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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,
If he reign King of all the land,

I will reign King at sea.
With that the gallant Rainbow shot,

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,
For Ward's ship is so strong

it never will be tane.
O everlasting, says our King,

I have lost jewels three,
Which would have gone unto the seas,

and brought proud Ward to me!

The first was Lord Clifford,

Earl of Cumberland ;
The second was Lord Mountjoy,

as you shall understand;
The third was brave Essex,

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



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
Of Dansekar the Dutchman,

Whose gallant mind hath won him great renown;

To live on land he counts it base,
But seeks to purchase greater grace

By roving on the ocean up and down.

His heart is so aspiring,
That now his chief desiring

Is for to win himself a worthy name;
The land hath far too little ground,
The sea is of a larger bound,

And of a greater dignity and fame.

Now many a worthy gallant,
Of courage now most valiant,

With him hath put their fortunes to the sea ;
All the world about have heard
Of Dansekar and English Ward,

And of their proud adventures every day.

There is not any kingdom,
In Turkey or in Christendom,

But by these pyrates have received loss;
Merchantmen of


land, Do daily in great danger stand,

And fear do much the ocean main to cross.

They make children fatherless,
Woful widows in distresse,

In shedding blood they took too much delight;
Fathers they bereave of sons,
Regarding neither cries nor moans,

So much they joy to see a bloody fight.

They count it gallant bearing,
To hear the cannons roaring,

And musket-shot to rattle in the sky;
Their glories would be at the higbest,
To fight against the foes of Crist,

And such as do our Cristian faith deny.

But their cursed villanies,
And their bloody pyracies,

Are chiefly bent against our Christian friends ;
Some Christians so delight in evils,
That they become the sons of divels,

And for the same have many shameful ends.

England suffers danger,
As well as any stranger,

Nations are alike unto this company ;
Many English merchantmen,
And of London now and then,

Have tasted of their vile extremity.

London's Elizabeth,
Of late these rovers taken have,

A ship well laden with rich merchandize;
The nimble Pearl and Charity,
All ships of gallant bravery,

Are by these pyrates made a lawful prize.

The Trojan of London,
With other ships many a one,

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,
Which was a great frequenter,

And passer of the straits to Barbary ;
Both ship and men late taken were,
By pyrates Ward and Dansekar,

And brought by them into captivity.

English Ward and Dansekar,
Begin greatly now to jar,

About dividing their goods ;
Both ships and soldiers gather head,
Dansekar from Ward is fled,

So full of pride and malice are their bloods.

Ward doth only promise
To keep about rich Tunis,

And be comander of those Turkish seas;
But valiant Dutch-land Dansekar,
Doth hover neer unto Argier,

And there his threat'ning colours now displays.

These pyrates thus divided,
By God is soon provided,

In secret sort to work each other's woe;
Such wicked courses cannot stand,
The divel thus puts in his hand,

And God will give them soon an overthrow.

Finis. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson:

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