Lord WILLOUGHBY:  
Being a true Relation of a famous and bloody BATTLE fought in Flanders, by the Noble and Valiant Lord Willoughby, with 1500 English, against 40000 Spaniard, where the English obtained a notable Victory, to the Glory and Renown of our Nation.  
To the Tune of, Lord Willoughby, etc.  
 

THe fifteenth Day of July,  
with glistering Spear and Shield,  
A famous Fight in Flanders,  
was fought in the field:  
The most contagious Officers,  
was English Captains three;  
But the bravest Man in Battle  
was brave Lord Willoughby.   

The next was Captain Norris,  
a valiant Man was he;  
The other Captain Turner,  
that from field would never flee:  
With fifteen hundred fight Men,  
alas, there was no more,  
They fought with forty thousand then  
upon the bloody shore.   

Stand to it noble Pike-men,  
and look you round about.  
〈…〉 you 〈…〉  
 
You Musket and Cavalier Men,  
do you prove true to me,  
I'll be the foremost Man in fight,  
says brave Lord Willoughby.   

And then the bloody Enemy  
they fiercely did assail,  
And fought it out most valiantly,  
not doubting to prevail:  
The wounded men on both sides fell,  
most piteously to see,  
Yet nothing could the courage quell  
of brave Lord Willoughby.   

For seven hours to all men's view,  
this Fight endured sore,  
Until our Men so feeble grew  
that they could fight no more:  
And then upon dead Horses  
full savourly they eat;  
And drank the Puddle-water,  
  
 

When they had fed so freely,  
they kneeled on the ground,  
And praised God devoutly  
〈◊〉 the favour they had found:  
〈◊〉 bearing up their Colours,  
the fight they did renew,  
And turning towards the Spaniards,  
〈◊〉 thousand more they slew.   

The sharp steel pointed Arrows,  
and Bullets thick did fly,  
Then did our valiantsouldiers  
charge on most furiously:  
Which made the Spaniards waver,  
they thought it best to flee;  
They feared the stout behaviour  
of brave Lord Willoughby.   

Then quoth the Spanish General,  
Come let us march away,  
I fear we shall be spoils all,  
if that we longer stay:  
For yonder comes Lord Willoughby  
with courage fierce and fell,  
He will not give one inch of way  
for all the Devils in Hell.   

And then the fearful Enemy  
was quickly put to flight,  
Our Men pursued courageously,  
and rout their Forces quite:  
But at the last they gave a shout,  
which echoed through the Sky,  
God and St. George for England,  
the Conquerors did cry.   

This news was brought to England  
with as the speed might be;  
And told unto our gracious Queen  
of this same Victory:  
O this is brave, Lord Willoughby  
my love hath ever won,  
Of all the Lords of Honour  
'tis he great deeds hath done.   

For Soldiers that were maimed  
and wounded in the fray,  
The Queen allowed a Pension  
of eighteen-pences a day;  
Besides all cost and charges  
she quit and set them free;  
And this she did all for the sake  
of brave Lord Willoughby.   

Then courage noble English Men,  
and never be dismayed,  
If that we be but one to ten,  
we will not be afraid,  
To fight with foreign Enemies,  
and set our Nation free;  
And thus I end the bloody bout  
of brave Lord Willoughby.