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At length being forced,

they thought it most fit Unto the brave Englishmen

for to submit: And so a conclusion

at last we did make, Upon such conditions

as was fit to take.

The Spanish armado

did England no harm,
'Twas but a bravado

To give us alarm ;
But with our five frigats

we did them bumbast,
And made them of Englishmen's

valour to taste.

When this noble victory

we did obtain,
Then home we returned

to England again ;
Where we were received

with welcomes of joy, Because with five frigats

we did them destroy.

London : Printed by and for W.O., and are to be sold by J. Dea[n]. NEPTUNE TO ENGLAND.

[From MS. Sloane, 1514, fol. 40.]

Of thee, great state, the god of waves
In equall wrongs, assistance craves,

defend thyselfe and mee :
For if ore seas there be no sway,
My godhead cleane is tane away,

the scepter pluckt from thee. Such as ore seas all sovereigntie oppose, Though seeming friends, to both are truly foes.

If little Venice brings alone
Such waves to her subjection,

as in the gulfe doe stirre ; What then should great Britannia please, But rule as ladie ore all seas,

and thou as queen of her. For sea-dominion may as well bee gain'd By new acquests, as by descent maintain'd.

Goe on, great state, and make it knowne,
Thou never wilt forsake thine owne,

nor from thy purpose start:
But that thou wilt thy power dilate,
Since narrow seas are found too straight

for thy capacious heart. So shall thy rule, and mine, have large extent: Yet not so large, as just and permanent.


The following song is taken from “ Wit Mirth, or Pills to Purge Melancholy," vol. iii. p. 95. The tune, set by Mr. Church,” is also given by D’Urfey. It was sung by sailors, as well as soldiers.

YE brave boys and tars,

That design for the wars,
Remember the action at Vigo;

And where Ormond commands,

Let us all joyn our hands,
And where he goes, may you go, and I go.

Let conquest and fame,

The honour proclaim,
Great Ormond has gotten at Vigo:

Let the trumpets now sound,

And the echoes around,
Where he goes, may you go, and I go.

Let the glories be sung,

Which the Ormonds have won,
Long before this great action at Vigo :

They're so loyal and just,

And so true to their trust,
That where he goes, may you go, and I go.

Old records of fame,

Of the Ormond's great name,
Their actions like these were of Vigo;

And since this prince exceeds

In his forefather's deed, Then where he goes, may you go, and I go.

'Tis the praise of our crown,

That such men of renown, Shou'd lead on the van, as at Vigo:

Where such lives and estates,

Are expos'd for our sakes, Then where he goes, may you go, and I go.

'Twas the whole nation's voice,

And we all did rejoyce,
When we heard he commanded for Vigo:

To Anna so true,

All her foes to pursue, Then where he goes, may you go, and I go.

'Tis the voice of the town,

And our zeal for the crown,
To serve Ormond to France, Spain, or Vigo:

So noble and brave,
Both to conquer


save, Then where he goes, may you go, and I go.

To the soldiers so kind,

And so humbly inclin'd,
To wave his applause gain'd at Vigo:

Yet so kind and so true,

He gave all men their due, Then where he goes, may you go, and I go.

We justly do own,

All the honour that's won,
In Flanders as well as at Vigo :

But our subject and theme,

Is of Ormond's great name,
And where he goes, may you go, and I go.

Then take off the bowl,

To that generous soul,
That commanded so bravely at Vigo :

Of our duty and love,
And where he goes, may you go, and I go.


From D'Urfey's “Wit and Mirth,” vol. i. p. 44. The music is

also given.

Hark the thund'ring cannons roar,
Echoing from the German shore,
And the joyful news comes o’er ;

The Turks are all confounded!
Lorrain comes, they run, they run,
Charge your horse thro' the grand half moon,
We'll quarter give none,

Since Starembourg is wounded.

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