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BBAYE LORD WILLOUGHBEY. 117
The fight they did renew, And turning tow'rds the Spaniard, A thousand more they slew.
The sharp steel-pointed arrows,
And bullets thick did fly; »
Then did our valiant soldiers
Charge on most furiously: "Which made the Spaniards waver;
They thought it best to flee ; They fear'd the stout behaviour m
Of brave Lord Willoughbey.
Then quoth the Spanish, general,
" Come, let us march away; I fear we shall be spoiled all
If here we longer stay; w
For yonder comes Lord Willoughbey,
With courage fierce and fell; He will not give one inch of way
For all the devils in hell."
And then the fearful enemy ss
Was quickly put to flight, Our men persued couragiously,
And caught their forces quite; But at [the] last they gave a shout,
Which ecchoed through the sky; ro
" God and St. George for England! "
The conquerers did cry. |
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