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The sharp steel-pointed arrows,

And bullets thick did fly; Then did our valiant, foldiers

Charge on most furiously; Which made the Spaniards waver,

They thought it best to flee, They fear'd the stout behaviour

Of brave lord Willoughbey.

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Then quoth the Spanish general,

Come let us march away,
I fear we shall be spoiled all

If here we longer stay;
For yonder comes lord Willoughbey

With courage fierce and fell,
He will not give one inch of way

For all the devils in hell,

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And then the fearful enemy

Was quickly put to flight, Our men persued couragiously,

And caught their forces quite; But at last they gave a shout,

Which ecchoed through the sky, God, and St. George for England!

The conquerers did cry.

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This news was brought to England

With all the speed might be,
And soon our gracious queen was told
Of this same victory.
this is brave lord Willoughbey,

My love that ever won,
Of all the lords of honour

'Tis he great deeds hath done.

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To the souldiers that were maimed,

And wounded in the fray,
The queen allowed a pension

Of fifteen 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 Willoughbèy.

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Then courage, noble Englilhmen,

And never be dismaid;
If that we be but one to ten,

We will not be afraid
To fight with foraign enemies,

And set our nation free.
And thus I end the bloody bout

Of brave lord Willoughbèy.

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XXI, VIC

XXI.
VICTORIOUS MEN OF EARTH.

This little moral fonnet hath such a pointed application to the heroes of the foregoing and following ballads, that I cannot help placing it here, thothe date of its composition is of a much later period. It is extracted from "Cupid and " Death, a masque by 7. S. [James Shirley] presented “ Mar. 26, 1653. London printed 1653,” 4to.

Victor

Ictorious men of earth, no more

Proclaim how wide your empires are ;
Though you binde in every shore,
And your triumphs reach as far

As night or day;
Yet you proud monarchs must obey,
And mingle with forgotten ashes, when
Death calls yee to the croud of common men.

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Devouring famine, plague, and war,
Each able to undo mankind,

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Death's fervile emissaries are :
Nor to these alone confin’d,

He hath at will More quaint and subtle wayes to kill; A smile or kiss, as he will use the art,

15 Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart,

XXII. THE

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XXII.

THE

WINNING OF CALES.

The fubje&t of this ballad is the taking of the city of Cadiz, (called by our sailors corruptly Cales) on June 21, 1596, in a descent made on the coast of Spain, under the command of the Lord Howard admiral, and the earl of Esex general.

The valour of Efex was not more diftinguished on this occafon than his generosity: the town was carried sword in hand, but he ftopt the slaughter as soon as possible, and treated his prisoners with the

greatest humanity, and even affability and kindness. The English made a rich plunder in the city, , but missed of a much richer, by the resolution which the Duke of Medina the Spanish admiral took, of setting fire 10 the Mips, in order to prevent their falling into the hands of the enemy. It was computed, that the loss which the Spaniards sustained

from this enterprize, amounted to twenty millions of ducats. See Hume : Hift.

The Earl of Elex knighted on this occasion not fewer than fixty per/ons, which gave rise to the following farcafm:

A gentleman of Wales, a knight of Cales,

And a laird of the North country;
But a yeoman of Kent with bis yearly rent

Will buy them out all three.

The ballad is printed, with fome corrections, from the Editor's folio MS. and seems to have been composed by some

perfon,

perfon, who was concerned in the expedition. Most of the circumstances related in it will be found supported by history.

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ONG the proud Spaniards had vaunted to con

quer us,
Threatning our country with fyer and sword;
Often preparing their navy moft sumptuous
With as great plenty as Spain could afford.

Dub a dub, dub a dub, thus trike their drums; 5
Tantara, tantara, the Englishman comes.

To the seas presentlye went our lord admiral,

With knights couragious and captains full good ; The brave Earl of Effex, a prosperous general, With him prepared to pass the falt food.

Dub a dub, &c.

At Plymouth speedilye, took they ship valiantlye,

Braver ships never were seen under fayle, With their fair colours spread, and streamers ore their

head, Now bragging Spaniards, take heed of your tayle, 15

Dub a dub, &c.

Unto Cales cunninglye, came we most speedilye,

Where the kinges navy securelye did ryde ; Being upon their backs, piercing their butts of sacks, Ere any Spaniards our coming descryde.

20 Dub a dub, &c.

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