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With that this gallant Rainbow
she shot out of her pride, Full fifty gallant brass pieces,
charged on every side.
And yet these gallant shooters
prevailed not a pin; Though they were brass on the outside,
brave Ward was steel within : Shoot on, shoot on, says Captain Ward,
your sport well pleaseth me, And he that first gives over
shall yield unto the sea.
I never wrong'd an English ship,
but Turk and King of Spain, And the jovial Dutchman,
as I met on the main. If I had known your King
but one two years before, I would have sav'd brave Essex life,
whose death did grieve me sore.
Go tell the King of England,
go tell him thus fron me,
I will reign King at sea.
and shot, and shot in vain, And left the rover's company,
and return'd home again.
Our royal King of England,
your ship's return'd again,
it never will be tane.
I have lost jewels three,
and brought proud Ward to me!
The first was Lord Clifford,
Earl of Cumberland ;
as you shall understand;
from field would never flee, Which would a gone unto the seas, and brought proud Ward to me.
Licensed and entered. London : Printed by and for W. Onley, and are to be Sold by the
THE SONG OF DANSEKAR THE DUTCHMAN.
From an old black-letter copy, preserved in Anthony à Wood's Collection, at Oxford, No. 401. Another copy is in the Pepysian, at Cambridge; and another, in vol. 402, of Wood's Collection, which is “printed for F. Coles, J. Wright, T. Vere, and W.Gilbertson.” It was sung to the tune of “ The king's going to Bulloign.”
Sing we seamen now and than
Whose gallant mind hath won him great renown;
To live on land he counts it base,
By roving on the ocean up and down.
His heart is so aspiring,
Is for to win himself a worthy name;
And of a greater dignity and fame.
Now many a worthy gallant,
With him hath put their fortunes to the sea ;
And of their proud adventures every day.
There is not any kingdom,
But by these pyrates have received loss;
land, Do daily in great danger stand,
And fear do much the ocean main to cross.
They make children fatherless,
In shedding blood they took too much delight;
So much they joy to see a bloody fight.
They count it gallant bearing,
And musket-shot to rattle in the sky;
And such as do our Cristian faith deny.
But their cursed villanies,
Are chiefly bent against our Christian friends ;
And for the same have many shameful ends.
England suffers danger,
Nations are alike unto this company ;
Have tasted of their vile extremity.
A ship well laden with rich merchandize;
Are by these pyrates made a lawful prize.
The Trojan of London,
Hath stooped sail, and yielded out of hand,
These pyrates that they have shed their bloods, And the Turks have bought their goods,
Being all too weak their power to withstand.
Of Hull the Bonaventer,
And passer of the straits to Barbary ;
And brought by them into captivity.
English Ward and Dansekar,
About dividing their goods ;
So full of pride and malice are their bloods.
Ward doth only promise
And be comander of those Turkish seas;
And there his threat'ning colours now displays.
These pyrates thus divided,
In secret sort to work each other's woe;
And God will give them soon an overthrow.
Finis. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson: