto the brave English-men for to submit; And so a conclusion at last we did make Upon such conditions as was fit to take.
The Spanish Armado did England no harm, ' Twas but a bravado, to give us alarm; But with our five frigats we did them bumbast, And made them of English-men's valour to taste.
When this noble victory we did obtain, Then home we returned to England again, Where we were received with welcomes of joy, Because with five frigats we did them destroy. |
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An Elegie on the Death of the Right Honourable Robert Blake, Esq., One of the Generals at Sea, who departed the 7th of August, 1657, on board the George, near Plymouth Sound.
What means this silence, sirs ? what's here becom ? Some heavy tidings sure hath struck you dumb. |
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