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A NEW SPANISH TRAGEDY
Their Trumpets sound, their Ensigns spred, and their warlike Drums did rattle:
The thundring Canons roar'd, Bullets as thick as rain
Came from the Holland ships unto the Fleet of Spain.
8 No mercie 'mongst these Enemies
could at that time be found, Full 16 of the Spanish ships
were forc'd to run o'th ground. 28 more at Sea were fired,
thousands of men were slain Both of the Hollander,
and their enemies of Spaine.
9 The Spaniards in this conflict,
was much with terrour fill'd, For one man of the Hollanders,
ten Spaniards then were kill'd, Their Scooper-holes run down with blood,
into the Ocean maine, Which made them cry alas we shall
never returne to Spaine.
10 Good Lord it was great griefe to see,
dead men cast on the ground: Some had their very braines dasht out,
and others more were found With mangled legs, and broken limbs,
and most of them were slaine, Which did belong to Dunkerk,
and to the King of Spaine.
11 And as it was reported,
the Spaniards wanting shot, They let flye gold and silver store, out of their Ordinance hot. |
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