9 ‘Take them with all my heart, loving son, Most of them are of a capital size; But should he do as his father has done, Farewel thine honour and mine likewise.’ 10 With cannons hot and thundering shot, These two gallants fought on the main, And as it was young Essex’s lot, The emperor’s son by him was taen. 11 ‘Give me my son,’ the emperor cry’d, ‘Who you this day have taken from me, And I’ll give to the[e] three keys of gold, The one shall be of High Germany.’ 12 ‘I care not for thy three keys of gold, Which thou hast profferd to set him free, But thy son he shall to England sail, And go before the queen with me.’ 13 ‘Then have I fifty good ships of the best, As good as ever were sent to the sea, And eer my son into England sail, They shall go all for good company.’ 14 They had not fought this famous battle, They had not fought it hours three, But some lost legs, and some lost arms, And some lay tumbling in the sea. 15 Essex he got this battle likewise, Tho’t was the hotest that ever was seen; Home he returnd with a wonderful prize, And brought the emperor’s son to the queen. 16 O then bespoke the prentices all, Living in London, both proper and tall, In a kind letter, sent straight to the queen, For Essex’s sake they would fight all. B Kinloch MSS, I, 113. From Mary Barr, June, 1827. 1 ‘’Tis, old England, old England, I bid thee adieu, The drums and the trumpets command me frae shore; And you lusty fellows, both valiant and true, Will you venture with me where loud cannons roar?’ 2 ‘O Billy, O Billy, talk not of the seas, But stay at home with me on the shore; I’ll do my endeavour thy fancy to please, And there’s others to go where loud cannons roar.’ 3 ‘O Nelly, O Nelly, I must to the seas, For there is no gold to be had upon shore; There’s honour, and gold, and riches likewise, To the man that doth die where loud cannons roar.’ 4 ‘Remember the winds, love, remember the waves, Remember the dangers that are upon seas; Remember there is neither coffin nor grave To the man that doth die where loud cannons roar.’ 5 ‘Remember old Benbow, and think on his blows; Remember the dangers he felt upon seas; He lost both his legs by one shot of his foes; He lost his sweet life, yet his honour’s the more.’ 6 ‘Remember proud Shawfield, that honoured knight, Who came with his navy to the Spanish shore; At the rock of Salem his life took a flight, And with him there died some hundreds more.’ 7 ‘Our queen she has builded a navy of ships, And they are arrayed all right gloriously; With top and top-gallant, with captain, lieutenant, Some fifty, some sixty, brass pieces and three.’