Subject: Lyr Add: Mounsier's Almaine
From:
chico
Date: 03 Jun 05 - 01:11 AM
Tune: Mounsier's Almaine (Or Monsieur's Almain/e) Betram: How now Monsieur? This drumme sticks sorely in your disposition. (All's Well That Ends Well) G D 7 G D 7 O noble England fall down upon thy knee G D 7 C D7 G And praise thy God with thankful heart which still maintainest thee The foreign forces that seek thy utter spoil Shall then through his especial grace be brought to shameful foil G D Em Am D With mighty power they come unto our coast G D 7 C D7 G To overrun our country quite they make their brags and boast In strength of men they set their only stay But we upon the Lord our God will put our trust always Great is their number of ships upon the sea And their provision wonderful but Lord thou are our stay Their armed soldiers are many by account Their aiders eke in this attempt do sundry ways surmount The pope of Rome with many blessed grains To sanctify their bad pretense bestowed both cost and pains But little land is not dismay'd at all The Lord is no doubt on our side, which soon wil work their fall In happy hour our foes we did descry And under sail with gallant wind as they came passing by Which sudden tiding to Plymouth being brought Fully soon our Lord high Admiral for to pursue them sought And to his train courageously he said Now for the Lord and our good Queen to fight be not afraid Regard our cause, and play your parts like men The Lord no doubt will prosper us in all our actions then This great Galleazzo, which was so huge and high That like a bulwark on the sea did seem to each man's eye There was it taken unto our great relief And divers noble, in which train Don Pedro was the chief Strong was she stuff'd with cannons great and small And other instruments of war which we obtained all A certain sign of good success we trust That God will overthrow the rest as he hath done the first Then did our navy pursue the rest amain With roaring noise of cannons great till they near Calais came With manly courage they followed them so fast Another mighty galleon did seem to yield at last And in distress for safeguard of their lives A flag of truce they did hand out with any mournful cries Which when our men did perfectly espy Some little barks they sent to her to board her quietly But these false Spaniards, esteeming them but weak When they within their danger came, their malice forth did break With charged cannons, they laid about them then For to destroy those proper barks and all their valiant men Which when our men perceived so to be Like lions fierce they forward wnet to uite this injury And boarding them, with strong and mighty hand They kill'd the men until their ark did sink in Calais sand And many more by sword did lose their breath And many more within the seadid swin and took their death There might you see the salt and foaming flood Died and stain'd lik escarlet red with store of Spanish blood There were of oars, two hundred I ween Threescore foot and twelve in length well measured to be seen And yet subdued with many others more And not a ship of ours lost the Lord be thank'd therefore Our pleasant country, so fruitful and so fair, They do intend by deadly war, to make both poor and bare Our towns and cities to rack and sack 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 God's holy truth they mean for to cast down And to deprive our noble Queen both of her life and crown And you, dear brethren which beareth arms this day For safeguard of your native soil, mark well what I shall say Regard your duties think on your country's good And fear not in defense thereof to spend your dearest blood Our gracious queen doth greet you everyone And saith she will among you be in every bitter storm Desiring you, true English hearts to bear To God, and her and to the land wherein you nursed were [Words by Thomas Deloney, printed c1588. Music from to "My Ladye Nevells Booke" by Byrd, c1591.]
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