King Philip made him Admiral,
And bad him not to stay a;

But to destroy both Man and Boy,
And so to come away a.

The Queen was then at Tilbury,
What could we more desire a;
Sir Francis Drake, for Her sweet sake,
Did set 'em all on Fire a.

Away they ran by Sea and Land,

So that One Man slew Three-score a; And had not they run all away,

O my Soul, we had killed more a.

Then let them neither brag nor boast,
For if they come again a,

Let them take heed they do not speed,
As they did they knew when a.

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The Spanish Armada

IN May fifteen hundred and eighty and eight,
Cries Philip, the English I'll humble;

I've taken it into my Majesty's pate,

And their lion, oh! down he shall tumble. They lords of the sea!-then his sceptre he shook,— I'll prove it an arrant bravado.

By Neptune! I'll sweep 'em all into a nook,

With th' invincible Spanish Armada!

This fleet then sail'd out, and the winds they did blow,

Their guns made a terrible clatter;

Our noble Queen Bess, 'cause she wanted to know, Quill'd her ruff and cried, "Pray what's the matter?'

"They say, my good Queen,' replied Howard so

stout,

"The Spaniard has drawn his toledo;

Cock sure that he'll thump us, and kick us about, With th' invincible Spanish Armada.'

The Lord Mayor of London, a very wise man,
What to do in this case vastly wonder'd;
Says the Queen, 'Send in fifty good ships if you can.'
Says my Lord, 'Ma'am, I'll send in a hundred.'
Our fire-ships they soon struck their cannons all dumb,
For the Dons run to ave and credo.

Great Medina roars out, 'Sure the devil is come
For th' invincible Spanish Armada.'

On Effingham's squadron though all in a breast,
Like open-mouth curs, they came bowling;
His sugar-plums finding they could not digest,
Away home they ran yelping and howling.
Whene'er Britain's foes shall, with envy agog,
In our Channel make such a bravado-
Huzza, my brave boys! we're still able to flog
An invincible Spanish Armada!

Huzza, my brave boys! &c.

JOHN O'KEEFE.

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Queen Elizabeth's Champion ;
or Great Britain's Glory

Being a Victory obtained by the young Earl
of Essex over the old Emperor of Germany,
by a Fight at Sea, in which he took
the Emperor's Son, and brought
him a Prisoner to Queen
Elizabeth

COME Sound up your Trumpets and beat up your Drums,

And let's go to Sea with a valiant good Cheer, In search of a mighty vast Navy of Ships,

The like has not been for these fifty long Years. Raderer two, tandaro te,

Raderer tandorer, ran do re.

The Queen she provided a Navy of Ships,
With sweet flying Streamers so glorious to see,
Rich Top and Top-Gallants, Captains and Lieutenants,
Some forty, some fifty Brass-Pieces and three.
Raderer two, &c.

They had not sail'd past a Week on the Seas,
Not passing a Week and Days two or three,
But they were aware of the proud Emperor,
Both him and all his proud Company.

Raderer two, &c.

When he beheld our powerful Fleet,

Sailing a long in their Glory and pride,
He was amaz'd at their Valour and Fame,
Then to his warlike Commands he cry'd.
Raderer two, &c.

These were the Words of the old Emperor,
Pray who is this that is sailing to me,
If he be King that weareth a Crown,
Yet I am a better Man than he.
Raderer two, &c.

It is not a King nor Lord of a Crown,
Which now to the Seas with his Navy is come,
But the young Earl of Essex, the Queen's Lieutenant,
Who fears no Foes in Christendom.

Raderer two, &c.

Oh! is that Lord then come to the Seas?
Let us tack about, and be steering away,

I have heard so much of his Father before,
That I will not fight with young Essex To day.
Raderer two, &c.

Oh! then bespoke the Emperor's Son,

As they were tacking and steering away, Give me, Royal Father, this Navy of Sh)ips, And I will go fight with Essex To day.

Raderer two, &c.

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.
Raderer two, &c.

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 ta'en.
Raderer two, &c.

Give me my Son the Emperor cry'd,
Who you this Day have taken from me,
And I'll give to (you) the three Keys of Gold,
The one shall be of High Germany.
Raderer two, &c.

I care not for thy three Keys of Gold,
Which thou hast proffer'd to set him free,
But thy Son he shall to England sail,
And go before the Queen with me.
Raderer two, &c.

Then have I fifty good Ships of the best,
As good as ever were sent to the Sea,

And e'er my Son into England sail,
They shall go all for good Company.
Raderer two, &c.

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.
Raderer two, &c.

Essex he got this Battle likewise,

Tho' 'twas the hotest that ever was seen,
Home he return'd with a wonderful Prize,

And brought the Emperor's Son to the Queen.
Raderer two, &c.