The Famous FIGHT at MALAGO:
OR, THE
Englishmens Victory over the Spaniards:
Relating how Five English Frigats, viz. The Henry, Ruby, Antelope, Grey-
bound an[d] Bryan, burnt all the Spanish Ships [i]n the[ir] Harbour at Malago;
batte[r]ed down their Churches, and their Houses about their ears, kill'd
abund[e]nce of their Men, and obtained an Honourable Victory.
Where ever English Seamen goes,
They are a Terror to their Foes.
To the Tune of, Five Sail of Frigats bound for Malago, etc.
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COme all you brave Sailors
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that sails on the Main,
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I'll tell you of a Fight
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that was lately in Spain,
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And of five Sail of Frigats
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bound to Malago,
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For to fight the Proud Spaniards,
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our Orders was so:
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There was the Henry and Ruby,
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and the Antelope also,
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The Grey-hound, and the Bryan,
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for Fire-ships must go,
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But so bravely we weighed,
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and played our parts,
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That we made the Proud Spaniards
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to quake in their hearts.
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Then we came to an anchor
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so nigh to the Mould,
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Methinks you Proud English
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do grow very bold:
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But we came to an anchor
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so near to the Town,
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That some of their Churches
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we soon battered down.
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They hung out their Flag of Truce,
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for to know our Intent,
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And they sent out their Long-boat,
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to know what we meant:
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But our Captain he answered
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them bravely, it was so,
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For to burn all your Shipping,
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before we do go.
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For to burn all our Shipping,
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you must us excuse,
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'Tis not five Sail of Frigats
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shall make us to muse.
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But we burn all their Shipping,
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and their Gallies also,
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And we left in the City
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full many a Widow.
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Come then, says our Captain,
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let's fire at the Church;
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And down came their Belfrey,
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which grieved them much;
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And down came the Steeple,
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which standeth so high;
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Which made the Proud Spaniards
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to the Nunnery flye.
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So great a Confusion
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we made in the Town,
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That their lofty Buildings
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came tumbling down:
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Their Wives and their Children
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for help they did cry,
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But non could relieve them,
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though danger was nigh.
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The flames and the smoak,
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so increased their woe,
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That they knew not whither
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to run nor to go;
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Some to shun the Fire,
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leapt into the Flood,
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And there they did perish
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in Water and Mud.
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Our Guns we kept firing,
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still shooting amain,
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Whilst many a Proud Spaniard
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was on the place slain:
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The rest being amazed,
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for succour did cry,
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But all was in vain,
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they had no where to flye.
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At length being forced,
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they thought it most fit.
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Unto the brave English Men
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for to submit:
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And so a conclusion
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at last we did make,
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Upon such Conditions
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as was fit to take.
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The Spanish Armado,
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did England no harm,
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'Twas but a Bravado
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to give us alarm;
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But with our five Frigats
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we did them bumbast,
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And made them of English Mens
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Valour to taste.
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When this noble Victory
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we did obtain
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Then home we returned
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to England again;
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Where we were received,
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with Welcomes of Joy,
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Because with the Frigats
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we did them destroy.
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