When they had fed so freely, They kneelèd on the ground, And praisèd God devoutly For the favour they had found; And bearing up their colours, The fight they did renew, And cutting tow’rds the Spaniard, Five thousand more they slew. The sharp steel-pointed arrows And bullets thick did fly, Then did our valiant soldiers Charge on most furiously: Which made the Spaniards waver, They thought it best to flee: They feared the stout behaviour Of brave Lord Willoughby. Then quoth the Spanish general, ‘Come let us march away, I fear we shall be spoilèd all If that we longer stay: For yonder comes Lord Willoughby With courage fierce and fell, He will not give one inch of ground For all the devils in hell.’ And when the fearful enemy Was quickly put to flight, Our men pursued courageously To rout his forces quite; And at last they gave a shout Which echoed through the sky: ‘God and Saint George for England!’ The conquerors did cry. This news was brought to England With all the speed might be, And soon our gracious Queen was told Of this same victory. ‘O! this is brave Lord Willoughby My love that ever won: Of all the lords of honour ’Tis he great deeds hath done!’ To the soldiers that were maimèd, And wounded in the fray, The Queen allowed a pension Of eighteen pence a day, And from all costs and charges She quit and set them free; And this she did all for the sake Of brave Lord Willoughby. Then courage, noble Englishmen, And never be dismayed! If that we be but one to ten, We will not be afraid To fight with foreign enemies, And set our country free, And thus I end the bloody bout Of brave Lord Willoughby. _Anonymous._ X THE HONOUR OF BRISTOL Attend you, and give ear awhile, And you shall understand Of a battle fought upon the seas By a ship of brave command. The fight it was so glorious Men’s hearts it did fulfil, And it made them cry, ‘To sea, to sea, With the _Angel Gabriel_!’ This lusty ship of Bristol, Sailed out adventurously Against the foes of England, Her strength with them to try; Well victualled, rigged, and manned she was, With good provision still, Which made them cry, ‘To sea, to sea, With the _Angel Gabriel_!’ The Captain, famous Netherway (That was his noble name); The Master--he was called John Mines-- A mariner of fame: The Gunner, Thomas Watson, A man of perfect skill: With many another valiant heart In the _Angel Gabriel_. They waving up and down the seas Upon the ocean main, ‘It is not long ago,’ quoth they, ‘That England fought with Spain: O would the Spaniard we might meet Our stomachs to fulfil! We would play him fair a noble bout With our _Angel Gabriel_!’