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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20121	A ioyful nevv ballad, declaring the happie obtaining of the great galleazo, wherein Don Pietro de Valdez was the chiefe through the mightie power and prouidence of God, being a speciall token of his gracious and fatherly goodnes towards vs, to the great encouragement of all those that willingly fight in the defence of his gospel and our good Queene of England. To the tune of mounseurs Almaigne.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1588 (1588)	STC 6557; ESTC S112605	2,164	1

A ioyful nevv Ballad declaring the happie obtaining of the great Galleazzo Wherein Don Pietro de Valdez Was the chiese through the mightie power and prouidence of God being a speciall token of his gracious and fatherly goodnes towards vs to the great encouragement of all those that willingly fight in the defence of his gospel and our good Queene of England To the Tune of Mounseurs Almaigne O Noble England fall downe vpon thy knee And praise thy God with thankfull hart which still maintaineth thee The forraine forces that séekes thy vtter spoile Shall then through his especiall grace be brought to shamefull foile With mightie power they come vnto our coast To ouer runne our countrie quite they make their brags and boast In strength of men they set their onely stay But we vpon the Lord our God will put our trust alway Great is their number of ships vpon the sea And their prouision wonderfull but Lord thou art our stay Their armed souldiers are many by account Their aiders eke in this attempt doe sundrie waies surmount The Pope of Rome with many blessed graines To sanctify their bad pretense bestowed both cost and paines But little land be not dismaide at all The Lord no doubt is on our side which soone will worke their fall In happie houre our foes we did discry And vnder saile with gallant winde as they cam passing by Which suddaine tidings to Plymmouth being brought Full soone our Lord high Admirall for to pursue them sought And to his traine coragiously he saide Now for the Lord and our good Quéene to fight be not afraide Regard our cause and play your partes like men The Lord no doubt will prosper vs in all our actions then This great Galleazzo which was so huge and hye That like a bulwarke on the sea did seeme to each mans eye There was it taken vnto our great reliefe And diuers Nobles in which traine Don Pietro was the chiefe Stronge was she sluft with Cannons great and small And other instruments of warre which we obtained all A certaine signe of good successe we trust That God will ouerthrow the rest as he hath done the first Then did our Nauie pursue the rest amaine With roaring noise of Cannons great till they neere Callice came With manly courage they followed them so fast Another mightie Gallion did seeme to yeeld at last And in distresse for saueg●●d of their liues A flag of truce they did hang out with many mournfull cries Which when our men did perfectly espie Some litle Barkes they sent to her to board her quietly But these false Spaniards estéeming them but weake When they within their danger came their malice forth did breake With charged Cannons they laide about them then For to destroy those proper Barkes and all their valiant men Which when our men perceiued so to be Like Lions fierce they forward went to quite this iniurie And bourding them with strong and mightie hand They kild the men vntill their Arke did sinke in Callice sand The chiefest Captaine of this Gallion so hie Don Hugo de Moncaldo he within this fight did die Who was the Generall of all the Gallions great But through his braines w t pouders force a Bullet strong did beat And manie more by sword did loose their breath And manie more within the sea did swimme and tooke their death There might you sée the salt and feming flood Died and staind like scarlet red with store of Spanish blood This mightie vessell was threescore yards in length Most wonderfull to each mans eie for making and for strength In her was placed an hundreth Cannons great And mightily prouided eke with bread-corne wine and meat There was of Oates two hundreth I weene Threescore foote and twelue in length well measured to be seene And yet subdued with manie others more And not a Ship of ours lost the Lord be thankt therefore Our pleasant countrie so fruitfull and so faire They doe intend by deadly warre to make both poore and bare Our townes and cities to racke and sacke likewise To kill and murder man and wife as malice doth arise And to deflower our virgins in our sight And in the cradle cruelly the tender babe to smite Gods holy truth they meane for to cast downe And to depriue our noble Queene both of her life and crowne Our wealth and riches which we enioyed long They doe appoint their pray and spoile by crueltie and wrong To set our houses a fier on our heades And cursedly to cut our throates as we lye in our beds Our childrens braines to dash against the ground And from the earth our memorie for euer to confound To charge our ioy to griefe and mourning sad And neuer more to sée the dayes of pleasure we haue had But God almightie be blessed euermore Who doth encourage Englishmen to beate them from our shoare With roaring Cannons their hastie steps to stay And with the force of thundering shot to make them flye away Who ma●e account before this time or day Against the walles of faire London their banners to display But their intent the Lord will bring to nought If faithfully we call and cry for succour as we ought And you deare bretheren which beareth Armes this day For safegarde of your natiue soile marke well what I shall say Regarde your dueties thinke on your countries good And feare not in defense thereof to spend your dearest bloud Our gracious Queene doth greete you euery one And saith she will among you be in euery bitter storme Desiring you true English harts to beare To God and her and to the land wherein you nursed were Lord God almightie which hath the harts in hand Of euerie person to dispose defend this English land Blesse thou our Soueraigne with long and happie life Indue her Councel with thy grace and end this mortall strife Giue to the rest of Commons more and lesse Louing harts obedient minds and perfect faithfulnesse That they and we and all with one accord On Sion hill may sing the praise of our most mightie Lord. FINIS T. D. LONDON Printed by Iohn Wolfe for Edwarde White 1588.