In claps of roaring thunder which darkness doth enforce, We often find our ship to stray beyond our wonted course, Which causeth great distractions, and sinks our hearts full low; ’Tis in vain to complain _when the stormy winds do blow_. Sometimes in Neptune’s bosom our ship is tost in waves And every man expecting the sea to be their graves: Then up aloft she mounteth and down again so low; ’Tis with waves, oh! with waves, _when the stormy winds do blow_. Then down again we fall to prayer with all our might and thought; When refuge all doth fail us ’tis that must bear us out; To God we call for succour, for He it is, we know, That must aid us and save us _when the stormy winds do blow_. The lawyer and the usurer that sits in gown of fur, In closets warm, can take no harm, abroad they need not stir; When winter fierce with cold doth pierce, and beats with hail and snow, We are sure to endure _when the stormy winds do blow_. We bring home costly merchandise, and jewels of great price To serve our English gallantry with many a rare device; To please the English gallantry our pains we freely show, For we toyl and we moile _when the stormy winds do blow_. We sometimes sail to the Indies to fetch home spices rare, Sometimes again to France and Spain for wines beyond compare Whilst gallants are carousing in taverns on a row Then we sweep o’er the deep _when the stormy winds do blow_. When tempests are blown over, and greatest fears are past, In weather fair and temperate air, we straight lie down to rest: But when the billows tumble and waves do furious grow Then we rouse, up we rouse _when the stormy winds do blow_. If enemies oppose us, when England is at wars With any foreign nations we fear not wounds and scars; Our roaring guns shall teach ’em our valour for to know, Whilst they reel in the keel _when the stormy winds do blow_. We are no cowardly shrinkers, but Englishmen true bred; We’ll play our parts like valiant hearts, and never fly for dread; We’ll ply our business nimbly, where’er we come or go With our mates, to the Straits, _when the stormy winds do blow_. Then courage all, brave mariners, and never be dismayed; Whilst we have bold adventure[r]s we ne’er shall want a trade; Our merchants will employ us to fetch them wealth, we know; Then be bold, work for gold, _when the stormy winds do blow_. When we return in safety with wages for our pains The tapster and the vintner will help to share our gains; We’ll call for liquor roundly and pay before we go, Then we’ll roar on the shore _when the stormy winds do blow_. _THE FAMOUS FIGHT AT MALAGO; OR, THE ENGLISHMENS VICTORY OVER THE SPANIARDS:_