King Philip made him Admiral, But to destroy both Man and Boy, The Queen was then at Tilbury, 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, Let them take heed they do not speed, L The Spanish Armada IN May fifteen hundred and eighty and eight, 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, Great Medina roars out, 'Sure the devil is come On Effingham's squadron though all in a breast, Huzza, my brave boys! &c. JOHN O'KEEFE. LI Queen Elizabeth's Champion ; Being a Victory obtained by the young Earl 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, They had not sail'd past a Week on the Seas, Raderer two, &c. When he beheld our powerful Fleet, Sailing a long in their Glory and pride, These were the Words of the old Emperor, It is not a King nor Lord of a Crown, Raderer two, &c. Oh! is that Lord then come to the Seas? I have heard so much of his Father before, 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, With Cannons hot, and thundering Shot, The Emperor's Son by him was ta'en. Give me my Son the Emperor cry'd, I care not for thy three Keys of Gold, Then have I fifty good Ships of the best, And e'er my Son into England sail, They had not fought this famous Battle, Essex he got this Battle likewise, Tho' 'twas the hotest that ever was seen, And brought the Emperor's Son to the Queen. |