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124 THE WINNING OF CALES.
Dub a-dub, dub,
Thus strike the drums, w
Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra,
The Englishman comes.
To the seas presently
Went our lord admiral, With knights couragious, is
And captains full good ; The earl of Essex,
A prosperous general, With him prepared
To pass the salt flood. 20
Dub a-dub, &c.
At Plymouth speedily,
Took they ships valiantly; Braver ships never
Were seen under sail; With their fair colours spread, 25
And streamers o'er their head; Now, bragging Spaniards,
Take heed of your tail. Dub a-dub, &c.
Unto Cales cunningly,
Came we most happily, so
Where the kings navy
Did secretly ride; Being upon their backs,
Piercing their buts of sack, |
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