Yet another version, from The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 182, 1847 (Page 156)

UPON THE SPANISH INVASION IN EIGHTY-EIGHT.

In eighty-eight, ere I was born,
As I do well remember a,
In August was a fleet prepared,
The month before September a.

Lisbone, Cales, and Portegall,
Toledo, and Granada,
They all did meet, and made a fleet,
And called it their Armada.

There dwelt a little man in Spain,
That shot well in a gun a,
Don Pedro hight, as black a wight
As the Knight of the Sun a.

King Philip made him admirall,
And charged him not to stay a,
But to destroy both man and boy,
And then to come his way a.

He had thirty thousand of his own,
But, to do us more harm a,
He charged him not to fight alone,
But to joyn with the Prince of Parma.

They say they brought provisions much,
As biskets, beans, and bacon,
Besides two ships were laden with whips?
But I think they were mistaken.

When they had sailed all along,
And anchored before Dover;
The Englishmen did board them then,
And heavd the rascalls over.

The queen she was at Tilbury,
What could you more desire a?
For whose sweet sake Sir Francis Drake
Did set the ships on fire a.

Then let them neither brag nor boast,
For, if they come again a,
Let them take heed they do not speed
As they did they know when a.