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The Winning of Cales

Long the proud Spaniard
aduanced to conquer vs,
Threatning our Country
with fire and sword,
Often preparing
their Nauy most sumptuous,
With all the prouision
that Spain could afford,
Dub, a dub, dub,
thus strikes their Drummes,
Tan ta ra ra, tan ta ra ra,
English men comes.
To the Seas presently,
went our Lord admirall,
With Knights couragious,
and Captains full good,
The Earl of Essex,
a prosperous Generall,
With him prepared,
to passe the salt flood:
Dub a dub, &c.
At Plimouth speedily,
take they ships valliantly:
Brauer ships neuer
were seen vnder sails:
With their fair coulers spred,
and streamers ore their head:
Now bragging Spaniards
take heed of your taile:
I)ub a dub, dub, &c.
Vnto Cales cunningly
came we most happily
Where the Kings Nauie
securely did ride,
Being vpon their backs,
peircing their Buts of Sacks,
Ere that the Spaniard
our comming descrid
Tan ta ra ra ra, English-men comes
bounce abounce, bounce abounce
Off went our Guns.
Great was the crying,
running and riding,
Which at that season
was made in that place;
Then Beacons were fired,
as need then required:
To hide their great treasure,
they had little space:
Alas they cryed,
English men comes.
There might you see the Ships,
how they were fired fast:
And how the men drowned
themselues in the Sea,
There might you hear them cry,
wail and weep piteously:
When as they saw no shift
to escape thence away,
Dub a dub, &c.
The great Saint Philip The pride of the Spaniards,
Was burnt to the bottom
and sunk in the sea,
But the Saint Andrew,
and eke the Saint Matthew,
We took in fight manly,
and brought them away.
Dub a dub, &c.
The Earl of Essex,
Most valiant and hardy,
With horsemen and footmen,
marcht towards the Town.
The enemies which saw them,
full greatly affrighted,
Did fly for their safegard,
and durst not come down.
Dub a dub, &c.
Now quoth the noble Earl,
courage my Soldiers all,
Fight and be valiant,
and spoyl you shall haue,
And well rewarded all,
from the great to the small:
But look that Women
and Children you saue,
Dub a dub, &c.
The Spaniard at that sight,
saw ’twas in vain to fight:
Hung vp their flags of truce,
yeelding the Town:
We marcht in presently,
decking the walls on hie,
With our English coulors,
which purchast renown:
Dub a dub, &c.
Entring the houses then
of the richest men,
For Gold and Treasure
we searched each day:
In some places we did finde
pies baking in the Ouens,
Meat at the fire roasting,
and men ran away.
Dub a dub, &c.
Full of rich marchandize
euery shop we did see,
Damask and Sattins
and veluet full faire:
Which souldiers measured out
by the length of their swords
Of all commodities,
each one had share.
Dub a dub, &c.
Thus Cales was taken,
and our braue Generall
Marcht to the Market place,
there he did stand:
There many prisoners
of good account were tooke:
Many crau’d mercy,
and mercy they found.
Dub a dub, &c.
When our braue Generall
saw they delayed time,
And would not ransom
the Towne as they said:
With their faire Wainscots,
their Presses and Bedsteds,
Their Ioynt-stooles and Tables,
a fire we made:
And when the town burnt in a flame,
With tan ta ra, tan ta ra ra,
From thence we came.

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The Winning of Cales - THOMAS DELONEY