The English-mans Valour.
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The Hamshire-Friggets-fight with six Spanish-Ships
in Cales-Road.
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The Seamans Praise; the Souldiers advance,
That tells to Jack Spaniard how Drake made him dance;
And how Captain Terell did make them to fly,
That seekd for to rob him or cause him to dye.
To the Tune of, Let no brave Souldier be dismaid.
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GOD prosper long our Noble King,
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and every one that wish him well.
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Let Seamen say, and Souldiers sing
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the story now I have to tell.
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In July, on the 11th, day,
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as those that sawt, report doth tell,
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Sir Pickaroons of Spain I say,
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an English ship began to swell.
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This ship is calld the Hampshire bold,
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and in her few but Warlike men
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That scornd by Spaniards to be sold
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or any other to conquer them.
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Near to the Coast of Lisburn-Rock,
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where coming homewards was our men:
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Those Pickaroons about them flock,
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and said now they were sure of them.
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But God that stills above the Divell,
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and worketh for his People good,
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He saved our Ship from all their evill,
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without the loss of manys blood.
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And that for all six hours we fought
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and bangd their sides couragiously:
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Though six to one we feared nought,
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and in the end made them to fly.
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This fight the bullets they did fly,
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the noise thereof like thunder fierce,
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As that twould tear the very sky,
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and mighty mountains that would pierce
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Yet was our hearts both strong and stout,
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that we to them would never yield,
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Shall not be said we had the Rout
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upon the Sea, or in the Field.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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SIx men was all we lost in fight,
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our Captain wounded very sore
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For all they were so many of might,
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that of them we flew many a score.
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And for the rest that are behind,
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if ever it doth ly in our lot,
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Wel shew them so much of our mind,
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that shall not quickly be forgot.
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The 10th of August Thursday being,
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to visit them that in this ship
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Came Charles our Royall King,
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to welcome them home from the deep.
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And for to see brave Captain Terell
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and joyd that he came home alive,
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And hopes to see him very well.
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in Whitehall-Court both stout and blithe.
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Then did they shoot of their great Guns
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in honour of our Noble King,
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The news throughout the City runs,
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Which makes all hearts rejoyce and sing.
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Let all true hearts rejoyce and sing
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that all our hearts are joned in one,
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To serve Charles our Royall King
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in City Country and in Town.
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Now fear we not the Turk nor Pope,
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nor France, nor Spain nor Italy,
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If they begin, they have no hope
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but we at length will make them fly.
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Experience tells them formerly,
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how we their boans have bangd about,
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And in the end have made them fly,
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though twas so many, they had the Rout.
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God blesse us all and to serve him
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in true Religion still to be;
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And God blesse Charles our Royall King,
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with all their Royall Progeny.
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