%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A ioyful nevv Ballad, declaring the happie ob- / taining of the great Galleazzo, 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. Deloney, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/03/2021 36795

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O Noble England, fall downe upon thy knee: And praise thy God with thankfull hart which still maintaineth thee. The forraine forces, that seekes thy utter spoile: Shall then through his especiall grace be brought to shamefull foile. With mightie power they come unto our coast: To overrunne our countrie quite, they make their brags and boast. In strength of men they set their onely stay: But we upon the Lord our God, will put our trust alway. Great is their number, of ships upon the sea: And their provision 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 under 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 Queene, to fight be not afraide. Regard our cause, and play your partes like men: The Lord no doubt will prosper us, 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, unto our great reliefe: And divers Nobles in which traine Don Pietro was the chiefe. Stronge was she stuft, 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 overthrow the rest, as he hath done the first.
Then did our Navie, 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 savegard of their lives: 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, esteeming 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, perceived so to be: Like Lions fierce they forward went, to quite this injurie. And bourding them, with strong and mightie hand: They kild the men untill 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 with 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 see, the salt and foming 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 provided eke, with bread-corne wine and meat. There was of Dares, two hundreth I weene: Threescore foote and twelve 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 deprive our noble Queene, both of her life and crowne. Our wealth and riches, which we enjoyed 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 ever to confound. To change our joy, to griefe and mourning sad: And never more to see the dayes, of pleasure we have had. But God almightie be blessed evermore: 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 made 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 native 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 every one: And saith she will among you be, in every 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 everie person to dispose defend this English land. Blesse thou our Soveraigne with long and happie life: Indue her Councel with thy grace, and end this mortall strife. Give to the rest, of Commons more and lesse: Loving 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 John Wolfe, for Edwarde White. 1588.