For the Mediterranean our voyage was meant,
To Constantinople far up the Levant,
But Neptune and Boreas and Fortune betrayed us,
First to Gibralter and next unto Cadiz.
When viewing this place first, we look'd blunt as sheep,
For behold the whole city was nailed fast asleep.
Old porters and beggars slept under the walls.
And barbers, and taylors, and coblers in stalls.

At last we wak'd one who abus'd us for rogues,
And swore none walk'd now but the English and dogs.
For to Venus wars go the grandees of Spain,
Young Quixots to get for a wild bull campaigne.

In two hours the bull-face commenc'd in a valley,
Before the Grandees , and the fam'd Count O' Railly .
First out came a bull in a very great rage,
When three Dons on three horse the bull did engage.
But faith master bull was with victory crown'd,
For he brought the proud Spaniards all plump to the ground.
Then from the assembly he got three loud cheers,
Which made him engage other ten cavaliers ;
So up he tost one like a light paper kite,
Which made the rest run as they were all besh —

A Quixot who had his Signora in view,
To gain o'er her love he the bull did pursue;
But when he saw clear that a toss was his fate,
He thought it far better to sound a retreat.
At last a bold champion renoun'd in bull wars,
By means of a sword and a clock he long pars;
And then for to show Spanish valour expert,
He jump'd o'er him twice, and stab'd him to the heart.
But we grew quite sick of this butch'ring fracas,
And shear'd off to wind-ward to fight jovial Bacchus;
And by strength of his blood O we sweet made the sang go,
While some danc'd a jig and the Dons a fantan go .

Now wine inspir'd our hearts of steel,
We blasted Spain an' her carteel ,
For a good launch did us enable,
To board a ship and cut her cable,
Then up we hoist her swelling sails,
And past the bonny town of Cails ,
For Boreas sent a nore-east breeze,
And blow'd us to the western seas.
So we met a Galleon and we gave her a sweating,
Which afforded more sport than their beastly bull-beating .