Merry drollery, or A Collection of [brace] jovial poems, merry songs, witty drolleries intermix'd with pleasant catches. The first part / collected by W.N., C.B., R.S., J.G., lovers of wit.

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Title: Merry drollery, or A Collection of [brace] jovial poems, merry songs, witty drolleries intermix'd with pleasant catches. The first part / collected by W.N., C.B., R.S., J.G., lovers of wit.
Publication: London :: Printed by J.W. for P.H. and are to be sold at the New Exchange ...,; [1661?]
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In Eighty Eight, e'er I was born,
As I can well remember,
In August was a Fleet of Spain,
A month before September.

Lisbona, civill Portingal,
Tolledo, and Germado,
They all did meet, and made a Fleet,
And call'd it the Armado.

They came with great provision,
As Muttons, Bief, and Bacon;
Some said, some Ships were full of Whips,
But I think they were mistaken.

There was a little man in Spain,
He shot well in a Gun a,
Don Pedro hight, as black a Wight
As the Knight of the Sun a.

They had ten men to one of ours,
And yet to do more harm a,
They said they would not come alone,
But with the Prince of Parma.

King Philip made him General,
And bid him not to stay a,
But to destroy both man and boy,
And so to come away a.

When they had sail'd along the seas,
And anchor'd before Dover,
Our English men did boord them then,
And cast the Rascals over.

At Tilbury there lay the Queen,
What would you more desire?
For whose sweet sake Sir Francis Drake
Did set them all on fire.

They ran away about England,
About Scotland also a,
Till they came to the Irish Coasts,
Where they had many a blow a.

The Irish man did ding them then
And one man slew threescore a,
And had they not then run away,
They surely had slain more a.

Then let them never brag nor boast,
For if they come again a,
They had best take heed, lest that they speed
As they did they know when a.