‘I’le tell thee what,’ says Rainbow, ‘our king is in great grief
That thou shouldst lye upon the sea and play the arrant thief,
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‘And will not let our merchants ships pass as they did before;
Such tydings to our king is come, which grieves his heart full sore.’
With that this gallant Rainbow she shot, out of her pride,
Full fifty gallant brass pieces, charged on every side.
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And yet these gallant shooters prevailed not a pin,
Though they were brass on the out-side, brave Ward was steel within;