Unfortunately the wind was from the south, but the captains contrived to warp out their ships. On the following day, being Saturday, the 20th of July, they got a full sight of the Armada standing majestically on, the vessels drawn up in the form of a crescent, which, from horn to horn, measured some seven miles. Their great height and bulk, though imposing to the unskilled, gave confidence to the English seamen, who reckoned at once upon having the advantage in tacking and manœuvring their lighter craft. The miserable parsimony of Elizabeth, who did not allow a sufficiency of ammunition to the fleet, interfered sadly with the proceedings of the defenders of the English shores. But the story of the Armada belongs to general English history, and need not be detailed here. It is a story, read it often as we may, that makes the blood dance in one's veins. It has served as the topic of many lines. I will give some not usually quoted, by John O'Keefe, which were set to music by Dr. Arnold:-- "In May fifteen hundred and eighty-eight, Cries Philip, 'The English I'll humble; I've taken it into my Majesty's pate, And the lion, Oh! down he shall tumble. The lords of the sea!' Then his sceptre he shook; 'I'll prove it all arrant bravado, By Neptune! I'll sweep 'em all into a nook, With th' Invincible Spanish Armado.' "This fleet started out, and the winds they did blow; Their guns made a terrible clatter. Our noble Queen Bess, 'cos her wanted to know, Quill'd her ruff, and cried, 'Pray what's the matter?' 'They say, my good Queen,' replies Howard so stout, 'The Spaniard has drawn his toledo. Odds bobbins! he'll thump us, and kick us about, With th' Invincible Spanish Armado.' "The Lord Mayor of London, a very wise man, What to do in the case vastly wondered. Says the Queen, 'Send in fifty good ships, if you can,' Says the Lord Mayor, 'I'll send you a hundred!' Our fire ships soon struck every cannon all dumb, For the Dons ran to _Ave_ and _Credo_; Don Medina roars out, 'Sure the foul fiend is come, For th' Invincible Spanish Armado.' "On Effingham's squadron, tho' all in abreast, Like open-mouth'd curs they came bowling; His sugar-plums finding they could not digest, Away they ran yelping and howling. When Britain's foe shall, all with envy agog, In our Channel make such a tornado, Huzza! my brave boys! we're still lusty to flog An Invincible ... Armado." And here the dotted line will allow of Gallic, Russian, or German to be inserted. Of Spanish there need be no fear. Spain is played out.