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THE wnraiNS OF CALES. 125
Ere that the Spaniards 35
Our coming descry'd. Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra,
The Englishman comes; Bounce a-bounce, bounce a-bounce, Off went the guns. *)
Great was the crying,
Eunning and riding, Which at that season
"Was made at that place ; '"hen beacons were fired, 45
As need was required ; To hide their great treasure,
They had little space: "Alas! " they cryed,
" English men comes." so
There you might see the ships,
How they were fired fast, And how the men drown'd
Themselves in the sea ; There you may hear them cry, 55
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, so |
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