With broad-sides of bullets and shot that was bar’d We quickly disabled De Wit’s top-mast yard, And fourscore men they had wounded and slain, Which made them to fret, but it was but in vain. ‘We’l bear in upon ... [_line and a half missing_]; We’l show them such valour as never was shown; I’le take their ship prize, or I’le venture my own.’ Then quickly they grappled, and then the dispute Was desperate and bloody, whilst cannons were mute, For half an hour’s space the hot service was such Our men remain’d victors and conquered the Dutch; And then they submitted themselves to be prize, Which all the brisk Spaniards beheld with their eyes, And our English valour did highly commend, Since Harman had forc’d the proud Dutch for to bend. The prize was so shattered and torn in the fray They scarcely could get her safe into the bay; For to Harman’s honour De Wit must confess He nere was so thumped before, I do guess. ’Twill teach him hereafter more humble to be, To yield to his betters in every degree; By woeful experience he now can relate, What ’tis to sell honour at so dear a rate. Of Dutchmen one hundred and forty was slain, And eighty-six wounded, which languish in pain; Of all our brave English we lost but just nine, And therefore we have no great cause to repine, Besides fifteen wounded, the truth for to tell; All which through God’s mercy we hope will do well. Such blessings the Lord has for England in store We lost not much more then a man to a score. Brave Harman, who fought where the battel was hot, Was struck through the cheek with a chance musket shot, But yet there is hopes he’l recover again And live for to win more renown on the main; However his valour is highly extol’d, ’Mongst our English worthies he shall be enrol’d, Who fought for true honour, glad tydings to bring, How well he had serv’d both his countrey and King. Then cheer up, brave seamen and Englishmen bold You here, by this story, which here I have told, No sea-men nor souldiers can with us compare; Although they have odds yet to fight them we dare. Throughout the whole world a terrour shall prove If we can continue in union and love: And thus you may see by these lines I have writ, How stout Captain Harman did conquer De Wit. _CAPTAIN MANSFIELD’S FIGHT WITH THE TURKES AT SEA._ Our goodly ship was loaded deep, with anchors three beneath her bow; ’Twas east-north-east we steer’d our course, and as near the wind as we could stow. We had not sailed glasses three, nor yet ten leagues from our loading port, Before we spyed ten Turkish men-of-war, and after us they did resort.