ATTEND you and give ear awhile,
And you shall understand,
Of a Battle fought upon the Sea,
By a Ship of Command;

The fight it was so famous,

That all Men's Hearts do fill, And makes them cry, "To Sea With the Angel Gabriel."

The lusty ship of Bristol,

Sail'd out adventurously, Against the Foes of England,

Their strength with them to try:
Well victual'd, rig'd, and mann'd,
With good Provision still,
Which made them cry, "To Sea
With the Angel Gabriel.”

The Captain, famous Netheway,
So he was call'd by name,
The Master's name John Mines,
A man of noted Fame:
The Gunner Thomas Watson,
A Man of perfect Skill,
With other valiant Hearts
In the Angel Gabriel.

They, waiving up and down the Seas,
Upon the Ocean Main,

"It is not long ago," quoth they, "Since England fought with Spain, Would we with them might meet Our minds for to fulfil, We would play a noble Bout With our Angel Gabriel."

They had no sooner spoken,

But straight appear'd in sight, Three lusty Spanish vessels,

Of warlike Force and Might;

With bloody Resolution,

They fought our Blood to spill,
And vow'd to make a Prize
Of our Angel Gabriel.

Then first came up their Admiral,
Themselves for to advance,

In her she bore full forty-eight
Pieces of Ordnance;

The next that then came near us,
Was the Vice-Admiral,
Which shot most furiously,
At the Angel Gabriel.

Our gallant Ship had in her
Full forty fighting Men,
With twenty pieces of Ordnance,
We play'd about them then;
And with Powder, Shot, and Bullets,
We did employ them still,
And thus began the Fight
With our Angel Gabriel.

Our Captain to our Master said,
"Take courage, Master bold,"
The Master to the Seamen said,
"Stand fast, my Hearts of Gold;"
The Gunner, unto all the rest,
"Brave hearts, be valiant still,
Let us fight in the Defence
Of our Angel Gabriel."

Then we gave them a Broadside,

Which shot their Mast asunder, And tore the Bow Spret of their Ship, Which made the Spaniards wonder; And caused them to cry,

With voices loud and shrill,

"Help, help, or else we sink

By the Angel Gabriel."

Yet desperately they boarded us,

For all our valiant Shot,

Three score of their best fighting Men,

Upon our Decks were got;

And then, at their first entrance,

Full thirty did we kill;

And thus we cleared the decks

Of the Angel Gabriel.

With that, their three ships boarded us,
Again with might and main,
But still our noble Englishmen
Cry'd out, "A fig for Spain!"
Though seven times they boarded us,
At last we shew'd our skill,
And made them feel the Force

Of our Angel Gabriel.

Seven hours this Fight continued,
And many Men lay dead,
With purple Gore, and Spanish blood,
The Sea was coloured red;
Five hundred of their Men,

We there, outright, did kill,
And many more were maim'd
By the Angel Gabriel.

They, seeing of these bloody Spoils,
The rest made haste away,
For why, they saw it was no boot,

Any longer for to stay;

Then they fled into Cales,

And there they must lye still,

For they never more will dare to meet With our Angel Gabriel.

We had within our English Ship

But only three Men slain, And five men hurt, the which I hope Will soon be well again;

At Bristol we were landed,

And let us praise God still, That thus hath blest our Men, And our Angel Gabriel.

Now let me not forget to speak

Of the Gift giv'n by the Owner Of the Angel Gabriel,

That many years had known her;

Two hundred Pounds in Coin and Plate,
He gave with free good will,
Unto them that bravely fought
In the Angel Gabriel.

FROM BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS

TIME never can produce men to o'ertake
The fames of Grenville, Davies, Gilbert, Drake,
Or worthy Hawkins, or of thousands more
That by their power made the Devonian shore
Mock the proud Tagus; for whose richest spoil
The boasting Spaniard left the Indian soil
Bankrupt of store, knowing it would quit cost
By winning this, though all the rest were lost.
As oft the sea-nymphs on her strand have set,
Learning of fishermen to knit a net,
Wherein to wind up their dishevelled hairs,
They have beheld the frolic mariners
For exercise (got early from their beds)
Pitch bars of silver, and cast golden sleds.

Where Plym and Tamar with embraces meet,
Thetis weighs anchor now, and all her fleet;
Leaving that spacious Sound, within whose arms
I have those vessels seen, whose hot alarms
Have made Iberia tremble, and her towers
Prostrate themselves before our iron showers;
While their proud builders' hearts have been inclined
To shake, as our brave ensigns, with the wind.

O by heroes were we led of yore,

And by our drums that thunder'd on each shore,
Struck with amazement countries far and near;
Whilst their inhabitants, like herds of deer
By kingly lions chased, fled from our arms.
If any did oppose instructed swarms

Of men immail'd, Fate drew them on to be
A greater fame to our got victory.