The seaman's Song of Captain Ward the famous pirate of the world, and an English man born,  
The tune is, The Kings going to Bulloign,  
 
 

GAllants you must understand,  
Captain Ward of England,  
a pirate and a Rover on the Sea,  
O, late a simple Fisherman  
In the merry town of Feversham,  
grows famous in the world now every day   

From the Bay of Plymouth  
Sailed he toward the south,  
with many more of courage and of might  
Christian Princes have but few  
Such Seamen, if that be we were true,  
and would but for his King & Country fight,   

Lusty Ward adventrously;  
In the straits of Barbary  
did make the Turkish galleys sore to shake  
Bouncing Canons fiery hot,  
Spa●en no● the Turks one jot,  
but of their lives great slaughter he did make   

The islanders of Malta,  
With Argosies upon the Sea,  
most proudly braved Ward unto his face  
But soon their pride was overthrown  
And their treasures made his own,  
and all their men brought to a woeful case   

The wealthy ships of Venice  
Afforded him great riches  
both gold & silver won he with his sword  
Stately Spain and Portugal  
Against him dare not bare up sail,  
but gave him all the title of a Lord.   

Golden seated Candy  
Famous France and Italy  
with all the Countries of the Eastern parts,  
If once their Ships his pride withstood  
They surely all were clothed in blood,  
such cruelty was placed within their hearts,   

The riches he hath gained,  
And by bloodshed obtained  
may well suffice for to maintain a King  
His fellows all are valiant Wights  
Fit to be made Princes Knights,  
but that their lives do base dishonours bring.   

This wicked gotten treasure,  
Doth him but little pleasure,  
the land consumes what they have got by sea  
In drunkenness and lechery,  
F●lthy sins of Sodomy.  
these evil gotten Goods do wast away,   

Such as live by thieving,  
Have seldom times good ending,  
as by the deeds of Captain Ward is shown  
Being drunk amongst his Drabs  
His nearest friends he sometimes stabs,  
such wickedness within his heart is grown   

When stormy tempest riseth  
The causer he despiseth,  
still denies to pay unto the Lord  
He feareth neither God nor the devil,  
His deeds are bad his thoughts are evil;  
his only trust is still upon his sword.   

Men of his own country,  
He still abused vilely,  
some back to back are cast into the waves  
Some are hewn in pieces small,  
Some are shot against a wall,  
a slender number of their lives he saves   

Of truth it is reported  
That he is strongly guarded,  
by Turks that are not of a good belief,  
Wit and reason tells them  
He ●rusteth not his countrymen,  
but shows the right condition of a thief,   

At Tunis in Barbary  
Now he buildeth stately,  
a gallant Palace and a Royal place,  
Decked with delights most trim,  
Fitter for a Prince than him,  
the which at last will prove to his disgrace.   

To make the world to wonder,  
This Captain is Commander  
of four and twenty ships of sail,  
To bring in treasure from the sea,  
Into the Markets every day▪  
the which the Turks do buy up without fail,   

His name and state so mounteth  
These country men accounteth  
him equal to the Nobles of that Land  
But these his honours we shall find  
Shortly blown up with the wind,  
or prove like letters written in the sand.   
Finis.