A Dialogue between an Englishman and a Spaniard.  
A new Song  

A Cheshire man sailed into Spain,  
There to trade for merchandise;  
When he returned there again,  
A Spaniard by chance he espies.   

He said, You English togue look here,  
What fruits and spices fine,  
Our land produces twice a year,  
Thou hast not the like in thine.   

The Cheshire man ran to his hold,  
And thence fetched out a Cheshire cheese  
And said, You Spanish rogue look here,  
We can produce such fruits as these.   

Your fruits are ripe but twice a year,  
As you yourself did say;  
But such as I present you here,  
Our land produces twice a day.   

What signifies your Cheshire cheese,  
That you do boast so fine;  
It don't my dainty palate please,  
So well as our country wine.   

Your wine makes drunken Knaves and fools,  
Likewise does many ills;  
And of mankind it maketh slaves,  
But mine doth the belly fill.   

So to conclude and end my song,  
I would have them pay the gold,  
Which they have robbed us of so long,  
Like knavish rogues and villains bold.   

For while we here do rest at ease,  
The Spaniards take a mighty power,  
To make our Englishmen their slaves,  
And use them basely every hour.