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         L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680?
      
       
         
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             The honour of Bristol. Shewing how the angel Gabriel of Bristol, fought with three ships, who boarded us many times, wherein we cleared our decks, and killed five hundred of their men, and wounded many more, and made them flye into Cales, where we lost but three men, to the honour of the angel Gabriel of Bristol. To the tune of, Our noble King in his progress.
             L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680?
          
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           Ballads, English -- 17th century.
           Bristol (England) -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
     
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           The
           Honour
           of
           Bristol
           .
        
         
           
             Shewing
             how
             the
             
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             of
             Bristol
             ,
             fought
             with
             three
             Ships
             ,
             who
             boarded
             us
             many
             times
             ,
             wherein
             we
             cleared
             our
             Decks
             ,
             and
             killed
             five
             hundred
             of
             their
             Men
             ,
             and
             wounded
             many
             more
             ,
             and
             made
             them
             flye
             into
             Cales
             ,
             where
             we
             lost
             bus
             three
             men
             ,
             to
             the
             Honour
             of
             the
             
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             of
             Bristol
             .
          
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           
             Our
             Noble
             King
             in
             his
             Progress
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               Bristol
            
          
        
         
           
        
         
           
             ATtend
             you
             and
             give
             ear
             a
             while
             ,
          
           
             and
             you
             shall
             understand
             ,
          
           
             Of
             a
             Battle
             fought
             upon
             the
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             by
             a
             ship
             of
             brave
             command
             :
          
           
             The
             Fight
             it
             was
             so
             famous
             ,
          
           
             that
             all
             mens
             hearts
             did
             fill
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             them
             cry
             to
             Sea
             ,
          
        
         
           
             
               with
               the
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             lusty
             Ship
             of
             Bristol
             ,
          
           
             sail'd
             out
             adventurously
             ,
          
           
             Against
             the
             Foes
             of
             England
             ,
          
           
             their
             strength
             with
             them
             to
             try
             :
          
           
             Well
             Victual'd
             ,
             Rig'd
             ,
             and
             man'd
          
           
             and
             good
             Provision
             still
             ,
          
           
             Which
             made
             them
             cry
             to
             Sea
          
        
         
           
             
               with
               the
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Captain
             famous
             Netheway
             ,
          
           
             so
             was
             he
             call'd
             by
             name
             ,
          
           
             The
             Masters
             name
             
               Iohn
               Mines
            
             ,
          
           
             a
             man
             of
             noted
             fame
             :
          
           
             The
             Gunner
             
               Thomas
               watson
            
             ,
          
           
             a
             man
             of
             perfect
             skill
             ,
          
           
             With
             other
             valiant
             hearts
             ,
          
        
         
           
             
               In
               the
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             waving
             up
             and
             down
             the
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             upon
             the
             Ocean
             Main
             ;
          
           
             It
             is
             not
             long
             ago
             ,
             quoth
             they
             ,
          
           
             since
             England
             fought
             with
             Spain
             ,
          
           
             Would
             we
             with
             them
             might
             meet
             ,
          
           
             our
             minds
             for
             to
             fulfill
             ,
          
           
             We
             would
             play
             a
             noble
             bout
             ,
          
        
         
           
             
               with
               our
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             THey
             had
             no
             sooner
             spoken
             ,
          
           
             but
             straight
             appear'd
             in
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Three
             lusty
             Spanish
             Vessels
             ,
          
           
             of
             warlike
             force
             and
             might
             ;
          
           
             With
             bloody
             Resolution
             ,
          
           
             they
             thought
             our
             men
             to
             spill
             ,
          
           
             And
             how'd
             to
             make
             a
             Prize
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               of
               our
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Then
             first
             came
             up
             their
             Admiral
             ,
          
           
             themselves
             for
             to
             advance
             ,
          
           
             In
             her
             she
             bore
             full
             forty
             eight
          
           
             peices
             of
             Ordinance
             :
          
           
             The
             next
             that
             then
             came
             near
             us
             ,
          
           
             was
             their
             Vice-Admiral
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Shot
             most
             furiously
          
        
         
           
             
               at
               our
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             Our
             gallant
             Ship
             had
             in
             her
             ,
          
           
             full
             Forty
             Fighting
             men
             ;
          
           
             With
             twenty
             peices
             of
             Ordinance
             ,
          
           
             we
             play'd
             about
             them
             then
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             Powder
             ,
             Shot
             ,
             &
             Bullets
             ,
          
           
             we
             did
             imploy
             them
             still
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             began
             the
             Fight
             ,
          
        
         
           
             
               with
               our
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Our
             Captain
             to
             our
             Master
             said
             ,
          
           
             take
             courage
             Master
             hold
             ,
          
           
             The
             Master
             to
             the
             Seaman
             said
             ,
          
           
             stand
             fast
             my
             hearts
             of
             Gold
             :
          
           
             The
             Gunner
             unto
             all
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             brave
             hearts
             be
             valiant
             still
             ;
          
           
             Let
             us
             fight
             in
             the
             defence
          
        
         
           
             
               of
               our
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             we
             gave
             them
             a
             Broadside
             ,
          
           
             which
             shot
             their
             Mast
             asunder
             ,
          
           
             And
             tore
             the
             Bolt-spret
             of
             their
             Ship
             ,
          
           
             which
             made
             the
             Spaniards
             wonder
             :
          
           
             And
             caused
             them
             to
             try
             ,
          
           
             with
             voices
             loud
             and
             shrill
             ,
          
           
             Help
             ,
             help
             ,
             or
             else
             we
             sink
          
        
         
           
             
               by
               the
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             desperately
             they
             Boarded
             us
          
           
             for
             all
             our
             valiant
             shot
             ,
          
           
             Threescore
             of
             their
             best
             Fighting
             men
          
           
             upon
             our
             Decks
             was
             got
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             at
             their
             first
             entrance
             ,
          
           
             full
             thirty
             we
             did
             kill
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             we
             clear'd
             our
             Decks
          
        
         
           
             
               of
               the
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             that
             their
             three
             ships
             Boarded
             us
          
           
             again
             with
             might
             and
             main
             ,
          
           
             But
             still
             our
             noble
             English-men
             ,
          
           
             cry'd
             out
             a
             Fig
             for
             Spain
             ,
          
           
             Though
             seven
             times
             they
             Boarded
             us
          
           
             at
             last
             we
             shew'd
             our
             skill
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             them
             feel
             the
             force
          
        
         
           
             
               of
               our
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             Seven
             hours
             this
             Fight
             continued
             ,
          
           
             and
             many
             brave
             men
             lay
             Dead
             ,
          
           
             With
             purple
             gore
             ,
             and
             Spanish
             blood
             ,
          
           
             the
             Sea
             was
             coloured
             red
          
           
             Five
             hundered
             of
             their
             men
             ,
          
           
             we
             there
             outright
             did
             kill
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             more
             were
             maim'd
          
        
         
           
             
               by
               the
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             seeing
             of
             these
             bloody
             spoils
             ,
          
           
             the
             rest
             made
             hast
             a
             way
             ,
          
           
             For
             why
             they
             saw
             it
             was
             no
             boot
             ,
          
           
             any
             longer
             for
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Then
             they
             fled
             into
             Cales
             ,
          
           
             and
             there
             they
             must
             lye
             still
             ,
          
           
             For
             they
             never
             more
             will
             dare
             to
             meet
             ,
          
        
         
           
             
               our
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             We
             had
             within
             our
             English
             Ship.
          
           
             but
             only
             three
             men
             slain
             ,
          
           
             And
             five
             men
             hurt
             ,
             the
             which
             I
             hope
             ,
          
           
             will
             soon
             be
             well
             again
             :
          
           
             At
             Bristol
             we
             were
             Landed
             ,
          
           
             and
             let
             us
             praise
             God
             still
             ,
          
           
             That
             thus
             hath
             blest
             our
             men
             ,
          
        
         
           
             
               and
               our
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             let
             me
             not
             forget
             to
             speak
             ,
          
           
             of
             the
             Gift
             given
             by
             the
             Owner
             ,
          
           
             Of
             the
             
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
           
             that
             many
             years
             have
             known
             her
             ,
          
           
             Two
             hundered
             pounds
             in
             coyn
             &
             plate
          
           
             he
             gave
             with
             free
             good
             will.
          
           
             Vnto
             them
             that
             bravely
             fought
             ,
          
        
         
           
             
               in
               the
               Angel
               Gabriel
            
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
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