Then first came up their admiral, themselves for to advance; In her she bore full forty-eight piece of ordinance; The next that then came near us was their vice-admiral, Which shot most furiously at _our Angel Gabriel_. Our gallant ship had in her full forty fighting men: With twenty pieces of ordnance we play’d about them then; And with powder, shot, and bullets we did imploy them still, And thus began the fight _with our Angel Gabriel_. Our captain to our master said, ‘Take courage, master bold;’ The master to the seamen said, ‘Stand fast, my hearts of gold;’ The gunner unto all the rest, ‘Brave hearts, be valiant still; Let us fight in the defence _of our Angel Gabriel_!’ Then we gave them a broadside, which shot their mast asunder, And tore the bowsprit of their ship, which made the Spaniards wonder; And caused them for to cry, with voices loud and shrill, ‘Help! help! or else we sink, _by the Angel Gabriel_.’ Yet desperately they boarded us, for all our valiant shot; Three-score of their best fighting-men upon our decks were got, And then at their entrance full thirty we did kill, And thus we clear’d the decks _of the Angel Gabriel_. With that their three ships boarded us again with might and main, But still our noble Englishmen cry’d out, ‘A fig for Spain!’ Though seven times they boarded us, at last we shew’d our skill, And made them feel the force _of our Angel Gabriel_. Seven hours this fight continued, and many brave men lay dead, With purple gore and Spanish blood the sea was coloured red; Five hundred of their men we there outright did kill; And many more were maim’d _by the Angel Gabriel_. They seeing of these bloody spoils, the rest made haste away. For why? they saw it was no boot any longer for to stay; Then they fled into Cales, and there they must lye still, For they never more will dare to meet _our Angel Gabriel_. We had within our English ship but onely three men slain; And five men hurt, the which, I hope, will soon be well again; At Bristol we were landed, and let us praise God still, That thus hath blest our men _and our Angel Gabriel_. Now let me not forget to speak of the gift given by the owner Of the _Angel Gabriel_, that many years has known her; Two hundred pounds in coyn and plate he gave with free good will Unto them that bravely fought _in the Angel Gabriel_. [Probably by LAWRENCE PRICE.] _NEPTUNE TO ENGLAND._ Of thee, great State, the god of waves In equall wrongs assistance craves, Defend thyselfe and mee: For if ore seas there be no sway, My godhead cleane is tane away, The scepter pluckt from thee. Such as ore seas all sovereigntie oppose, Though seeming friends, to both are truly foes.