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Now hark, all you gallants!

Your ears I would tease,

With a song of Lord Essex

In the fight of Cadiz!

How he scuppered them Spaniards

And hacked on their spleen,

For the glory of England

And Elizabeth, our queen!

We've rounded the port, boys,

The cannons they roar,

The sea's full of corpses

And Spain is no more.

They bobbed on the tide, boys,

The fat and the lean,

For the glory of England

And Elizabeth, our queen.