Great was the crying, the 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, 25 Dub a dub, &c. There you might see their ships, how they werefyred fast, And how their men drowned themselves in the sea; There mightyou hear them cry, wayle and weep piteously, When they saw no Mift to scape thence away. Dub a dub, &c. 39 The great St. Phillip, the pryde of the Spaniards, Was burnt to the bottom, and funk in the sea; But the St. Andrew, and eke the St. Matthew, Wee took in fight manfullye and brought away. 35 Dub a dub, &c. The Earl of Effex most valiant and hardye, With horsemen and footmen march'd up to the town; 'The Spanyards, which saw them, were greatly alarmed, Did fly for their favegard, and durft not come down. 40 Dub a dub, &c. Now, quoth the noble Earl, courage my soldiers all, Fight and be valiant, the spoil you shall have; And be well rewarded all from the great to the small; But looke that the women and children you save. 45 Dub a dub, &c. The The Spaniards at that fight, thinking it vain to fight, Hung upp flags of truce and yielded the towne; Dub a dub, &c. 1 Entering the houses then, of the most richest men, For gold and treasure we searched eche day; Dub a dub, &c. Full of rich merchandize, every shop catch'd our eyes, Damasks and sattens and velvets full fayre ; [swords ; Which soldiers mèafur'd out by the length of their Of all commodities eche had a share. 60 Dub a dub, &c. Thus Cales was taken, and our brave general March'd to the market-place, where he did ftand: There many prisoners fell to our several shares, Many cravd mercye, and mercye they fannd. 65 Dub a dub, &c. When our brave general saw they delayed all, And would not ranfone their towne as they said, And when the town burned all in a flaine, 70 XXIII. THE XXIII. This beautiful old ballad most probably rook its rise from one of these defcents made on the Spanish coafts in the time of queen Elizabeth ; and in all likelihood from that which is celebrated in the foregoing ballad. It was a tradition in the West of England, that the perfon admired by the Spanish lady was a gentleman of the Popham family, and thut ber picture, with the pearl necklace mentioned in the bal'ad, was not many years ago preserved at Littleca, near Hungerford, Wilts, the seat of that respectable family Another tradition hath pointed out Sir Richard Levison, of Trentham, in Staffordjhire, as the subject of this ballad who married Margaret daughter of Charles Earl of Nottingham; and was eminently distinguished as a naval offi. cer and commander in all the expeditions against the Spariards in the latter end of 2. Elizabeth's reign, particu• larly in that to Cadiz in 1596, when he was aged 27. He died in 1605, and has a monument, with his effigy in brass, in Wolverhampton church. It is printed from an ancient black-letter сору, , corrected is part by the Editor's folio MS. W ILL you hear a Spanish lady, How she wooed an English man? Decked with jewels me had on. AS As his prisoner there he kept her, In his hands her life did lye ; By the liking of an eye. io But at last there came commandment For to set the ladies free, None to do them injury. Gallant captain, shew fome pity To a ladye in distresse; For to dye in heavinesse : “ How should'st thou, fair lady, love me, Whom thou knowst thy country's foe? Serpents lie where flowers grow." Blessed Blessed be the time and season, That you came on Spanish ground; If our foes you may be termed, Gentle foes we have you found : With our city, you have won our hearts eche one, 35 Then to your country bear away, that is your owne. « Rest you fill, most gallant lady; Rest you fill, and weep no more ; 40 Spaniards fraught with jealousy we often find, But Englishmen through all the world are counted kind. 45 Leave me not unto a Spaniard, You alone enjoy my heart; desert: “ It wold be a shame, fair lady, For to bear a woinan hence; Any such without offence.” " I have |