SEA-FIGHT AT MALAGO. COME all ye brave sailors That sail on the main, I'll tell you of a fight That was lately in Spain, And of five sail of frigates Bound to Malago For to fight the proud Spaniards, Our orders were so. There was the Henry and Ruby, The Greyhound, and the Bryan, But so bravely we weighed, And played our parts, That we made the proud Spaniards To quake in their hearts. When we came to an anchor, But we came to an anchor, So near to the town We soon batter'd down. They hung out their flag of truce, And they sent out their long-boats "For to burn all our shipping, You must us excuse, But we burnt all their shipping, "Come, then," says our Captain, Which grieved them much; And down came the steeple, Which standeth so high, Which made the proud Spaniards To the nunnery to fly. So great a confusion We made in the town, Came tumbling down; Their wives and their children For help they did cry, But none could relieve them Though danger was nigh. The flames and the smoke Some to shun fire Leapt into the flood, And there they did perish Our guns we kept firing, Still shooting amain; Whilst many a proud Spaniard Was on the place slain ; The rest being amazed But all was in vain, They had no where to fly. At length being forced, They thought it most fit, Unto the brave Englishmen For to submit: And so a conclusion At last we did make, Upon such conditions The Spanish Armada, To give us alarm; But with our five frigates We did them bumbast And made them of Englishinen's Valour to taste. When this noble victory We did obtain, Then home we returned Where we were received Because with five frigates We did them destroy. ROXBURGHE BALLADS. SIR RICHARD GRENVILLE'S LAST SEA-FIGHT. THE war of battle thundered Along the darkened seas, The clouds of smoke stirred slowly All night upon the waters The thunders had not ceased. O! few were English sailors, The guardians of her fame, And faint with weary combat, With wounds from shot and flame. Grimly they grasped their weapons For motionless the captain Lay stricken down below, Though fast their strength was ebbing, The foe came on again. "Ware boarders!" at that summons New life thrilled fierce along The sailors' veins, and passion Made wearied spirits strong: |