Which made the Spaniards waver, Then quoth the Spanish general, I fear we shall be spoiled all, If here we longer stay; For yonder comes lord Willoughbey And then the fearful enemy Which echoed through the sky, God, and St. George for England! The conquerors did cry. K This news was brought to England And soon our gracious queen was told Of this same victory. O this is brave lord Willoughbey, My love that ever won, Of all the lords of honour, 'Tis he great deeds hath done. To the soldiers that were maimed, She quit and set them free: And this she did all for the sake Then courage, noble Englishmen, If that we be but one to ten, We will not be afraid |