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Of the Spanish Armada
KING PHILIP had vaunted his claims; | |
| He had sworn for a year he would sack us; | |
| With an army of heathenish names | |
| He was coming to fagot and stack us; | |
| Like the thieves of the sea he would track us, | 5 |
| And shatter our ships on the main; | |
| But we had bold Neptune to back us,— | |
| And where are the galleons of Spain? | |
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| His carackes were christen’d of dames | |
| To the kirtles whereof he would tack us; | 10 |
| With his saints and his gilded stern-frames, | |
| He had thought like an egg-shell to crack us: | |
| Now Howard may get to his Flaccus, | |
| And Drake to his Devon again, | |
| And Hawkins bowl rubbers to Bacchus,— | 15 |
| For where are the galleons of Spain? | |
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| Let his Majesty hang to St. James | |
| The axe that he whetted to hack us; | |
| He must play at some lustier games | |
| Or at sea he can hope to out-thwack us; | 20 |
| To his mines of Peru he would pack us | |
| To tug at his bullet and chain; | |
| Alas that his Greatness should lack us!— | |
| But where are the galleons of Spain? | |
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Envoy GLORIANA!—the Don may attack us | 25 |
| Whenever his stomach be fain; | |
| He must reach us before he can rack us,… | |
| And where are the galleons of Spain? | |
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