b.
1
Our ship she was called The Golden Vanitie;
We had sailed from our port about miles fifty-three,
When up came with us a Spanish gallee,
To sink us in the Lowlands low.
2
Our master wrung his hands, but our little cabin-boy
Said, What will you give me, master, if I do them destroy?
‘Oh I will give you gold, and my daughter too, with joy,