Great Britain -- History, Naval -- Poetry; Sea songs -- Great Britain
To the seas presently went our Lord Admirall,
With knights couragyous, and captaines full good;
The Earl of Essex, a prosperous Generall,
With him prepared to passe the salt floode.
_Dub-a-dub, etc._
At Plymouth speedily took they shipp valiantly,
Braver shippes never were seen under sayle;
With their fayre colours spread, and streamers o’re their head
Now, bragging Spanyards, take heed of your tayle.
_Dub-a-dub, etc._
Unto Cales, cunningly, came we most speedylye,
Where the King’s navy did secretelye ride,
Being upon their backe, piercing their butts of Sacke,
Ere that the Spanyards our coming descry’d.
_Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra, the Englishmen comes;
Bounce-a-bounce, bounce-a-bounce, off went the guns._
Great was the crying, running and ryding,
Which at that season was made in that place;
The Beacons were fyred, as need then required,
To hyde their great treasure they had little space.
_‘Alas!’ they cryed, ‘Englishmen comes,’ etc._
There you might see the shipps, how they were fired fast,
And how the men drowned them selves in the sea:
There you may hear them cry, wail and weep piteously,
When as they saw no shift to escape thence away.
_Dub-a-dub, etc._
The great _Saint Philip_, the pryde of the Spanyards,
Was burnt to the bottom, and sunke in the sea;
But the _Saint Andrew_, and eke the _Saint Matthew_
We took in fight manfully, and brought them away.
_Dub-a-dub, etc._
The Earl of Essex, most valyant and hardy,
With horse-men and foot-men march’d towards the towne
The enemies which saw them, full greatly affrighted,
Did fly for their safe-guard, and durst not come downe.
_Dub-a-dub, etc._
‘Now,’ quoth the noble Earl, ‘courage, my soldiers all!
Fight and be valiant, the spoyl you shall have;
And [be] well rewarded all, from the great to the small;
But looke that the women and children you save!’
_Dub-a-dub, etc._
The Spaniards, at that sight, saw ’twas in vain to fight,
Hung up their flags of truce, yielding the town;
We march’d in presently, decking the walls on high
With our English colours, which purchas’d renown.
_Dub-a-dub, etc._
Ent’ring the houses then, and of the richest men,
For gold and treasure we searched each day;
In some places we did find pye baking in the oven,
Meat at the fire roasting, and folkes fled away.
_Dub-a-dub, etc._
Full of rich merchandize every shop we did see,
Damasks, and sattins, and velvets full fair;
Which soldiers measure out by the length of their swords,
Of all commodities each one hath a share.
_Dub-a-dub, etc._
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