When as our brave generall saw they delayed time,
And would not ransom their town, as they said,
With their faire wainscots, their presses and bedsteads,
Their joint-stooles and tables, a fyre we made;

And when the town burned all in a flame,

With tan-ta-ra, tan-ta-ra rara, from thence we came.
(BY THOMAS DELONEY.)

THE SAILOR'S ONELY DELIGHT:

Shewing the brave fight between George-Aloe, the Sweep-stakes and certain Frenchmen at Sea.

The George-Aloe and the Sweep-stake too,
With hey, with hoe, for and a nony no;

O they were merchant-men and bound for Safee,
And alongst the coast of Barbary.

The George-Aloe to anchor came,

But the jolly Sweepstake kept on her way.

They had not sayled leagues two or three,

But they met with a Frenchman of war upon the sea.

'All haile, all haile, you lusty gallants,

Of whence is your fair ship, or whither are you bound?'

'We are Englishmen and bound for Safee,

Of whence is your fair ship, or whither are you bound?'

'Amaine, amaine, you gallant Englishman,'

'Come, you French swads, and strike down your sayle.'

They laid us aboord on the star-boord side,
And they overthrew us into the sea so wide.

When tidings to the George-Aloe came,

That the jolly Sweep-stake by a Frenchman was tane.

To top! to top, thou little ship-boy !

And see if this Frenchman of war thou canst descry.'

'A sayle, a sayle, under our lee,

Yea, and another under her obey.'

'Weigh anchor! weigh anchor, O jolly boat-swain, We wil take this Frenchman if we can.'

We had not sayled leagues two or three,

But we met the Frenchman of war upon the sea,

'All haile, all haile, you lusty gallants,

Of whence is your faire ship and whither are you bound?'

'O, wee are merchant-men and bound for Safee.'

'I, and wee are French-men, and war upon the sea.

Amaine, amaine, you English dogges!'

'Come aboard, you French rogue, and strike down your sailes.'

The first good shot the George-Aloe (made),

He made the French-men's hearts sore afraid.

The second shot the George-Aloe did afford,
He struck their mainmast over the board.

'Have mercy, have mercy, you brave Englishmen,'
'O what have you done with our brethren,
As they sayled in Barbarie?'

'Wee laid them aboard on the starboard side, And we threw them into the sea so wide.'

'Such mercy as you have shewed unto them, Then the like mercy shall you have againe.

Wee laid them aboard on the larboard side
And we threw them into the sea so wide.

Lord! how it grieves our hearts full sore,
To see the drowned French-men swim along the shore.

Now, gallant sea-men all, adieu,

With hey, with hoe, for and a nony no ;

This is the latest newes that I can write to you,

To England's coast from Barbarie.

THE SEAMAN'S SONG OF CAPTAIN WARD, THE FAMOUS PYRATE OF THE WORLD, AND AN ENGLISH-MAN BORN.

Tune, The King's going to Bulloign.

Gallants, you must understand,
Captain Ward of England,
A pyrate and a rover on the sea,
Of late a simple fisherman

In the merrry town of Feversham,
Grows famous in the world now every day.

From the Bay of Plimouth
Sayled he towards the south,

With many more of courage and of might;
Christian princes have but few

Such seamen, if that he were true,

And would but for his King and country fight.

Lusty Ward adventurously
In the Straights of Barbary

Did make the Turkish gallyes for to shake.
Bouncing cannons fiery hot

Spared not the Turks one jot,

But of their lives great slaughter he did make.

The islanders of Malta,

With argosies upon the sea,

Most proudly braved Ward unto his face
But soon their pride was overthrown,
And their treasures made his own,

And all their men brought to a wofull case.

The wealthy ships of Venice
Afforded him great riches;

Both gold and silver won he by his sword.
Stately Spain and Portugal

Against him dare not bear up sail,

But gave him all the title of a lord.

Golden-seated Candy,

Famous France and Italy,

With all the countries of the Eastern parts,
If once their ships his pride with-stood,
They surely all were cloath'd in blood,
Such cruelty was plac'd within their hearts.

The riches he hath gain'd,

And by bloodshed obtained,

Well may suffice for to maintain a king;
His fellows all were valiant wights,
Fit to be made prince's knights,

But that their lives do base dishonors bring.

This wicked-gotten treasure

Doth him but little pleasure;

The land consumes what they have got by sea, In drunkenness and letchery,

Filthy sins of sodomy,

Their evil-gotten goods do wast[e] away.

Such as live by thieving

Have seldome-times good ending,

As by the deeds of Captain Ward is shown: Being drunk amongst his drabs,

His nearest friend he sometimes stabs; Such wickednesse within his heart is grown.

When stormy tempest riseth,
The Causer he despiseth,

Still denies to pray unto the Lord.

He feareth neither God nor devil,

His deeds are bad, his thoughts are evil,

His onley trust is still upon his sword.

Men of his own country

He still abuseth vilely;

Some back to back are cast into the waves ;

Some are hewn in pieces small,

Some are shot against a wall;

A slender number of their lives he saves.

Of truth it is reported

That he is strongly guarded

By Turks that are not of a good belief;

Wit and reasons tell them

He trusteth not his country-men,

He shews the right condition of a thief.

At Tunis in Barbary

Now he buildeth stately

A gallant palace and a royal place,
Decked with delights most trim,
Fitter for a prince than him,

The which at last will prove to his disgrace..

To make the world to wonder,
This captain is commander

Of four-and-twenty ships of sayl,

To bring in treasure from the sea
Into the markets every day :

The which the Turks do buy up without fail.

His name and state so mounteth,
These countrey-men accounteth
Him equal to the nobles of that land;
But these his honours we shall find
Shortly blown up with the wind,

Or prove like letters written in the sand.

THE SONG OF DANSEKAR THE DUTCHMAN

(Second Part of the Sea-man's Song of Ward and Dansekar.)

Sing we sea-men, now and than,

Of Dansekar the Dutchman,

Whose gallant mind hath won him great renown;
To live on land he counts it base,

But seeks to purchase greater grace

By roving on the ocean up and down.

His heart is so aspiring,

That now his chief desiring

Is for to win himself a worthy name ;
The land hath far too little ground,
The sea is of a larger bound,

And of a greater dignity and fame.