There you might see the ships,
How they were firèd 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,60
Was burnt to the bottom,
And sunk in the sea;
But the Saint Andrew,
And eke the Saint Matthew,
We took in fight manfully,65
And brought them away.
Dub a-dub, &c.
The earl of Essex,
Most valiant and hardy,
With horsemen and footmen
March'd towards the town;70
The enemies which saw them,
Full greatly affrighted,
Did fly for their safeguard,
And durst not come down.
Dub a-dub, &c.
"Now," quoth the noble earl,75
"Courage, my soldiers all!
Fight, and be valiant,
And spoil you shall have;
And well rewarded all,
From the great to the small;80
But look that the women
And children you save."
Dub a-dub, &c.
The Spaniards at that sight,
Saw 'twas in vain to fight,
Hung up their flags of truce,85
Yielding the town;
We march'd in presently,
Decking the walls on high
With our English colours,
Which purchas'd renown.90
Dub a-dub, &c.
Ent'ring the houses then,
And of the richest men,
For gold and treasure
We searchèd each day;
In some places we did find95
Pye baking in the oven,
Meat at the fire roasting,
And men run away.
Dub a-dub, &c.
Full of rich merchandise,
Every shop we did see,100
Damask and sattins
And velvet full fair;
Which soldiers measure out
By the length of their swords;
Of all commodities,105
Each one hath share.
Dub a-dub, &c.
Thus Cales was taken,
And our brave general